She - part 9
By Soltan Bey
Ursula
Update: 25/09/1997 to soltan

Ursula:

    Don Dinero scratched his face, noting that he still had no facial 
hair. It was something he had noticed one day. He remembered it was 
after Alisha had left for the island when he finally realized that he 
no longer needed to shave.  It was something she had done to him he 
supposed, when she had been coming by his bedroom the week or so prior 
to her and the others departure. . He probably would have noticed it 
sooner, but a man forgets things when he is in love.

    He sighed and resumed his work on reviewing the reports. Work
that he was used to. He grunted with some satisfaction as it appeared
the next harvest would be as good as ever. Assuming the monster
El Nino out west didn't adversely impact them, but only time would
tell on that. 

    He worked on for another hour before taking a mid afternoon 
break. He got up and stretched. He still felt woozy from last night.
Hell, last night; and the night before that, and the night before that,
ad infinitum. Between Ursula and Teresa he wasn't getting much sleep.
Both of them seem to have homed in on him like ants on sugar. 

    In fact, he knew they were arguing over him. Ursula wanted him
for herself, as did Teresa. A week ago they seemed to have reached
some sort of compromise. Teresa got him during the daylight hours, if
he wasn't busy with something. Ursula got him for the night.

  It appeared from his point of view Ursula got the better end of the 
bargain, because she didn't miss a night with him. Even if he tried to 
beg her off she still took him.  How it was that he could get so hard 
and stay that way for hours on end was a mystery to him. But as soon 
as she started rubbing that fearsome pussy of hers on his dick he 
sprang to life.

    She would always say. "See? Your not to tired. I can't let
this go to waste!" 

    Nor did she. Ever since Alisha had left the household, Ursula 
seemed to take over his sexual life. Funny, she had never been what he 
considered a good lay. She had been too fat for that sort of thing for 
years now and never, ever,  particularly pretty to gaze upon.

    But she had changed a lot since then, since Alisha anyway. She was 
one of the women that had chosen to be quite tall, she stood a 
towering 6'5" now. She wasn't as muscular as Consuela, not yet anyway.
Her face had somehow molded itself into a thing of great beauty, her once
plain appearance gone forever. So different was her look they had had
some difficulty getting her drivers license updated.

  He shivered. He imagined she was down in the gym right now. Since 
Alisha and the others left she was spending a lot more time at that 
activity than before. At present she was the most powerfully built, 
and tallest woman on the mansion staff. She had left the others in the 
dust. 


    As with the other women her vagina was something from out of this 
world, and that was the weapon she used with grim effectiveness on him 
last night, and all the other nights. She must have pumped him dry 
twenty times last night!  His balls were sore all all the time now, 
and he swore he was losing weight. He was tired a lot of the time too. 
Ursula, on the other hand, seemed tireless and always full of energy, 
growing stronger every week. 

    At least he could fend Teresa off. She hadn't been tempted to grow 
into a titaness. She still stood a demure 5'5", slim, but she was 
built with solid muscle. Big breasted and extremely attractive. 

  He sighed again and stretched some more. He missed his wife, she had 
died in an auto accident some six years ago. If she was around he 
wouldn't have all these women problems. No, she would have been the 
only one pestering him, and he could live with that. Maybe it was the 
Lords will, punishment, for not remarrying, for not having any 
children. But that wasn't his fault. Elisa had been barren. The Lord 
knew that they had tried so often.

    He didn't know how Alisha figured into the will of the Almighty, 
but she must, else she wouldn't exist. He scratched his head and
gave up that line of thought, he had never been a particularly 
religious man anyway. But lately he had been trying to make 
sense of what was going on in his little corner of the world, the only
thing he came up with that made sense was...it was the Lords will.
The simple peasant way of thinking. 

 He himself despised that sort of thing. Simpleton think. Nonetheless 
it was were he ended up. He refused to believe in demons and monsters. 
That was all superstitious childlike nonsense. He knew the only demons 
that existed were the ones mankind, men, women, created in their own 
minds. Sometimes they became demons.

 It was with this thought in mind when he heard a commotion from 
downstairs. He left the suite to see what the hell was up, it sounded 
like a cat fight. Women hell cats that is. There had been more and
more of these disturbances lately. 

 He cursed when he reached the bottom of the stairs. It was Ursula and 
Teresa. This time it wasn't just words either. He saw some of the 
other staff had gathered to watch. Olga had a dour look on her now 
pretty and youthful face. 

    Ursula shook Teresa like a rag doll, as she held the smaller woman 
aloft. "You either do as I say or I'll snap your neck off!" She 
bellowed. 

    The Don hurried over. "Put her down Ursula, what is the matter
with you?" Ursula looked over at the Don and she literally tossed
Teresa to the floor. Teresa landed with a thump and a whimper
on the carpet. 

    The Don shook his finger at them. "Either you two figure out how 
to treat one another with respect or leave. I will -not- have this 
sort of behavior going on in -my- household. Is that understood?"

    Ursula, pretty as she was, glowered with unspent rage. She must 
have just left the gym, as she was drenched in sweat and all her 
muscles were pumped to distension. She was an impressive and erotic 
sight, as she was wearing nothing but shorts and a cut off football 
jersey. The jersey was one of those US NFL style netted fabric items, 
and it  barely covered her immense glorious glands. It was stretched 
tight across her broad chest, to the point of breaking almost. 

  She glared at Teresa. "I'll not be going anywhere. Everything
would be okay if this little trollop would obey me." She pointed
her finger at Teresa. "You do as I say, we'll get along and I won't
hurt you. You keep it away from my man, he's mine and mine alone!"

    She turned back to the Don. "I don't want you see you with
her again. Do you understand?" 

    The Don didn't answer right away, he was to stunned to say
anything at the moment. His face began to twist in indignity, Ursla
was going to far! 

    Teresa glanced at the Don, she nodded her head meekly and
tears formed in her eyes. She ran away down the hall to her room.

  The Don blanched when he heard whimpers of laughter coming from down 
the hall, staff who had collected to watch the earlier event  started 
to disappear. Wise of them to do so, he thought. 

    Ursla saw the Don's reaction and turned to salve his dignity.
She shouted down the hall, so the whole house could hear. "That
goes for all you women. The Don is mine, I claim him as is my right."

    She turned back and smiled at the Don. "Well, that solves that. 
You look a little tired sugar, I better see to it you have something 
to eat." She was all sugar and spice now.

    The Don flipped out. "Who the hell do you think you are now? Since
when do women go around claiming men? No woman claims me. I am
the man, I'll do all the claiming around here, when and if I chose to
do so!"  He waved his arms, as if that would help.

    Ursla cocked her hip. "I am the biggest woman here in the 
household, that's number one." She held up a finger. "Number Two; 
Alisha said I was her representative here at the house when she and 
Consuela are away." She smiled with a lethal look in her eyes. "Number 
Three; I like you and your the only man in the house that can keep me 
satisfied."  

    She waltzed over toward him. "Number Four; I can't have these
other women using up a precious resource, now can I?"

    She bent over to kiss him with brute force. "Now, is there
anything you need? Or may I be excused to go see to it you
have something to eat and go take a shower?"

    The Don wilted. She was right, she wasn't going anywhere, unless
she wanted to. He had forgotten Ursla Damoe was Alisha's third. Her
household enforcer here at the mansion. If he went against Ursla
he was going against Alisha, and that he couldn't do.

    He looked up at her, "Ursla, I do need something. I'd like a night
to relax for once. I think your killing me!" He pleaded. "I can't 
survive you night in and night out week after week! God, woman, 
I need time to recover!"

    Ursla pouted. "Well, I suppose I could get by for one night. I'll
just work off my energy in the gym I guess." 

  When she said that the Don wondered if he was making a mistake, the 
more time she spent in the gym, the stronger she got! The stronger and 
bigger she got the more sexually demanding she was becoming! He felt 
faint just thinking about it. 

She shook her finger at the Don. "I mean it. You don't let that little 
trollop get into your pants ever again." She paused. "If she pesters 
you, you let me know. That goes for the other women as well. I will 
not tolerate it!"

    "Okay, Okay." He raised his hands in plea. "I'll be in my suite, I 
have more work to do and I would like it if there was some peace and 
quiet around here from now on. Yes, I would like a good meal sent up. 
See to that please Ursla."  

    Ursla curtsied, as best as a woman her build could manage. "As
you wish Don Dinero."   As he turned to go she patted his behind.
"You sure I can't just come up for a little afternoon pick me up?"
    
 The Don whipped around, exasperated. "No! I'm busy and can't 
be bothered!" He stomped away.

    Ursla smiled at the Don's departing form. She had needs, the
Don didn't understand as of yet. She would have to have him see
a doctor, maybe he needed to take supplements or something. Yes,
she would have to take care of him, as he obviously didn't have the
wits to take care of himself. The poor thing was getting weaker!

 She would also have to start taking control of the other household
situations. She was the law around here now. If the other female
staff wouldn't obey her, she would crush them! Well, something like 
that. She would think of something. She flexed her powerful body. 
It felt good to be in control. 

 Thinking of control, she had to see to it the Don got that dinner,
she would need to eat as well. A couple of those eggs would hit
the spot right about now.

..............

    Late that night, the Don  rested in his comforter chair, reading a 
book he had been wanting to read for some time now. Ursla had been 
true to her word, thank the stars, and he was feeling better already. 

  One of the phones rang. By the signal tone he could tell it was a 
call from Alisha, or one of her island minions. He picked up the 
receiver and engaged the scrambler.

    "Yes, this is Dinero speaking."

    It was Alisha. "Don, how are you doing these days?"

    He spoke to her at some length, talking about safe things. Unless 
it was necessary to talk business specifics, then he and his staff 
used keywords and phrases rather than refer to things directly. Even 
though the line was scrambled by a system he trusted, he had
suspicions the heavies at the American NSA could break it.
It was best to be safe, rather than sorry.

    It had almost been a month since he and Alisha had spoken, so 
there was a lot to discuss. When the conversation wound down Alisha 
mentioned she would be having a messenger come by with a package to 
deliver to Ursla, one that should make things easier on him and the 
rest of the staff. Ursla would see to it that the male staff and the 
husbands or boyfriends of the other women took the medicine. 

    Alisha analogized for any problems that had resulted from her 
tampering. The Don blushed when she did so. "Mistress, there is no 
reason for you to apologize." Since Ursla wasn't around to hear him 
speak about her he admitted, "Actually, my life has never been 
happier. Ursla, she is more than any man could dream of." He laughed, 
"I just hope I can teach her when to leave me alone. I don't think she 
realizes how much she can take out of a man!"

    Alisha mentioned that Manuel had had the same problem,  that he 
was having to take supplements to keep from being wasted away and 
falling ill. She said she would inform Ursla that he should have 12 
ounces of that special egg mix per day, assuming she took him every 
night that is. 

    After the call, Dinero returned to his reading, he tried to 
anyway, however the Mistress's last comment worried him. He put two 
and two together and it dawned on him why he was so weak. 

  All this time he had thought he was imagining cumming time after 
time when Ursla or one of the other women had been with him. That the 
orgasms were nothing more than his prostate attempting to fire off a 
volley that wasn't there. That Ursla, Teresa and the others were just
so good that it -seemed- like he was popping his rocks every fifteen
minutes or so. 

    Come to think of it, he hadn't seen his own emission in many 
months. Not since Alisha arrived. Now all the women -wanted- him and 
the other men to pop off inside of them. He decided to go against his 
beliefs and test the theory. Was he actually cumming -that- much? 

 He jerked himself off. It took a lot longer than if Ursla had been 
working him, as his dick never made it past half mast. When he finally 
popped he was shocked at the amount of cum that shot out of his dick. 
It looked like ounces! He fell back exhausted, but not for too long, as he 
had left a mess on the carpet. He found some towels to clean it up. If 
Ursla came in and smelled it she would be angry.

    He waited for a half hour or so, as he wasn't in any rush to drain 
himself. He tried to get his old 48 year old willy to rise again, but 
it remained flaccid. Not uncommon in a man his age. He closed his eyes 
and tried thinking about Ursla, and the things she could do. He 
managed to get it somewhat hard, but not a raging hard on like when 
she or one of the other women were with him. 

     This time he was ready with a cup, and he managed to get
a healthy squirt out when he came, but no where near the amount that
he spurted some 45 minutes ago. Nor was the orgasm as intense
or as long lasting. 

    He cleaned up the mess and sat thinking about what Alisha had said 
about Manuel and what he knew of his own experience. When he was with 
Ursla, each orgasm was as intense as the first. He had never bothered 
to really count them, but he knew he must be cumming a dozen or more 
times a night, lately anyway.  There was something about her body that 
stimulated him to be more productive than normal, far more than 
normal!  Something about her and the other women could make him hard 
and ridged for hours on end. He had noted a similar phenomenon when 
Teresa had been with him too, however she wasn't as voracious as Ursla 
was becoming.  If what he suspected was true, he -was- being wasted 
away, he wasn't just weak and tired from not having enough sleep!

    He wondered what affect the 'medicine' Alisha had alluded
to would have on his men. If it did the same thing to them,
whatever it was, they would be at the sexual mercy of the women!
It could be a disaster! 

  No force on earth could stop them! They had all the tools they 
needed to dominate his men, physically and sexually. His men would be 
at their mercy, their beck and call. Their every whim! 

    He could foresee work not getting done. For these women, if they 
were like Ursla, eventually became insatiable. His only hope was, if 
his weakly based theory was correct, that the smaller women were more 
easily satiated than the big ones, like Ursla. Or maybe she was just a 
nympho, an anomaly.  He could only hope. His poor men! His empire!

....................

 To be continued......