Dreams of a Virgin (9 page)

She flung off the dress she was wearing,
revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. My jaw dropped
when I saw how amazing her body looked. If I could chisel the
perfect body out of stone, this is how it would look. She lay next
to me and started rolling around in the money.

She rolled on top of me. Again, she kissed me
long and hard.

“Do me.” She kissed my left cheek. “Do me
long.” She kissed my right cheek. “Do me hard.” Again, she kissed
my lips. “Do me now.” She ripped open my shirt.

I tried to set a world record in getting my
clothes off. See, I knew I had that roll of quarters in my pants
again. The only question was, as excited as I was, would I be
making a withdrawal in my drawers before I could make a deposit in
her account. Though I didn’t set the record, I did get everything
off fast enough to avoid disaster.

Remember as a kid, having a piggy bank
without the rubber stop? The kind you had to shake upside down to
get the money out? Well, that how I was.

I climbed on top of her in time to make my
deposit into her account. I was shaking my piggy bank to give her
every last cent I had. She was twitching around on the floor.

After the most amazing five minutes of my
life, I’d spent everything I had. In fact, I felt overdrawn. Not
her. She still had a lot of energy. So much that she was ready to
rock my world again. Too bad I didn’t have the funds.

I saw her get up and get dressed. She reached
into her purse and pulled out a gun and a couple of trash bags.

“Sorry. I need you to fill these bags up
now.” She pointed the gun at me.

“But what about us? What about your
fantasy?”

“You’ve made that fantasy come true. And that
fantasy ends with me leaving with a bunch of money.”

I started filling the bags with the old
bills. I knew the security cameras were on.

That was when I had an epiphany. My life up
to this point had been boring, ordinary. Hailee lit a fire in me
that couldn’t be extinguished. For the first time in a long time, I
felt alive.

“Take me with you. I’ve got nothing left
here. When my boss sees I let you into the vault, I’m fired. I’ve
nothing to go home to. Besides, no one has ever made me feel like
you have, Hailee. I thought I’d lost you once. I can’t live without
you. I don’t want to live without you.”

I could see that I’d touched her.

“How sweet.”

She pulled the trigger and shot me in the
head.

“Sorry, baby. But I work alone.”

She walked out with the garbage bags full of
money and closed the vault door with me still inside.

Sometimes news happens when you least expect it. And
sometimes we make news happen.

“Good evening. I’m Jeff, and here is
tonight’s top story. A tanker trailer flipped over. The tanker was
carrying a volatile gas that causes people to lose their
inhibitions. We go now live to Tabitha with a report.”

“Thank you, Jeff. I am here at the scene of
the crash. The EPA has already contained the area. Reports are that
a car swerved in front of the tanker, causing it to fish-tail and
capsize. The gas is not fatal, but it does cause those who inhale
it to experience intoxicating features. Back to you, Jeff.”

Little did everyone in the newsroom know that
the tanker had wrecked only a mile away from the studio. While the
crash area was secured, the gas had seeped into the station’s
ventilation system and into the newsroom.

“Thank you, Tabitha. And now, we go to Ashley
for today’s weather.”

Ashley had been breathing in the gas for
several minutes now, and the effects began to show.

“Well, Jeff. It seemed like we were going to
have a normal day today.” She let her hair down. “Then a high
pressure system hit the northern area.” She began to unbutton her
top. “As the pressure builds, the temperature begins to rise.” She
removed her top. “Which leads to an increase in moisture in the
southern part of the area.” She unzipped her skirt. “The forecast
for tonight... A hot, long, rough night filled with sexual activity
and a possibility of precipitation.” She started walking toward
me.

“Thank you, Ashley. We’ll be back after
this.”

As they cut to commercial, Ashley wrapped her
arms around me and kissed me hard and long. Back from commercial, I
had to break free from her lip lock.

“Okay, we’re back. Time to go to Chuck with a
look at international news.”

By now everyone in the newsroom had been
affected by the gas. Ashley proceeded to remove her bra. The
cameraman kept his camera on us instead of panning to Chuck, who
also felt a bit tipsy.

The control room had also been affected by
the gas. Where normally they would have played footage of the
stories, they kept the broadcast on us in the studio.

Ignoring the cue cards and focusing on Ashley
stroking my member, “Well, in Warsaw, a German woman was arrested
today in the death of her husband. She said she caught him cheating
on her and decided to beat the Pole.”

At this point, she removed her panties and
inserted said member into her now flooded plain. “From Bangkok, a
new mayor was elected. When asked for comment about his defeat, the
incumbent said, ‘I can’t bereive I rost the erection.’” The camera
was still focused on me and Ashley. “Back to you, Jeff.”

By now, the network president was irate. He
tried again and again to contact the control booth to pull the plug
on the broadcast. Every time he called, no one answered.

My hair was a mess. My shirt was ripped open,
and I was still inside Ashley. Out of breath, “Thanks ... Chuck.
And now ... in sports ... here’s Tim.” Again, our lips locked.
Instead of panning to Tim, the camera remained on us. Tim had to
speak loudly to talk over Ashley’s screams.

“Thanks, Jeff. We start in the world of the
LPGA. In the final round of the tournament in Intercourse, PA, the
leader approaches the eighteenth hole. She grabs hold of the
shaft,” as Ashley pulled away and grabbed mine, “stares long and
hard at the balls, and swings.” She reinserted. “Oh, it’s in the
bush. But she goes on to win.”

As she tried to reinsert, I pulled out and
bent her over the desk. “And in college football, we go to USC vs.
South Carolina. With time winding down, the ‘Cocks quarterback goes
deep to the tight end.” By now, I was inserted deep into her tight
end. “Look at him go, breaking through the Trojan line. He could go
all the way. He scores.”

As I finished up, I was exhausted and laid
next to Ashley. “And finally, at the marathon, our leader has
pulled away from the pack. His pace is quick, yet efficient. Uh oh.
It looks like he finally hit the wall.” I was passed out at the
desk, my hand groping Ashley’s exquisite chest. “We’ll keep you
abreast of the race as it finishes. Back to you, Jeff.”

I was still passed out. “Jeff? Well, for Jeff
and the rest of us here at the news, good night, and if it’s news,
you’ll see it here first.”

Power can make a man feel invincible. But it’s how
you use that power that makes the difference.

As dawn broke in the country of Lower
Umbridge, I led my army in an invasion. It didn’t take long before
I had the capital under my control. Their army was small and easily
beaten.

I entered the king’s quarters and assumed
control. Of course, the king didn’t give up without a fight. Like
his army, however, he was also easily defeated.

I decided to take his wife Oksana and his
daughters Valentina and Katya as slaves. As slaves, I deemed they
were unfit to wear clothing. They were stripped down until they
wore little more than a smile.

I assigned each of them a room, with no
contact with the others. I also had my own plans for each of
them.

You see, I had no children, and I needed an
heir to my throne in Upper Umbridge, a male heir.

I couldn’t simply have my way with them.
Well, being king, I could, but it was not in my nature. I took
land, gold, and slaves, but there was one thing I wouldn’t take.
That had to be given to me of their own free will.

As my first full day as the new king of Lower
Umbridge started, I put my plan into action. I summoned for Oksana
to be brought to my room.

I had her lie down on the table, on her back.
I could sense her fear, not knowing what I would do. When she did,
I fondled her ample breasts, as if I were kneading bread dough.
Then, I kissed down her chest, from her neck to her waist. As I got
to her waist, I stopped. She was then allowed to return to her
room.

I summoned Valentina. I had her run my bath
for me. I made her remove my robe and made her bathe me, from the
top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Again, I tried
nothing.

I summoned Katya. Her job was to give me my
daily massage. She wasn’t as willing as the others. That first
massage was mostly punches to the back and nails digging into my
skin. I just lay there and took it.

For the next four days, I followed the same
routine. First Oksana, then Valentina, finally Katya. Still, I
tried nothing.

I could see that it was working. With Oksana,
there was less resistance and more submission. After that fourth
day, she asked me why I hadn’t tried anything with her. After
answering her, I sent her on her way. I could hear her say under
her breath, “I wish he would.”

Valentina was also showing signs. Her
scrubbing was less harsh and more soothing.

Katya, however, was just the opposite. She
was actually putting up more resistance. I had to work a new
strategy to coerce her.

Day Five. Oksana came in and laid down, this
time legs spread. I remembered her comments from the day before and
tried something different. Instead of kissing her chest, I lightly
kissed her lips. As expected, she followed suit. In fact, she
became the aggressor.

She took down my pants. Since she had
accepted me, it was now my turn to become the aggressor. I stabbed
her with my sword over and over and over. As I penetrated her, she
let out a primal scream. When finished, both of us were fully
satisfied.

I was in a generous mood. I decided to give
Valentina and Katya the day off. To tease, I would give Oksana a
few days off.

Day Six. I was still in a generous mood, but
I still called for Valentina. For a change, I disrobed myself and
decided that I would bathe her. She seemed a bit stunned at first.
As I rubbed her down, that look turned to one of pleasure. I
caressed those small, firm breasts.

She drew me in closer. Our lips met. I gently
lowered her in the tub. My blade found its way inside her. I
stabbed her with it over and over. Half the water had splashed from
the tub with all the movement. I dried her off, then myself.

That night, Katya tried to escape. She tied
together the end of her bed sheets and tried to lower herself out
the window. What she didn’t count on was me leaving guards outside
the building.

The guards brought her to my quarters. Looks
like I needed to beat some sense into her. I smacked her around to
teach her some respect. I sent her back to her room and told the
guards to remove all sheets.

I decided to give them a week off. That way,
Oksana and Valentina would want me more, and gave Katya time to
cool off.

After a week off, I decided to mix things up
a bit. I let Oksana bathe me, Valentina massage me, and Katya got
the kissing treatment.

Oksana was thrilled to see me. So thrilled
that she skipped the bath and tackled me in the tub. She proceeded
to have her way with me. Who was I to deny her another stabbing
with my sword?

Valentina was thrilled to see me. Instead of
starting with the back, she started massaging my front.
Particularly that one part of my body that lies between my legs.
She turned my epee into a long sword. I had to put that new tool to
good use.

Katya still resisted. She refused to leave
the room. The guards had to drag her to my quarters. She refused to
lie down, so I had the guards hold her down. I kissed her from the
under her chin all the way down to her waist. I could see an ounce
of change. She still had a way to go before she would submit to
me.

For the next few days, I refrained from sex
with Oksana and Valentina. I was putting full focus on Katya.

On Day Eleven, I thought I had broken her.
She was willing to lie on her own. She was receptive to my
advances. When I thought I would be able to break out the cutlery,
she raised her leg and kicked me in the sheath.

She jumped up and ran out of the room.
Another futile attempt to escape. She got down the hallway and to
the main door. Too bad she didn’t see that it was locked. The
guards soon brought her back kicking and screaming.

I knew that she would never give in
willingly. I had to make an example out of her. While the guards
held her down, I repeatedly stabbed her with my dagger. I thought I
may have stabbed her a bit too hard because she started to bleed
from down there.

After teaching her a lesson, I sent her to
her room with strict orders that she was not to leave.

A few weeks later, I learned that all three
were pregnant. My plan had worked. I just hoped that one of them
would bear a son.

Given their condition, I decided it best to
clothe Oksana and Valentina. However, Katya remained nude.
Especially when I found out that she had tried to abort the
pregnancy. Thankfully, she failed. I had to lock her in the dungeon
for both her own good and the child’s.

Nine months later, the three gave birth. I
had decided that the first to produce a son would be my bride. The
first to deliver was Katya. She had a girl.

The next was Oksana. Also a girl. I was
starting to think that my plan was a bust.