This is my story and is also published elsewhere.
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Night terror was what it was actually. She hid the darkness of fear through the persona of Sir. Immobilizing fear it was. Paralyzing. The dark held a grip on her that caused her soul to weep silently.
She inched her way a bit closer to the campfire and cautiously placed 2 more logs on the fire to help it pierce through the the curtain of dark that gripped her so tenaciously. As the logs responded to the flames licking, she became aware of voices in the shadows of the forest.
She recognized Sirs chuckle, but the others were foreign to her, and very muffled. She threw on more fuel with aggression. Red and yellow blue hues warmed her mind as the flames reached new heights. A calm started to sooth her as the fire accomplished the task of warming her soul and mind. The vodka shot was coursing her veins and it also was accomplishing it's purpose.
The panic was submitting to her will, and new strength encouraged her. Sir came into sight through the shadows of the trees, into the clearing where everyone had set their camp. Even though there were dozens of people around, her black fear ebbed back and forth. Faces coming and going out of view of darkness. Her mouth weeping with saliva and growing cotton dry. She tried to stand but her ankles would buckle under. Silent screams tore through her mind. Voices murmured in the dark. Jolly laughter tormented her soul.
Suddenly Sir stood before her. This was a part of why panic would course her veins. Things happened too suddenly in the dark for her to anticipate and react. His voice was able to soothe her and fed composure to her.
"We'll let the fire die down a bit" he said. "And I think some friends will join us a little later."
She could barely form the words as they sqeaked out..."what friends?" "Never mind" Sir said with a certainty she had learned not to defy. "You'll know when they get here".
Fires glow was ebbing. Shadows were even dying. Only the pitch of darkness. A faint rhythm could be heard above the sound of her own heart racing. It made her rock back and forth, occasionally her mind would pause and embrace it. The rhythm made her want to dance. Where was Sir anyway? Closer to the embers she scooted her ass. She drew her full length skirt up around her knees and opened her legs to feel the embers glow warm her inner thighs. Thud thud thud thud the rhythm pounded. The sound of lovers groaned in the background, a whelp of delight followed a slap slap slap against a flexed ass tightened in passions grip.
Where was her pleasure? She wondered. Fears fingers held her tightly to the tiny spot on the ground she had claimed as her own.
Murmurs in the trees. A flickering light. Gentle laughing and an indistinguishable female voice amongst the cauldron of sound in the trees.
Deep Deep darkness now - only a slight glow from the fires pit remained. Chills took over her arms and nipples. Where was Sir. Abandoned she felt. She could hear him faintly - she knew he was near, but what was he doing, who was he with? Who were these "friends"? Most importantly - why were they coming.
"Here put this on." Suddenly sir was standing right immediately in front of her. His cock just inches from her face. He was completely naked. His erection was telling her that he meant business. He was a powerful man, and when he was aroused, everything was aroused - heightened - flourished.
She recognized Sirs cock. She had been nourished by it many times. She recognized it better than his smile actually. She had gazed upon it, tasted it, loved it, gripped it, stroked it. She worshipped it, and would do anything for it.
