Amolethe

A fantasy by Susan.

You are invited to the secluded rural estate of a wealthy man. Seated in his plush smoking room, the two of you chat. While your host speaks, you notice a rather young girl enter quietly from a side door. She is wearing a tight white blouse and a much too short skirt. Her long blonde hair partially obscures her face, but from her stunning figure alone you know that she must be very attractive. You take her for a northern type; perhaps Icelandic. She walks very unobtrusively to a far corner of the room, as if determined not to attract attention. Politeness dictates that you look away from her back to your host, who is speaking to you, but a minute later you can't help but look back to her again, only to see that she has now descended to her knees in thecorner of the room. Your next glance at her reveals she has placed her right hand underneath her skirt, and her eyes have closed. Soon, you hear her softly moaning. She seems to be masturbating herself.

By now your host has noticed your interest in her, and he comments, "One of my newest toys. Isn't she pretty? She is very shy, you know. She hates being watched, grew up in a very conservative environment. But, a few sessions in my dungeon seems to have motivated her."

You watch her, a twinge of guilt in you. Very soon, her fair skin is looking very flush, and you hear her moan softly as if climaxing.

"She is pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes."

Still watching her out of a corner of your eye, you see her pause briefly, then apparently begin to pleasure herself anew.

"I am not always this successful with the shy ones, even after persuasion," your host explains to you. "The ones who just won't comply, I give to the Amolethe downstairs. The Amolethes can make any girl spend herself, you know."

....to be continued soon.