Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Claire had never, ever seen a girl she had seduced put on such a show. How could they? None of them were professionals like this one. Moreover, none had the passion for the crowd like she did. None had known the thrill of audience and cheers beforehand, and had put on amusing but ultimately bland performances. Miley was an entirely different story. She performed with her voice, her body, her very soul. All of it was put into the act, and with just that one reminder of her music she voluntarily perverted her own lyrics into an anthem of pride for the lesbians. She didn't just fall into Claire's lustful embrace, she had flung herself into it full force. The poison only enhanced what was inside of one, and of all the young girls she'd taken this one had by far the most potent reaction. And when she made that beautiful arch and cried out in the climax of both her body and the show, as the lesbian crowd roared with applause and whistles, Claire's own eyes went went as she tossed her head back. She could feel Miley's orgasm, the sweet, radiating sexual energy. So bright, so intense. She would provide more than any, she already knew it. Claire took that moment to glimpse into the portal created by climax that she had learned to cross into, making sure they were in skin to skin contact at some place directly, even the tiniest bit. She saw into Miley's entire sexual history, thoughts, desires, dreams. She could not know every thought she had, but the highlights of her sexuality flashed into Claire's mind, giving her two pleasant shocks before withdrawing her mind into her own body once more. She looked down, stopping her own dizziness at seeing Miley at her feet. Claire straightened up, grinning to the crowd. The bartender was now topless and screaming about free drinks for everyone as she held up her massive tip. Apparently the circle continued. Looks like she may have had too much fun, girls! Don't worry, I'll take her home. Glad you liked the show! Ten minutes later, Claire was in the back seat of a limousine, grinning as she spoke into her cell phone. No. I'm not joking. In the slightest..... I'm not surprised, I didn't believe it either.... Yes, I already have her.... No, and I'm not telling you how. That's not part of the contest. I've got her, and this is an official meeting. Come and see my claim, or you forfeit your candidacy...... I thought so. I'll keep her under until we are ready. Three hours. It's enough for her to sober up a bit and for you to finish... whatever it is you're doing, I don't want to know. Goodbye, girls. Claire looked down at Miley as she closed her phone with a smirk, thinking of the two things she'd learned. A virgin. Maybe touched, but not spoiled. Only disappointed by boys. Good. Even better, perhaps. And even more sweet, that second secret. Selena and Demi, hm? Claire could not wait to start designing their descent into her clutches as well. It was impossible for Miley to know how much time passed. But when she awoke, she was laying on her back on a bed in the middle of a circle of light. Bed wasn't really the right word. It was more like an altar. Made of wood and about 3 feet high, it was topped with a very soft mattress that seemed like it must be filled with feathers or some such instead of a modern mattress. But no matter how she moved she wouldn't shift them out of the way and find harsh wood beneath, it was actually an extremely pleasant bed to be against. She could see nothing beyond the light's boundary, and the source was directly above her but the nature was hard to tell. If she looked directly into it she would just see a glowing ball not intense enough to blind her, but otherwise seeming to be a distant light bulb. The directed shape of the light, and how it cuts off so sharply at the edge of the circle, is not natural though. There is literally moderate light and then blackness. Miley herself was completely nude, save for a white silk sheet laid over her body. It covered her from shin to neck. Though she could sit up the sheet would fall away and uncover her. And most frightening or all were the restraints. Leather straps were around both her wrists and ankles, the insides padded with silk and cushioning beneath it so they were actually not that uncomfortable. However they were attached to chains, each one running to a narrow wooden column at each corner of the altar. The chains disappeared into the columns, and a wooden hand crank was attached to a fifth, thicker and taller column about a yard from the head of the bed, well beyond Miley's reach. She had a foot or two of slack on each limb, but not enough to get out of bed or do much more than sit up. Whispered voices came from the shadows, though no words could be made out precisely. But someone was there, and Miley was not alone in this strange place.