Disclaimer: All persons in this work of fiction are over the age of legal consent(18). Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Taming the Two
The waves crashed toward the shore, breaking the reticence of the moment, he felt the icy water touch his feet as he stood looking aimlessly across the ocean. The beach was empty, not another soul could be seen for miles, he liked it this way, he liked the seclusion, the peace, it gave him time to think, time to plan and plot his next move. He moved slowly into the sea, barely feeling the cold water envelope his naked, shivering body, he sank low, leaving only his head exposed.
Joham's life could only be defined as problematic, he had been a struggling entrepreneur for years and this frustrated him immensely bringing him to the point he was at now, the point of no return, pure desperation had engulfed his mind and his actions showed it. Beneath the water, he was at peace, the smooth transition of the waves released his fatigue and massaged the stresses of his life away, slowly he closed his eyes to meditate.
He never heard or saw the small red Toyota drive across the sand, and was utterly shocked by the two women setting up a picnic on his beach. This could not be happening, he thought, not on my turf, not in my sacred place, they had to go, go or feel his wrath. He watched as they finished there tasks, giggling and jumping around like the teenagers they seemed to be, clad only in bikini bottoms and topless on his beach, there insolence helped him make up his mind.
Joham walked towards the shore, the parting of the water only noticeable by gentle ripples, his hard chest showed with copper-coloured hair slicked against it, his trim waist showed, then his hips and the top of his pelvis, then his dick, shrivelled from the cold yet hanging impressively in front of him. Water drained from his torso as he exited the sea and his feet touched dry sand a mere twelve feet away from the teens but they didn't even notice as he walked to the utility hut stationed close by. He prepared the room for his plan and equipped himself with what he needed, his recent lifestyle had warped his mind and he felt nothing as he made up the cot, knowing that the sheets would soon be off anyway.
The sound of music could be heard clear across the beach and it didn't take long before a knock was heard on the door of the hut, Joham opened the door naked and fully erect, the thought of what he was about to do sent chills through his body. Melanie and Brie, looked at each other in amazement, they'd heard the music and came to investigate, "I thought we were alone" said Brie staring at the massive tool with the fist like head protruding from the man in front of them. He examined them closely, with an unbroken stare, creating his link, securing his charm and with a single movement he swung his arm upwards and both girls dropped to the ground, limp and unconscious.
She screamed as his tongue touched her clit, she could not help but grab his head, he paid special attention to the nub of her clit and her body trembled as all thoughts of escape left her. This was the third day of this, and Brie was drained, each day was the same, they were under his spell, the spell of his magical tongue. They willingly stayed, willingly opened up to the control of a man whose name they didn't even know.
This was the tenth time Joham had used his powers, but this time he used it not to gain control of a business, not to make someone jump from a building, not to control the outcome of an event but he used it for his own pleasure. In his mind these girls had violated the solemnity of his place and for this they had to pay.
