Unwanted Escape
DISCLAIMER: Alrightee.. this story is far from porn, but I'm no lawyer so to be safe, if you're under 18 of age, no playtime for you. Take yer eyes elsewhere.
This is my first story to this fine site. It is dedicated to my Vixen, a certain special someone who has an imagination I have yet to find in any other... among many other things. Lets just say that the story has personal meaning, the kind that makes me go rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. but hopefully you will find some leisure in its words...
TITLE: Unwanted Escape
author - wabbit
"I see you Viktoria", said a mysterious voice, echoing across the abandoned streets.
Viktoria stopped and looked around. There was no one. The only sign of life was a flock of pigeons cooing and strutting along the asphalt sidewalk in front of her. She looked at them, then shook her head.
"No, couldn't be", she said to herself, and continued walking.
"Your skin shines so smooth, so unscathed, you do realize we are going to have to change that", continued the mysterious echo.
The beautiful girl stopped again, this time staring directly at the flock of pigeons, convinced the sound came from them. And oddly enough, they were ALL staring at her. She looked around again, scanning the alleys and streets, not prepared to accept that her mind was playing tricks, and definately unwilling to believe that the flock of pigeons were conversing with her.
"Who said that?", she replied, a slight tone of fear resonating in her voice.
"Us", a voice answered.
"At your feet", a different voice added.
"Yes, we have been watching you", spoke a third.
As the sexy brunette was motioning backwards in surprise, the front page of a newspaper blew onto her leg. Its thin paper flapping wildly, wrapping around her ankle. Something on it caught her eye. She reached down and retrieved it, opening its pages to display the headlines.
Her jaw dropped.
"Pigeon's attack citizens of Toronto", read the headlines. She looked back up towards the flock. They were moving towards her, their eyes locked onto hers, their heads lunging back and forth in synch with their advancing steps. She didn't even need to read the rest of the article to know her danger. Her instincts kicked in as she dropped the paper and ran the opposite direction, the flutter of flapping wings behind her.
"Get her!!!", screamed one of her predators, as she quickened her pace to a sprint.
She could see the shadows of pigeons on the sidewalk moving everywhere, the sun plotting their route as if teasing her futile escape. Realizing she could not outrun flight, she quickly veered her path towards an office tower. Running towards the doors where she could obtain shelter.
Climbing the steps, they seemed endless. The shadows were even closer, the sound of flapping wings only inches from her ears. The whisper of pigeon voices saying things that oddly struck a lusting urge within her.
Before she reached the pinnacle of her climb, she felt scratching along her back. Claws ripping through her shirt. Scraping, tearing and digging into her flesh. She wanted to collapse right there. Tumble to the ground and let the pigeons finish her. But she was only a few feet from the glass doors that would serve as her fortress. Her barrier of protection.
She pushed forward, running as fast as she could. Releasing every bit of adrenaline and energy she had into her long, striding leaps. The pigeons were amassing even more. The scratches getting stronger, deeper. She could feel the warmth and trickle of blood running down her back, its seductive feel confusing her cause for escape.
Reaching her destination, barely with any remaining energy, she swung open the door enough for her, and only her, to slide in. Once inside, she tightly slammed it shut as hundreds of pigeons slammed into its thick glass, scratching at its glazing. However, as fast as they had appeared, the onslaught of her hunters disappeared without a trace, as if turning invisible. As if maybe... they weren't even there to begin with.
Releasing a deep breath, Viktoria kneeled to the ground, reeling from the pain in her back. The warmth of the blood, its tickling trickle blending pleasure with pain reminded her that this was not an illusion.
"It is no use human, there is no escape", murmured a raspy voice from behind her.
Viktoria spun around, in lightning speed. Her eyes locked onto a solitary pigeon. It stood on the floor just feet away from her, inside the building. Majestically thrusting its chest, legs firmly planted, and head cocked to the side as its deep red eyes stared into hers.
"My precious, your time has come. You must pay a visit to the Master, he is expecting you.", the solitary avian said, eyeing her smooth skin.
"Fuck you bird", she responded, leaping to her feet and lunging towards the pigeon.
She didn't even have to take the time to think that even though the pigeons were defying all logic, one pigeon alone could not pose a threat. She raced towards it, ready to punt it like a football. But her legs weightened. Her muscles froze. The charged beauty collapsed to the ground, her mind clear, but her body frozen... as if physically hypnotized.
"Like I said, my precious, it's no use", the pigeon chuckled.
If a beak could smile, Viktoria saw it. The pigeon clearly had powers unanticipated.
"Come", it said as he turned around and walked down the hallway.
Without even thinking, she raised to her feet and followed. She tried as hard as she could to resist, but her body was governed by a force. She had lost control of her movements. The beautiful brunette followed in trance, as the pigeon led her along the shiny white marble floors of the office building, towards her destination.
Stopping at a large oaken door, the pigeon looked at her. "The Master will be extremely pleased", he grimaced, scanning her body with his deep red eyes.
"You see", he added, "Your flesh is special. Supple, and smooth with a sheen and lure of perfection".
"What will he do with me?" Viktoria asked, drained of her fight and succumb to domination.
But the pigeon did not answer. Instead, he raised his wing and motioned it in a circular arch. The oak doors creeked open revealing a dark room lit by hundreds, possibly even thousands of candles. Without even hesitating, she walked inside.
The room felt warm. A comforting feeling. All the pain in her back was gone. Her energy felt fully renewed yet she had no desire to run away. Something pulled her. A powerful force. A lust brewed within her like no other pleasure she had felt before.
"Come closer", a deep voice said, "Come to your Master", it resonated deep like velvet.
She could see the outline of a figure standing at the far end of the room. Cast in dancing shadows of flickering candlelight. Her eyes were having trouble focusing, the pleasurable sensations rushing through her body was making it hard for her to concentrate. She continued to motion towards the voice, towards the figure, towards her Master.
"Yes, come closer", he said, as the beautiful girl advanced, thrusting her hips from side to side, seductively swaying her pelvis in rhythm.
Arriving just a few feet from him, Viktoria was struck in awe at his presence. She was being controlled, she could feel it. But she enjoyed it. She wanted it. Nothing else mattered now.
"Now, remove your clothing for me", he said, a tone of sin in his voice.
Viktoria slowly pulled her shirt off, its fabric catching on her hard nipples. Her breasts exposed, she felt her passion rise. She grabbed them, and massaged them for him. Rubbing them together and teasing herself as she stroked her fingertips across her chest. She then reached down, and unbuttoned her pants. Slowly sliding her jeans down her waist, one inch at a time, edging them along her sexy hipline then down her long sleek legs until they were completely off. She ran her hands along her inner thighs, moaning in pleasure. Reaching for the waistline of her panties, she slowly pulled them down, exposing her wet pussy. Her eyes wide, and expression of submission in its purity.
She stood before her Master completely naked and completely under his control. He began to approach her, his dark eyes striking a lust within her beyond imaginations of gods. Without even thinking she dropped to her knees and lay on the floor, her back to the ceiling.
"That's right my love", the Master said, as he climbed on her back. "It is time for your ultimate pleasure."
* * * * *
"Wake up Vic", as a shoulder prodded her.
Viktoria's eyes opened. Adjusting to the light, she quickly snapped upright figuring out where she was.
School.
"I know you're tired from studying, but you really should finish your exam", the teacher said as he passed by her.
She shook her head, as memories of her dream flooded her mind.
"Now that was fucking odd", she said to herself, picking up her pencil and trying to refocus her thoughts on the exam sheet that lay in front of her. She looked around the class. Everyone was diligently filling in their bubble sheets, the scratching sounds of pencils rekindling the visions of pigeons scratching her flesh... or perhaps the catalyst of her dream.
She leaned forward and began to read the next question. But the words became jumbled nonsense. She tried again, but they just wouldn't make sense. Vic shook her head, trying to get the dream out of her mind. It was a dream... right?
"Hello my precious", whispered a voice. Not really coming from anywhere, more so from everywhere.
Vic glanced around the classroom. Who was teasing her? She cast her eyes on everyone, but they were all busy scratching pencil to paper.
"Over here", the whisper said.
She turned her head and glanced outside the window.
A lone pigeon sitting on the window sill was staring at her.
It's red eyes peered deep into hers.
But just for a moment, before it turned to fly away...