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Archive name: sabahrod.txt
Authors name: Homer Vargas
Story title : Sabah and Rod
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(c) Copyright Homer Vargas - 2000 - This work is
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Sabah and Rod
Copyright 2000 by Homer Vargas.
May not be copied or posted without permission.
This was inspired by "From Whose Borne No Traveler
Returns/Lilith" by Trey Galant and myself It imagines
what might happen as the aftermath of a situation
portrayed in the former story.
Slowly, like an Artic dawn, consciousness seeped back
into Rod's addled but contented brain. He attempted to
open his eyes, but soon gave up the effort. He felt
weak, as if suffering from a high fever. That would
explain the wild delusions he half remembered. He
tried to recall them, but all he could manage were
feelings - fear, warmth, protection. Soon even this
effort exhausted him and he drifted back to sleep.
The next time he awoke, he managed to open his eyes
fully. Light fell through the window at a sharp angle,
indicating mid-day. Rod was rather proud of himself
for this deduction. He must have been unconscious --
it didn't feel like mere sleep -- for many hours, or
could it be days? He wasn't strong enough to lift his
head, but he could roll it from side to side to gain
some idea of his surroundings. The bed where he lay
was in a rather sumptuous room -- heavy curtains, dark
wood, cabinets and chests around the walls. That
seemed to rule out a hospital and injury in an
accident. He had been driving last night, or that
night, right? Yes, driving in the snowstorm when the
car broke down. He tried to remember more. The large,
dark house on the hill, a woman, who had made him feel
warm and safe and then so sleepy. Yes, sleepy. The
memory lulled him and he closed his eyes again in
slumber.
When Rod opened his eyes the next time, he realized he
had eaten, or had been fed. A tray was beside the bed
with what looked like the remains of soup and an empty
glass. Morning light entered the room. Another day,
at least, had passed and he felt stronger. The room
was the same, but different as if it had been tidied
up. A hint of perfume hung in the air, the perfume of
the woman who made him feel so warm and sleepy and --
that was it - horny. His cock stirred as he remembered
her smile, the cleft of her breasts, the thin gown that
clung to her voluptuous body. She was indefinitely
older than he and exuded an air of having had many
and of wanting him. He remembered a feeling of danger,
of knowing he should not to look at her, but she had
wanted him to look; her smile, her eyes, her body had
MADE him look. It was so confusing - and arousing --
thinking was difficult. He relented for a while and
lay still absorbing the peace and healing and slight
arousal he felt surrounding him.
He was not aware of having drifted off again, but when
he turned over he saw a different plate on the tray and
he was wearing a different pajama. He felt refreshed,
as if he had been bathed. The perfume was stronger and
he sensed it emanated from the other side of the bed,
which was rumpled. He tried again to remember what had
happened that night. Scenes without before and after
floated into his mind. The warmth, feeling protected,
the woman's strong arms holding him to her breasts.
She had cooed as he fondled and suckled her breasts.
And she had been on top of him, making love to him,
coming to multiple orgasms before making him shoot his
seed into her. Later or before? She had pressed a
sweet liquid to his lips and told him to sleep. He
didn't want to drink. He somehow knew it was drugged,
he didn't want her to put him to sleep, but she was
touching his penis as she spoke and it felt too good to
refuse her. She smiled as he sipped the liquid and she
laid him back. She spoke in a dreamy singsong as
drowsiness overtook him. He felt more and more at ease
and allowed her to cuddle him close to herself.
Fighting sleep, he succumbed in her arms, his head
buried in her as she gently fondled him.
Again he awoke without knowing how long he slept. The
curtains were drawn closed, but he believed it was day.
His strength was definitely returning. He felt able to
sit up. He tried to do so, but fell back. Immediately
he realized it was not from weakness; he was tied to
the bed. Soft cuffs on his writs and ankles were
attached to the four corners of the bed by strong
cords. They had sufficient play to allow him to turn
to each side and were not really uncomfortable, but he
was restrained. He was a prisoner!
Panic flared and he again tried to sit up, then to pull
hard on the cords. He only succeeded in setting off a
chime alarm. Continued pulling led to nothing. The
chime stopped.
"Good morning, love," said a recorded voice. "I'm glad
you are feeling stronger and I am sorry I can't be with
you right now. Please forgive my having to restrain
you. I have to ensure you stay with me and, as I both
feared and hoped, taming your will has taken longer
than the recovery of your strength. Please don't tire
yourself in fruitless struggle, my sweet. I've only
done this to make sure you don't leave me. Just relax
and in a few days I can free you from these bonds."
The woman's calm voice, Sabah's voice -- he remembered
her name -- only set him to more desperate struggle.
The chime sounded again.
"Oh, my pretty lover, I don't want to have to do this,
but I cannot let you continue struggling that way. You
will only exhaust and harm yourself. I want your
strength for myself, not wasted futilely. Since you
did not willing do as I told you to rest and relax, I
must make you do it, my angel; I must make you sleep."
Rod continued to struggle without effect. "Now, now,
sweetheart, please do not struggle. Do you smell
something different, a little bit sweet, seeping up
from your pillow? Don't worry. It's just a light
anesthetic, darling. Don't you already feel more
relaxed? Getting a little drowsy? It's a very special
sleepy gas, honey that should put you in a peaceful,
happy mood. Peaceful and happy and something else,
darling."
The voice paused "Breath deeply my love. Are you
starting to feel good? And horny? I have a few more
things to tell you, dear, and nothing gets a
relaxed and in a mood to do as he is told like a good
come darling. If I were there, I would make soft
sleepy love to you and you would not be able to hold
your eyes open. But I'm not there, so the gas must do
my work for me. It's getting bad, isn't it honey,
being so horny? You need to come, but you don't have
my warm wet to pleasure you. But you know what
you can do; you'll just have to get yourself off and go
to sleep."
Rod seemed to shudder with the effort to ignore the
seductively dominant voice that had his prick was
twitching helplessly. "No ... wrong ...can't give in ...
don't want to listen ... don't want to sleep," he
protested, half consciously.
"No, dear, it cannot be wrong to listen to me, to give
in to me. It would be wrong if you pleasured yourself
instead of me. It would be wrong to please yourself
alone if I were there and wanted you to stuff your big
cock up my pussy, to fill me with your jism, if I
wanted to drink your sweet as I pleasured you with
my mouth, or even if I wanted to give you a hand job
just to see you close your pretty eyes in helpless
ecstasy for me. But I'm not there. So you will make
yourself come for me."
Rod's face was set with determination "No, no!" he
muttered, but the voice ignored him.
"There's a tube of lubricant under your pillow,
darling. Use a lot of it on your hand; it will make it
so much nicer when you slide your slick hand up and
down your cock to for me." Rod lay motionless.
"Better hurry honey. The gas must be making you
sleepier and I don't what you to go to sleep
frustrated. Frustration makes you hard and difficult.
I want you soft and easy, your mind soft and saturated
with the pleasure of a nice big come, unresisting, easy
for my words to penetrate. Do it darling! You know
how much you need it."
Shaking his head in defeat, Rod slowly reached under
the pillow and took out the tube, squeezing a generous
portion of the ointment onto his trembling hand. Dazed
by lust and the ever-present weakness, Rod did not
wonder how the voice seemed to know what he was doing
or to notice the sensors on his body that could have
supplied the answer. He gasped as he took his hard,
thick cock in his slippery hand.
The voice took note and spoke, "That's the way my poor
horny darling, slide it up and down your prick big and
hard for me. Make yourself feel good, sweetie ... that's
it. Make believe it's me pleasuring you. See my big
tits bouncing as I ride you. Feel my soft wide ass in
your hands as you guide me. It's my warm wet
that's making you feel so good, so relaxed. That's it,
darling, you're getting closer. So sleepy, so horny,
so close. You feel it, don't you darling. Come ...
now ... for ME."
"Sabah, Oh Sabah ... Sabah ... Sabah" Rod groaned as
thick ropes of soiled his pajama. His hand fell
slack and his head lolled in unconsciousness. The
instruments detected the fall in blood pressure, the
decelerating heartbeat. "Yes, my precious. You've had
a good come. Now you are drained, tranquil and sated.
No thoughts, no frustrations, love. Now you can go to
sleep, a deep, deep sleep, my angel. Sleep ... sleep
...sleep," the voice died away as a faint empty smile
passed over Rod's face. The hiss of subliminal
instructions began again.
*****
This time Rod felt different when he awoke, stronger
and energetic, but more peaceful. At a sound, he
turned and saw the woman came in with a tray. This was
the Sabah he remembered. Taller than he even without
the heels, she wore a short tunic that fell loosely
around her abundant yet perfectly feminine form.
Something of her confident smile confirmed she was a
decade or two his senior, though she was untouched by
wrinkle or line. The food she placed before him was
different -- meat, potatoes, a large salad. A carafe
of wine sat by the plate. Without consciously
remembering he knew that before he had eaten only soups
and liquids. "Sabah?" he questioned.
"Shh, love. Eat. Regain strength. Time enough for
answers later." He saw he was still bound, but did as
she told him. He was famished and ate and drank
heartily. "Finish your wine, too, sweet," she grinned
as the last morsels of food disappeared. He looked at
her with apprehension. "Go on. What are you afraid
of? That I'll get you tipsy and take advantage of
you?" she grinned. He accepted the glass from her hand
and drank obediently.
"Why this, Sabah" he asked holding up an arm, a bond
hanging in a curve to the bedpost.
"Symbolic, my pet. Do you see how you are bound?"
"Silk scarves."
"MY silk scarves. But they are loose. Couldn't you
slip out of them?"
"Of course," he replied confidently.
"Then do so ... if you wish."
Rod began to pull on the scarf looped around his left
hand when he felt the fingers of his right hand grow
tingly as if "asleep." Slowly the weakness spread up
his arm until he could hardly hold it up, much less
free himself. "I ... I can't," he said with a mixture of
wonder and a little fear. "I am still a prisoner."
"No, Rod. You could leave if you wanted to. You can't
slip the bonds because you don't really want to leave
me. The ties mean you belong to me. You want to
belong to me."
"'Belong?'"
"Yes, you belong to me because I rescued you from the
storm. Do you remember the storm? How terrified you
were?"
A storm. Yes he remembered a storm. He supposed he
had been terrified. He nodded.
"And you remember how cold and wet you were? You had
nowhere else to go. I took you in."
Yes, he remembered the wet and cold and this beautiful
woman who opened the door. He nodded.
"We sat on the couch and talked and I made you drink
tea. And then do you remember what happened?"
Rod paused, ashamed of himself as the memory returned.
"I ... I got aroused," he almost whispered.
"I GOT you aroused," she grinned. "Yes, I opened my
gown to let you see my titties and like a naughty
you couldn't keep your eyes off them. And when I
spread my legs a little, you kept trying to see if I
had on panties. You were very horny, weren't you?"
"Yes ma'am," he admitted, his cock stirring.
"I could see your cock getting big, but I didn't get
mad at you, did I?"
"No ma'am."
"Of course I wasn't mad, Rod. I know what happens to
healthy who are alone in a cozy room with a
sexy woman. I wanted to arose you. I wanted to
make you so horny you'd want me to fuck you. And I
did, didn't you?"
"Not exactly."
She smiled. "Well, of course your male ego made you
try to resist being seduced. You thought you should
take the initiative. And you were a little bit
frightened of me. But I got you over that, didn't I.
Do you remember how?
Rod could not speak for embarrassment.
"Don't feel ashamed, love. A horny can't resist a
woman who offers him her to eat. You did love
eating me, didn't you?"
"Yes ma'am," he agreed.
"That's right, Rod. And you did me so well, so
naturally. And when you finished, my dear, you were so
drugged on my juice, you were helpless when I
mounted you. You had never had a woman take you from
on top, had you?"
"No ma'am."
"But you loved it when I made love to you that way?
Loved the helpless, vulnerable feeling of being taken
and used, used to pleasure me?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And that's why you will be happy being my mate,
belonging to me, making me happy, satisfying my needs."
"Your needs?" a little smile animated Rod's face.
"Oh, those needs too, my refractory lover. Yes I need
a good fuck as much as the next woman, much more, in
fact, and I don't always want to be on top. Sometimes
I'll let you please me with that big prick of yours,
just being my man, pounding me through so many orgasms
I loose control. But I have other needs, too. You
will learn more about that in due course, my pet.
Fortunately, you do not need to understand my needs to
service me. You did so the night I first took you.
Since then I have been nursing your strength back. I
think you are strong enough for little feeding."
"'Feeding?'"
"It's an analogy, dear. I need energy, sexual energy.
When you come with me, I can choose to grasp the energy
of our orgasm. The stronger you are, the more often
you can satisfy me ... in every way." She grinned.
"You take my energy?" Rod replied in what would have
been a protest had he not been so confused.
"But it's my energy, too, Rod, because you belong to
me, right?
"I guess," he replied, hardly thinking.
"And I always make it feel good to give it to me, don't
I," she asked and reached over to touch his half-erect
penis.
"Oh, yes!" he gasped as a thrill ran through him.
"Would you let me feed a little now? It will be
different this time. Before I took what I needed. You
were helpless and could not refuse. I don't want it
that way and I hope you do not"
"Sabah!" he sighed as she continued to fondle him.
"I want more than a slave, Rod, more than your
wonderful body, more than your raw energy. I want you
to give yourself to me."
Rod looked up at her. Fear and lust battled for his
soul.
"Of course you would, my angel, because I'm making you
horny again, making you want to come. But you are
still too weak to give me much. Let's just make this a
snack," she giggled. "How do you like this, my
darling?" And without waiting for a reply, she dropped
her mouth on to Rod's fully erect member. The aroused
young could only moan his pleasure as Sabah's warm
wet mouth slid rapidly up and down his engorged cock.
She was not interested in prolonging his orgasm and his
teased body responded rapidly. In seconds Rod was
filling Sabah's mouth with after of come,
which she skillfully swallowed. The familiar taste and
inflowing energy triggered her own powerful orgasm.
When her head cleared and she felt his final drops ooze
out, Sabah removed her mouth from his cock and slid
softly into the bed beside him. Freeing his limbs from
the now un-needed restraints, gently she kissed him,
letting him taste his own spend in her mouth, but Rod
was too overwhelmed to respond. "Thank you, my
darling," she whispered. "Now you are truly mine and
you were as sweet as I knew you would be. Now you must
rest." A slight tensing showed a flicker of
instinctual resistance but Sabah quickly stifled it
with a kiss and pulled Rod's nodding head to her ample
bosom. "Yes, like that, my baby. Snuggle close to me,
in my arms. Let me take care of you, my precious.
Sleep with me Rod. Sleep, my darling, ... sleep."
Sabah placed a firm to Rod's mouth and smiled as
the unconsciously tried to suckle from her
erect nipple as he gradually grew still. Minutes later
when her own practiced hand had sent a final wave of
pleasure surging over her, Sabah snuggled against Rod's
hard chest and closed her eyes. Soon both were cuddled
together, sleeping so peacefully entwined that who
could tell if the handsome or the beautiful
older woman was the slave.
Continuation depends on response.
Comment, please, to:
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com
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