Possession
By Montrose
Love will find a way


I promised I wouldn't start this like those sticky paged stories in my
brother's porno magazines. You know... "I never thought this could happen to
me." But it did kinda sneak up on me. You see, for starters I'm not stupid. I
know that tall blonds with nice racks, myself included, can have all kinds of
fun things happen to then just for the asking. But I always liked getting by
more on my brains.

Maybe I should back up just a bit. I don't mean to brag but it will make the
following more clear if you have a fair picture of me. I'm 21, my name is
Ashley and I'm 6 feet 3 inches in bare feet. I've got great legs, long blonde
hair and a killer body. I mean, even when I dress in sweats, guys mouths' drop
open. Hey, I didn't go out of my way to get this. Okay so I love to swim and
run and play tennis. Yes, I watch the sweets and keep to a slender 168 pounds,
but I don't work out 24/7. Mostly, when I'm not being physical I'm in the
library. I wanna be a lawyer.

And that's the other thing you should know. My parents died young and I'm
broke. Don't feel sorry. I refuse to let it hold me back. I was bussing tables
when I was 13. I started waitressing when I was 16. I pinched pennies until
they yelled for mercy and I still only have enough for a few semesters at a
local college.

I was complaining a little about how tight things were when Gail, my best
friend, said "Why don't you work at Babes?"

"Babes?" I said. "That sports bar where all the girls walk around half naked?
Are you crazy?" She knew I wasn't the type.

"What you make in tips in a week those girls clear in a night." She replied.

Well that stopped me. I mean, what am I being so high and mighty about?
Waiting tables is waiting tables, right? "Babes..." I murmured.

"I know a girl who worked there last year." Gail went on. Said she earned good
money and it wasn't too bad. She said the manager was a good guy and kept
things in line.

So that's how I found myself wearing a pair of tight red hot-pants with
pantyhose under ‘em. They gave me a trimmed down t-shirt. I'm afraid to sneeze
in case my tits blow it to pieces. I have to admit I look hot, but Christ!
This kinda hot should be saved for personal moments! I took one last look in
the Babes women's room mirror – only employees in there given the clientele –
puffed up my hair, put on my smile and stepped out.

Gail hadn't been kidding about the tips. First table I bent over to clear beer
mugs from left a $20 tip! You can bet my lower back got a lot of work after
that. The manager saw me working and winked as I passed, "Great work Ashley!"
He whispered. "The customers are loving you."

"Thanks sir." I panted as I sped off with another full tray. By the end of my
first 6 hour shift I had $250 in cash! And I was beat! I never saw so much
cheap beer go down so fast. Must be the salty food. And if I never heard
another screaming sports announcer it would be a blessing. But of course I
went back for more. After only one week I was drawing repeat customers – guys
were asking to sit in my section! The manager decided to shift me to the busy
nights. My tips doubled! Now I could go to college!

After three weeks the Babes job became routine. I was socking away the bucks
and buying books – new ones – hardbacks! It was during a routine beer delivery
that I felt a digit slip up the back of my tight red pants. Now, I consider
myself fortunate that it had taken three weeks. Frankly, I was almost insulted
that it had taken so long! I mean, in the can the girls are always telling
stories. We were instructed to act cool and calm, but if the guy don't stop,
we can get the manager. Word was that if a waitress does complain that the
manager actually did throw the customer out, no questions asked. So I felt
confident about it when I turned around to ask this guy to remove his finger
from my ass.

It was a gentlemanly looking older guy with a well trimmed mustache. He was
sweet looking, in a way it kind of threw me off. "Excuse me sir." I said
calmly and quietly. "Did you misplace something?"

He smiled disarmingly and said, "Yes. $50 up your skimpy shorts. I hope you
don't mind." I just stood bent over staring at him. He just sat looking down
my shirt. I felt around back. Sure enough I pulled paper out and took a look.
Two twenties and two fives. I was speechless. "Thank you so for the
service..." He looked at the nametag over my left tit... "Ashley. You are just
scrumptious." He said and got up. "I retrieved his coat from the table and
helped him into it. He was a cute little guy – maybe 5 feet 10 inches. I was
head and shoulders over him.

"Thanks mister." I whispered down.

"My pleasure, my dear." He smiled up. "Do you work every Friday?"

"Sure."

"Good." He said. "I look forward to seeing you again next week."

And he did. I made sure he saw plenty of me, too. Every time I served a beer
near his table I made sure to point my butt at his face when I bent over to
deliver the beer. I didn't feel his hand touch me until the last time, when he
stuffed cash up my shorts again, this time $65. I slipped his coat on for him,
dusted his shoulders and straightened his tasteful tie. "Thanks for coming,
sir." I sang down to him as I walked him to the door. "Please come again."

He stopped and looked up. There was a twinkle in his steel-blue eyes.
"Actually, miss..." He looked down then up again. He gulped. "I was
wondering..." He looked a bit shaky.

"Are you all right sir?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if you would honor me by having dinner with me Sunday
night." I spat out all at once. Then he stood there holding his breath and
looking up like a puppy that needed a home.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I couldn't help saying it without thinking.
The poor old guy nearly melted. He mumbled into his own neck apologizing and
trying to break away from me. I grabbed the lapels of his coat and held him
still. It took me a moment, but I knew what I was going to say. The guy was
cute and interesting. I never had an older guy before. He seemed refined and
interesting. Besides, I bet he took me someplace nice. "Sure. Yeah." I said.
"I would be honored to go to dinner with you."

Well, he lit up like dawn over the ocean. A slow warm light filled his entire
face. "7:00 then." He chirped. It was cute how delighted he was. Made me feel
real special. I almost gave him a peck on the check right there but I figured
I would make him look forward to that. He got my address and promised to pick
me up.

Of course all Saturday I kicked myself for not asking where we were going. How
would I know what to wear. When I got to my apartment Gail was holding a
gorgeous full length dress that was way too long for her. "Where the hell did
you get that?" I asked.

"The front door." She replied. "I thought it was yours, but you never would
pay so much." I looked at the store label. She was right.

I slipped into it and it fit like skin, but nice, you know? I mean I looked
like 5 clear miles of class. Gail dolled up my hair as we drank a few beers.
In that dress with the right makeup and hair I could pass for 25 or 28, which
was giving me a kick. I looked so worldly!

Sunday was all domestic chores and studies. But it was hard to pay attention
to anything. I almost put my trigonometry book in the dish washer. About 4:00
I hit a beauty parlor and spent some of that money the old guy – damn if I
didn't know his name yet – kept sticking up my shorts. I came out looking like
a rich babe. And that sleek red dress topped it off.

At 7:00 sharp a Lincoln Town Car purred up and my little friend stepped out.
He looked suitably impressed. "You clean up real nice, Ashley!" He teased. It
was then that I pried his name out of him, Bartholomew Reginald Hampton IV.
His name was longer than he was. I decided to call him Bart.

Dinner was on the top floor of a hotel – a place I didn't even know existed
down by the waterfront. It wasn't some big chain but an intimate spot with
maybe 10 rooms. It turns out Bart stays there when he's in town. He travels a
lot as an antique dealer.

The pasta primavera was great and so was the red wine. I have admit I let some
of it go to my head. When we had lingered over our desserts an unseemly amount
of time Bart suggested we find another place to continue talking. I don't
remember which of us came up with the idea of his room. It very well might
have been me. Neither of us had an objection. I draped myself over his
shoulder and leaned on him as he maneuvered us down the twisting hall to his
suite.

Once inside I kicked off my shoes. I would have loved to have slipped out of
the dress but I didn't have something more comfortable to slip into. Before I
could look around much Bart had fresh wine glasses for us. We sipped as he
walked me around showing me the antiques he was currently holding – some guns,
dolls and hand carved boxes. Everything had an interesting story which he
shared as he refilled my glass.

Eventually I knew I was too looped to leave. "Bart." I breathed down on him. I
steadied myself by hugging him. I think it was all he could do to hold me up.
"Bart, you sneaky little pixie. You got me hammered and now I'm at your
mercy."

"I assure you, dear Ashley." He said as he gallantly strained to keep me
erect. "I assure you I hold you in the highest regard. I mean..." and here he
seemed to go back to that shyness I saw back at Babes before he asked me out.
"In fact..."

"In fact what, honey?" I panted down on him. I was feeling game for whatever
it was. Wine does that to me.

"I... rather worship you, Ashley... miss." He whispered.

"Wor-worship me?" I hiccupped. "You mean..." I stood as tall as I was able at
the time. "Like a goddess?" I joked.

"Oh yes." He said most earnestly. "Just so."

I laughed. "Then this is your lucky day my cute little minion!" I giggled.
"For your goddess has tired feet. "Down on your knees and rub!" And damned if
that isn't just what he did! And let me tell you it felt good! I flopped back
onto a couch as Bart rubbed and... yes... he licked my feet. "Good minion." I
moaned, warming up to things. I moved my legs and got him to slide his face
and hands a little further up. He was kissing the inside of my long, firm
thighs now and obviously enjoying himself.

And so was I. When he got to the back of my knees he was driving me crazy
already! And I could hear him muttering something. My head was clearing so I
had the sense to listen up.

"I'm not worth... Oh goddess... I'm not worthy!" He kept repeating.

I wondered about that as his little mustache ticked the inside of my thighs.
Maybe my little man needed to serve me so that he felt worth... I was a bit
muddy, but it seemed to make sense. Maybe if I helped him feel worthy he would
make it worth my while.

"Minion." I said as I rose to stand over him. My red dress was up over my hips
and I pulled it off as spoke. Bart huddled at my feet.

"Yes goddess!" I panted from below.

"You are serving me well. But there is one more thing you must do before I
will accept you."

"Please command me, mistress!"

I slipped my slip off and dropped my panties. I turned around and presented my
high, round ass to him. "Kiss this." I said pointing to my asshole. "If you
please me, I may entertain myself with you later."

"Thank you goddess!" he gasped as he sank his face into my fleshy butt. When
his tongue splashed down on my sphincter it took my breath away for a moment.
I would say that sobered me up more than anything else.

Damned if that old man didn't know his way around a rump with his face! I got
more pleasure from his face up my ass than I've gotten from many a young man
going full hammer on me! He got me so worked up that I screamed! I tried to be
quiet – I mean we were in a fancy place – but I couldn't stop it! When I
couldn't take it anymore I forced him down to the floor and sat on his face
with my pie. He ate me out to another climax and I gooed up his entire head.

I was panting and drenched in sweat when I crawled off of him. His face was
red – I don't think I had been too generous with letting him have air for the
last hour or so. I fell to the floor and spread out. He was welcome to do
anything he wanted. But what did he do? He went back to my feet.

"Thank you goddess! Bless you!" He murmured.

When I got the strength I pushed up to my elbows and watched him. He looked
like he would keep that up all night.

"Bart." I whispered.

"Yes goddess."

"It's me, Ashley." I said. "Don't you want to..." He got my drift.

"I am not worthy."

"You are so fucking worthy, Bart." I giggled. "I can't tell you how worthy you
are."

Bart blushed. "To be honest, dear." He whispered. What I truly love is to...
well... when you told me to kiss your..." He blushed some more and fell
silent.

I studied him for a spell. "You just want to kiss my ass some more." I said.
He hung his head. "That's okay, baby." I continued. "You want some ass? I
rolled over and lifted my fanny at him. "You come and get it."

He blessed me and thanked me as he did his expert job of slobbering up my can.
I finger-banged myself so I wouldn't go out of my mind as he did. He seemed to
like that.

And before we knew it the sky was getting light. As I collected my cloths Bart
got bashful again. He had a roll of bills in his hand.

"Bart." I said getting just a little mad, mostly at how much I wanted that
money. "I'm not a hooker."

"No, Ashley!" Said he. "I know that. But, well... I'm a rich old man and you
have important dreams that need a little help. This is just a little donation
to you college fund." My stupid pride made me hold out until he said "Please"
with those big puppy eyes again.

I unrolled the wad. "Shit Bart!" I gasped.

"Please take it."

"Take it?" I stammered "Just try and get it back! Thank you!!" And I hugged
him pulling him up off the floor. I remembered his age and got him back to the
floor. "Oh you dear little man." I kissed him and tasted my ass on his face. I
smiled and stood tall. "On your knees minion!" I ordered. He smiled and
dropped. I turned and lifted my dress and slip and pushed my ass into his
face. I rubbed it back and forth and let him have another couple seconds of
fun. Then I stepped away. He still had his eyes closed and tongue out. I
laughed. "Always leave ‘em wanting more!" I said. "See you next Friday at
Babes?" I asked.

"I'm leaving town." He frowned. "But I'll be back in a few months."

"You'll look me up?"

"I wouldn't miss it." He replied from his knees.

I forced myself to take that moment to drop my dress into place and step out
into the day. Bart had called down for a taxi and it would be waiting.

I scored a beat up old Volvo with part of what Bart gave me and socked away
the rest. I hoped to transfer to a real college some day. Scholarships were
only picking up so much.

One nice thing about working at Babes (besides the big tips) was that staying
in shape was no problem. I had never worked out so hard! My legs and rump were
working hard 8 hours a day 4 days a week just running around. My back was
staying trim with all the bending over to clear tables, deliver food, hear
orders and let guys look down my shirt. And I have no idea how much a full
beer in one of those thick mugs weighs but when I started I could only lift 3
in each hand to carry them to a table. Now I can manage 6 in each hand! There
is only one other girl who can do that – Erika. And is she proud of her
biceps, let me tell you. When she saw me towering over her and carrying as
much as her with a smile on my her green eyes sparked.

When I made employee of the month I could see she was fit to be tied. Erika
tended to win that award every other month or so and I guess she figured that
month was her turn. She stopped me one night before our shift in the restroom.

"You work out much, Ashley?" she asked lightly. She had her eyebrows way up
like she was trying to be friendly but my gut told me to be careful. The way
she puffed her black hair in the mirror reminded me of a cat toying with a
mouse.

"Besides working here?" I joked. "No." I started to step around her. She cut
me off. She was quick – and not particularly small. I would say she was 5 feet
10 inches which put her 5 inches below me. And she probably had about 155
pounds of firm meat on her so I was up about 13 pounds on her.

"I love working out." She went on at first looking at my chest which was
almost twice the size of hers. She turned red and raised her eyes to look up
into mine. I could see it bugged her to look up at another woman. I couldn't
help looking down my nose at her with my hands on my hips. I stepped a bit
closer so she really had to crane her neck back.

"That must be nice..." I said. "for you." I added. "But why are you telling
me?"

She stepped back, then grimaced for doing it and stepped back up toe to toe.
My tits were practically stuffed in her face. I resisted the urge to bop her
in the face with them.

"I just wondered if you would like to join me sometime." Now there was an edge
peaking through her voice.

So this is what she was after. If I turned her down I would be a chicken shit
and she would feel like she won something. If I said yes I would feel
manipulated. "Let's not play games, Erika." I said. "You want to see how
strong I am?"

"Yes!" She almost barked. Then another thought came into her little mind. "You
ever arm wrestle?" She asked.

As a matter of fact I had, with brothers and friends back in high school. I
was pretty good too. I thought about how much stronger I had become from
lifting those beers. "Sure." I said.

"We've still got some time before the place opens." She said. "Why don't we go
out and try a match."

"Sounds fine." I snarled. I'm competitive by nature. My battle hunger was up.

"But let's make it interesting." Now she was looking crafty, which pissed me
off – like she knew she would win. "Let's do it for tonight's tips. I win I
get your tips. You win you get mine. Deal?"

"Deal." I snapped.

When we sat at the table the other girls gathered around, knowing something
was up. Jane started us off. Erika almost had me in the first second! She came
out of the gate like a shot! But I slowly got us back up to neutral ground. I
watched as that took some of the cocky smirk off her face. She was trying to
play it cool, just like I was. But we were both straining like plow horses.
Our hands moved a bit this way and then that. After about 80 seconds Erika had
veins sticking out of her forehead. After three minutes she was starting to
look a little frazzled. My arm hurt but I was feeling a reserve of strength
kick in that I didn't know I had.

"Wanna make it for a week's worth of tips, Erika?" I growled.

Some of the color drained from her face; she was scared. But what was she
going to do with all the girls watching? Back down?

"Sure!" she grunted.

I put everything I had into it and smacked her knuckles on the table. She
tried to pull her hand away but I gripped it hard and crushed it. She
whimpered. I leaned over. "That's all your tips from tonight until this time
next week, honey." I whispered. "Payable each night." Then I let her go. She
slumped in her seat and nursed her arm.

Only as I went to stand did I see how the girls were cheering for me. Erika
hadn't won herself any friends with her superior ways. I had instantly become
a hero. Some kind of giant slayer.

But then I felt a little bad and I turned back to Erika who looked rather
broken down there in the booth. "No hard feeling, right Erika?" I said so all
could hear. "We're still friends?" She looked pretty humble for a change, but
she looked grateful as she shook my hand. I helped her up and gave her a bear
hug. "Anytime you want a rematch you just ask." I said.

She chuckled and rubbed her arm. "Not for a while, thanks." She muttered.

The girls laughed, but not at her. A few of them patted her on the back. Jane
offered to help her fix her makeup before we opened and Erika accepted.

And she worked her ass off making tips for me that week. She was all right
down deep.

In fact at the end of the week I invited her out for drinks, my treat. Or as I
said, "Let's go drink up some of your tip money." Around the 3rd late night
bar, after turning down the 9,453th pair of guys that wanted to buy us drinks,
she started talking about a little thing she did on the side to make money.

She had a guy who set up a website for her where she posted images of herself
and short movies of her working out and stuff. She said she called herself
Erika of the Jungle. Boy did we laugh about that. I almost snorted a very nice
port wine through my nose!

Then some guy came up with an image of her printed from a color LaserJet and
asked for her autograph! That was stunning enough, but then she told him to
kneel down and he did! Right there in the bar! Then she said she would only
sign for $10. And he coughed it up! She pulled a permanent marker from her
purse and signed the picture then she dropped down on him, pinned him to the
floor and signed his white button-down shirt!

When she got up and put her pen away I thought he would raise a stink about
the shirt. But instead he just raised back up to his knees and thanked her
like she had just handed him riches. He was almost beside himself with joy!

Erika said in an off-hand way. "Stand. And don't let anyone else approach us."
And damned if that guy didn't stand guard by our booth and keep the other
creeps at bay!

I looked at Erika with my mouth hanging open. She winked. "That's nothing."
She said in a low voice. "You should see how grateful they are when I take
hundreds from them just to beat them up."

"What?" I almost shouted.

She giggled, quite proud of herself it seemed. I didn't know what to think! As
I sat befuddled she explained. It seemed that the website was a store front
for something she called sessions. Sure guys paid just to look at pictures and
movies of her. But some guys lined up for a chance to wrestle with her or just
grovel at her feet. And for this they paid dearly. Something like $300 an
hour! She said it depended on what they wanted. And she was firm that there
were some things she wouldn't do. I pushed her on that point but she seemed
serious.

Even so. "Do you ever feel like a..." I couldn't say it.

"Like a whore?" Asked Erika. "No. A model, maybe. A gladiator, definitely.
Even a goddess sometimes, but I never feel cheap." She smiled, "Not at my
prices." We giggled.

Then I told her about Bart.

"There! You see?" She said. "You've already had your first session!"

That sat me back. I rethought the evening in that light. I thought it was all
about me having a good time, but when I thought about what Erika said... sure.
Bart was one lucky old guy! Of course he paid me dearly! I had given him hours
of my time!

After we got fresh drinks I had to ask. "Can you hook me up with this web guy?
I would like to consider this."

Erika smiled. She nodded to our guard who had his back to us, taking his job
very seriously. "That's his cousin." She said.

Erika gave me access to her site (normally $25 per month) and I looked at it
with Gail. At first we were giggling at the hot pictures of Erika in flimsy
jungle girl outfits. After a while we got more and more quiet so that you
could hear our breathing – heavy breathing at that. Some of that stuff was
hot, even if you like guys instead of girls!

"Damn!" said Gail fanning herself. "I wish I could get in on this shit!" We
watched a clip of Erika squeezing a guy's neck in her thighs until his head
turned purple. Erika looked happy and natural at her work. The guy had started
out looking all right but by the end he looked like a wet newspaper full of
fish heads.

And he had paid hundreds. And now other guys were paying for the right to
watch him get his ass kicked by a girl. And Erika was getting all that money!

"So do I." I said. "And I'm gonna." I placed a quick email to the site owner.
He was expecting me and replied within the hour asking me to come to a photo
studio and we would get things started.

At the photographers they had lots of papers to sign. I ripped them in half
when I saw that half the profits went to them. I told them, you rewire these
so that you guys get 10% of the net and we can start. I headed toward the
door. But before I got there one guy was feverishly apologizing while the
other drew up the papers just as I said. I even made him toss in a 2 grand
signing bonus.

As for my stage name they suggested a few corny things, but the corny one that
caught my fancy was Princess Domina. Don't laugh. The name, Erika had warned
me, helped me disappear into the fantasy. On camera and in sessions I could be
uninhibited Princess Domina and not worry about how Ashley was feeling that
day.

Well, they had all kinds of skimpy princess stuff for me to try on. I had to
keep changing so it got tedious to step behind a divider all the time. But I
made the camera guys put down their cameras when I was naked in front of them.
We shot digital pictures until I was ready to drop.

I took copies home for me and Gail to giggle over. And also I had to come up
with some other content – words – descriptions – Princess Domina talking to
her minions.

I was not surprised when Gail begged to help with that part. She was cute
enough in a pleasingly plump sort of way, but way too inhibited to be in front
of a camera. But she so wanted to live through my experience – and it would be
fun to share it with her. We ate ice cream and came up with my bio and stuff.

Within a week I was on the web! One page branched to me and Erika plus a
couple other girls this web guy serviced.

Two days later my email was getting flooded with requests for sessions! 5 of
them asked if I could come to San Francisco. Well, of course I wanted to so I
called the web guy, Tom, and he said he would arrange it. The next Sunday
morning I was flying out with Erika as my assistant. I had over $3,000 worth
of prepaid sessions lined up for the bay area over a 3 day period. At first I
wasn't sure about traveling with Erika, but I didn't want to face my first
professional sessions without backup. And Gail wouldn't have had the muscle or
experience to back me up. Besides, Erika was hoping to pick up some spill over
clients.

Again she was jealous. I'm on the web for 2 days and she is not the star but
my side-kick. I tried not to gloat.

The hotel Tom booked us at seemed to know exactly what was going on. They
booked a second room next to ours as a waiting room for clients. They watched
porn on the TV and ordered room service (paying cash).

As it turned out my first client was a big fucking fireman! This guy had 2
inches and maybe 70 pounds on me! I mean this guy had no neck. He was scary to
look at but what he really wanted was to have me trample his belly and sit on
his face. When he saw Erika he popped for the two on one! We stomped and
smothered that dear man for an hour then spanked him until he cried. He never
lifted a finger to defend himself. After he left I said "I hope they aren't
all this passive."

"Don't worry." Replied Erika. "I bet Tom booked that guy first as an easy
opening act. Here comes your next booking."

He was as tall as me and probably weighed the same. But he didn't have near my
muscle tone. Not a bad looking guy, clean and all. But not someone I would let
buy me a drink. But wrestle him for two hours at $300 an hour? You bet!

Erika put on a striped ref shirt. Other that that she wore whale-tail black
panties. End of costume. I wore a pink thong and patching bra. I wanted to be
able to move and to show off my defined stomach and back muscles. The boy
smiled and flushed when he saw us. He was all thanks and appreciation. Nice
guy. He wore a t-shirt and gym shorts.

Erika started us off. We circled. He faked going for my leg, a bit clumsily. I
grabbed him around the waist, picked him up upside down and walked around for
a while. Then I and dropped onto him (we had mats on the floor). That winded
him. I turned him over and slipped my legs around his neck before he could get
his breath back. He had his red face up my ass and was begging for mercy
within 40 seconds of starting!

"Please!" He gasped. "I give!"

"You what?" I teased.

"I give!" He barely made any noise. He had no air.

"You give?" I acted all shocked. "But we just started! I mean, what kind of a
wimpy little sissy are you?"

He whined.

"Oh all right, you big baby." I relented and pushed him off my leg onto the
floor. He lay there gasping for air. I bent down. "Only a little over 1 hour
and 55 minutes to go sport. Up and at it!" I slapped his ass. He jumped but
failed the get up. I slapped his ass over and over until he got up to his
hands and knees.

Then I sat on him like a pony and rode him around until he collapsed. I
smothered him with my hands and butt. I tit smothered him. The poor boy was a
wreck after just one hour. He begged to be let off the hook and to just
perform body worship on me for the last hour.

So for the last hour he oiled my feet. Erika fed me olives while he worked.
Now and then we pelted the guy with the pits. Every time we hit him we made
him thank us. He seemed to have a good time and left happy.

I will not detail every session we had in three days. But there were some
memorable moments, like the guy came who paid for a tag team between Erika and
me. That poor man. I hope he had a driver. There was a host of others. Some
moments are worth recounting...

There was the 40-something year old married couple wanting to put some spark
in their love life. They both attacked me as a team. Fist I got the wife (5
feet 5 inches and 130 pounds) in a headlock under one arm. Then I fended off
her husband (5 feet 10 inches and 150 pounds) with one hand until I made him
fall. At once I dropped and got his head between my thighs and crushed it.
Within 20 minutes I had them both begging for release. Instead I piled her on
top of him, belly to belly, and I sat on her back. He was quite aroused (and
hung). I pulled their shorts down and inserted his boner into her muff. I
spanked her and tickled his nuts and commanded them to fuck. "Fuck! Fuck for
Princess Domina!" I shouted. They almost knocked me off the top the way they
bucked and humped! They finally came and got lost in each other, kissing and
so forth. I slid off. Erika got them some pillows and a blanket. Then we moved
our business over a few rooms and let them finish in private.

One local dominatrix got wind that we were in town and paid to book time on
our calendar. I say our because she wanted to take on Erika and me both at
once. She was 6 feet 3 inches and a "big boned" woman at 230 pounds. Erika and
I tried, but she threw us around like rag dolls. She kept shouting "Come into
my town and act like you can dominate my clients?!? I'll teach you!" And she
sure did. For two hours she smothered and crushed the two of us! Both of us
begged for release after an hour, but she just laughed. Fortunately she kept
going. Because in the second hour she started getting winded. She was sitting
on Erika's face and panting and sweating when I managed to slither free from
her grip. I Got her thick neck in my legs and squeezed. As she choked she fell
to one side and Erika worked free. I pinned one of her arms and Erika took the
other. We bent those big arms all out of shape until that big bitch yelped for
mercy. Erika and I stomped, smothered and humiliated her panting pile of
flesh. That was the closest we came to getting beat. We took a couple hours
off after that match. And of course in the end she had to pay us $1,200 (300
an hour times 2 girls times 2 hours).

One guy came in with a toy he called a strap-on. Erika recognized it and said
she wouldn't have any part. When he explained that he wanted me to beat him
down and take him up the butt I kinda liked the idea. I looked him over. He
was just 5 feet 11 inches and maybe 160 pounds – no threat to me. I made him
pay $600 extra for the pleasure. I even went over-time on that poor guy. And I
kept his toy. He sure walked funny on the way out.

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After all the tips and extra sessions we gained during the trip my take home
was just over 4 grand for three day's work. Erika took home just under 3
grand.

Erika had taken some pictures and movies – all digital. With the waivers we
obtained I was able to add them to my web site. Now more boys were paying to
drool over them as well.

After that it was back to school and work. Every month the web guy's sent me a
check. Every other month I agreed to do a few sessions – nothing like that
Frisco trip though. I was beat for a week after that! And of course I still
worked at Babes. Gail and I moved into a nicer apartment closer to school. I
even put on a couple pounds from eating so much steak. I felt like my salad
days were behind me.

I had almost forgotten about Bart when one Friday I felt a hand slide up my
shorts at Babes.

I turned and smiled down at his charming face. "Hello darling." I said as I
pulled $50 out of my shorts. "What can I get you?"

"A few hours of your time this Sunday afternoon?" he asked.

Well, of course I joined him. We walked through a Japanese garden and had tea.
Later we strolled down the beach. I listened to his travel stories as I draped
myself on his arm. Women his own age gave him quite a few mean looks but he
ignored them. At an early dinner at a sidewalk café he asked what I was
thinking. I giggled because he had asked right when I had been fantasizing
about sitting on his face again. My face got hot. Bart smiled and touched my
hand. "Shall I show you the new antiques I've come back with?" He asked.

It wasn't long before he had his face up my skirt, in back. I rubbed my rump
on his lips. He was quite good – his hands were everywhere. I was panting and
leaning on the wall. I snarled "That's right little man! Worship Princess
Domina!"

"Beg pardon?" He pulled his head out from under my skirt and looked around my
hips.

"Oh! Uh- I- uh." I stammered. I had lost track of things and started thinking
of this as a Domina session. "It was nothing."

"Do you want me to call you Princess?"

I started to say no, but changed my mind. "Yes. Princess Ashley." I said. I
stuffed my butt in his face. "Kiss your Princess Ashley!"

"Yes, your royal majesty." He said as he slipped back under.

I'm afraid I worked the poor man pretty hard that night. He was white and
shaking by the time I stooped making demands of him. He lay at my feet panting
and sucking my toes. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you, Bart." I said as I
idly fingered myself.

"Not... not at all Princess." He panted. "You are magnificent." He pushed
himself up to his knees on trembling arms. "In fact, your enthusiasm give me
courage to ask if you would care to explore... less traveled... that is..."

"Spit it out, Bart." He grew silent. I pulled his head into my wet pie.
"There, there Barty-poo. Take you time and tell me what you want."

With his face in my pie I heard his muffled voice say softly, "I wish to be
mounted."

I pictured him on the wall like a moose. Then I realized he wanted me to fuck
him, like that guy in Frisco with the toy! At least that's what I thought. I
pulled his chin up to look him in the eyes. His face gleamed with moisture.
"Do you have something you would like to show me?"

He nodded.

"Go get it."

He crawled to a dark mahogany box with ornate fittings. He took out an old key
and fitted it into the lock. He opened the lock. Then he crawled back and
presented me with the closed box. The center of the lid held an engraved
golden image – an eye – Egyptian in nature. I felt all warm and tingly as I
stared into it. I opened the box. Inside, sitting like the crown jewels on
velvet was a big, jeweled solid onyx strap on!

"Jesus!" I gasped.

"No, actually it once belonged to Cleopatra." He said. "Now it belongs to
Princess Ashley."

I tried to guess what it could be worth! "I can't talk this, Bart!" I gasped.

"You don't like it." He hung his head.

"NO! I love it!" I replied. "But..." I picked it up. Despite being of stone it
felt warm in my hand. I ran my hands up and down the bumpy shaft. Oh if this
thing could talk...

"If you don't take it, then it will sit in a dusty museum basement." Bart
whispered. "No museum would dare to display it."

"Are you really giving this to me?" I asked, trying the straps. I stood and
Bart helped. They were arranged so that the heavy cock felt light. The base
pressed enjoyably into my quim.

"Yes." He said. "Please take it Princess Ashley."

I smiled down. "Are you sure you want me to? If this becomes mine I'm going to
have to try it out." I slid the shaft over his lips.

"Please, Princess." He begged. "Take me."

I tried to be careful. I didn't kill him that night. But he was bed-ridden for
a day. Poor old man. He had started babbling soon after I mounted him, and
making strange gestures in then air. I remember growing rather dizzy. I had
been hammering away at him for a few minutes, nice and easy, but suddenly I
started slamming him violently! I don't know why. I just felt driven to fuck
that old man hard, even if it meant killing him! He didn't beg for mercy, he
just kept babbling and making signs. The air in the closed room fogged up – or
maybe I was going myopic with lust. I also smelled spices, which only made me
hornier! Soon the only thing I saw clearly was the full moon out the window –
I don't even recall seeing the window. My own snarls and howls drown out the
chanting of Bart below me. Eventually I fell onto him, spent as the clock
struck midnight.

When I got home Gail looked at me funny. I blushed and slid the box into a
kitchen cabinet. "Did you change your hair?" She asked. Then she sniffed the
air. She walke3d over and smelled me. I had taken a shower! What was her
problem. She closed her eyes and breathed deep with her head by my armpit
(that's just where her head came up to). "Mmmmmm. You smell so good!" she
purred.

"Uh... thanks." I said and went to get a bowl for cereal.

I watched her. Gail stood where I had left her with her eyes closed for a few
seconds, then jerked as if waking up. She clutched the counter and wiped her
forehead. "Holy shit." She panted.

"Are you all right?" I asked with a mouthful of Captain Crunch.

Gail blushed. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Must be catching something." She
mumbled and hobbled off to the shower. I shrugged and got on with life.

That night my sleep was disturbed by visions of a great, murky river. I felt
hot... and sultry. Somehow I felt as if I were one with the river. At first
this felt good. Then the river began to thrash. I felt like I couldn't breath.
I fought with the river, but I was the river! Then came to a waterfall. I felt
myself take flight over the edge – I was falling forever. Just as the rocks
below grew large I woke up. And I slammed into the floor beside my bed.

My flimsy nighty was all twisted up under my boobs. Somehow I had lost my
panties. And my fingers were sopping wet. I had been masturbating in my sleep.
I snorted a short laugh and sat up.

I was hungry. Might as well have a late night snack.

I went into the kitchen trying to decide between a salami sandwich and dill
pickles. As I thought what I ended up taking out of the cabinet was the
mahogany box. The eye stared up at me knowingly. I grew warm, despite being
bare assed. I tingled.

"That is gorgeous." Gail said at my elbow. I screamed and jumped. I mean I
almost pissed myself! Gail looked at me suspiciously. "What's in it?" she
asked.

"Just another one of those strap on things." I said as I got my breath back.

"Must be one hell of a sample." Said Gail eyeing the expensive, 16 inch long
box.

"Oh it is." I said lovingly as I stroked the smooth wood.

"Let me see." She said and reached out. In a flash I had her wrist in my hand
and had twisted it to bring her to her knees.

"Don't touch!" I snarled.

"You're hurting me." She whimpered.

I let go fast. My fingers left bruises on her arm! "Oh my god! I'm sorry,
Gail." Gail looked up at me from her knees. She was smelling me again. I
watched her fear melt the more she smelled me.

And it wasn't my arm pit this time. She closed her eyes and poked her nose
right up my clam! "You smell so good." She purred. Gail and I had known each
other for years and had never... experimented in that way. Her nose felt good
– I slid my hips back and forth a bit. We were just friends. "So gooooood."
She purred again as her hands went up to my hips. Her hot tongue slid up
inside of me. My knees buckled. She knew even more about this that Bart!

I was breathing hard when I said, "Would you like to see what's inside the
box, honey?"

"Oh god yes!!" She moaned as if she already knew.

I pulled her gently up by her hair. I opened the box. Her eyes went big. "Lick
it." I told her. She looked up at me. "Do as I say."

"Yes Princess." She whispered. She bent down and licked the cock in the box.

And that started our evening together. Previous to that night I always pegged
Gail as demure; like sex with her would be quiet. Now I see her as a cat. Soft
and fluffy, but you get her in heat and she'll rip your arm off!

If it weren't for me having the big stone rod, I'm not sure which of us would
have ended up on top. It took the rest of the night and every position I knew
(plus a few that Gail must have come up with), but I finally burned her
passion down. We lay sopping in her bed. She kissed and caressed my arm with
her little hand.

"You are so strong." She groaned. I flexed to show off. My nighty top ripped
down the sleeve and across the back. Gail screamed, then giggled. "Damn girl!"

"Jesus!" I said myself. I didn't know that nighty was that tight. Then I
looked at myself in her dresser mirror. I was pumped! I mean my muscles had
muscles! I screamed. And it took a while before I was ready to giggle. With
all this meat, the cock looked right at home on me!

I stood. It was then that I realized I had grown! I mean taller! I had to duck
the ceiling! I grabbed my stone bone. It was wet from Gail and still hot. It
even felt like it was throbbing.

I unstrapped. Gail came to me. I handed it to her. "Wash this and put it
back." I said in a daze. She bowed.

"Yes Princess." She replied, without a hint of humor.

I felt dizzy. I supported myself on her bed post. When she returned I looked
down at her. Then I looked up at the mirror. I was the same me again! Well,
actually I still looked a bit more buff, but not out-of-this-world buff. I
just looked like a big, powerful, gorgeous chick. Same old lovable me. ;-)

I convinced Gail we must have been seeing things. Or maybe it was her idea. I
was kinda foggy in the head the rest of that night.

The next day I emailed Tom and told him to set up a photo shoot with me in the
new strap on. I was worried about... strange things happening but Gail soothed
me. The pictures did not show me any bigger than I am normally these days. And
I was flattered when the entire photo crew (including the girls) begged for a
session with me. I turned them down. I pretended to be doing it just to watch
them pout, but I was a bit afraid of what might happen.

Once those images hit the web my mailbox hit maximum load. Guys kept emailing
and offering to pay double and triple if I would use the onyx shaft on them!
But I turned them down. I told them it was a valuable antique, and shouldn't
be handled roughly, though Gail and I had stressed tested it.

But the traffic to my site was making me rich. I got some submission matches
with guys who wanted anal sex and I used my other strap-on. I continued to win
despite meeting up with some fairly big guys. I was faster, and I was learning
some holds. Sparing with Erika was good practice. That little fox had some
good wrestling moves. Of course my size and strength always wore her down, but
she was a good trainer.

Then I got called into the dean's office. It seems that officially the school
was not happy about one of it's students making money by wrestling and
spanking men around the country. Nor were they happy with the semi-nude images
of me that were bringing in a steady check. That was what the dean tried to
get across. That and that if I didn't stop he would be forced to expel me.
That is what he said.

What I saw was a little man, maybe 5 feet 5 inches and 145 pounds, sweating
like a first time session boy. I was wearing my Babes outfit because I came in
just before a shift. His office door was closed so I decided to take things
into my own hands, including his shirt. I yanked him onto his desk and
promptly sat on his face. He bellowed and struggled but I kept him trapped.
Then I added my own groans.

Only mine were more like... "Oh GOD! IT'S SOOOOO HARD! OH YES! FASTER FASTER!"
and so on. I knew his middle aged secretary was listening. I played it up
while he flailed away trapped under my butt. When I got up I ran my lips all
over his face and shirt leaving red lipstick everywhere. I frumped up his hair
and pulled his shirt tail out.

Then I marched him to the door and I opened it. With his secretary watching I
planted a big wet kiss on him and whispered "Thanks, stud." He fainted
backwards into the room. I closed the door on him.

Then I walked over to his gape-mouthed secretary. "He said to give my $300
from petty cash."

She was so stunned she did it. And now I had a witness. Let's just see him try
to throw me out now.

I was in New York earning big bucks for a two on one session where I had
spanked both frat boys so bad they still had tears in their eyes as they left
when I go a call from Tom. Some nut in Egypt had offered 10 grand to fly me
and Erika out for a week. He would put us up in a 5-star suite and all he
wanted was one 4 hour session. He wanted to watch us wrestle.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"You gotta wear the stone bone." Said Tom. That's what he called the onyx
strap-on.

I hesitated. Wrestling Erika... would that do... did I dare? "Is that all?"

"He had some restriction about the match starting at midnight his time. But
no... nobody has to wear diapers or swallow or anything." Sneered Tom through
the line. Sometimes I liked that Tom didn't act like a toady to me even though
I was his biggest cash cow. Right now I found him irritating.

I instructed Tom to accept the offer if he paid for Gail too, and let us take
our time getting there. Tim was back on the horn with a green light – so long
as were ready to play on October 31st – a few days off. Erika and Gail would
catch up to me on the French Riviera. I asked Tom if this sort of thing
happened much. Never, he said. Made me feel pretty good even if it wasn't all
me. I guess some high roller had decided that the best way to spend his
winnings was on the two hottest babes on the internet.

I flew first class. And let me tell you, when you have as much leg as I do you
don't want to ride coach. We girls had a great time teasing the boys on the
Riviera for the night before we flew on to Morocco.

In Morocco Erika got Gail drunk and made friends with some gorgeous bit of
man-flesh. He was as tall as me, as dark as pitch and cat-like in his moves.
At first he was laying Erika back and getting her all hot, but then she
whispered in his ear and, I noticed, slipped him a wad of bills. He slid off
her and prowled up to my little friend. She was so drunk she didn't even look
back to see who was kissing her. She just went with it. He carried her off to
a bedroom.

I grabbed Erika by the neck. "If this ends up bad for Gail I swear I will ruin
your pretty face." I said in a voice that chilled me with its edge. I felt
Erika gulp in my hand. Her eyes darted like birds in a cage but her voice was
like butter sliding down a pancake.

"Trust me. She will never forget this night."

There was banging, rhythmic and primal from Gail's room. I'm sure I heard a
bed post snap and I saw pictures fall from the wall in the living room. I
remembered the moans she made that night. They reminded me of the night she
and I...

Close to dawn her door opened. Gail slumped up to the door frame. She was
glistening and dripping all over. She was smiling and panting. She wore the
man's red button-down and nothing else. She staggered over to the bar, not
making much of a straight line, her knees seemed double jointed all of a
sudden, and poured herself 4 fingers of scotch. She tipped it back and emptied
two of them. She topped the glass off again and leaned on the bar smiling even
more. She looked into my eyes. Then she giggled.

I giggled. "Was it that good?"

"Oh yeah!" We broke up and wiped a bit of goo from the corner of her mouth.
She slid down the bar as she licked her fingers until she was sitting on the
floor.

I walked over and peaked into her bedroom. The big man lay half off the bed,
moaning softly.

"Jeezus Gail!" I giggled going back to her. "I think you wrecked the poor
man!"

"He started it!" She protested. "I mean, he drives me to climax after climax
and then expects me to stop just because he is getting tired? I don't think
so!"

We laughed so hard at that we woke up Erika who was sleeping on the couch.

"Are you done with him?" She murmured. "I want some."

"Take all you want." Gail snickered into her glass.

Erika walked into the bedroom and closed the door. One minute later she walked
back out with a smirk on her face and the groaning man on her shoulders. "Very
funny." She muttered. She lugged the big man out, staging under his weight,
and dropped him in the hall. She locked the door and went back to the bedroom,
then closed that door. Gail and I fell all over each other laughing. I tasted
his cum in her hair. His musk in her armpit. We cuddled and licked each other
until noon. I cleaned my pleasingly plump little friend all up.

When we opened the door in the morning Gail's big Moroccan was on his knees in
the hall. He looked past Erika and me, searching out Gail. He crawled to her
on his knees talking quickly and with great respect. Apparently he was in
love. He kissed her hand and when she pulled it back he kissed her sandals. He
wore only his pants which Erika had been kind enough to throw out with him the
night before. And I have to admit the rippling muscle on his bent back looked
good to me.

"Damn, girlfriend." I murmured. "You really got this one."

"Whatever you did with him, you gotta show me." Said Erika with respect. We
were not used to men passing us up to lay prone in front of another. To be
honest, this was a first. And for plump little Gail, too. She just smiled in a
secretive way.

"All that glitters is not gold." She chirped and proffered her other sandal to
the man's lips to be cleaned.

Eventually she left him heartbroken, but she took his contact information and
said she might be in touch if he was lucky. She was enjoying herself.

I thought back to our night together with the onyx bone. She had been
incredible then, too. I mean, I wasn't even a guy and I can't recall ever
having more fun in bed! I looked at my little friend as she swaggered up the
steps to our waiting private jet – our transport to our final destination and
the big pay day. Had her ass always been so perfectly round? Had it always had
such a seductive swing and jiggle? Maybe I had under-estimated her all these
years...

How had I not noticed her before? At that moment I found her breath-taking.

On the plane Erika began to take the seat next to Gail. I grabbed her collar
and unceremoniously dumped her in the seat across the isle. She glared daggers
at me but I ignored her. What could that little slut do? I had her number.

During the ride I plied Gail with drink, but her eyes were distant and her
answers to my compliments mechanical and unsatisfying. Was it she that was
wearing a hypnotized look or was it me? We had been friends for ages and I had
always expected that she secretly desired me. And now when I was brimming with
lust for her – my god it was lust – she seemed absorbed elsewhere.

I happened to glance over at Erika. She was smiling at me in an irritating,
self-satisfied way. I felt like wiping that smirk off her lovely features,
maybe mess her up so that she would be un-billable for a while. I snarled. She
stuck out her tongue then became engaged with her magazine.

Bitch.

Once in Egypt a glistening dark skinned man spotted us instantly, "Princess
Domina." He bowed low. "Your limo awaits." And it was a big stretch job. We
tumbled in and popped the champaign. It was after dinner on October 31st.
Halloween, Erika reminded us. As we tooled past ruins I had pictures of little
kids in America dressed up as mummies wondering the streets gathering candy. I
snorted and drank. The evening air still held heat, but you could feel it
dissipating.

Our shiny little driver, he barely came up to my elbow, stopped in the middle
of nowhere. He came around and opened a door. Gail stepped out as if she knew
where she was going, so I followed, knocking Erika aside in order to do so
first.

I looked for a building or lights... anything to signify civilization. "What
the fuck are playing at?" I snarled.

"Please!" Bowed the man and he ran off.

"Hey!" I shouted. Then Gail wondered toward a pile of rock. We gave chase,
gathering our bags. The rocks defined an opening in the ground. Without
pausing Gail descended into the dark hole! "Hey!" I yelled again and went
after her.

I stumbled down into a dry subterranean passage. I felt Erika clinging to my
back. "What is this place?" She whispered.

"Where did Gail go?" I whispered back.

Suddenly I saw a flare of light as if a fire had been struck far down the
hall. And in that light I saw Gail being ushered into a room by a man. We ran
to catch up. They had wondered into a room, a cube hollowed from solid rock.
Gail was just mounting steps on the far side. Erika and I watched as she shed
her blouse and slipped into a slim garment preferred by the man, his back to
us. She then bent her head as he placed something on it.

"Remarkable!" The man gasped. And it that moment I new him.

"Bart!" I yelled. He spun and I saw his well trimmed mustache.

"Even so." He said. "I'm so glad you could make it. And look what else you
brought me! Imagine my surprise to find you actually were friends with the
vessel that carries the soul of Cleopatra VII, Queen Philopator and Pharaoh! I
thought I would need to hunt for ages after tonight to find her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.

"Did you bring the phallus?" He asked.

"Hu? Oh you mean the onyx strap-on? Sure I... Oh my god! Are you our
customer?" I gasped.

Bart smiled at me like I was a slow pupil.

"Who is this guy?" asked Erika at my shoulder.

"And Necrophantine!" Said Bart. "Do not worry, ancient magi, your revenge will
soon be complete."

Erika and I glanced at each other then over at Gail. She lounged up on those
steps like a cat. The calm on her face would make you thing everything was
making sense.

Meanwhile, Bart had gathered a golden belt and a cloak and slipped them onto
Erika. First the glittering belt around her hips, then the cloak on her
shoulders. Of course, Erika stopped wondering long enough to admire herself in
a polished mettle mirror. She snarled at herself. Was I the only sane person
left.

Then I felt Bart's arms around my hips. He was strapping me into the stone
bone! My hands went to stop him, but then he started muttering that gibberish
he muttered when I was taking him up the ass. And somehow I wanted him to
strap me in. Somehow I felt complete when it was in place.

And somehow I felt like keeping Erika in front of me. Damned if she wasn't
trying to slip around behind me! We circled each other.

"You begin to recognize each other already!" Purred Bart. "Good. Necrophantine
the magi and Hercutomus the warrior. Cleopatra's two first lovers and jealous
rivals. She played you two like fools in your lives and set you upon each
other like toys. Finally Necrophantine gained the upper hand by turning
Hercutomus to stone, but just at the moment of his victory he was defeated.
Hercutomus and Cleopatra had been engaged in the act when Necrophantine began
his spell. Necrophantine pounced upon them and finished his spell. Hercutomus
jumped up, naked and fully aroused..." at this Bart stroked my hard cock.
Erika snarled at me. We continued to circle.

"Hercutomus turned to stone in mid air and came down upon the hapless magi,
crushing him to the ground. Hercutomus's huge erecting crushed into
Necrophantine's chest and broke off there. Cleopatra demanded that it be
buried still within him.

"But I discovered his remains! And he told me how to bring him back! When he
walks the earth again He will be a god!"

Then Bart began chanting again. The air shimmered and I felt my clothing grow
tight. I actually felt myself growing! The first time I had been unaware until
after. Of course then I had been distracted my Cleopatra... I mean Gail. I
looked at her. She was not Gail... her moves were so cat-like and seductive.
The pout on her lips was superior and alluring beyond words.

From behind her there arose a stone slab soundlessly from the top step. Erika
and I eyed it suspiciously but still kept a wary eye on each other. Bart
continued chanting and now was making signs in the air. Erika became
interested in the movement of Bart's hands.

The stone slab grew a sarcophagus. I mean it just sprouted like a flower from
the stone. And the flower opened. The golden lid rose of its own accord and
slid off. Inside, the mummy began to writhe and from it came more chanting,
deeper than Bart's.

The air grew thick with mist and incense! Cleopatra began to dance for the
mummy. Erika began making signs with her hands. I watched as her hands left
trails in the air. She murmured in that odd tongue. It became so thick in the
room that all I could see was the glowing symbol Erika had made in the air – a
sort of house, sinking into the ground.

Then she was at my side and leveled a foot into my ribs. I grunted and fell to
my knees. I could not raise my thick arms to defend myself!

The mummy grew louder and the air thicker. I could scarcely inhale.

Then Cleopatra spoke to me. At first I could not hear her, then I could not
understand. Her language was strange. Then Necrophantine – or was that Erika –
struck me again with her foot, this time in the face. I fell stiff to the
ground.

"Finish him!" snarled the mummy. Odd. He spoke just as Cleopatra did but I
understood. Then I realized I could understand Cleopatra now as well.

"Fight back, my love." She purred. "Or all is lost."

It was as if I was tethered to the stone floor. Necrophantine continued to
chant over me as did the strange little man with the mustache. Necrophantine
stomped me back down when I tried to raise up.

The next time I grabbed her foot and hurled her across the room. As she
collected herself I managed to stand. Cleopatra had worked her way behind the
little man. She clapped a hand over his mouth and smothered him. Then she
grabbed a wrist and pinned it back. The little man struggled in her grasp. She
was his equal in size but younger and in better shape. I saw Cleopatra's eyes
dance as she shifted her hand over his mouth so that her palm covered his lips
and she could pinch his nose shut with thumb and finger. He lurched about in
her grip but she held tight, smiling through gritted teeth. "You shall
interfere no more, Bartholomew." She purred.

While I was spell bound by this Necrophantine attacked again. Her foot in my
chest sent me sprawling. She was on me in a flash, still chanting. Her sound
made me muddy. Her hand in my hair, banging my skull against the floor didn't
help.

"Fight my warrior! Fight Hercutomus!" Called Cleopatra. I could see that the
man in her arms was now blue in the face and quite still. She lost interest in
him once he stopped struggling and dropped him. He lay flat as she stepped
over him toward the steps and the sarcophagus where the mummy was now raising
himself up. He was chanting so loud I could barely hear Cleopatra.

She took off a shoe and smacked the mummy in the head with it. The mummy
stopped chanting for a second and backed away before continuing. It seemed to
fear her.

In that moment Necrophantine lost track of herself. I took my moment and flung
her to the floor and mounted on top of her. She was face down and I pinned her
arms behind her. She began to chant as the mummy did. I smacked her in the
mouth at the same time that Cleopatra used her shoe on the mummy once more.

"Take him, Hercutomus" Commanded Cleopatra of me. "Molest him! Sodomize him
for me!"

"Yes mistress!" I heard a voice rumble from my throat, deeper than mine and in
the ancient language Cleopatra was using.

It was but the work of an instant to tear a hole in the back of
Necrophantine's flimsy pants. And into that hole I stuffed my great member.

The mummy wailed, even more than Necrophantine did as my engorged bone stuffed
up her ass. He tried to come toward us but Cleopatra blocked his path. Though
he was bigger he appeared afraid to touch her.

"Please, mistress!" He begged on bent, bandaged knee. "Please let me pass."
Her answer was to club him again. And to laugh.

"Oh my!" Said Erika under me. It was a sound of pleasure. And it was English.
A great cloud of fog left my head and I humped harder. I remember Erika saying
she liked this sort of thing.

As I administered to Erika's pleasure the mummy wilted not so much under the
barrage of blows coming from Gail, but from age, it seemed. He was crumbling
to dust. I reached around and gave Erika additional thrills. And I nibbled an
ear. The howl when she came was matched by one from the mummy. And the pile of
dust that had been the mummy scattered under Gail's kick.

Bart groaned and rolled about.

Gail walked over to the stairs and began to fall into a faint. In a flash I
dismounted from Erika, who shrieked with indignation. I caught Gail before she
hit a stone step.

Her eyes opened and she smiled up at me. In the ancient tongue she said, "You
saved us." She kissed me with a tender passion I will always remember, and
then she fainted again.

When she awoke 33 minutes later she remembered nothing since the Moroccan
airport.

Despite his injured shoulder and headache I slapped Bart around until he
confessed. He had discovered the tomb and had been taken over by the spirit of
Necrophantine who commanded him to find me and bring me here (after preparing
me with the incantation he had used in his apartment). It appears I am the
reincarnation of Hercutomus. He had no idea that Gail was the reincarnation of
Cleopatra. He had chosen Erika as a vessel to hold Necrophantine's spirit who
was locked in his tomb by his own lust for revenge against Hercutomus.

But Cleopatra and Hercutomus were firm lovers through the ages, never far
apart, and not interested in the magi's revenge deal. Having Gail present had
mucked up everything for Necrophantine.

"I hope you know." I snarled down at Bart, "That possession and past-life
regeneration are going to cost you extra. Waaaay extra."

He looked up at me. My clothes had been ripped to rags and hung on me like
ornaments. My shoulders throbbed with anger. My breasts heaved with righteous
indignation high over his head. "I am your slave. All that I have is yours.
Please only let me serve you, oh mighty warrior." And he dropped and kissed my
toes. I lifted my foot and held his head to the floor with it. I might have
crushed his skull under my heal.

But Gail came to his rescue. "Let him live, mighty Domina." She purred. And
she fluttered her long eye lashes up at me. I pulled her up to my lips and
smothered her in kisses. I removed my foot. And when I set Gail down again I
was my own size, still big and strong, but not the size of an ancient warrior.

Erika still lay belly down on the cool stone rubbing her red rump and waiving
it about seductively. "Isn't anyone going to play anymore?"

Gail smiled like an imp. Then she unstrapped the bone from my groin and
slipped it on herself. No longer driven by the jealous warrior spirit, I left
them to enjoy themselves. Besides, the Shiny little driver outside still had
some good hooch to share.

The transfer from Bart's Swiss bank accounts to my name scuttled my ambitions
as a lawyer. And I gave up my job at Babes. But I still take the occasional
customer as Princess Domina. A girl has to have fun, you know.

Wanna play?