Written in collaboration with Trey Gallant

Story 1: From whose bourne no traveler returns...

The rain lashed the windshield. Carl cursed as the engine began running rough. "Damn it, car, don't DO this to me!" Ever since he had gotten that bad tank of gas, contaminated with water and rust, his fuel lines had been clogging at unpredictable intervals. He peered through the sheets of falling water as the motor began to miss, looking for a place he could pull off the road. Less than 20 miles from the city, but there seemed to be no sign of civilization along the two-lane rural road. Wait. There was an entrance drive! He turned into the drive just as the car died, and coasted to a stop at the side of the pavement.

Carl sighed in frustration. The house was set back a long way from the road, and it was raining like a sonofagun. But there was no help for it, it was useless to wait here. He could only hope that the people in the stately home on the hill would let him in to call the auto club. He was going to get soaked as it was just walking up the drive.

He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by the time he rang the doorbell. Even if he hadn't been, the vision which greeted his eyes as the door opened would have left him speechless. She was tall and slender, yet voluptuously curved. She looked as if she had stepped out of a Milt Cantif illustration from 1940; the Dragon Lady from Terry and the Pirates, perhaps. She was fair, almost pale skinned, but with raven hair and dark mysterious eyes. She wore a black satin night gown, floor length, with a black satin robe, open down the front. Her hair was arranged in a manner not fashionable for fifty years, yet somehow entirely appropriate for her. She wore no lipstick, but her eyes were heavily made up, and her brows plucked to thin arches. He did a double take; her eyes were not made up: they had the appearance naturally that other women tried to imitate with makeup.

"Yes?" she said, after a pause. Carl came to himself with a start. He must have been staring at her for several seconds. She smiled with amusement.

"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of her drive, not sure if she could see it through the storm. "I wonder if I could use your 'phone to call the auto club?"

"They warn us that a single woman alone should not let a strange man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone. "And the traveler in distress is the most transparent ploy..." She had the hint of an accent, mysterious and unidentifiable. She didn't look in the least bit apprehensive.

"Yes, ma'am. This whole situation is right out of a B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then? Here is my membership card with my member number. Tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a gray..."

"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle impatiently. "I am in no danger from you, but you are likely to catch your death if you stand out in the rain any longer!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.

Carl did not hesitate, but quickly entered, glad to get out of the cold and wet. He found himself in an entrance hall, with a gleaming white tiled kitchen off to his left, and a living room/parlor before him. A darkened hall led off to the right. The living room was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in a white brick fireplace. Music was playing softly on a stereo system with powerful speakers; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line.

"You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet. Go into the kitchen and remove those wet things. I will bring you something to wear." She disappeared down the dark hall. Carl gratefully went into the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. Someone, it had to be his hostess, tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen door. She laughed, "Go on! Get undressed! I will not look. Dry off!"

Carl blushed, but disrobed and dried himself. Then he wrapped the towel around his body. It was almost big enough to serve as a toga. Just as he was finished tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, the mysterious beauty returned with a white terry cloth kimono. Coincidence? Or had she been watching, discretely? "Here," she said, not unsympathetically, handing him the robe. "Put this on. I will make you some tea and join you in the living room."

He donned the robe, and went into other room. While he was in the kitchen, the lights had been turned down, and the music had changed to something soft and dreamy, vaguely oriental sounding, very quiet but with a slow, pulsing bass. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," his hostess called from the kitchen. "I have turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of your body."

Carl sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions of the over stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of the room and the sensuous feel of the velvety pile coaxed him into relaxing. He put his head back, heeding the music's invitation to let go.

He must have closed his eyes for a moment, because the next thing he knew, his hostess was sitting beside him, one leg curled up under her so she was facing him. She held a faintly steaming mug, which she handed him with a smile. "Comfortable? Good. I want you to feel comfortable. Here, drink this."

He swallowed a gulp of the fluid, a herbal tea he judged by taste, somewhere between hot and warm. Almost immediately he felt its soothing effect spread through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the drenching he had gotten. He glanced at the woman over the rim. Her robe was open, and flowed behind her. The skirt of her gown was slit to the hip, and she was sitting in a posture that appeared calculated to open it and display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of the black satin gown was disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion, and smiled.

"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet amusement. "Finish your tea. Relax. I want you to feel comfortable."

"I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.

"It really is all right," she stated. "I want you to feel comfortable looking at me. Relax and feel free to look at me."

Carl blushed furiously. To put the best face on his confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She laughed musically and placed one hand on his thigh.

"No, truly! I would not dress like this unless I wanted men to look at me. I like having men look at me. I like having you look at me." She smiled and leaned her face in her other hand, resting that elbow on the back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued speaking. "You do enjoy looking at my breasts, do you not?" She did not remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his crotch.

"Er...yes, yes I admit I do," Carl replied nervously.

"Yes," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell you do," she went on, letting her fingers trail across his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage is getting you turned on. Do not be embarrassed. It happens all the time when I show men my breasts. I like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. I like it even better when he peeks up my skirt as you are doing. What is your name?" she said, abruptly changing the subject.

"Ah...huh? Oh, Carl." he stammered. "My name is Carl..."

"Carl." she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a comfortable name. You are comfortable here with me, aren't you, Carl?" She slipped her hand inside the robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his bare thigh.

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show just how disconcerted he really was. He tried to meet her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking down into the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.

"You are not telling me the truth," she smiled. "Relax, Carl. Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am wearing clothes that are designed to make you look at me. I think this negligee with its low neckline intimidates you. Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce you and take advantage of you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. We are all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you would become hopelessly aroused." Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you nervous because I could make you have sex with me against your will?"

"Yes...," Carl answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere.

"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so very easy to manipulate your mind to take advantage of you. But do not worry, Carl. Relax. I never make love to a man against his will. I do not take a man until I have gotten him very, very willing. If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it first. So make yourself comfortable, and just put those fears out of your mind."

"All right...," he murmured compliantly, even though some portion of his mind knew that he should not.

"I will help you to forget your fears. Just relax. You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist and unfastened the robe. She smiled a little, twisted smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his lap. She began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. "We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and listen carefully to everything I say."

"Uh, ma'am. You shouldn't... Please don't do that!"

"Why?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she replied. "Do you not like my hand there? Doing this?"

"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"

"I know. That is the point. Your manhood is already growing so big and strong! You are experiencing a surge of sexual energy."

"But..."

"Do not fight it. It is for your own good, Carl. You must be completely open with me. Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not my playing with your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell you?"

"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.

"Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as her hand on his cock slowly put him in a pleasant, dreamy mood. His eyelids drifted shut. He heard her voice, as if from far away, asking him questions: his name, where he lived, his friends and family, his job... He heard his voice answering. Eventually, exactly what she asked and what he replied became confused, meaningless. It became unimportant, impossible to follow anyhow in the hazy sensual fog that seemed to surround him, permeate him. Finally, he heard her say "Open your eyes, carl." It was odd, but somehow he could HEAR the lower case initial letter, turning his name into a diminutive.

Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open. She was sitting as before, gazing intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud enveloping him, making his head swim. He barely noticed that his robe was completely open, and the towel unwrapped. He did notice a curious lassitude. He could barely move. His head felt light and his body felt heavy and floating at the same time.

"What happened, Ma'am?" he asked. "And what IS your name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."

"You can call me Lilith, for now," she replied. "And what happened is what is continuing to happen, what I am going to continue to do." She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and erect.

"What are you doing to me, Lilith?" he pleaded, feeling helpless and confused.

"Do you not know, carl? You Americans have forgotten so much history and folk lore. It makes you so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips had become rosy and full. Not lipstick, he saw; her lips had changed color while he was...while his eyes were closed. "To begin with, I drugged you. The tea of course. You really should not accept food or drink from strangers, you know." He struggled to sit up; it was extraordinarily difficult, he was so dizzy. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him back down. She began to play with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am still doing, and cast a spell over you so. You would say I hypnotized you."

"But why?" Carl gasped.

"Why?" Lilith tossed her hair back. "Because I can. Because I feed off the sexual energy of men who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe, leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush body.

"Some kind of demon of lust," Carl answered, struggling to comprehend and resist what was going on.

"That is the medieval definition," Lilith responded scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you. According to your Prof. Gould, our two kinds must even have had a common ancestor in the distant past; I could even have your child. We will have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is how I feed, you know. I will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I will take you, and drain all that excess sexual power that I need. If I had not told you, you would not have noticed. You would just have a hazy memory of having enjoyed some amazing sex. Of course, you would have been completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would have recovered, none the wiser."

"Why are you telling me this, then?" Carl said. A chilling suspicion began to grow in the back of his mind.

"I need to draw on a man's sexual energy at frequent, regular intervals. Until he passed away, I had a slave who gave it to me several times a month. Since then, I have not been able to get it nearly often enough. It is dangerous to pick up a new lover every week. There are too many diseases out there now. And it is so hard to get good help these days. It takes a staff to run a house like this, you know." She ran her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "Now let me have my way with you. I will make you enjoy it so much that after only one night with me, you will become my private servant and devoted lover. You have what I need, and now I have you, carl. And I am going to make sure you enjoy serving and feeding me."

"Lilith!" he protested. "You can't do...I won't..."

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking ahold of his cock again and starting to rub it more vigorously, but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know what I can do to you, and what I have done to you. I am a succubus, and I have gotten inside your mind. After our little chat, I understand you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how to turn you on, carl, whether you want to be or not. Like most human men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to get your wish."

"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested. "I won't let you..."

"Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you screw me any time I want you to. And since I have not had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose from the couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely while I remove my gown." She shrugged her shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very excited. Having intercourse with me is part of the spell. I will put you into a trance that will make you do anything I say."

"I won't let you do that," he objected.

"Yes, you will. I am going to use a drug on you that will destroy your mind's defenses against my control, and permit me to do as I wish with you. It is a powerful drug that will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She moved back to the couch and knelt beside him.

"What drug?" Carl said skeptically. He seemed to be regaining some control of his speech and thoughts, enough to know he was in serious trouble. This woman might not be the creature of legend she claimed to be, but she was clearly very dangerous. However, voluntary control of his limbs was creeping back into his body, as the effects of the doped tea faded. If he could just stall her long enough...

Lilith laughed. "We succubae have been using it to make men succumb for eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it to him. But when a female of my kind offers a dose to a man, he cannot help taking it. You cannot help taking it. You will let me give it to you." She began stroking his penis again, with one hand, while she caressed his face, his shoulders and chest with the other. "Men let us drug them because you enjoy too much the way we administer it." She smiled triumphantly.

"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she teased, as she teased his cock with her supple fingers. "We give you the drug with our pussies, carl. I secrete a mind controlling hormone from between my legs. It is absorbed by your penis when you make love to me. It seeps into your blood and flows to your brain. It makes you do anything I say. You will like this drug. You love the way I drug you. You will come back for it often. You will have to keep coming back to me again and again for additional doses. Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to kiss my tits." She flaunted her bosom inches from his face. He could see her nipples, proudly erect, so close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on them."

A languor arose from her hand stroking his prick and spread through his body and mind, making further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand to the back of his neck and drew his face to her bust. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous bosom. His obedient mouth found her nipple.

"Ah... that is...so nice," the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with lust and hunger. "You do that very well. As I knew you would. I am getting such a lovely buzz on." She moved to straddle his lap. "I do not do this just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave you. I also have a voracious sexual appetite." She guided the head of his prick between her vaginal lips. "You have done very well. And now I am going to give you the reward you deserve and now long for." It felt to him as if her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her. "Best of all, you do not have to do a thing. Just lie back and let me do the work. Feel my pussy close around your cock. Feel it go up and down the shaft of your manhood. You like it like this. Up...and down, taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make you love it. It is so easy, carl. You like the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up...and down...up...and down...deeper and deeper... It is so relaxing, carl. You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."

"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure, but his instinct for self preservation resisted this soft assault on his autonomy. "You're trying to hypnotize me!"

"I am not just trying, carl. I am doing it again. I put you into a medium trance while we were talking right after you came in. I used post hypnotic suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually arouse. Now you are going under my spell again. Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under my control, the control that you will come to crave. Now be still and let me continue."

"No," he moaned vainly.

"Yes, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are getting weak, sinking into my power. You cannot stay awake. Close your eyes, my pet, and let me fuck you. You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my helpless, powerless slave. You will forget all about your former life. You will not need to think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, carl. Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and puts you to sleep...up...and down...fucks you...up...and down...putting you to sleep...up...and down...deeper...up...and down...puts you to sleep...fucks you to sleep...fucks you...to sleep..."

His consciousness narrowed to the incredible sensation in his loins. Her voice seemed to fade into a soft, soothing sound in the background. Slowly she rode him towards an orgasm. When it came, he felt as if it were being drawn out of him, rather than the bursting forth he was accustomed to. As he climaxed, he could sense her reaching out with her own energy field, the immaterial part of her enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, his elan vital, feeding on it, as her body fed on his cum. Then his mind dwindled to oblivion, like a spark dying away to darkness.

Story 2: Lilith

The wind and rain lashed the windows of the stately house on the hill in the country-side. Through the clamor of the storm, Lilith heard a car's engine begin to sputter and miss. Few could have caught the sound over the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing was more acute than an ordinary woman's. All her senses -- and urges -- were. And those senses informed her that the auto turned off the road into her driveway, and its motor died, leaving it to coast to a stop near her entrance gate.

She was not expecting any company. She had dressed for the evening en negligee', as the French used to say, suitable for a night alone. But also for a tete a tete, she smiled. Always be prepared. Her house was set back a long way from the road, and it was raining torrents. Out here, twenty miles from the city there were no near neighbors. There was no help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have to come up the drive to her door, and hope she would let him in to call for a tow truck. He was going to get soaked, walking that far. Or she? No, somehow she knew it would be a male, a young male. Her nerves tingled in expectation, and her hunger stirred. It would take him a few minutes to make his way here. More than enough time to prepare.

She opened her satin robe, black as her hair, exposing the shorter night gown of the same material. She appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark, mysterious; many women tried to imitate the effect with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosom was twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. This would do very well. Experience gave her confidence in her powers.

She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang. She let it ring a second time, then opened the door. She studied the young man standing there while her appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well made. His face was ruggedly strong rather than handsome. No little intelligence, and even more strength of character looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wetly plastered to his head; she could not judge the color. In spite of being miserably drenched and cold, he radiated vigor and vitality. She suppressed an urge to lick her lips. She could not have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her task easier... and more pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few seconds longer.