“Vanessa’s Story”
XVIII.
My name is Vanessa Argüelles.
I am a Ghul.
A Ghul is supernatural creature. We are gifted with abilities way beyond those of the common mortals who we feed off. We take their money, their resources, their freedom.
We are meant to be rulers. Mortals are meant to be ruled.
We Ghul transcend time and space. We can walk the planes. We can speak words and mortals are forced to obey. We can bend the will of fantastic creatures. We conquer death by being born again. There is no stopping us, no matter how many goodie two shoe Djinns and Houri would like to say they have us checked.
We corrupt them as well. They too hoard power. They too choose to dominate those who do not share their views.
There is no real difference. One day they will realize their folly and the will kneel before their Ghul Masters.
In the end we all serve someone. There is no illusion of independence for us. All are bound to someone. Someone is always bound to us. The only difference is how far up the ladder one is and the quality of those who serve us and the quality of those we serve.
I consider myself quite high up on the ladder and there are many who serve me.
The birth of a Ghul is about to happen. And I mean to be there when it happens. Ghulish Seers that serve me spend their time gazing into the realms of mystic probabilities. They are both fortune tellers and mathematical statisticians all rolled up in one and now they have located a very special mortal who is soon to become one of us.
I look at myself in the mirror behind the sun visor of the van we are driving.
I look in my late thirties, but in reality I am closer to seventy than thirty. Ghuls have ways to cheat death and aging. Albeit for a while. In the end, the Reaper takes what is his. I have no illusions as to what my fate will eventually be.
But for the moment, I am still gorgeous. I have long dark wavy hair and sharp green eyes. My skin is white and tight. No need for surgeries to maintain my beauty.
“Two blocks, mistress,” my Seer says from the back seat. His name is Felix and he is an obedient sort. I could ask him to jump out of the speeding van and he would do so without a second´s hesitation. I’ve dominated him to the point his own life has less value than my satisfaction. I like that in my slaves.
“When you see her stop just left of her,” I command the driver. “Once she is pulled in, I will subdue her.”
“Yes, mistress,” the driver says. Jason is his name. He is a more stronger sort of Ghul. The kind who can’t resist but will try. They are the one’s that require reinforcement from time to time. I can reduce his body to a whimpering mass with my fingers. He enjoys it despite his screams. He loves me intensely and from time to time, I satisfy his passion. Those who love are pathetic. But his passion and his will is why I prefer him at the wheel.
“Biff,” I said to the burly man next to Felix. “I don’t want her bruised. Be firm, but don’t throw her around like a piece of meat."
“As you command mistress,” he said with an obedient nod.
He was a simpleton. Easy to dominate. More strength than brains. No need to tickle his type. A firm word and a solid command are enough. Sometimes I worry he’s too easy to dominate, but even those weaklings have their uses.
We turned the corner.
“That is her,” Felix said pointing to young woman crossing the street. “Claudia Sever. She’s just turning this very moment.”
“Jason, Biff. Don’t fail me,” I command.
They opened the door just as the van swung behind Claudia. Thhey snatched her and pulled her in before closing the door.
“Quarter turn!” I shouted force phasing us out of the public view. A quarter turn will make most mortals ignore us.
Claudia shouted and kicked but Biff managed to keep her steady. I could command her to sleep with a word, but I needed her more subdued than merely asleep.
I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a colorful lotus flower in the palm of my hand. It was the Flower of the Sahara. An ancient artifact in the form of a flower. The flower rotated in the palm of my hand and its colors swirled. I tried not to look directly at the flower, its power is such that even I would succumb to its charm if I watched the flower intently.
Claudia looked at it and it began sparkle gently as it locked onto its victim. She could not break her gaze. She stopped screaming and shouting and her struggling died down. Biff released her from his bear hug.
“Hello, Claudia,” I said. “It is nice to meet you again. You and I were once great friends. I served you well and now it is your turn to serve me. But we will discuss those matters later. You are in the clutches of the Flower of the Sahara. An experienced planeswalker avoids looking directly at it. Once in it seizes your attention, there is no resisting and the flower simply calms and draws its victim in."
“Some guy is following us, Vannesa,” Jason said watching is mirror. He was getting a bit informal. I made a note to punish him. He has hopelessly ticklish balls. Thirty minutes of my attention tonight should suffice.
“By some guy I assume you mean a Houri,” I replied impatiently.
“Yeah. He looks eager for some action,” Jason said.
“Full turn then. Together. Now.” We slipped out of the world of mortals straight into the Primal Plane.
I handed Felix a glowing blue object. “Give him a taste of this.”
I gently moved the flower from side to side and Claudia's gaze followed. She obediently followed my motions.
I would make her an obedient little slave I vowed.
"The flower is a slow artifact," I said. "It takes time and many times a more immediate effect is required. But once she releases her perfume, there is no resisting."
The flower finally sprayed a fine mist in Claudia’s face. It was a sweet perfume and she drew in the vapors clearly enjoying the scent.
"They don't last more than five seconds," I said starting to count.
"One, two, three,"
She was hit by drowsiness she could not hope to resist. She fell asleep instantly.
The seer threw the blue stone out the back door and an explosion followed.
XIX.
I was with Claudia when she awoke.
We were at a mansion I had “acquired” from a wealthy family near the city.
The family and servants were now my slaves and my Ghul brethren occupied the spacious rooms. Mortals are simple to dominate.
I had them care to Claudia. She was bathed and I had her clothes disposed of. The Flower of the Sahara renders its victim unconscious for at least three hours.
I had her dressed in a silk robe with Japanese floral designs and I had matching slippers placed on her feet. These are courtesies I extend to Claudia because of the relationship we have had throughout the ages. When I initiated Jason, I kept him naked and restrained in a cell for almost a month until I decided he was ready to serve.
Claudia would be treated differently but I would not wait long to claim her as mine.
She was then taken to my personal chambers. I had a fire in the fireplace to keep away the chill and had Claudia mounted into a set of elegant cedar stocks. Only the finest for my friend and rival through the ages.
Her feet entered the two holes on the ends and her hands entered the two holes in the upper center. The top part clicked and locked neatly trapping her in the device.
I had her placed on my bed and I awaited patiently for her to awaken.
She woke slowly and suddenly she realized she was not awakening in her bed.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily. "What happened?"
"You are my prisoner, Claudia."
She struggled in the stocks, but there were firmly mounted.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Claudia asked. "Money?"
"Look around you," I said. "Do you think I need money? I could ask your father and he would hand over his fortune in a heartbeat. No, money is not a problem for our kind."
"Who are you?" she asked again.
"Vanessa Argüelles," I replied. "You've known me by many different names, but in this life I am Vanessa."
"What do you want from me? Why am I here?" Claudia asked.
"I want you, Claudia. Body and soul, I want you to serve me," I explained. "We are Ghuls. We are powerful creatures. You will dominate many with your charms but I will dominate you. Together we will rule the world."
"I don't know what you mean, but I will not be dominated by you," Claudia vowed. "I will resist."
I smiled at her naiveté.
"You are still green. Barely a Ghul. You cannot resist anything I do to you," I removed the silken slippers revealing her bare feet. The soles were white and smooth and her toes round and pretty. They were quite tempting to have there so close and so vulnerable. Some feet simply invite attention. Claudia's were of this kind.
"I will resist," she vowed swallowing nervously.
"Then do this. Resist laughing," I challenged her.
"Resist what---" she began as I traced a finger beneath her arch.
She screeched and burst out in sudden laughter.
"That's not fa---" she said as I stroked her feet again excruciatingly slowly with my sharp nails. She laughed despite her best efforts not to. She was very ticklish as all Ghuls and Houri are. There are no exceptions.
"Fair?" I scoffed. "Life is not fair. Those who can take, take and those who can tickle must tickle. Tis the way of the world for a Ghul."
"Why... are... you... doing... this?" Claudia asked as I held her big toe between my fingers. It did not tickle, but anticipation of tickling is sometimes worse than tickling itself.
"Ghuls and Houri alike learned long ago that the stroke of a single finger when done properly is more powerful than a hot poker," I explained. "We learned that influence is more powerful than an army. We discovered truly that the feather and the subtle touch are more powerful than the sword or the pen."
I held the toe firmly and with my free hand I dug my nails deep into the soft tender flesh of her soles and I tickled away with abandon.
"Will you stop tickling my feet!" she shouted as she lost control completely.
I obeyed. For now. Soft tender toes are a treat and they should be sucked leisurely. I've seen too many leathery skinned and calloused soles - ticklish no doubt - but hardly appetizing. For the meantime Claudia's feet would have to regrettably wait.
Other parts of Claudia required attention.
I reached over the stocks and I opened her robe revealing her breasts. They were large and round and I smiled at her as she cast daggers at me with her eyes.
She had pretty nipples which I promptly tickled with my fingertips.
Claudia squealed and laughed helpless as her nipples went from soft and flaccid to hard and tight.
Sensitive and ticklish all in one. I was quite satisfied and I continued tickling around the edges of her firm breasts.
She was angered and embarrassed. If only she could recall all that she has put me through throughout the ages.
She tried to bite me and her hands reached out desperately in the stocks perhaps hoping for a chance to return the favor.
"It's rude to bite your mistress," I scolded gently circling her and climbing on the bed positioning myself behind her.
I sat behind her snuggling close to her. I drew a long breath of air capturing her scent and burning it into my mind. This was not a smell of my former mistress, but there was not mistaking that this was her, reborn and for the time being at a disadvantage.
"Why are you doing this?" Claudia sobbed.
"Don't be sad, dear Claudia," I said. "I promise that I will be very good to you."
I nibbled gently on her ears. I little too much and she'd laugh, a little less and she'd get excited. I tried to keep it at that sweet spot in between.
She deliciously switched between short bursts of laughter and groans of reluctant pleasure.
"Stop..." she begged, but her voice was not certain, the plea was not earnest.
I slipped a hand past her waist and down past her pubic hair to her warm and very moist slit.
"You are not so certain anymore if resisting is an option," I whispered sensually into her ear as I gently rubbed her lips with my fingers. "When I finish with you, you will be convinced resisting is not an option."
Claudia could sense the connection between us. There was an undeniable connection between us that spanned over centuries and around the world. There would be time for pleasure, I knew. Now was time for destroying all illusions of any will other than my own.
I dug my nails viciously into her sides and I tickled her with total abandon. She jumped as much as her position allowed and she screamed. I did not speak to her, however I did not relent either. I tickled her non-stop adjusting only change my point of attack if she began to show signs of less sensitivity. Her underarms and inner thighs helped maintain my tickling assault on a high level. She screamed and shouted and swore at me. She shook and squirmed in my hands as I molded her like clay to my will.
And then I stopped.
I did not say anything. I pulled away and stretched a bit like a cat. Tickling can be tiring for the tickler too.
"You are going to tickle me all night?" Claudia asked hoarsely. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her wet hair clinged to her face and she tried to blow it out of her face.
I smiled at her. How many times had she left me like that or worse? How many times did she tickle and humiliate me just because she felt like it? I tried not to remember, but it would be a long time before I felt sorry for Claudia.
"You still think this is a simply a crazy woman torturing you," I said. "This is much bigger than you imagine."
I cast off my clothes with reckless abandon and placed a similar robe as to the one Claudia wore. No need to be uncomfortable.
"Let me show you how big this is," I said as I drew near Claudia.
"Full turn!" I cried taking Claudia by the forearm and phasing into the Primal Plane.
She was shocked as the room melted away and we were left knee deep in warm clean water in what might have been a swamp but it was too clean to be so. It was dark and Claudia's stocks had disappeared. They did not exist in the Primal Plane.
She was free but suspicious of where she was and of her sudden freedom
"This is the Primal Plane," I explained. "It is a world behind our own world. A world were magic is very real and a world only persons like you and I may enter."
"What are you going to do to me?" Claudia said terrified at her strange and supernatural surroundings.
"To you, nothing more if you do as you are told. At least that I can promise you tonight."
"I could run away," Claudia said not really convinced of her own words.
"There are worse things than a Ghul mistress on the Primal Plane. You'd do well to keep close."
We walked through the swamp until we reached the mouth of a cave.
"I have something very special today," I told her. "A treat actually. And I mean to share it with you to demonstrate that I do not want to harm you."
We entered the cave and four female Ghuls awaited us.
Dana, Melissa, Charlotte and Sophia. The Three Huntresses, I called them. They were dangerous Ghuls capable of subduing powerful creatures. They all served me albeit reluctantly.
They bowed deeply to me and then they bowed a little less to Claudia.
"We are yours to command," they said in unison.
"Arise," I said impatiently. "Bring me your prize."
They nodded and went deeper in the cave. They pulled their prisoner on silver chains etched with runes. She struggled in the chains but she must have known her struggling was futile.
Her face was familiar. The red hair, the green eyes, the small slim frame were all unmistakable.
She was naked save for a small and scarce loincloth.
"Her name she says is "Jeanie", but we all know that is not her real name," I said watching her intently. She was more powerful than all my Djinns or Ifreets together.
Claudia watched her intently and with great interest.
"To know her real name is to have her fealty and to dominate her. I have several Djinn slaves and a few Efreets as well. But this one is of considerable power. When I know her name, I will use her power to thoroughly crush a new budding Houri of whom we know is been groomed near by. The Houri are our enemies and we destroy and enslave them at every opportunity."
It was only a matter of time until the Houri surfaced. I meant to be ready.
"You may tickle her first," I told Claudia.
"Me?" Claudia asked confused.
"I wish to see if you remain as ruthless as I know you can be," I said as my Ghul huntresses pulled on the chains from four directions leaving her spread eagle and suspended in the air. The Djinn does not weigh in the Primal Plane and she did not sag because physics and gravity have different laws here.
"And if she tells me her name?" Claudia asked.
I laughed deeply and loudly. "If she tells you her name she'd be yours to command but trust me, no amount of tickling from a amateur Ghul will make her break. It could take weeks or months of expert torture." It could take even more I admitted.
Claudia looked at the Djinn. She seemed to size up the challenge and she seemed confident.
"If I get her name, will you allow me to leave?" she asked.
"If you somehow took her name by some freak of nature, I would destroy you where you stand," I said. "By my hand or by the hands of my Huntresses."
That comment was true and it seemed to discourage her a bit.
"What would you give me if I got her name?" she asked insisting.
I smiled. That was the bold and arrogant Ghul I remembered.
"The better question is what would you give me?" I asked.
"What do you want of me?" she countered.
"I want your servitude. I want you as my slave. I want you to serve my every bidding," I said simply and truthfully.
"If I agree, would you give me the same if I learned her name?" Claudia asked raising an eyebrow.
"You are as ambitious as I hoped," I said admiring her more and more. "But I hold all the cards. In the extremely remote event you'd tickle the true name out of the Djinn, I'd give you the privilege of tickling me for one night. Nothing more. If you fail, you save me the trouble of breaking your will and you will serve me of your own free will. A fair exchange."
Claudia nodded timidly then more firmly.
It was hardly fair. There was a chance in a million. Maybe those odds were generous.
"Okay, let's do it," Claudia declared and she stepped up to the Djinn.
"Wait!" I said. "We must pact before the Universe. We declare the terms of the agreement and we pact with the Universe as our witness. To fail to honor the agreement is to bring the wrath of the Universe upon one's self."
I extended my hand. "I will be at your mercy to be tickled at your leisure for one night if you extract the true name of this Djinn within the next hour."
I prompted her and she understood immediately taking my hand firmly.
"If I am unable to extract this Djinn's true name within the hour, I agree to be your slave and obey your every wish," she said solemnly.
If I was not certain that she must fail I would be afraid of such determination and boldness.
Ghuls seal their pacts with a kiss. I drew her near and I planted a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"May oblivion alone keep us from our word," I said feeling energy flow as we pacted.
The bet was on.
To be continued....
Next: "Jeanie's Story"
XVIII.
My name is Vanessa Argüelles.
I am a Ghul.
A Ghul is supernatural creature. We are gifted with abilities way beyond those of the common mortals who we feed off. We take their money, their resources, their freedom.
We are meant to be rulers. Mortals are meant to be ruled.
We Ghul transcend time and space. We can walk the planes. We can speak words and mortals are forced to obey. We can bend the will of fantastic creatures. We conquer death by being born again. There is no stopping us, no matter how many goodie two shoe Djinns and Houri would like to say they have us checked.
We corrupt them as well. They too hoard power. They too choose to dominate those who do not share their views.
There is no real difference. One day they will realize their folly and the will kneel before their Ghul Masters.
In the end we all serve someone. There is no illusion of independence for us. All are bound to someone. Someone is always bound to us. The only difference is how far up the ladder one is and the quality of those who serve us and the quality of those we serve.
I consider myself quite high up on the ladder and there are many who serve me.
The birth of a Ghul is about to happen. And I mean to be there when it happens. Ghulish Seers that serve me spend their time gazing into the realms of mystic probabilities. They are both fortune tellers and mathematical statisticians all rolled up in one and now they have located a very special mortal who is soon to become one of us.
I look at myself in the mirror behind the sun visor of the van we are driving.
I look in my late thirties, but in reality I am closer to seventy than thirty. Ghuls have ways to cheat death and aging. Albeit for a while. In the end, the Reaper takes what is his. I have no illusions as to what my fate will eventually be.
But for the moment, I am still gorgeous. I have long dark wavy hair and sharp green eyes. My skin is white and tight. No need for surgeries to maintain my beauty.
“Two blocks, mistress,” my Seer says from the back seat. His name is Felix and he is an obedient sort. I could ask him to jump out of the speeding van and he would do so without a second´s hesitation. I’ve dominated him to the point his own life has less value than my satisfaction. I like that in my slaves.
“When you see her stop just left of her,” I command the driver. “Once she is pulled in, I will subdue her.”
“Yes, mistress,” the driver says. Jason is his name. He is a more stronger sort of Ghul. The kind who can’t resist but will try. They are the one’s that require reinforcement from time to time. I can reduce his body to a whimpering mass with my fingers. He enjoys it despite his screams. He loves me intensely and from time to time, I satisfy his passion. Those who love are pathetic. But his passion and his will is why I prefer him at the wheel.
“Biff,” I said to the burly man next to Felix. “I don’t want her bruised. Be firm, but don’t throw her around like a piece of meat."
“As you command mistress,” he said with an obedient nod.
He was a simpleton. Easy to dominate. More strength than brains. No need to tickle his type. A firm word and a solid command are enough. Sometimes I worry he’s too easy to dominate, but even those weaklings have their uses.
We turned the corner.
“That is her,” Felix said pointing to young woman crossing the street. “Claudia Sever. She’s just turning this very moment.”
“Jason, Biff. Don’t fail me,” I command.
They opened the door just as the van swung behind Claudia. Thhey snatched her and pulled her in before closing the door.
“Quarter turn!” I shouted force phasing us out of the public view. A quarter turn will make most mortals ignore us.
Claudia shouted and kicked but Biff managed to keep her steady. I could command her to sleep with a word, but I needed her more subdued than merely asleep.
I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a colorful lotus flower in the palm of my hand. It was the Flower of the Sahara. An ancient artifact in the form of a flower. The flower rotated in the palm of my hand and its colors swirled. I tried not to look directly at the flower, its power is such that even I would succumb to its charm if I watched the flower intently.
Claudia looked at it and it began sparkle gently as it locked onto its victim. She could not break her gaze. She stopped screaming and shouting and her struggling died down. Biff released her from his bear hug.
“Hello, Claudia,” I said. “It is nice to meet you again. You and I were once great friends. I served you well and now it is your turn to serve me. But we will discuss those matters later. You are in the clutches of the Flower of the Sahara. An experienced planeswalker avoids looking directly at it. Once in it seizes your attention, there is no resisting and the flower simply calms and draws its victim in."
“Some guy is following us, Vannesa,” Jason said watching is mirror. He was getting a bit informal. I made a note to punish him. He has hopelessly ticklish balls. Thirty minutes of my attention tonight should suffice.
“By some guy I assume you mean a Houri,” I replied impatiently.
“Yeah. He looks eager for some action,” Jason said.
“Full turn then. Together. Now.” We slipped out of the world of mortals straight into the Primal Plane.
I handed Felix a glowing blue object. “Give him a taste of this.”
I gently moved the flower from side to side and Claudia's gaze followed. She obediently followed my motions.
I would make her an obedient little slave I vowed.
"The flower is a slow artifact," I said. "It takes time and many times a more immediate effect is required. But once she releases her perfume, there is no resisting."
The flower finally sprayed a fine mist in Claudia’s face. It was a sweet perfume and she drew in the vapors clearly enjoying the scent.
"They don't last more than five seconds," I said starting to count.
"One, two, three,"
She was hit by drowsiness she could not hope to resist. She fell asleep instantly.
The seer threw the blue stone out the back door and an explosion followed.
XIX.
I was with Claudia when she awoke.
We were at a mansion I had “acquired” from a wealthy family near the city.
The family and servants were now my slaves and my Ghul brethren occupied the spacious rooms. Mortals are simple to dominate.
I had them care to Claudia. She was bathed and I had her clothes disposed of. The Flower of the Sahara renders its victim unconscious for at least three hours.
I had her dressed in a silk robe with Japanese floral designs and I had matching slippers placed on her feet. These are courtesies I extend to Claudia because of the relationship we have had throughout the ages. When I initiated Jason, I kept him naked and restrained in a cell for almost a month until I decided he was ready to serve.
Claudia would be treated differently but I would not wait long to claim her as mine.
She was then taken to my personal chambers. I had a fire in the fireplace to keep away the chill and had Claudia mounted into a set of elegant cedar stocks. Only the finest for my friend and rival through the ages.
Her feet entered the two holes on the ends and her hands entered the two holes in the upper center. The top part clicked and locked neatly trapping her in the device.
I had her placed on my bed and I awaited patiently for her to awaken.
She woke slowly and suddenly she realized she was not awakening in her bed.
"Where am I?" she asked groggily. "What happened?"
"You are my prisoner, Claudia."
She struggled in the stocks, but there were firmly mounted.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Claudia asked. "Money?"
"Look around you," I said. "Do you think I need money? I could ask your father and he would hand over his fortune in a heartbeat. No, money is not a problem for our kind."
"Who are you?" she asked again.
"Vanessa Argüelles," I replied. "You've known me by many different names, but in this life I am Vanessa."
"What do you want from me? Why am I here?" Claudia asked.
"I want you, Claudia. Body and soul, I want you to serve me," I explained. "We are Ghuls. We are powerful creatures. You will dominate many with your charms but I will dominate you. Together we will rule the world."
"I don't know what you mean, but I will not be dominated by you," Claudia vowed. "I will resist."
I smiled at her naiveté.
"You are still green. Barely a Ghul. You cannot resist anything I do to you," I removed the silken slippers revealing her bare feet. The soles were white and smooth and her toes round and pretty. They were quite tempting to have there so close and so vulnerable. Some feet simply invite attention. Claudia's were of this kind.
"I will resist," she vowed swallowing nervously.
"Then do this. Resist laughing," I challenged her.
"Resist what---" she began as I traced a finger beneath her arch.
She screeched and burst out in sudden laughter.
"That's not fa---" she said as I stroked her feet again excruciatingly slowly with my sharp nails. She laughed despite her best efforts not to. She was very ticklish as all Ghuls and Houri are. There are no exceptions.
"Fair?" I scoffed. "Life is not fair. Those who can take, take and those who can tickle must tickle. Tis the way of the world for a Ghul."
"Why... are... you... doing... this?" Claudia asked as I held her big toe between my fingers. It did not tickle, but anticipation of tickling is sometimes worse than tickling itself.
"Ghuls and Houri alike learned long ago that the stroke of a single finger when done properly is more powerful than a hot poker," I explained. "We learned that influence is more powerful than an army. We discovered truly that the feather and the subtle touch are more powerful than the sword or the pen."
I held the toe firmly and with my free hand I dug my nails deep into the soft tender flesh of her soles and I tickled away with abandon.
"Will you stop tickling my feet!" she shouted as she lost control completely.
I obeyed. For now. Soft tender toes are a treat and they should be sucked leisurely. I've seen too many leathery skinned and calloused soles - ticklish no doubt - but hardly appetizing. For the meantime Claudia's feet would have to regrettably wait.
Other parts of Claudia required attention.
I reached over the stocks and I opened her robe revealing her breasts. They were large and round and I smiled at her as she cast daggers at me with her eyes.
She had pretty nipples which I promptly tickled with my fingertips.
Claudia squealed and laughed helpless as her nipples went from soft and flaccid to hard and tight.
Sensitive and ticklish all in one. I was quite satisfied and I continued tickling around the edges of her firm breasts.
She was angered and embarrassed. If only she could recall all that she has put me through throughout the ages.
She tried to bite me and her hands reached out desperately in the stocks perhaps hoping for a chance to return the favor.
"It's rude to bite your mistress," I scolded gently circling her and climbing on the bed positioning myself behind her.
I sat behind her snuggling close to her. I drew a long breath of air capturing her scent and burning it into my mind. This was not a smell of my former mistress, but there was not mistaking that this was her, reborn and for the time being at a disadvantage.
"Why are you doing this?" Claudia sobbed.
"Don't be sad, dear Claudia," I said. "I promise that I will be very good to you."
I nibbled gently on her ears. I little too much and she'd laugh, a little less and she'd get excited. I tried to keep it at that sweet spot in between.
She deliciously switched between short bursts of laughter and groans of reluctant pleasure.
"Stop..." she begged, but her voice was not certain, the plea was not earnest.
I slipped a hand past her waist and down past her pubic hair to her warm and very moist slit.
"You are not so certain anymore if resisting is an option," I whispered sensually into her ear as I gently rubbed her lips with my fingers. "When I finish with you, you will be convinced resisting is not an option."
Claudia could sense the connection between us. There was an undeniable connection between us that spanned over centuries and around the world. There would be time for pleasure, I knew. Now was time for destroying all illusions of any will other than my own.
I dug my nails viciously into her sides and I tickled her with total abandon. She jumped as much as her position allowed and she screamed. I did not speak to her, however I did not relent either. I tickled her non-stop adjusting only change my point of attack if she began to show signs of less sensitivity. Her underarms and inner thighs helped maintain my tickling assault on a high level. She screamed and shouted and swore at me. She shook and squirmed in my hands as I molded her like clay to my will.
And then I stopped.
I did not say anything. I pulled away and stretched a bit like a cat. Tickling can be tiring for the tickler too.
"You are going to tickle me all night?" Claudia asked hoarsely. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her wet hair clinged to her face and she tried to blow it out of her face.
I smiled at her. How many times had she left me like that or worse? How many times did she tickle and humiliate me just because she felt like it? I tried not to remember, but it would be a long time before I felt sorry for Claudia.
"You still think this is a simply a crazy woman torturing you," I said. "This is much bigger than you imagine."
I cast off my clothes with reckless abandon and placed a similar robe as to the one Claudia wore. No need to be uncomfortable.
"Let me show you how big this is," I said as I drew near Claudia.
"Full turn!" I cried taking Claudia by the forearm and phasing into the Primal Plane.
She was shocked as the room melted away and we were left knee deep in warm clean water in what might have been a swamp but it was too clean to be so. It was dark and Claudia's stocks had disappeared. They did not exist in the Primal Plane.
She was free but suspicious of where she was and of her sudden freedom
"This is the Primal Plane," I explained. "It is a world behind our own world. A world were magic is very real and a world only persons like you and I may enter."
"What are you going to do to me?" Claudia said terrified at her strange and supernatural surroundings.
"To you, nothing more if you do as you are told. At least that I can promise you tonight."
"I could run away," Claudia said not really convinced of her own words.
"There are worse things than a Ghul mistress on the Primal Plane. You'd do well to keep close."
We walked through the swamp until we reached the mouth of a cave.
"I have something very special today," I told her. "A treat actually. And I mean to share it with you to demonstrate that I do not want to harm you."
We entered the cave and four female Ghuls awaited us.
Dana, Melissa, Charlotte and Sophia. The Three Huntresses, I called them. They were dangerous Ghuls capable of subduing powerful creatures. They all served me albeit reluctantly.
They bowed deeply to me and then they bowed a little less to Claudia.
"We are yours to command," they said in unison.
"Arise," I said impatiently. "Bring me your prize."
They nodded and went deeper in the cave. They pulled their prisoner on silver chains etched with runes. She struggled in the chains but she must have known her struggling was futile.
Her face was familiar. The red hair, the green eyes, the small slim frame were all unmistakable.
She was naked save for a small and scarce loincloth.
"Her name she says is "Jeanie", but we all know that is not her real name," I said watching her intently. She was more powerful than all my Djinns or Ifreets together.
Claudia watched her intently and with great interest.
"To know her real name is to have her fealty and to dominate her. I have several Djinn slaves and a few Efreets as well. But this one is of considerable power. When I know her name, I will use her power to thoroughly crush a new budding Houri of whom we know is been groomed near by. The Houri are our enemies and we destroy and enslave them at every opportunity."
It was only a matter of time until the Houri surfaced. I meant to be ready.
"You may tickle her first," I told Claudia.
"Me?" Claudia asked confused.
"I wish to see if you remain as ruthless as I know you can be," I said as my Ghul huntresses pulled on the chains from four directions leaving her spread eagle and suspended in the air. The Djinn does not weigh in the Primal Plane and she did not sag because physics and gravity have different laws here.
"And if she tells me her name?" Claudia asked.
I laughed deeply and loudly. "If she tells you her name she'd be yours to command but trust me, no amount of tickling from a amateur Ghul will make her break. It could take weeks or months of expert torture." It could take even more I admitted.
Claudia looked at the Djinn. She seemed to size up the challenge and she seemed confident.
"If I get her name, will you allow me to leave?" she asked.
"If you somehow took her name by some freak of nature, I would destroy you where you stand," I said. "By my hand or by the hands of my Huntresses."
That comment was true and it seemed to discourage her a bit.
"What would you give me if I got her name?" she asked insisting.
I smiled. That was the bold and arrogant Ghul I remembered.
"The better question is what would you give me?" I asked.
"What do you want of me?" she countered.
"I want your servitude. I want you as my slave. I want you to serve my every bidding," I said simply and truthfully.
"If I agree, would you give me the same if I learned her name?" Claudia asked raising an eyebrow.
"You are as ambitious as I hoped," I said admiring her more and more. "But I hold all the cards. In the extremely remote event you'd tickle the true name out of the Djinn, I'd give you the privilege of tickling me for one night. Nothing more. If you fail, you save me the trouble of breaking your will and you will serve me of your own free will. A fair exchange."
Claudia nodded timidly then more firmly.
It was hardly fair. There was a chance in a million. Maybe those odds were generous.
"Okay, let's do it," Claudia declared and she stepped up to the Djinn.
"Wait!" I said. "We must pact before the Universe. We declare the terms of the agreement and we pact with the Universe as our witness. To fail to honor the agreement is to bring the wrath of the Universe upon one's self."
I extended my hand. "I will be at your mercy to be tickled at your leisure for one night if you extract the true name of this Djinn within the next hour."
I prompted her and she understood immediately taking my hand firmly.
"If I am unable to extract this Djinn's true name within the hour, I agree to be your slave and obey your every wish," she said solemnly.
If I was not certain that she must fail I would be afraid of such determination and boldness.
Ghuls seal their pacts with a kiss. I drew her near and I planted a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"May oblivion alone keep us from our word," I said feeling energy flow as we pacted.
The bet was on.
To be continued....
Next: "Jeanie's Story"
