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  They started gently enough. I didn’t even flinch when the heavy leather flogger pelted over my ass. I lost count. Twenty, thirty strokes? My cheeks got warmer with each hit. I could feel my nipples harden as two mouths simultaneously licked and sucked them. The chemistry in my brain began to alter as endorphins rose to the challenge of keeping me happy.

  “Come on, bring it on you spineless lot,” my voice cried out.

  “OK, so you want the big guns, do you?” Twister asked, mockingly.

  “Get on with it,” came the reply. “You got nothing better than a flogger?”

  “Oh, yes, we can do better,” Zero added, scraping his nails down my spine, punctuating with a hard slap on my buttock as someone twisted my nipples just enough to make me squeal.

  Melody was naked. I could feel her breasts rubbing against my skin as she deliberately wrapped herself around me from behind, grabbing and massaging my tits, biting my neck and nuzzling my ear. Her fingers reached between my legs and one finger ran over my clit. I gasped. “Tonight, lover, we’re going to beat it out of you.”

  “Beat what?” my voice said.

  I heard Mel laugh.

  We’d already decided how to work this, to find out what Adolpha wanted. The higher you go, the more likely it is you’ll be forthcoming. So we’d reckoned the best way to get information from this invader was to get me, and therefore her, so high she’d talk.

  I knew she was there, I knew she was trying to call the shots. She seemed to be holding back, though, and I couldn’t work out what her motives or intentions were.

  Then I heard a crrrack! I knew that sound. The whip. The 10-foot monster of a stinging whip that Twister had spent a long time perfecting the use of. He could take a pencil out of your mouth with that thing. He could also leave some very hefty marks on skin with it, so I knew what was coming. I steeled myself for it.

  But they knew that. Mel was in front of me now. She stroked my hair as she fondled my ass and kissed me, pressing her tits against mine. Someone else rubbed against my back. I guessed from the smooth skin and smooth chin it was Scorpion. His hand was between my legs, cupping my mound, pressing just enough to make my clit pay attention, and forcing my legs a little farther apart.

  I yielded to the attention, melted into the bliss of so much skin to skin contact. Of course, that’s what they wanted. They backed off gently. And before I knew it: CRRRACK!

  “Agghh,” I cried, twisting my torso in the ropes as the first, searing stripe hit my ass. Streams of pain messages raced to my brain. My chest heaved as I regained composure.

  “Best you can do?” my voice cried.

  Crrrack! Crrrack! The next strokes came in quick succession. With no chance to get my breath back, I almost lost my balance, and instinctively gripped the ropes binding my wrists. The sting of a crop between my legs forced them wider apart than before. My honey flowed.

  Smooth hands caressed my buttocks, easing the searing heat emanating from the wheals Twister had raised on my soft, pale flesh. No doubt he’d be proud of those later! I could feel her frustration. She wanted more pain. If I’m honest, so did I.

  “That it?” my voice said.

  “No,” came the reply. It was Scorpion. “Now my turn.”

  Scorpion could be quite the sadist. I could feel his breath on my skin, warm in contrast to the cool of the night air. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his mouth on my nipples. They paid attention immediately. The message got through to my cunt, now drenched and open, exposed in the night air and twitching with every touch of my body.

  Burning sensations ripped through my nipples, soared to my brain and raced down to my clit. He was biting them! The feeling became even more intense as cold, hard steel replaced his mouth and teeth. The clamps were tight, trapping my nipples in their jaws, forcing me to concentrate hard on not screaming. I let out a loud groan as he attached weights to them.

  “You asked for it, lady,” he said coldly.

  Scorpion knew me so well. That tone was such a turn-on! Deep breath. And another. She was relishing this! So was I, strangely. It was as though we were sharing the pain and pleasure. As my breathing helped me adjust to the intense sensations in my tits, my mind drifted, began to soar. They were watching me for that. Twister knew when I was ready for more.

  CRRRACK!

  “Yeowww!!!” I screamed as the whip lashed my ass and the nipple clamps swayed, pulling on my tits. He waited until I was still again. Crrrack! And again. I gasped as the pain took me higher.

  “One more, lady, and we’ll see if you’ve earned a kiss. Or a fuck, or another three lashes. No screaming, no moving.”

  I braced myself. One more would be quite enough.

  “Oh, don’t be such a wimp, give me all you’ve got. Three? Is that how high you can count?” I heard my voice say. I tried to tell them to ignore that. I tried in vain.

  “Huh, so that’s how it is, lady,” Twister retorted. “You want it, you’ll get it.”

  Crrrack! I didn’t move. I wanted to. I wanted to twist my body away. But that would have made the clamps sway, pulling hard on my nipples with those weights. I didn’t make a sound, either. I opened my mouth to, but no sound came out. My voice wouldn’t work!

  Crrrack! Converging signals from every nerve ending in every fraction of skin lashed by the whip burned messages to my brain. And to my clit. Juices dribbled down my inner thigh.

  “Look at her,” Melody said, running her finger through the moisture. She put the finger in my mouth. “Good, slut? Does that taste good?”

  I could only nod. I did taste good. My mind was spinning. Pain, pleasure, turn on, fear, all mixed up together with the thought that I couldn’t speak. They hadn’t realised yet, but I couldn’t.

  Crrrack! I jolted and stamped my foot, but it only caused the clamps to sway. I bit my lip, breathing hard, tears appearing on my cheek. Warm hands soothed my buttocks, lips and tongues nuzzled at my still-clamped nipples. My head flew. Then I felt or heard her laugh. I don’t think they did. It must have been in my head. I knew what was coming next. Clamps that go on have to come off.

  As blood returned to my left nipple I howled. She couldn’t stop me. A warm mouth eased the sharp, knife-like feeling shooting through my delicate flesh, converting it into the wildest high I’ve had in a long time. Then the right one. Again, I flew higher as another mouth licked and gently sucked until I was...

  After that, things got hazy. My knees suddenly didn’t want to hold me up. I felt arms supporting me while the ropes were untied and the blindfold removed. They let me down carefully, Melody kissing and touching me the whole time. Now I was on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, laughing hysterically. I was delirious. Adolpha was furious.

  When I next realised what was going on, Twister was fucking me. Gentle and slow, tender and warm, his cock moved inside me as he kissed and caressed my bruised body. Nuzzling my tender, sensitive nipples, he brought me slowly and carefully to orgasm once again. But she was still there. She wanted more pain. Is that it? That all you can manage? Wuss. Wimp. I thought you’d be up for more than that!

  “What?” Twister said. “What are you mumbling?”

  I opened my mouth, trying to tell him she was still here, but the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t hear myself speak! It took them a while to realise something was wrong.

  It was Melody who finally got it. “She’s still possessed, Twister. I bet you. Look at her eyes.”

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  I opened my eyes. She stared out at Twister, still angry.

  “That’s not my girl,” I heard him say. “Stella, come on. Come back here.”

  I could see him, could hear him, but I couldn’t respond. I began to panic. He must have seen it in my eyes. I could see panic in his.

  “OK, Melody, get her a hot drink and some food. Scorpion, Zero, bowl of water and salt please.”
Water and salt: traditional pagan tools for protection. When we worked, we created the working circle by marking it out in those substances.

  She didn’t like that idea, oh no. She wasn’t going to leave if she could help it. I could feel her anger and frustration. Now I realised she wasn’t the kind of spirit we’d really wanted to invite at the start of all this, and she was scaring me. Much as I like being scared during a scene, this was plain frightening. I could feel my heart racing, wanted to get up and run, but I still couldn’t move. Twister held me and waited. It would take a few minutes for them to get the stuff from the dome and bring it down to the tree. I was helpless in his arms.

  Suddenly I felt a sprinkle of water hit my face and head. I gasped, cried out. “Twister! Hold me. I’m scared!”

  “She’s back. Where’s that drink, Melody?” he called. In seconds he sat me up, fed me tea and a biscuit. I shook and cried, but she had gone, and I was back in my body.

  “Stella’s grounded,” he sighed, hugging me and holding me as I sipped the warm liquid, grateful to be whole again.

  Chapter 5

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  Raising Cane

  Next morning, we all got together to discuss what had gone wrong. I’d had time to recover and think. Twister had had time to worry. This was serious. I now understood this possessor. She had been so into her BDSM when she was alive it had become an obsession, and she’d died prematurely at only thirty-five. In her prime! Now she was trying to make up for what she’d lost, and she wanted my body to do it in. No way! I couldn’t deal with that! We had to make sure she’d leave and not come back. But how?

  “Stay away from trance for a while?” Twister said.

  “How the hell do we do that?” I asked. “I can’t avoid trance work when it’s such a big help for healing,” I replied. “And anyway, who’s to say she won’t just hang around until next time. Who knows what time does or doesn’t mean to her? She’s waited years to find someone compatible, so why should she give up so easily?”

  “Maybe we have to negotiate with her. Give her a chance to tell us what she wants and work with her. She needs to move on. She’s stuck.”

  I thought about that. We knew from past work with spirits that they could sometimes get stuck in their last obsession when alive. Adolpha seemed to have done just that.

  “What if we get her back here and let her have her swan song, let her finish whatever it was she left undone? There’s bound to be something that she’s held onto to be this persistent,” Scorpion said.

  Twister grimaced. “I don’t know. That puts Stella in danger again.”

  Zero had been very quiet until now.

  “If we do that, we’ll have to put all the safety we know in place. No messing. No distractions. I’m really worried for Stella. I’ve seen this before. This possession. If we don’t clear it before we leave, she could follow, haunt you if you will.”

  I shuddered, and not with excitement this time. With fear. In all the time I’d worked with spirits, I’d never encountered this kind of problem. All my previous experience had been with loved ones that had passed on and simply wanted to get messages back to those they’d left behind. They were right, though. We had to sort this out before we left the site. The last thing I needed was some she-wolf of a spirit hanging around to take over when she felt like it.

  Finally we agreed. I needed time to recover and, as we had another week there, we’d chill for a few days. In that time, we could plan for as many eventualities as possible to keep me safe. Time flew. We spent days in the sun, nights round the fire with the other campers, gathered all the strength we could and arranged to meet back in the dome when we all felt ready to go for it, which turned out to be four days later.

  Preparation was meticulous. Twister and Zero had water, salt and food ready. Melody and Scorpion gathered herbs deemed healing and protective. They all spent a long time in meditation asking for support from their own spirit guides. We cleared the dome of obstructions, ensured everything we might need was to hand and we informed the camp organisers what we were doing, so we wouldn’t have any interruptions. They offered to drum for us and be available should we need them.

  So we went for it.

  Here I was again. Naked, exposed, at their mercy, but hopefully not hers this time. We planned to talk to her first. Circle set, protection in place, Twister would start the ball rolling. I heard the drumming lulling me, rocking me into submission. But I knew this time I had to be prepared.

  “Adolpha, join us please.”

  The reaction was almost instant. I felt her move me aside. I let her. They needed to get to her, and I didn’t want to be in the way.

  “She’s perfect,” I heard my voice say.

  “What do you mean, Adolpha?” Twister asked.

  “She’s like me. She loves it!”

  “She’s not, Adolpha. She has a life outside of this. She has a job and other things going on.”

  “She’s mine now!”

  “No, Adolpha, you can’t have her. We can help you. We can help you move on.”

  “Move on? What do you mean? I like it here!”

  I heard Zero then. “Adolpha, you are stuck. Over fifty years have passed since you left your own body. You should be at peace now, with your loved ones.”

  “But it’s playtime. I’m not stuck. I’m here to play.”

  “You’re stuck because you haven’t realised how much better it is to move on. When you do, you won’t want to come back to earthly pleasure. What you can have if you let go and seek your own destiny is far superior! Who was your partner?”

  I felt her pain then. A gaping hole in her heart. “Ulric!” she cried. “Where’s my wolf?”

  “We’ll help you find him,” Zero said. “He’s waiting for you somewhere.”

  “Ulric. Means wolf power. They must have been quite a powerful team,” Melody said.

  Adolpha seemed to accept that. I could kind of feel her thoughts. She had forgotten. She’d gotten so lost all she could remember was that this was what gave her pleasure. One of the most deep-seated centres of the brain, despite her not having a physical one any more, was what she had retained and remembered. Her death had been sudden, unexpected and had shocked her so much she’d blocked it and could only remember pleasure. Now pleasure had to help her remember and let go.

  “You can stay and play tonight, and we’ll help you find him. Then you have to leave, let Stella have her body to herself.”

  She acquiesced. Her sorrow was palpable. Her confusion showed in my eyes.

  “Stella, stay firm,” Twister said. I could hear the determination in his voice. It gave me strength.

  They strung me up, spread-eagled. I closed my eyes. She relished every moment, anticipating the play to come, not yet understanding what we were hoping to do.

  Tenderly, Twister began teasing. Tiny slivers of sensation tingled along my spine. It was the pinwheel, I knew. It awoke every nerve it prickled over, the accumulating sensations converging and arousing my body. He ran it down my chest, over my nipples and then slowly over my belly to my pubic bone. Adolpha grew impatient. This was too gentle for her. She wriggled. “Come on, wimps!”

  Twister ignored her this time. He continued to tease, stroking my thighs, tingling my skin. I felt myself getting moist, starting to enjoy. Melody stroked my back, her fingers dragging nails gently down over my buttocks, pressing her warm, soft breasts against my back, nuzzling my neck. Quivers of bliss snaked through my body down to the languid pool of delight forming in my pussy. I felt like I was melting.

  Adolpha grew irritated. “Give me some pain! You promised!”

  “OK, patience, Adolpha. We agreed but we have to take care of Stella too.”

  I was ready. I knew this time I could cope. I nodded to Twister, looking him straight in the eyes so he’d know it was me. He grinned, grabbed my hair and kissed m
e passionately, his tongue searching for mine. “OK, guys,” I heard him say.

  They all started at once. Four lovers, four sets of hands. Four kinds of torture. Reach for the stars! As the pinwheel ran over my whole body, creating anticipation everywhere, Scorpion picked up the riding crop, flicking it over my ass, first the left cheek, then the right and back again. Melody knelt before me. She had more intense pain in mind. As she applied the pegs to my labia, one by one, three down each side, my pussy began to burn. I sensed the openness, the wetness, the vulnerability of my cunt. I felt her warm breath on my swollen, helpless clit, poking out to greet her. She greeted it with her tongue. Gently gliding back and forth, it swelled even more. Ripples of ecstasy flowed through me. My ass stung as Scorpion continued with the crop. Twister augmented the level of sensation with a flogger, beating my breasts, raising my nipples until they stood like press studs, hard and ready. He responded by biting them, grazing them with his teeth.

  I cried out. Every part of me wanted to cum. But not yet. My nerve endings danced, my head flew and my heart pounded. I wriggled, unable to contain my excitement.

  “Oh, ho,” Twister responded.

  “Time for some real pain, girl,” he said.

  Melody pushed a finger inside, smacking my ass as she did. The pegs pulled at my pussy, pinching flashes of heat up to my brain. Adolpha revelled in it. Scorpion wielded the crop on my ass like a rider losing the race. Two fingers now stretched me a little further, then three. I gasped as pain and delight fired alternate synapses in my brain. Zero until now had only stroked, kissed and nibbled bits of me. Now he grabbed me roughly by the hair, kissed me full on and whispered in my ear.

  “This is it, lady.”

  Holding my head still, he pinched my nipple hard, really hard. I yelled. With pain or pleasure or both I don’t know. Melody pushed even harder now, her whole hand disappearing inside my dripping, eager chasm. The pegs dug deeper, my head flew higher and my body smouldered. Let me cum!

  “WHO WANTS ME?” I heard Zero boom suddenly. Too high to care, his voice seemed distant to me, the fire in my cunt keeping me on the edge.