It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

She stumbled through the trees, branches snapping under her feet and slapping her face, leaves tickling the bare skin that her tattered clothes left exposed. Her thighs ached from running, her knees painful from tripping and falling onto rocks. She looked behind her. He was no where in sight. She stopped and hid behind a tree. She tried to listen for him, but her breathing was loud and labored, her breasts heaved and her lungs burned as she gasped for air.

She pressed her back to the coolness of the tree trunk, willing her legs to continue running. “I have to keep moving,” she thought. “He can’t be far behind.”

She screamed as she felt large, rough hands grasp her wrists. Her hands were quickly pulled behind her, around the tree, and she felt rope bite into her wrists as she was secured tightly.

His deep, sadistic laugh began as he circled the tree to face her. “You lose, pretty one. I’ve got you caught up in my web and I have a long list of unspeakable things I’m going to do to you. And the best part? Out here in the forest, no one can hear you scream.”

Her frightened facade broke as she began to giggle. “You’re such a dork, babe. Just make me cum already!”

His own dark countenance brightened with a smile. “Oh no, my love. I’ve got unspeakable things to do to you first! Muah ha ha ha!!”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme, brought to us as always by Sweltering Celt, was “Lost in the Forest.” Hope you liked it!

“There’s only one left, you know,” he said, pinching my ass as I locked the front door and turned off the “OPEN” sign.

“Of course I know,” I replied, turning around to face him and unbuttoning my uniform top, giving him a peek of my red bra. “Red and green paisley printed love seat, tassels on the pillows, gold feet shaped like bird talons, one ugly mother fucker. Fourth row, 3 living room sets from the left.”

Ever since the week after he was hired, we had been systematically fucking our way through the entire furniture warehouse after closing time. We had fucked on EVERY piece of sturdy furniture in the store - beds, couches, desks, coffee tables, etc. This love seat was the only thing left and it was last because just LOOKING at it made me want to throw up in my mouth and I couldn’t really imagine having sex on it.

As he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the disgusting piece of furniture, I whined my protest. “Couldn’t we forgo this one? It’s SO damn ugly!”

“Nope. We’ve come this far, we’ve gotta finish this. Don’t worry, doll, I’ve got a plan.”

When we got to the love seat, he put his hands on my hips and positioned me so that I was standing next to the arm rest, facing the ridiculously gaudy print. I heard him rustling behind me, and then a silk blindfold was slipped over my eyes, shutting out all glimpses of the ugly piece of furniture.

He undressed me slowly, letting his fingers linger on my breasts and pussy lips, evoking slight moans and goose bumps from me.

I then felt his hands grab mine and pull them behind my back. A length of rope was wound and tied tight around my wrists.

He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back hard, whispering in my ear, “You’re not worried about the love seat now, are you?”

His warm breath on my skin sent a shiver down my spine. “No, I just want you inside of me.”

He pushed me over the arm of the love seat, exposing my ass and pussy, and got to work checking the last piece of furniture off the list.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Furniture,” brought to us by Sweltering Celt. Check out her blog for other MfM stories.

General Nalrard entered the Queen’s chamber as he was ordered to do, immediately upon returning from a raid. She was naked, as usual, and on her hands and knees on her chaise, being serviced by 4 slaves - one male was thrusting into her ass, one female was licking her clit and fingering her cunt, another female was licking and massaging her breasts and nipples, and another male was fucking her mouth.

He was not at all surprised to find her like this. In fact, more often than not, she was in a similar position whenever he came to see her. He walked to a spot where she could see him and waited patiently for her to give him permission to speak.

The male slave who was in her mouth began to groan as he got close to climax. The Queen pushed him away and out of her mouth. She gave his cock a hard slap, eliciting a gasp of pain. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she said cruelly. “You know the consequences of coming before you’re given permission. Get back to the stables and take care of the General’s horse.”

“Yes, Highness,” replied the slave, as he quickly slunk out of the room.

“General,” she looked at him expectantly, still on all fours and still being serviced, “please tell me you have good news for me.”

“Highness,” he began nervously, “I’m afraid that we have ransacked every town in the land and we still have yet to find it.”

She shuddered, though whether it was the result of an orgasm or her anger, he didn’t know. She slapped the remaining three slaves away from her. “Be gone, peasants!”

The slaves scrambled up and out of the room, knowing that her wrath had a target in the General for the moment, but any hesitation would bring it down upon them.

The Queen stood and wrapped a translucent robe around her voluptuous body and walked towards the General. She appeared calm, but her blazing eyes told another story. She ran her hands lightly over the General’s armor before bringing her lips to his and kissing him deeply. As he felt her tongue dance across his, he also felt her nimble fingers loose the straps of the armor until it clattered to the floor. She pushed down his breeches and broke the kiss, leaving him naked and hard before her.

“I don’t think you understand the importance of your mission, General,” she said calmly as she gently stroked his cock.

Concerned momentarily only with the sensations he was feeling, he spoke honestly, “No, Highness, I don’t understand why finding an old book is of importance.”

Her hand quickly left his cock and she slapped him with enough force to bring him to his knees. “You insolent fool!” she screamed. “That book is the key! It will bring me unspeakable power! I must have it!”

She strode back behind a curtain that separated off a portion of the room and the General struggled to his feet. “GUARDS!” she shouted. Four large men rushed in immediately. “Tie the General prone on the chaise.” The guards grabbed him and though he fought back, they overpowered him and positioned him as the Queen had ordered, tying his arms and legs tightly before leaving the chamber.

The Queen emerged from behind the curtain, wearing a large strap-on cock and wielding a a bamboo cane. The General quivered as she positioned herself behind him and pressed the cock threateningly against his ass. “I think it’s time, General, that you learn the consequences of failing me.”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme from Sweltering Celt is “Books.” I hope you enjoyed my take on it!

I’ll admit it: I was horny and wanted nothing more than a one-night fuck. No strings, no complications. The question was, though, was I in the mood for cock or pussy? Such a difficult decision… but I finally settled on having warm, soft tits in my face and a clit on my tongue.

I gussied myself up, putting on my shortest skirt, my lowest-cut top, and my high-heeled boots, and walked the short two blocks from my apartment to the city’s best gay bar. I was lucky enough to find a free stool at the bar, so I arranged myself alluringly upon it and ordered a drink, casually scanning the bar for any prospects.

My casual scan turned up a few only-if-REALLY-drunk prospects, so I began a more earnest search, straining my eyes to see into the dark corners, examining every face and body. *sigh* Nothing.

Just as I was about to resign myself to a disappointing night, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and was confronted by a gorgeous set of tits and deep cleavage. Raising my eyes, I saw that the amazing rack belonged to an absolutely breathtaking woman with jet-black, shoulder-length curls and ice-blue eyes.

The next couple of hours were a blur of drinks, laughs, and flirty comments and touches. She seemed to be the perfect woman: hot, sexy, intelligent, witty… I wanted her, badly, and could tell she felt the same about me.

“My apartment is a short walk from here. Will you come home with me?” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and smiled. I paid the tab and we left, hand in hand. The walk to my place seemed to take forever and by the time we walked through my door, I was ravenous.

I pushed this goddess up against the wall and began exploring her mouth, neck and cleavage with my mouth, running my hands slowly up her bare thighs, inching them under her skirt, dying to find her hot, wet spot.

Instead, I found something hard. I took a step back, confused.

“Is that a…” I started.

“Surprise,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

I thought for a brief second, then responded, “I’ve got an unbelievably sexy woman who is going to fuck me with a real, hot cock. Why would that be a problem?”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Surprises.” You can find the themes and the other contributors at Sweltering Celt’s blog. Hope you enjoyed my take on it!

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contortion. This submission is a continuance of “Sigil of Sex,” so if you haven’t read the first part yet, do so now! Thank you Sweltering Celt for the MfM theme!

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Dom walked through the heavy door and felt the heat and the rhythm of the music caress her bare flesh. The doorman nodded knowingly as Dom drifted past him, through the entrance hallway and towards the heart of this sanctuary. Even before the music changed, she knew by instinct and by the energy that coursed through her body that tonight there would be an initiation ritual.

As she turned the corner and the large room opened up in front of her, the deep bass and the high trills of the ritual music began and what Dom saw brought back a jolt of memory from her own initiation: There, in the center of the room, a young man was displayed on the top of a table. He was contorted into a back arch, with his palms and feet flat on the table, his wrists and ankles tied securely to the corners of the table, his back arched at a vicious angle by a wooden support placed between the man’s back and the table.

The man was naked, of course, as she had been, and at the angle he was in, his stiff cock stood proudly in the air. The sight of it made Dom’s clit throb.

As Dom moved closer to the table and the throng of nude people surrounding it, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He looked completely calm, with none of the fear that she had felt at her own initiation.

The Master of Initiation took his place on the step next to the table and raised his hands to signal the start of the ritual. The music faded into faint background noise and the onlookers quieted as well. The Master addressed the crowd first. “Tonight we initiate another member into our family and we mark him with the eternal symbol of our kind. We offer him sanctuary and acceptance and welcome him with open arms. Who will take the task of bringing our brother to ecstasy?”

He passed his eyes over the members of the crowd and finally came to rest on Dom. He nodded at her. She nodded back and moved through the congregation to the edge of the table, positioning herself next to the Master.

The Master looked down at the contorted man. “Brother, are you ready to accept our symbol and our vow of secrecy, for all of eternity?”

“I am.”

This was Dom’s cue, so she wrapped her hand around the young man’s engorged shaft. The man shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke. As the ritual music grew louder once again, the Master lifted the initiation blade and brought it down upon the skin on the man’s lower abdomen. Dom sped up her stroking as the blade pierced and the man felt no pain as the first sanguine drops appeared on his white skin.

As the Master carved their symbol into willing flesh, Dom worked to bring the other mass of willing flesh to the brink. The music sped up and Dom’s hand kept time with the beat. One last stroke of the blade finished the symbol and one last stroke of her hand finished the man’s climb to orgasm. He exploded in Dom’s hand, one liquid of life mixing into the other, already pooled on his lower abdomen.

“Brother,” the Master exclaimed, “you are now one of us! Welcome!”

The crowd echoed the Master’s acceptance of the new member.

Dom bent and kissed the tip of the man’s still twitching cock. “Welcome, Brother. “

After moving to this new city, Dominique spent every night for 3 weeks driving through the streets, stopping to walk down alleyways, searching for the symbol on a doorway. The symbol and what it represented had been a huge part of her life for years now, and she wasn’t sure how long she could last without it. She knew that every city had one, it was just a matter of tracking down the group that hid itself from all outsiders.

She had been introduced to the symbol four cities ago by her ex-girlfriend. Dom had been just a naive, raw thing then. How much had changed since then…

Dom was losing hope of finding her much-needed fortress, thinking that this may be the ONE city where it didn’t exist, just about to give up her search, when on the 23rd night of searching, she found it. It wasn’t even hidden in an alley, it was just skillfully hidden amongst the letters of a burnt-out neon sign in what looked to be a long-abandoned building.

Dom quickly pulled down the next side street and parked, then stepped out of her car, pulling her long coat tightly around her. She hurried to the backside of the abandoned building where she found the same symbol on the back door. She did THE knock and waited. A minute later, she heard a faint knock back and she knew she had finally found it.

She stripped off her long coat, revealing to the unseen watching eyes that she belonged there. The door swung open and the thick smells of incense and sex poured out and drew her naked form, with the symbol etched into her flesh, through it. Dom was finally home.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday was “Symbols,” brought to us, as always, by the incomparable Sweltering Celt. Go check out the other submissions here!

Breathing slowly, deeply,

In time with one another,

We feel the energy surge -

Electric charges through our limbs.

Harnessing our power,

Focusing it into our erotic centers.

The voltage sears through our intense gazes,

Passing our positive energy into the other,

Our love and passion, too.

Slowly thrusting,

Slowly grinding,

Slowly building toward the ultimate enlightenment.

Our bodies are joined as one

But most importantly,

Our spirits are one

And will be forever.

The theme of this week’s Microfantasy Monday is “Breathing,” brought to us  by Sweltering Celt. Inspiration for the poem came from The Tantra Guide.