The Captivity of Mary & Luke
Chapter One


Luke led Mary into the darkest void. He held there tight, binding her not to
an object but himself. She was free to move. Her hands were tied as a
reminder, but she cold if she desired remove the bindings. She was not
trapped. She joined him in his fantasy and was breathless as he watched her
enjoy his fingers opening and closing every hole. He explored her. Earlier,
she had explored him. She led him to a bed, and set him down, and then
carefully looked at every line, pore and mark on his body. She felt the
places where he was hard and soft. She opened his mouth and explored his
eyelids. She felt his breathing and waited while his cock hardened in her
hand. She sucked it then slowly feeling it come to life, and resting it on
her tongue she twirled her lips about the glan feeling his body writhe.
Giving Luke pleasure made Mary swallow hard. She felt his intensity inside
her own. She was possessed of him, and he was drunk with her. Watching his
body quiver as she traced fingers down his chest, over his nipples, she
covered his balls were her palm and lifted them squeezing them softly,
asking if it was too much. Massaging them, he pushed harder in his hands,
but not wanted him to come just yet, she stopped. Looking at his cock as his
jerked up and down, falling softer when she let it go Mary looked at her own
breasts, and running her fingers up under nipples she leaned her tits into
his mouth commanding him to suck. He did. He swallowed every instant of her
life and she held his head in her hands. He was warm, and she was wet
opening her legs, looking at the cave of her cunt in the mirror. Open, Mary
pushed her fingers down the crease of her vulva opening the lips, pushing
them back and fucking herself finally, she leaned into him, and came. When
she stopped, when she started breathing again, when her legs felt contact
with the earth, she wanted to be tied to this man. She wanted to know the
days of his lives. She wanted him to know hers, and she loved how he just
opened cleanly to her without reservation.

Now, she was bound, and Luke examined her body. He carried her to his mouth,
and her wrist bound with silk scarves caressed his face. No, he told do not
touch me now; just feel my fingertips on you. I want to imagine you fucking
long lines of men. I want to see the heads of women sucking your cunt as I
hold them. I want to drive us mad with our passion. He told her this not to
shock her, but to affirm that he directed them and wanted her to feel his
ownership of their pleasure

Yes, Mary is important. She does not always see herself that way, but she
is. She makes the rivers of sex wrestle in the complete compendium of all
sex and knowing it all, experiencing every motion, every pleasure, he
watched as she, hands now untied, pushed the candle into her cunt, opening
the lips, making them wet, and feeling it push all the way to back she was
limp and focused on the penetration. Nothing ever had reached this far.
Nothing she ever did connected her to another man. Oddly, there was no man
there. He was in her mind, but not inside her. Mary looked at her own eyes
in the mirror, and what she saw there, what she felt brought her to the
edge. His eyes shone back. The ghost rose from the surface of the mirror and
possessed her fingers as she drove the candle deeper making contact with the
endless cycles of birth and ovulation, of sex and the preservation of love.

Mary is valuable he whispered over her body as she slept. Mary is beautiful.
His subliminal message carried deeply into her easy sleep as he touched her
breasts, her sex, and rubbing it softly so she would not waken, Mary came in
her sleep dreaming of being held and fucked and directed into bliss not just
as sexual pleasure, but more completely. She felt her life grow wild and
boundaries dissolve. Mary told Luke there is nothing I will withdraw from
you. There is no holding back. You will reach the ends of beginnings and the
beginning of ends with my life firmly enclosed in the pleasure of your
mouth, your cunt, your ass, and deeper than any orifice I am running in your
mind as you dream now of being taken by four men fucking you into delirium.
Yes, Mary you know this consummate love. You feel it break on your mouth as
my semen leaking from the corner of your mouth runs down your chin. My hands
and lips clean it, and in that sharing of fluids and breath we become the
other not for just an instant but for the longest time.