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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The
Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic
Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters,
Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. Mind
control is fictional, any attempt to dominate a real
person in this manner would be sick and perverted.
Remember it's just fiction.
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TITLE: WRITER'S BLOCK
Chapter 1: Character Development (F mast)
Ruth was pleased when Dr. Prestor closed the blinds
with a [SNAP].
The room was instantly plunged into a warm, dim
orange and brown warren. It had a very masculine but
cozy feel to it. Ruth felt refreshed, warm and safe as
she gazed around the room from where she sat. Dr.
Prestor's shadow was barely visible beside the window.
She could just see the outline of his brownish hair and
tall muscular frame. The bright sunlight that had been
flashing in her eyes through the louvered shades had
been beguiling and making her sleepy. Now it was just
a dull golden glow behind Alan.
Ruth had been reading Alan Prestor novels since she
was fourteen. All of her girlfriends agreed that they
were the best. She loved his work. It was so
thoughtful, so exciting. The characters were
realistic, engaging and the love scenes were incredibly
hot. It didn't matter what the subject matter was.
She'd read and enjoyed his Western's "Trail of Shame"
and "Soaring the Plains". She'd memorized his
Adventure Romance novels of which there were eleven.
She and her friends had attended today's book signing,
specifically to meet him and get a copy of his fourth
Adventure Mystery novel, "The Azure Knight".
She had been thrilled and not a little scared when
Alan had asked her, in private, to stay after the
signing to help him with a problem. He'd said her
challenging questions had shown she had a bright
inventive mind. He claimed that he was currently
suffering a minor case of Writer's Block. He'd
actually asked for her help! She had made excuses to
Annette and Chrissy about staying in town to meet a
friend. She would be able to catch the train back to
campus later tonight. The chance to actually see the
office where Alan Prestor had written "Last Petal of
Love" had convinced her to tell her friends the little
white lie. She would tell them all about her adventure
tomorrow and they would be so jazzed!
When the book signing finished at 3:00 PM, Alan had
walked her to a coffee house. She had felt especially
privileged as they had sipped coffee and talked. She
had enjoyed the covetous glances of other women as they
recognized Alan. He had explained that he often did
this. When he couldn't seem to advance a plot in a way
that satisfied him; he would ask one of his fans, for
their ideas, and to act as a sounding board for his
ideas. Sometime, he explained, the fans ideas were
directly incorporated into the story. He had even
included some of his fans names directly into his
fiction as a reward of types.
Ruth had been thrilled. She was a bit hesitant
though, because she found Alan so physically
attractive. She feared that her youthful exuberance
and naive interest in the man would spoil everything if
she wasn't careful. She knew from the tabloids and
magazines that she'd read that Alan Prestor was quite
the hedonist and ladies man. He was rich, famous,
intelligent, witty and pursued by women that made
little Ruth Ann Sawyer of Greensboro NC look dowdy and
plain.
She knew she wasn't ugly. In fact her nineteen year
old body had just recently completed its transformation
from gawky teenager to a youthful beauty. She kept
herself in shape. Her clothes were simple and
inexpensive but did nothing to hide her ample curves.
She might not be a fashion model or actress but she had
been told that her long reddish brown hair and dark
blue/green eyes gave her an exotic sexy look. She just
hoped that Dr. Prestor didn't think she was being too
immature or forward. * It was just so hard to look at
that gorgeous body of his, and not think about the
scene with Kaye and Antonio in the hot tub, in Venice,
from "She Bid Him Lie".
Entering his office she had smiled and gazed around
raptly. She wanted to memorize each detail. His
mahogany desk and expensive looking computer suite were
set up in one corner. Bookcases of leather bound
reference materials lined the walls. A large soft
black leather couch was under the windows. The Autumn
sun was pouring in through them from the street outside
his office. Two large oak trees outside the window
were covered with brilliantly colored leaves. The air
in the room was warm and smelled of leather, and a
smoky musky scent that she associated with men, cigars
and expensive glasses of cognac. In the center of the
room was a handsome old leather lounge chair with a
beautiful brass lamp that hung just above it.
Alan had sat at his desk and powered up his
computer. He had directed her to sit in the center
lounge chair. Once she was comfortable he had poured
himself a drink and offered her one also. Ruth had
been afraid to offend by refusing. It had been while
he was handing her the small snifter glass of brandy
that she had noticed that the shifting sunlight from
the window seemed to be directly in her eyes. Alan
began to talk about himself and between tiny sips of
her drink she moved her head back and forth letting the
sparkling light play across her face.
At first it was a little annoying. She soon found
herself relaxing though. The sun was warm and Alan's
soft deep voice was telling her about his last trip to
Monaco. The light seemed to flash and move as it
danced through the leaves outside. It dazzled and then
just as quickly it was gone. A flash. A warm caress
on her cheek. The last warm days of the summer,
sparkling just for her. She tried to concentrate on
what Alan was saying, but her eyelids were so heavy.
His voice was so commanding and at the same time
relaxing. She listened as he described a technique he
had learned for relaxing into a state of greater
creative ability.
When he eventually asked her if she wanted to try to
reach that state she had only been able to nod
agreeably. He asked if she trusted him and she had
mumbled that she trusted him completely. He had
praised her, telling her that she had an incredible
imagination and that she could achieve incredible
things with it. All she had to do was relax, imagine
what he instructed and trust in him. Everything felt
so right, so calm and peaceful. She could have
listened to Alan talk forever. Alan's voice took on a
new quality of instruction and she eagerly listened and
did as he directed. The sunlight continued to flash in
her eyes. Her body seemed to sink into the comfortable
recliner. At Alan's direction she finished the drink
and handed him the glass. Her breathing slowed and
deepened. So relaxed, trusted, and imagined. Letting
everything go. Listening and relaxing and sinking into
a comfortable dreamy lassitude. Relaxed. Listening.
Letting go. Relaxing. Imagining. The relaxation and
imagination exercises felt good and would help her help
Alan. She would forget her body and become a thinking,
imaging, creative force. She wanted to help Alan.
Relaxing, listening and doing what she was told would
make it easier for her to help Alan.
And then Alan had closed the blinds. It seemed to
Ruth as if only a moment had passed. Strangely though
the sun seemed to be nearly down. She ignored that
though, it wasn't really important. She felt refreshed
and eager to start the process to help Dr. Prestor
overcome his writer's block.
Alan moved from the blinds and crossed the room. He
walked behind Ruth and turned on the lamp above her
head. A cone of light formed around her in the
darkening room. It nearly blinded her to what Alan was
doing, but left her on display in the center of the
room. She could barely make his shape out as he moved
to his chair and sat down at his computer.
"Ruth do you remember what we talked about? Do you
remember how you said you wanted to help me to finish
writing my story?" Alan's soothing warm voice seemed
to appear from the darkness around Ruth.
"Of course Dr. Prestor".
"Alan" he reminded her.
"Alan." she said and smiled shyly. * He asked me to
call him Alan * she thought excitedly * I have to
remember that. Chrissy and Annette will be so jealous!
*
"I've told you all about my new book "Jade Oasis",
right Ruth?"
"Well I..... Ummmm..... Yes? Yes! I remember" she
stammered a bit but then recovered. * I know all about
this book. How do I know so much about this book? Oh
well, he must have told me about it while I was looking
out the window *
"I'm stuck at the point after the hero has saved the
young girl and returned her to the Airfield. She is
still feeling the affects of the drugs she was given by
the Mambeezi warriors who captured and threatened to
make her the sex slave queen of their king. The hero
Dan Dawson has saved her life many times up to this
point. He has called for her parents to come and take
her to safety. They will arrive the next day.
Roxanne, our young heroine, wants Dan in the worst way.
He is older and treats her like a child." Alan's voice
seemed to appear in Ruth's ear from across the room.
She could almost see the story he was describing as a
movie running in her mind.
"That's where I've gotten stuck. Tomorrow, in the
story, Dan will go after the treasure and Roxanne will
leave with her parents. Roxanne and the parents will
later be captured by the villainous Shah of the Jade
Oasis and Dan will meet up with them again there. I
need to resolve the tension between Dan and Roxanne
though. I need something....... I just don't know
what."
"Can you think of anything?" he asked Ruth from out
of the darkness.
Laying her head back on the lounge chair, Ruth began
to create and discard scenarios in her mind. * Well if
she did this, and he did that, then they could.... or
if she wanted to... but then he saw.... then she
could...... * her mind kicked into a strangely
attractive creative overdrive. Soon she was smiling
and nodding to herself. She had created a story in her
mind that would, she believed, please Alan very much.
In her minds eye she could imagine the whole story.
`Have you had an idea Ruth?" Alan asked from behind
his computer screen.
"Yes."
"Can you imagine it in its entirety. Every word,
every sound, smell, touch and action?":
"Yes."
"Does it involve any interesting action, such as we
discussed?"
"Yes it does." she admitted with a bit of a grin for
the naughtiness she had imagined.
"As in fiction, so in life" Alan said quietly.
Roxanne Starling rubbed her hands up and down her
arms. The drugs coursing through her body were driving
her crazy with lust. Sitting alone in her tent she was
nearly gnashing her teeth in frustration. She and Dan
would have died ten times in the last six hours if Dan
had stopped to rest in their escape from the maddened
Mambeezi warriors. At the moment she regretted their
frenzied escape in a way. She would have loved to have
relieved her drug induced horniness on Dan. She hadn't
been given even the smallest opportunity.
Unfortunately Dan had insisted on racing her to the
safety of the Epha District Airfield and had already
called for her parents to come and collect her. Then
the infuriating man had disappeared on what she was
sure was some trumped up errand.
Thinking of Dan's broad chest glistening with sweat
and blood as he had heroically rescued her, made
Roxanne moan and grind her legs together. Thinking of
how he had dumped her in this tent and run off with
that little bastard African research assistant of his
made her groan in anger and frustration. "Damn the
man!".
* Why couldn't he see her for what she was! She was
nineteen. She was a sexy young woman, ripe and ready
for a man like him. Her auburn hair was wavy and long.
Her body was curvaceous and she knew that her full lips
and electric blue/green eyes drew other men like flies.
Why didn't Dan see her for the woman she was? Why
wasn't he here to make love to her. She felt like she
would lose her mind if she didn't orgasm soon! *
Laying her head back on the pillows on her cot she
closed her eyes and began to run the events of the
previous night through her mind. King Zumum and his
harem of drugged sex slaves and murderous warriors. It
had been horrific. After her capture the King had
claimed her for his soon to be seventeenth bride. He`d
had her stripped and tied before him. Over her
screaming protests they had forced their vile black
syrupy concoction down her throat. Even the thought of
that incredible potion made shivers of desire radiate
out from Roxanne's already inflamed and wet sex.
Tossing her head from side to side Roxanne kept her
eyes closed as she began to pluck at her clothing.
Unbuttoning her blouse. Pulling the zipper down on her
safari shorts and then pushing them down and off.
Unclasping her bra and tossing it away angrily.
Kicking off her shoes Sliding her fingers into her
silken panties and drawing them down and off with a
moan. She luxuriated in her naked state as she
remembered all that she had seen and heard. The heat
of the jungle seemed to be trapped in her body. She
had to find some relief!
It had been a terrible experience. The gooey
mixture had run down her throat, despite her gagging
protests. Her shame at being naked and helpless before
her crazed captors had seemed an awful torture. Her
helpless body, had been stretched and exposed before
the king and his entire harem of sex toys. Within
moments she was in the grip of the potion's evil
influence.
Her breathing had become erratic. Her pulse had
seemed to quicken. Her mind began to fixate on the
many naked body parts on display before her. Shivers
of lust began to alternate with the horny warm feeling
of her concerns melting away like sugar on her tongue.
Her nipples had hardened incredibly. The chief's other
sex slaves had teased them with peacock feathers until
she was sure they would erupt with the torturous
pleasure. Pleasure that she was beginning to enjoy.
It was becoming hard to remember who she was and why
she shouldn't be participating in this bizarre scene.
Lying on her cot Roxanne groaned loudly as she
reached up with both hands to cup and begin kneading
the tender, smooth flesh of her breasts. They were
still so sensitive. It felt wonderful to squeeze and
stroke them with her own fingers.
The kings first wife-queen, a black goddess with
beautiful full breasts and ebony skin; had taken over
the sexual torture at that point. At her kings
direction she had captured Roxanne's head in her
powerful hands. Without warning she had began to
lavish erotic kisses all over the young woman's lips
and face. She had thrust her hot tongue into Roxanne's
confused but aroused mouth.
Remembering the feel of the that hot soft member
raping her lips; Roxanne moaned again and lifted her
finger tips to her panting mouth. She couldn't help
herself. She was beyond caring anymore. She
recaptured the feeling of the woman's tongue by sliding
her fingers into her own mouth. Writhing on her cot
she licked and sucked her finger tips just as she had
licked and sucked the other woman's invading tongue.
The black potion had left her fuzzy headed and so
aroused that she felt as if her body was a huge bonfire
of eroticism.
Leaving a burning kiss on Roxanne's eager lips the
Queen had smiled wickedly at the young girl. Keoni-
Ana-Tos was a complete slave to the drug she had been
taking since she was a teenager. Her life centered on
sex and the pleasure she could give her King and
herself. She had trained many of her master's slaves to
pleasure and would enjoy breaking the spirit of this
pale white child. Lifting the auburn hared beauty's
right tit up to her lips; she had made sure that the
child got a good look as she slowly kissed it. Her
tongue had then darted out and begun to delicately lick
and stroke the shivering girls nipples, until they were
rigid and shiny with her spit.
Fingers that remembered those kisses descended to
Roxanne's dark pink nipples in the now. As her
fingertips found and began to tease them, Roxanne
groaned again in her growing delirium. With her eyes
closed she could almost imagine that she could feel the
queen's tongue rasping across both her large breasts.
She could tweak and pinch her hard nipples and
fantasize about the sexy liquid brown eyes and the
sharp white teeth that had nipped and chewed her while
the lips had suckled so wonderfully.
Roxanne knees fell open. She knew what she had
wanted the woman to do to her last night. She had
never been sexually touched by a woman before last
night; but at that moment she had been ready to beg to
be allowed to have her cunt licked until she came, like
a lesbian whore. If Dan hadn't burst in at just that
moment and freed her in a hail of bullets and smoke
grenades she was positive that she would have done just
that.
* Maybe it didn't happen * she thought ruefully and
a little shamefully. * but I wish it had, and I can
still fantasize about it. *
Roxanne's fingers left her tender and sensitive
breasts and slowly glided down her stomach and into her
crotch. Writhing around on the cot to get more
comfortable, she let her legs fall open again exposing
her sex to the hot damp jungle air trapped in her tent.
As her fingertips began to trace the contours of her
aroused vaginal lips, she hummed and cooooo'ed with
pleasure. Her mind was full of the images of the harem
slaves, naked and cavorting wildly. She imagined the
Queen, who had been so kind and cruel to her, kneeling
down between her legs and licking her cunt with the
same crazed lustiness she had displayed on her lips and
tits. Imagining her tongue gliding over and into her
cunny; her own fingers began to stroke and dip into her
tight little hole.
"Ummmm lick me...... yessss lick my pussy.... so
hot.... so fucking wet and hot.. lick me! Eat my horny
cunt you.... you.... you beautiful black bitch! "
Roxanne grunted and groaned as her fingers flickered
madly over her sex. Her mind was awhirl with erotic
images and fantasies. The tips of her fingers were
slippery with her creamy juices. She stroked her
fingers down both edges of her pussy. Holding her self
open for an imaginary tongue she humped and slowly
ground her hips upward as if to get the tongue deeper
and her imaginary lady lover easier access to all her
charms.
With one hand she slowly fucked a couple of inches
of finger slowly in and out. Softly and slowly she
explored the heat and wetness of her cunny. It felt so
delicious. She had never enjoyed a masturbatory
fantasy more. With her right hand she began to massage
and rub her clit. Gently at first; then faster and
faster as the feeling that she was close to an
incredible orgasm grew. Laying her left hand on top of
her right she was able to increase the friction and
pressure on her clit. Throwing her knees wide and her
head fully back to look up into the tents single light
bulb hanging above her head, she came.
It was like no other orgasm in her life. Her whole
body was involved. Her nipples and breasts seemed to
explode with pleasure. Her sex ran with the molten
lava of juices that gushed from her. Her arms felt
great. Her feet felt great. Her clit, and tongue and
nipples and ass felt great! Every part of her body
seemed to be sending pleasure impulses to her drug
fogged brain.
"Oh my OOOhhhh MMMYYY .....OOOOOo
eieieeieeee arrrraghghghghg!!!!" she screamed. Sweat
broke out all over her body as she cried out her
release. She kept stroking herself and slowed as
additional explosions went off behind her eyes. Even
with the delicious glow she was enjoying from her
masturbation though, Roxanne knew it wasn't enough.
Her body was still hungry for more. She wanted Dan!
She needed him! She would do anything to get his fat
prick to spray loads of creamy cum into her snatch.
With her eyes still frosted with the drowsy lust of
her orgasm she stroked her hands up and down her naked
body. Dreamily she gazed at the bare light bulb above
her head. When she heard a voice calling her name she
was almost physically unable to respond.
[Roxanne??]
[Roxanne!!] it seemed to be coming closer.
[Ruth Ann]
"Ruth Ann.... End of chapter" Alan's voice said
softly from his place beside his computer.
to be continued:::::::::::::::::::::
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