Part 3: Drum Jam

“Man, say it isn’t so Coral! Dammit!” Duane said the words our loud as his truck rumbled to a stop near the gates of Negelgutt on Bogforest Road. Winter had fully embraced the swampy woods. He could see the ruins of the mansion in the distance across the grounds, sheathed in white crystalline snow. It was getting near evening and darkness was growing ever so slowly in the wintery air.

Duane was frustrated and disappointed. He had thought his first one on one meeting with Coral had gone well at Green Thumbs Cafe in town but this ... she wasn’t just standing him up but had also tricked him into wasting his time by driving way out in the country for no reason. It was a shitty thing to do. He pulled out his phone and started texting the young lady when he heard her voice behind him.

“Hello Duane! I’m glad you could make it.”

Duane whirled around and almost jumped up in surprise.

It was Coral. She was standing behind him though how she had gotten there was an open question. She certainly wasn’t dressed for the weather. The girl was standing in the snow wearing shiny black thigh high boots. Her shapely, delicate form was covered in the black lace of a strappy babydoll. Duane could see the tempting shapes of her nipples and saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Coral’s nails were very long and colored a deep, almost purplish red. Her earrings glittered with silver and rhinestones in the cold air. A gentle, almost playful smile was upon her deep wine colored lips. Her hair was dark and curly framing her face and falling to her shoulders. A broad witches hat was atop her head.

The girl was wearing a dark choker with a crystalline heart upon it. A long, velvet cloak the color of night was draped around her shoulders, perhaps pulled against her form tighter than usual against the cold but then there was no way she could be out here dressed like this without freezing. The unreality of the situation washed over Duane but ... she was here. She was real.

“I ... I ... sorry, I thought you had stood me up ... damn...” stammered Duane.

Coral smiled. “I’m sorry I was a bit late.”

“So ... you live out here?”

“Yes,” said Coral stepping closer. “Me and my sisters and one brother.”

“Where? There’s nothing out here?” asked Duane. His mind was swimming. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“You ask too many questions,” said Coral. “Let me take you to a safe place.” She smiled at Duane and suddenly the sky behind her became stormy and he was somewhere else.

Duane found himself standing in a bedroom, completely naked. The ambiance of the room was plain yet somehow seemed older, almost like something one would see in a turn of the century movie set. The bed in front of him was large with four posts and a canopy. What was on the bed gave him pause as well.

He recognized the girl from Jazzara. She was the blonde ... Anna. He remembered that her name was Anna. She was kneeling on the sheets of the bed, her bottom resting upon her legs. She was wearing black platform heels and was naked, except for a latex waist clincher strapped tightly around her mid-section.

Her smooth alabaster skin seemed to shimmer with some sort of lotion or oil. Anna’s long hair tumbled almost to her back. She was looking down demurely and her hands were clasped obediently in front of her but the hint of a mischievous smile was upon her lacquered lips. Anna was not an unwilling participant; she was prepared to enjoy herself.

Duane heard Coral’s voice behind him again and felt the sexual electricity of her touch on his back a moment later. “This is a much better place for us to spend some time Duane, wouldn’t you agree?” she said.

“Definitely,” stammered Duane.

Coral walked to his side, gently running her hand up and down his arm. Duane felt his dick rise to the occasion. He realized that Coral’s cloak and hat were gone and that she was now holding a small riding crop.

“Hey, Coral, baby, I’m down right now,” said Duane. “But whipping ... I don’t really roll that way. I’m all good with trying it someday ... maybe but-”

“Oh, it’s not for you. It’s for her. I thought we would have more fun with a little white plaything this evening. Why don’t you join her on the bed?”

Duane smiled and got on the bed, moving behind Anna, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. Coral took front and center, holding the riding crop under Anna’s chin. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you be touched by a man,” Coral hissed at the blonde girl.

Duane took the opportunity to gently start kissing and nuzzling Anna’s neck. He was rock hard at this point. He could feel the smooth curve of her ass with his dick.

Anna moaned softly. “Yes, I am grateful. Thank you Mistress,” she purred.

“What is your most sensitive area right now!” demanded Coral.