The Stone Bangle

Mike took Clare's hand as they walked down the High St in Stotwell, they felt a strange intimacy after the last two days. Clare was still wearing the stone bangle, although she had discovered that once outside, away from the thick stone walls of the converted church, the effects from it were waning considerably.

While wearing the bangle still gave her a deep insight into the feelings of others as they passed them, it didn't give her the power to enter their minds, or to hear the histories of any of the objects around her. In many ways this was a relief, while it was interesting to feel the histories of the objects in the museum, she wasn't sure that she could have coped with that level of mental stimulation as she walked through the town.

She glanced at Mike and was pleased that while she was holding his hand, she was still able to feel the warm glow of his arousal, of his attraction to her as they walked past the post office where the old crone worked. She remembered the threat that the woman had issued back at the museum to come with her friends and to finally destroy the bangle, and perhaps even the wearer. She knew that she really should be coming up with a plan on how to deal with the others should they arrive, but her knowledge of the bangle was so incomplete that she didn't really know where to start.

They arrived at the small stone cottage where Mike lived and he opened the door, it was cold inside, and Mike apologised as he let her through the small and messy lounge, the stone walls lined with strange oil paintings of fantasy scenes. She noticed more than one half naked woman sprinkled among the collection of witches, dwarves, and such like.

He ushered her up the tight steep wooden stairs into his bedroom which she was pleased to see looked spick and span, even the bedclothes look like they have been freshly changed. It rang an alarm bell as she thought that perhaps he been hoping to lure her back from the museum here all along. Well, she imagined to herself, I bet he never predicted the incident with the witch on the table.

'Erm... I hope I am not being presumptuous... I mean.... Bringing you up here... I mean after everything... I was hoping we could.' Mike looked at her a little nervously as they stood in the tight changing area in front of the bed, the thick wooden beams, dotted with wood worm were only just above his head as he looked down at her.

Clare grinned at him; it had also been in her mind that the first thing they were going to do was to finally enjoy their intimate pleasures in a real bed. She walked to him and touched his chin, ran her finger down it onto the sides of his worn jacket, then slipped it off his shoulders as she snuggled her body into his.

'Mike, you don't need to worry about that, you know that I want it, I wanted everything that we have done. I don't know how much you realised. You know of course that with the bangle on I can feel everything, that I can feel exactly how your body responds to my touch.' With that she looked into his eyes and pressed her breasts to his chest again, feeling his arousal tweak as she did so, feeling his cock twitch.

'But I owe you an explanation, so... when I am feeling you, I can. Well, I can't control you exactly, but I can help your mind make the right choices, I can encourage your actions so that we both have... well so we both have the nicest of times.' She explained as she played her body over his, revelling in the feelings it induced in her nipples and in his cock.

'So, Clare you mean, when I was there with you, when I suddenly found myself kissing you, and everything, that wasn't because I am actually the most seductive lover of all time, it was really because you were... encouraging me.' Mike grinned at her movements.

'Oh, don't be too disappointed Mike, I did want it, and feeling you, feeling how much you wanted it too just made me even more intent. You did a good job, and it's not many guys can say that they helped fuck a witch out of a possessed girl!' As she said this, she probed deeper into his mind, as she had already done back in the museum, felt his desire, his hardening cock and then imagined him undressing her.

He felt the urge again, just as he imagined it, he felt the almost irresistible urge to reach behind her, to undo the zip of the dress, then pull the shoulders off her white skin, admiring it as it slipped down her arms, exposing her breasts, the pretty pink nipples delicately encased in lace.

'That's you, isn't it, in my head.' He observed, not even the hint of irritation as he felt his hands moving as if they were the hands of a puppet, the strings dangling from above his head by a hidden puppeteer. He relaxed into the sensation, and let his hands move to her back, to the catch of the bra, unclipping it and letting it fall to expose her pretty b cup breasts, the areola already crinkled into a tight firm disk, hard.

He stood back and let the dress complete its fall to the floor, her knickers still a little damp, a dark patch at the meeting of her legs, from where she had rescued them from the floor of the museum and put them back on, her juices and his cum leaking from her abused body.

He made no effort to stop his hands moving to her knickers and then as he lowered himself to the floor he pulled them down, exposing her pussy to him, some of the goo from their pleasures in the museum still leaking from her shaved lips. He felt a compulsion to press her back onto the bed, and then to bury his mouth between her legs, opening her pussy lips with his mouth, tasting her and then licking her clit.

She felt the intense pleasure of his mouth on her clit, her arousal quickly reignited as she felt his mouth warm and wet on her lips, his mouth gripping the folds of her pussy, pressing between them, ringing her clit as it swelled under his enthusiastic devotions.

Clare wanted to share everything, like they had done in the museum but this time, just for the pleasure of sharing, of experiencing everything together. She relaxed and let her mind enter his, felt how it was for him to have his mouth between her legs, felt the sensations of his mouth, the way he tasted her as he licked, more intense flavours as he licked down to her opening, the dry almost lemony flavour of her juices as he let his tongue flick into her a little.

She opened her consciousness and felt in him for his, and then slowly let the two cloudlike beings merge, feeling his mind in hers, knowing that as they did so, he would be able to feel her physical response to his ministrations.

Suddenly for Mike, he felt the moment of their minds meeting as a huge expansion of his perceptions. Every time he licked Clare, every time he licked around her lips, over her clit, in addition to enjoying the sensations of her warm and wet body in his mouth, now he could feel how it was for her, the different levels of sensitivity, the way that rough movements sometimes felt too harsh, but then sometimes felt just right. The differing pressure levels that engender a whole rainbow of different feelings in her pussy and clit.

For the next few minutes they both lay there together, his tongue and lips moving over her pussy. Migrating from clit to opening, over her lips, sometimes licking up and down the cleft, sometimes swirling around the small firm nub of her clit.

They both shared their perceptions of it, her physical pleasures from his mouth on her body and the joy that he got from the ultimate intimacy of his face almost embedded in her most personal place

Her orgasm approached inexorably as his movements became more focused and steady. No longer roaming from opening to lips, just focused on her clit and he felt the moments of her increasing intoxication, enjoyed letting the waves of satisfaction approach and then wane as he slowed his licks.

She finally came, her orgasm exploding from her clit in a moment of perfect ecstasy. She screamed out but his body was wracked with the same pleasure as they both experienced the moment together.

Afterwards, they lay there together, feeling her body relaxing from the highs of the orgasm. She was panting a little, her breasts glazed in a sheen of sweat, his face wet with her juices. He moved up and kissed her, all able to feel the way her mouth tasted her juices from his lips.

They both immediately became aware of the raging hard erection that he now has as he lay next to her. Clare experienced the intense desire of a guy that he feels as his cock demands physical attention.

Without hesitation, she knelt up and then moved her leg over his hips, opening her pink and puffy lips, seeing her glistening opening just over the head of his cock. For a second she hesitated with the head just at her lips, feeling the insistent pressing of it as it slid over her slit.

The feeling that they both experienced as she pressed her hips down was like nothing they had felt before. Both of them feeling the sensations in his cock head as it entered her silky wet inner walls, feeling the way she felt opened and entered, they both moaned and breathed in, finally able to savour every sensation from the joining of their bodies and minds.

Then they fucked with wilful abandon, using their bodies to pleasure one another, each taking the lead for a minute, moving her body over his, sometimes pressing her breasts to his chest, sometimes leaning right back to present her breasts and open lips for him to see.

Clare felt the pleasures that he experienced from seeing her, the way the lust of seeing her naked body enhanced his physical feeling. Mike felt into her mind and tailored the angles that his cock entered her to stimulate her inner walls, seeking out the different sensations.

He moved his fingers to her clit as they fucked, and she slowed her movements to allow his cock to savour the feelings. She could feel his cum rising in his cock ready for her, he could sense her body and the approaching joy

Between them then sensed their orgasms approaching and then finally let them erupt in a moment of physical union, his cock filling her with seed at the moment her orgasm exploded from her clit, down through her pussy, ass and legs. Her pussy spasming, gripping him finally, the sensation perfected between them.

They finally stopped, her body knelt over him, his cock still embedded deep into her. They were both panting, hot, faces red and smiling. Her hair matted over her forehead.

'Fuck that was amazing Mike.' Clare whispered.

'It was like nothing I have ever felt before Clare.' Mike agreed as he gently lowered her to the side and helped her snuggle into his strong arms and chest.

'I don't know what trouble this bangle is going to cause with that witch and her friends but I can tell you that it was worth it just for that moment. Fuck I have never felt anything like that before.' Clare observed in a thrilled whisper.

They spent an hour or two laying there in his bed, naked, chatting and slowly becoming more and more acquainted with each other, hearing their thoughts and dreams, histories, and legends. Clare lay on the bed, her legs splayed open, showing herself to him in a way that she knew to be indecent and arousing.

They suddenly realised how hungry they both were and dressed and then went downstairs where Mike demonstrated his ability to cook an omelette that both surprised and satisfied Clare. She sat at the table in his kitchen wearing her dress, the bangle still clamped around her wrist, feeding her an insight into the people and objects around her. Her mind had become used to the feelings that it engendered in her mind and developed her ability to focus the attention.

As they finished the meal and the Clare was tidying away the plates and the frying pan, she became aware of a new feeling in her wrist and then in her mind. It felt like a probing, like a searchlight running around the room, searching for something. Of course, she knew exactly what it was that was being looked for, it was her, it was the bangle, and the people looking were undoubtedly the old woman and quite possibly her friends.

Clare closed her mind to the probing, she realised that she could almost imagine walls around her mind and that the bangle constructed them, she could feel the probing being rebuffed by her newly conceived defences and she felt a gleam of smugness that she was starting to learn more of the powers that were at her fingertips.

'Mike, they are coming for us, well for me, for the bangle. I can feel them, I can feel them looking for me, for the bangle...' Clare exclaimed suddenly, her eyes blazing with a newfound terror.

'You mean you can feel them through the bangle, where are they? Are they close?' Mike replied, his face sharing her fears.

Clare tried to feel for them, to ask the bangle where the other bangles were, the other people were but she just got back a general feeling of many things moving around her, circling like a pack of wolves.

'I don't know but I can tell there are more than one, perhaps three, and they must be close, must be all around us.' She looked out the window scanning the road for the old woman, saw a mum out with her son on a bike but presumed that whoever was looking for her wouldn't look like that.

'What do you think we should do, where should we go? Do you think we can hide somewhere?' Clare inquired, thinking back over the texts of the papers she had read for any information about anything.

'I don't know, do you think it would be better back in the museum, in the old, converted church, do you think that would be safer, it has thick heavy doors, solid walls.' Mike replied, thinking furiously.

'No... I think we need something else, something related to the bangle, I don't think the church is related to it.' Clare whispered back, her mind racing as she felt the bangle twitch again, another strong wave of almost magnetic pulsing moving up her arm.

'In one of the papers, there was a mention of a circle, of them using the bangle for some event on the summer solstice... How it was like somehow special.' Clare continued, desperate now.

'Well, you know, we recently discovered this old stone circle, back up on the ridge behind the old mill, like it must have been there for hundreds of years, perhaps thousands, maybe that is what they mean. I mean it is only like five smaller stones around a central stone plinth, it used to all be covered in brambles and nettles, but we had it cleared a while back, maybe we could go there.' Mike expanded upon the recent discovery.

As soon as Clare heard the details of the stone circle, she felt a jolt of excitement, the bangle twitched, and she felt it warming on her wrist.

'Yes... Mike that's it, I can feel it, take me there... I don't know if we will manage to get passed the other black bangle wearers, but we must try it. There is no point us waiting here, let's go there and see what happens.' Clare replied, her confidence growing.

'Come on, let's go out the back door, I have a moped, it won't like being driven up the muddy path, but it will be the quickest way from here.'

They piled out the back door, and as she left the old stone building, she felt the probing from the other bangles so much stronger, felt them casting around, looking for her. She imagined the walls on the bangle higher and stronger, impermeable to the searches that she felt all around her.

Mike handed her an open face crash helmet, and she pulled herself tight behind him on the moped, Clare felt a little lightheaded as the moped pulled away from the house, and Mike gunned the engine as he turned it up a wide gravel track, leading steeper and steeper. The wheels of the moped throwing stones up in a hailstorm behind him as it fought for grip.

Clare could feel the power of the other bangles stronger now; she realised that despite everything they must be able to detect her, she could feel them grouping together, they were hunting her now, together. Even though they were escaping the town, she could feel the strength of their attentions growing as they homed in on her.

The moped pulled up at the top of the hill, the tyres sliding on the soft mud and Clare looked around. She had never been up here on the top of this hill, it must have been opened up since she left the village, but from here you could see all around the area, down to the river and the mill, over to the cemetery. She realised that in the distance she could see three figures walking side by side, coming towards them.

Instinctively she knew that these were the other women, wearing the black bangles, hunting her, she could feel them as a dark cloud moving towards her, feel the threat, feel them closing and strengthening. She wondered how on earth she would be able to resist them if this was how it felt while they were far away.

They continued up the path for a minute until they came to the stone circle Mike had mentioned, the central plinth with the five stones around it, each one perhaps three metres from the dirty moss-covered light stone plinth.

As she approached the central plinth, the bangle on her wrist was warming almost buzzing and she felt the effect of the other black bangles lessening, her mind clearing. She got to the plinth, perhaps a metre high, two metres on each side. She leaned on it, and felt the power of the bangle amplified, felt her mind able to look out over the village. Just as she had felt any object in the museum, now she could look out over the village and feel all the things, all the people to the horizon.

She looked down and saw a glimpse of the others closing, at the bottom of the hill now, closing, hounding her, although now she knew that they too felt her powers growing.

'Mike, I think this circle is like... I don't know maybe it works like some kind of microphone. I feel... like it is somehow making the bangle louder, more powerful.' Clare explained. She lay back onto the stone, felt it almost buzzing with her, where her skin touched the stone she felt the power coursing from the bangle down through her body into the stone plinth, and then from there out into the other five stones.

Clare was starting to feel that the plinth and the stone circle was becoming part of her body, she could sense all of them, could think back to old times, to times when others had lain there, she imagined them, women naked as the sun rose on the summer solstice, and she knew that feeling the stone on her skin was an important part of the process.

Just as she realised this final part of the puzzle, her mind was invaded by a flash, and she felt the pressure again, as she had in the morning of the old woman invading her mind, controlling her mind. She reached down into her thoughts, and felt for the stones, and then dragged the sensations from them all up into her attention.

She could feel them all fighting the old woman, repelling her easily too powerful for her. Suddenly, two more people appeared in her perceptions, as the three other bangle wearers appeared at the edge of the clearing around the stone circle. She screamed as she felt the stones being dragged from her mind, her control over them slipping, as if they had been oiled and now were being pulled from her.

Mike was watching her, in silence as the three women approached, hands held out to either side as if conjuring up their powers, eyes focussed on Clare.

In a moment she remembered what she had felt, how she had realised how important the direct contact was between the plinth and her body, without thinking she ripped the dress quickly over her head, discarded her bra and then pulled her knickers down, laying back naked onto the cold mossy stone.

She saw a look of utter dismay in the old witch, and her body immediately felt a moment her grasp on the power of the stones redoubled. She realised now she had complete control over the plinth and the five stones, they were entirely within her powers, she could use them to roam through the other minds, she could feel all the people for miles around, she felt like her mind had expanded out over the whole village.