The Beast's Virgin Offering (The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction) (2 page)

She wasn’t allowed to disappear immerse
herself too far into those thoughts when he returned and began to
settle into his seat beside her. Once he had put everything just
where he liked it and had fastened his seatbelt, adjusted his
pillows and straightened himself to a comfortable position he
turned his attention to Cassey.

“Is this your first trip to Deutschland?” He
queried.

“Yes, yes it is.” She told him with a
smile.

“Are you going to be staying very long?” Hhe
asked.

“No, I am going to stay about two weeks,.”
She she answered and continued:, “Do you live close to the Black
Forest?”

He kind of laughed as he responded to her
question that most everyone in the Southern tip of Germany
considered themselves living close to the Black ForestSchwartz
Wald.

“Guess it’s going to be easy to pick me out
as a tourist.” ,” She she said a little embarrassed.

“No worries, you will be fine in a week or
two.” He sounded so confident and self assured. Cassey was now
wishing that the flight took would take a great deal longer than
ten hours. She was sure that she would not be sleeping on this
flight.

Once the flight was in the air and the Flight
Attendants had finished all the service required of them Cassey
couldn’t help but inquire of the man what he had been doing in the
States. He politely introduced himself as Michael and told her that
his family had been crafters of beautiful handmade cuckoo clocks
for generations. He explained that the wood for the clocks comes
from the Black Forest and that while he had not developed the
natural skills that are needed to build the clocks he was a very
talented sales representative. He told her that he made a trek to
the United States about twice a year to complete orders and sales
arrangements for his family’s clocks.

She was fascinated listening to him as he
related to her about the family business but she was acutely aware
of something even more interesting. The more Michael spoke to her
the more she felt a tingling warmth between her legs. Talking to
this man was causing a physical reaction in her that was not
something she had ever felt around Reed. Suddenly, she became aware
that she had dressed comfortably for the flight and in lieu of a
bra had opted for a camisole. This was now a rather embarrassing
choice. Her nipples decided they liked this man too. They were now
fully erect and pushing out from her firm round breasts like little
signs that said;: “Look, Cassey really wants to fuck you.”

Aware of the sudden betrayal of her body she
immediately crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to be
cold asking him if he would mind handing her a blanket from
overhead. He smiled and found one of the plastic wrapped blankets,
pulled the covering from it and placed it over her. She wasn’t sure
if it actually happened or if she imagined it but it sure seemed
like his fingertips managed to brush over the erect nipples as he
covered her. Her body shivered quite obviously and she smiled at
him embarrassed.

As they continued to talk she could feel the
warm wetness beneath her skirt as it filled the crotch of her
panties and soaked them. She could not help but wonder if he could
smell her scent;, she was sure she could. She didn’t have much
experience in these matters and was unsure how to stop something
like this once it started, but she supposed she was about to find
out.

Cassey thought maybe a trip to the front
lavatory was in order and was about to excuse herself when she felt
the cover just above her skirt being adjusted. She looked him
directly in the eyes and he was not smiling now. He had a very
mesmerizing stare that she could not seem to turn away from. As she
was held by his stare she felt warmth on her thigh just below the
now drenched panties and she realized he had placed his hand under
the cover and was moving it very slowly toward her misbehaving
pussy.

She could feel the goose bumps on her skin
popping up and she felt the swelling of her labia as he touched
her. She had never felt like this from the touch of a man. There
had been times when she experimented with herself and she had
gotten some minor orgasmic attention from her body but she felt now
with this man’s fingers so close to the forbidden entrance to her
body that she was going to explode. He continued to stare deeply
into her eyes and move his fingers even closer to her pussy when
she felt one finger gently lift the lacy edge of her bikini’
bottomss and slide underneath. A moan escaped her lips and she
shuddered.

“What, what are you doing?” She she gasped in
a whisper.

“Shush.” ,” He he whispered back.

“I’ve never...” She could not continue.

“I know..., just relax and don’t be afraid.”
Hhe said assuredly. “Trust me;, I know you;, I have searched for
you.” The words didn’t make sense to Cassey but she felt compelled
to listen and to do as instructed.

He rested his finger just over her clit and
twirled it around in the pubic hair on the mound above her slit.
She was no longer able to protest either with voice or body. She
felt her thighs give in to him and relax, moving slightly apart as
though they were inviting him in to her body. He kept his finger
where it was and moved his hand expertly under the coverlet until
he had his entire hand available to explore her.

She could think of nothing she wanted more.
She waited for his next move. He took his thumb and replaced the
finger he had once teased her with and now used it to make tiny
circles over her clit while he eased his middle finger slightly
inside her pussy. She wanted him to force it into her, to push it
in all the way and somehow, without words, he seemed to know this
and he leaned into her face where his breath warmed her skin.,
Tthen in a whisper told her,; “Not now Cassey, you’re not
ready.”

Cassey didn’t understand, at that moment she
didn’t think that she had ever been more ready for anything at any
time in her entire short life. She knew that she wanted this man to
take her right now, on this plane, in mid air, in front of God and
all these unaware witnesses.

Michael continued this tease with Cassey’s
body until the Flight Attendant served their meal, at which time he
withdrew his hand from underneath the coverlet, licked his fingers
while still staring into her eyes and then began to prepared to eat
his meal. Cassey was dumbfounded and her body was still on fire.
All she could think of was what would happen next. She was
horrified at the thought that when the flight was over this man,
Michael, whom she barely knew, would pick up his bags, get into a
car and disappear into a country that she knew nothing about.

She was so consumed with these thoughts that
she could barely eat the beautiful meal being served to her thanks
to the wonderful fist-class gift from her parents. However, she had
no difficulty at all downing the bottle of Riesling that came with
the meal and quickly requesting another.

Throughout the flight they continued to chat
about insignificant things in their lives and tourist interests
about Germany but the undercover play never resumed. Cassey was
more than a little disappointed and tried in every way her naïve
body knew to send him signals that she was ready for more of his
wonderful fingers. He just didn’t get the signals.

As the plane began its decent into the
airport they both began to gather all of their things and put
themselves back together for a quick departure. Cassey tried to
hint for his last name or his company name, anything that would
tell her how to find him again but he seemed to be oblivious to her
attempts and they went unanswered.

They stood close to each other at baggage
claim and then followed each other through customs. When they were
about to say their final goodbye Cassey was sure that she would
have to blurt out some lame request for how she could see him
again. But he surprised her when he handed her a sealed envelope
with her name on it. She stood silently as he walked away and just
gawked at the envelope, wondering when he had managed to write her
a note; and how did he know her full name? She didn't remember ever
telling him her last name.. Her mind was surely playing some kind
of mean erotic trick on her. She was going to wake up and still be
on the tarmac at the airport in the United States.

It was not the case though because a man
approached her and asked in a thick German accent if she would like
a Taxi to her destination. She took a moment, swallowed hard and
nodded in the affirmative to him. She opened her backpack and
pulled out a brochure that gave the name and directions of to her
hotel and handed it to the driver. He quickly loaded her things
into the car, and helped her into the back seat and began to drive
away from the airport, driving away from Michael as well. She
turned to look out of the small rear window hoping for one more
glance but there was no sign of this mysterious, handsome stranger
that who only a few hours prior had found his way to her most
intimate passage and dared to go there without an invitation.

Upon arrival at the hotel Cassey hurried
through the process of being checked in. She was relieved when the
young woman at the counter spoke English. She had tried to learn
just a little basic German before the trip but her mind was not
functioning very well at that moment and she wasn’t sure she could
get past hello. Her thoughts were completely locked onto getting to
her room and opening the mysterious envelope that she had clutched
tightly in her hand from the time it had been handed to her. There
was no way she was letting it out of her grasp until she could read
and reread every single word written in it.

She entered the room, looked it over and it
was nice, very basic but everything she had hoped for. She tTipped
the bellman and closed the door. She went quickly to the bed, sat
down on the thick, clean, white duvet and stared at the small,
white envelope in her hands. Just as she had remembered her full
name was written beautifully in black ink on the outside and it was
sealed with a gold emblem on the back. The emblem had a crest on it
and she did not recognize it but it seemed somehow familiar to her
anyway. As she opened it she was careful not to disturb the gold
seal and pulled the lip of the envelope back, removing a small 3X5
folded card from it. After opening the card Cassey read the
note:

“Dear Cassey,

It is no accident that we met today. I have
been waiting for you for a very long time. I implanted my scent in
your body today. When the time is right you will find your way to
me. You will resist this at times, you will fear me at times, but
in the end, you will accept me and give yourself to me willingly. I
will await our next meeting.

Michael”

Cassey was startled at the contents of the
note but her mind and body was were still under the influence power
of the stranger’s power that had invaded it her on the flight. She
felt an uncontrollable urge to use her fingers to continue and
complete what the stranger had stirred inside of her. She went to
the bathroom and turned on the water to draw a hot bath.

She pulled her clothes from her weary body,
holding her panties to her nose to drink in the aroma and see if
she could detect the scent that he had described leaving there. All
she knew was that those panties were driving her body into a fit of
desire like none she had ever experienced before. She carefully
placed them on a hook on the back of the bathroom door where she
intended to leave them just as they were until she found him
again.

She stepped into the hot bath and sat down in
the water allowing it to cover her body like a wet, hot blanket.
She took a moment and admired her body. She had unusually long
legs, but they were very shapely. While she was not a skinny woman
she did have a nice athletic build, with toned muscles and a nice
waist.

She hoped that someday she would meet a man
who would appreciate the kind of body that she had. It wasn’t one
that a model would brag about having but she knew that she
attracted men when she wanted to dress for it. Her skin was tan
from all of the outside activities that she enjoyed. She and Reed
would try to play tennis a couple of times a week. This not only
helped her skin to be generously kissed by the sun, but her arms
and shoulders were strong and well defined because of it.

After meeting Michael today she was so happy
that she made herself go play on all those days when she would
rather have stayed home alone and read her books. Her thoughts
returned to the hot water in which she was soaking in and the
beautiful moments on the plane with her mysterious stranger.

It didn’t feel like any bath she had ever had
before. Her hands slid across her firm round breasts and she had an
impulse to pinch her nipples. This slight pinch to her tender flesh
begged her to pinch harder and she felt electrical charges flow
through her body heating it with something that felt like internal
lightening. She moved her one hand gently over her flesh and down
across her belly until it rested in the silky pubic hair that was
softened by the water. She touched the same place that Michael had
been touching earlier and closed her eyes imagining him again.

She twirled her finger in small circles the
way he had, feeling the tingles turn to pressure that invisibly
subconsciously pushed her thighs apart. and Then she moved the
other hand from its place on her breast and placed it between her
legs, forcing the fingers to move in and out around her labia,
exploring every fold. She felt thesoftly stroked her swollen flesh
and knew that she had never been that aroused before.

Cassey pushed her finger from the pubic
moundher mons lower until she felt the erect button of her clit
waiting for attention. She was mildly startled to find the little
bump protruding; shedid know what this was and had pleasured
herself in this way before but never had it protruded and begged to
be touched the way it was now. She circled it with the tip of her
finger and continued to use the other hand and fingers to massage
her labia, finally pushing one digit into her welcoming slit.
and