I woke up to the sweet smell of meadow grass and lilacs, the blooming flowers around me were designed into beautiful hairpieces and dangling necklaces. The fay from around the Glade are always so playful, and they enjoy making wonderful things to wear, though they never make anything that might cover any of the more precious things... like maybe my fragile skin and well... I suppose it doesn't really need covering. Stretching my arms high into the air, I realized my height was a little shorter than normal female height; with a little focus, I was a little taller again, which is important because it was time to go to work.
Making my morning rounds involves a quick trip to the lake, a stop by Jasmine's tree, and off through the door to the land of SBE Tower. No matter how many trips I make, it always leaves everything tingly and I keep expecting my hair to be frizzy; however, it does not seem to ever be completely ruined. Today, when I stepped into the hallway, something was different – everything was dark except a low light that made the hallway look eerie. It should be morning; well, I think it should be morning.
I looked around the hallway and didn't see anyone at all, so figured I should go and find Candice, after all, we get to keep each other company if there are no guests. My feet caused the floor to creak in places and the eerie silence was sometimes disturbed by the crackling of some sort of backlighting that lit the building in places.
Reaching the end of the corridor I looked about – it was confusing; it didn't quite seem to be the right hallway. I thought maybe, maybe I should try a door and see if I can get someone to tell me exactly where I am. With always plenty of doors to pick from, I walked right up to the first door I found, and turning the handle stepped into the room.... But it was a corridor.
‘Hmmm,' I muttered, a tad bit frustrated. “Hello! Is anyone here?” No answer was forthcoming, and I walked across the hallway to open yet another door...
“Halt!” A stern voice came from down the corridor as I discovered the door I was trying was locked. “Do you have an ID Badge? You cannot be in here without an ID badge, young lady!” Someone was hurrying down the hallway, a strange grey and black outfit with a shiny circle-like thing on his chest and his hand on a black stick at his side. “What are you doing in here?!” He demanded, when I didn't respond. “Take your hand off that door handle, NOW!”
I stepped back from the door and looked up at the man who had pulled the black stick from his side and was holding it firmly; end in each hand, as he glared at me. “Um, well, I am looking for Candice.” I answered, uncertain of exactly what I should think of the situation. “I seem to have gotten turned about along the way.”
“Turned about? How gullible do you think I am? Where is your ID Badge?!” Stepping up close, his large form causing me to back up against the door I had been trying to open. He was a bulky man, his shoulders wide and his form large and muscular. He smelled musky, like some of the animals of the forest, or maybe more like the werewolf. In the limited light, his eyes seemed completely black and his hair a dark brown. He was leaning in towards me, not even breathing heavy from his jaunt down the hall. His huge girth made me wish I had selected a larger size; I seemed so small compared to him.
“I don't know what an...” I paused to see if I could pronounce it correctly, “eyedeeBaj is, but I assure you I do not have one.” I answered, leaning against the chilled wood of the door.
“No one is allowed in the building afterhours without an ID Badge. Hands against the wall,” he said, pressing the chilly end of the black stick against my chest, right under my collarbone, and jingling something metal on his belt.
“What?” I asked confused. “Hands...?”
“You heard me,” he growled, “There are rules here, missy. Turn around and face the wall.” He slapped the stick in his hand, as if suggesting he might like to use it on me.
“Um,” what was I to do? It isn't like I know if that is a rule ‘– an eyedee baj – surrrrre, whatever'. So, I turned around and faced the door.
“The wall, little lady, not the door. Sarcasm is a punishable offense around here.” His hands roughly grabbed my hips and moved me over to the wall, pushing me firmly against the smooth surface.
“I wasn't being sarcastic...” I mumbled, a little disorientated from how easily he had moved me.
“No back-talk either,” he put his hand on my lower back and applied pressure, “Now, put your hands up on the wall too – I expect to see your hands.” I put my hands on the wall to either side of my face. Strangely, the coolness of the wall was making my nipples stand out and the warmness of his large hand was on a very sensitive part of my back, right above my...
“Now,” he said pushing at my inner thighs with the cold metal stick in his hand. “Spread those legs, and do not move your hands from those spots.”
“What?!” I asked, trying to turn around as he pressed hard against the small of my back.
“You heard me, spread ‘em.” He answered, smacking my thigh lightly with the stick.
“Ummmm,” I whispered as I stepped out to either side. “I don't get it, who are you?”
“That's better.” Running the metal stick up and down my inner thigh, I thought I heard him growl lightly under his breath. “I am Officer Barnast, and who are you?” His heavy hands moved along my body, causing me to giggle as he passed over my hips. “Something funny, missy?”
“Um, no, no,” I tried not to squirm as his fingers swiftly moved back up and over my body, sliding past my hardening nipples and making them bounce. “Nothing funny, it just tickles.”
“It ain't supposed to tickle,” both hands grabbed firmly to my hips, “Who are you, and why are you here after hours?” his foot kicked out my foot to spread my legs further.
“Reohoko, and...” I started.
“If you're Reohoko, where's your ID badge?” His hands swiftly but firmly moved down my outer thighs, but climbed slowly up my inner thighs and I could feel his warm breath on my bottom.
“I left them in my other pants?” I asked, trying to hide a gasp as his hand cupped my mound.
“Likely story,” his hand came down on my bottom, swiftly and with a loud “SMACK!”, causing me to jump, but as I went to swing around and get away, his hand was back on the small of my back pressing me against the wall. “Put those hands back on the wall.” He said sternly, and I reluctantly obeyed, fearful of another smack. “I told you, we will have no back-talk around here young lady.”
I trembled, my bottom still stinging lightly from the unexpected spanking. Leaning my face against the wall, I tried to recognize the strange combination of emotions that were running through me. It seemed for a minute there was a clashing erotic need tangling with an uncontrollable urge to retaliate. The mental battle was cloudy, and interrupted.
“Tell me the truth, who are you?” His metal stick was between my legs, moving like a pendulum between the two, slowly tapping into my thighs just below the soft skin of my pussy.
“It is the truth, I am just early is all, Candice and I...” the smack came down across my bottom again “SMACK!”, and I squeaked quite loudly, but my attempt at movement was prevented by the return of his hand.
“Where is your ID Badge, then?” He asked as his hand rubbed over the spot he had smacked. Trembling, I tried to think of the right answer this time, the cold metal stick was moving up my thigh again, and slowly traced the outline of my lips and bottom. “Where?”
“I don't know,” I whispered, my breathing slightly shallow as the distraction of the metal stick was making the situation even cloudier. “I really don't...”
“No one is to wander around the building after hours without an ID Badge.” His voice was warm against my neck and ear, he leaned against my hip, and I could feel something hard in his pants. “We have punishments for breaking the rules,” he whispered and the metal stick slid between my inner lips to discover a wetness that was nearly dripping.
“Ummm,” I whispered, my lips trembling lightly as he brought his warm strong fingers across the lower part of my stomach and reached down to get a good hold of my mound. “What type of punishment?” My shallow breathing filled with gasps as his grip tightened, he spread my lips with his fingers, and his warm wet lips brushed over my shoulder blades. He didn't verbally answer, but it was instantly clear.
Officer Barnast plunged his cold metal weapon into my wetness and caused me to squeal and tremble. I wasn't likely to try to move away from the wall, his hands completely in control of that half of my body, as his fingers flicked my hard clit. For quite some time it went on, his fingers moving over the wetness and teasing my clit as I tried to grasp the wall to keep from falling over, the steady in and out of the icy metal rod making me quiver and causing my legs to go weak. My juices dripped down over the stick, and he groaned eagerly as I trembled against him.
Time was nearly endless, but suddenly, just as I thought I would pass out from the pleasure, he was standing up and pulling my hands from the wall. His cool rod somewhere else and my juices dripping down my leg. “What?” I gasped; wavering against him, something cold clicked over my wrists and locked them together behind my back. “What are you doing?” I gasped. Forcing me to turn around to face him, I saw his hungry grin.
“Your punishment is not over,” grabbing a handful of my hair; he lowered me to my knees, where the missing rod suddenly made an appearance as it slid deftly between my legs to return to the place of warmth and wetness it had only minutes before ceased exploring. “Now, show me why I shouldn't dump you in the dungeon.”
‘Dungeon?' I pondered, as I stared at the hard object beneath his pants, wiggling against the cold rod that began vibrating between my legs. Licking my lips, I watched eagerly as his hands unbuttoned his pants. The zipper lowered, and he pulled his thick, hard manhood out.
“Suck it,” he said as he pulled me towards his cock. My mouth opened as it pressed against my wet lips, “oh,” I whispered, his grip in my hair firmly pressing me closer so that he drove in deeper across my tongue and pressed against the back of my mouth. My hands bound behind my back wouldn't come free and I struggled to get some control over the speed of his large hardness pounding in and out of my mouth. My tongue tried to explore, but his hunger was in control.
Suddenly, my own body was trembling again, orgasms causing waves to overcome my body and mind. I screamed against his cock; the massive pleasure building in him as he groaned and forced himself in and out of my mouth was overwhelming and my juices puddled beneath me on the floor, over the cold rod that seemed to pulsate more dynamically at my response.
The vibration of my scream caused a chain reaction, he forced his swollen member deep into my mouth, trembling and nearly growling as the grasp in my hair got harder, his hips violently gyrating against my mouth as the warm wet seed spewed from his cock down my throat, overflowing my mouth and dribbling down my chin. I shivered, my clit tightening and my pelvis tingling. He leaned against me, as the last shudders pushed my head hard between the wall and his hips.
“Oh, Reo, there you are!” came a very familiar bouncy voice. A little quiver ran through my body as he let go of my hair and pulled his resting manhood from my mouth with a little pop. “You lost your ID Badge, too?” She shook her head, and I tried to clear my mind a moment.
“She sure did, Miss Candice.” Officer Barnast lifted me to my feet and held me tight to keep me from toppling over, while the quivering slowed to a stop. “And I punished her real well for it.” His smile was in my ear and I trembled a little again.
“Um,” the metal holding my wrists snapped open, and with a quick smack to my bottom, he pushed me in Candice's direction.
“It's ok, Reo, I have been meaning to get you over to get a badge. WebWytch loves to take pictures. She can help us.” I looked over at the Officer as Candice took my arm to lead me down the hallway.
“Great to see you ladies,” he said with a slight bow. “Be sure to have your ID Badge next time ‘round, Miss Reohoko.”
“Um, yep,” I whispered as Candice was leading me through a door and back into another corridor.