Elysium: The Chair

Lilah's eyes fell to mine. They were... shining! Her huge blue eyes were so bright! She had to be wearing some sort of blacklight contacts. The logic didn't register in my head at the time. I was held firmly in a trance under those eyes.

She raked her nails into her chest, dragging stringy shreds of her bikini with her. I didn't know what to think. It ripped free and a single breast wobbled free. Its wide pink areola and fat tip of her nipple gave the impression that her breast was to the point of bursting.

My mouth was watering. Lilah's body was right there. Her huge breasts, her fishnet coated thighs, her barely hidden pussy... it was all right in front of me. I wanted so badly to squeeze all that flesh in my palm. I could hardly bear to look at her smooth doll's face with her candy green lips and glimmering eyes. My hips were heaving upward toward her crotch instinctively. My arms flexed to no avail. I blew out a long breath of air.

Lilah stood impossibly fast. As she did, a heavy guitar riff blasted into the air, groaning like a hellish foghorn.

"Lots of pretty, pretty ones... that wanna get you high...."

Lilah violently swung her black curls round and round to the thrash of the guitars. Her wide hips darted left, then right, swaying and snapping in perfect rhythm. I was in awe that she could move so wildly wearing platform heels and standing on only those armrests of my chair. It was insane. The blaring metal crunch of guitars seemed to send jolts into Lilah's body, and my dancing Frankenstein came to life.

"But all the pretty, pretty ones... will leave you low, and blow your mind...."

The music calmed again to a pounding beat. Lilah flipped her hair back. Black wavy strands clung to her green lips and pale cheek. Her eyes peered down at me seductively. I watched as she grabbed two chains overhead and lifted herself into the air.

Before I knew it, her legs came to land on either side of my head. I was staring right at the outline of her pussy nestled between her thick thighs.

"Oh my god...." I couldn't even hear myself speak.

I bit down hard on my lip. Lilah somehow held herself steady with one hand on a chain high above. Her free hand roamed across the strange material covering her crotch. I stole a glance upward at the peaks of her breasts, and the ghastly eyes that peered over them.

Lilah took hold of the material and pulled. Like before, I watched in confusion as she tore the stuff away in long strings. Then I understood when the smell hit me. It was liquid latex. She was literally ripping it away from her flesh and revealing herself bit by bit

"Oh, wow," I said. "Oh, man... wow."

Grabbing her crotch, Lilah made a rubbing gesture like she was stroking her pussy, then clutched the last of the latex and ripped it away. My cock strained below at the sight of her bare budding lips.

"Oh god!" The words escaped me in a lust filled gasp.

Her hips rolled and her thighs walked over my shoulders in a motion not unlike a caterpillar. Lilah's swollen lips inched closer and closer. My breath was nothing but short gasps of air. A tangy but pleasant odor hit me just before my face became buried in her pussy.

I couldn't restrain myself. I shook my head from side to side and swirled my tongue into a deep naughty kiss. My eyes rolled as I tasted her velvety flesh. Her skin was smooth and hairless. I could feel the round cushions of her ass cheeks on my chin.

The guitars raged again. I felt Lilah fly into motion.

Lilah locked her thighs around my head. My eyes widened when I saw her body fall backward fast. Her entire curvy form was then inverted in the chair atop mine. I could only guess how she was bracing herself below. I didn't care. I prodded her hole with my tongue and curled it back tasting her pussy. I couldn't help but moan into her flesh, drunk on the slow poison of desire she had been drip feeding me. It coated the insides of her pussy. I wanted to devour her.

Staring down her smooth stomach, which was still flecked with bits of latex, I watched her upper body twist. I groaned louder and pressed my face deeper when I saw those huge titties bouncing from side to side, one pale and bare, and the other still coated in latex.

The soaked pussy rushed away. Lilah was suddenly standing on her hands like a gymnast and tumbled away from me. The dexterous doll landed gently on those tall heels and flipped her black curls, her bulbous breasts jutting forward and her back arching in a sexy pose.

"Oh, ho-holy shit!" I shook my head in disbelief and smiled.

Lilah leveled her frosty gaze at me.. She strutted to me, flicking her heels to the thumping drums. Her hips twisted and her breasts bounced gently.

The crashing guitar riff faded and left only the thump of bass and drums. Lilah reached the chair and bent low. Her face came only inches from mine. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. When her glossy green lips drew closer, there was an overbearing tension that fell over me, an accumulating charge of energy waiting to strike between our lips. I found myself spiraling down into her spectral blue eyes. Her hot breath fell over my cheeks and my bottom lip quivered.

I heard a metallic snap. Then another. Lilah's long lashes batted. Her eyes focused on my mouth. My insides felt like a hollow rubber tube being pulled apart at the ends. Her soft lips brushed mine. I leaned in just as she leaned away.

Lilah grabbed the arms of the chair and pulled. I blinked in shock when they came free. She flung the armrests away and they clattered across the floor. I saw her toss two small objects into the dark, pins, I realized. I adjusted in the chair, taking advantage of the space I was now afforded.

Lilah moved to my side before swinging a single leg over my lap. Her arms moved to my shoulders. Our eyes were locked. My cock brushed her thigh and jumped at her touch. I wiggled in the chair, frustrated that my legs and wrists were still held in place. Down her hips lowered. She was poised like a bird squatting to fly.

Soft moist flesh slid against the sensitive underside of my cock, pushing it back flat against my pelvis. I shuddered. Lilah took her seat in my lap. Her hips rolled rhythmically and I cried out when her lips slid across my shaft. I wasn't even inside of the woman yet and I felt my dick about to burst. Slowly, torturously, Lilah ground against me, coating my pulsing erection with her juice. Her shoulders remained practically motionless, but below her body gyrated like a machine.

I wasn't sure how much I could take. I tightened my fists. The muscles in my legs strained. Lilah watched me with those big eyes. I couldn't gauge any emotion in her face. I was part of her dance.

My eyes went wide. I was suddenly gliding inside of her. Lilah's warm hole was swallowing my dick. My mouth fell open, though I had no honest clue if I was screaming or not. She buried my swollen sex into hers and continued her dance. Electricity raced through my veins. The velvety walls of her pussy hugged my shaft tightly and kissed my engorged tip with her every move.

Guitars blasted and Lilah's body rocked faster. She sank closer onto me and cradled my head close. Her bare pillowy tit bounced against my cheek. I felt her fingers tugging my hair. I was able to twist my head to mouth her spongy nipple into my lips. My face sank against the fleshy breast. I was lost.

My hips were starting to buck reflexively, tossed by the swell of my building orgasm. I bit and sucked hard on the nipple in my mouth. My breath escaped through hiss after hiss against Lilah's big breast. She seemed not to mind, but the music was furious and her actions mirrored the blasting rhythm. Her thighs opened wider, driving me deeper with each thrust. Her heels were planted on the floor. Her stomach rolled and her pelvis shot like a piston over and over. My cock suffered the barrage of sensations from her twisting pussy.

My head flew back. I thought my fucking eyes would shoot out of my skull. I felt my dick turn to stone inside Lilah. She never stopped. My cock burst, spilling cum inside of her. I screamed before my jaw locked and my teeth clacked together. Again I shot into her. Lilah continued to thrust violently against me, watching me calmly. I jerked against my restraints.

Her hand cradled my cheek as my body thrust, jamming my third shot of cum deep into her pussy. Those shining ghost eyes looked on. Lilah beat me back into the chair with several thrusts of her ass. Spasms rippled through my body. My eyes rolled and glazed. My world was a blur of intense ecstasy and swirling lights and lasers. Lilah rode on relentlessly. She squeezed the final drops of my cum from my cock.

Then her lips were on mine. The deafening music seemed so distant. The drums warped into two heartbeats. We were alone inside the drapes of her black curls. Her eyes were shut. Only her flaring lashes and her sparkling green lids were visible. I shut my own eyes and melted into her. Two heavy breasts were crushed against my hairy chest. Our mouths opened slowly and our tongues danced.

I could have died when her lips peeled away from mine. With a spring of her leg, Lilah climbed off of my lap. My spent cock slipped from her lips. I felt several warm drops on my thigh, but my eyes were fixed on Lilah. My arms were sore when I brought them around the chair to my stomach.

My arms were free!

I blinked and rubbed my wrists in confusion. Lilah must have unfastened the straps that held me, but how? I hadn't even noticed. Was she really that good?

I had little time to think about it. The marvelous woman had spun and was straddling me once more, but with her back to me. I eyed her round ass when she bent at the waist and lowered herself over me. Two fingers appeared between her thighs. Lilah stroked her mound and slid a finger between her open pussy lips. I felt drained and empty, and yet my leaning cock nodded. Glistening fingers took hold of my shaft.

I braced myself. Lilah carefully stirred my half limp dick into her puckered sex. A surge of energy rushed through me as I watched my cock slide into her. She pressed herself down to my waist. Then she was leaning back.

Her back eased onto my chest. Her head nestled into her black hair on my shoulder. Lilah's eyes opened wide and I all but gasped. Our faces were turned toward one another. Our lips touched gently, not kissing, but breathing each other in. I felt her arm curl around my head.

When my hands slid around her waist, my cock throbbed inside of her. I sank into an ecstasy so deep that my mind went completely blank. I squeezed her close and shuddered. I explored the smooth slopes of her body. I grabbed a handful of her breast and kneaded the soft flesh. Within seconds, I realized I was pulling away strands of latex. I watched the substance tear free of her huge round breast to reveal her stiff nipple.

Lilah twisted her ass across my lap. My cock bent and slid inside her pussy. Our cheeks touched. Her tongue slithered out and lapped at my lips. I pressed my mouth to hers and groped her tits while she danced on my cock. The glow of her eyes was mesmerizing. I couldn't remember ever being so passionate, so hypnotically intimate with any other woman.

"You're so beautiful." I breathed the words against her glossy green lips. "You're so fucking amazing."

I didn't know if she heard me, over the increasing ferocity of the music, but I had to tell her. I longed to hear the sound of her voice. I knew by now she'd probably never speak. Lilah's eyes spoke plenty. As the guitars thrashed, a wailing lead over the thundering rhythm, Lilah swirled her plump ass cheeks around my lap, her body waving like an eel, and kissed me slowly.

I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to crush her in my arms and never let her go. I would gladly have suffocated in her kiss. The moist flesh of her pussy was coaxing more cum into my shaft. My swelling tip was hypersensitive in her devilish embrace. I pulled her close, clutching her breast with one hand and her crotch with another. My body tensed. I'd never gone twice, but my cock poured itself into her.

We kissed as my dick pumped. The song was spiralling to its end. Lilah stopped her movements. The two of us were frozen together. I felt her warm gentle breath on my cheek. Her large shining eyes opened. Her lips barely parted from mine.

The room went black.

I felt Lilah slide quickly away. I clawed for her in the dark but I lost her. Cool empty air hit my slimy cock, and my body felt twice as naked in the places where Lilah's skin had touched mine.

"L-Lilah, no!"

My voice reverberated in the room. There was no answer. I held my breath and strained to hear anything at all in the dark. There was nothing.

Bright light filled the room. I was squinting at the bare walls and floor. Frantically I looked around. I stood quickly and nearly toppled forward to the floor. I caught myself awkwardly on my fingers and looked to realize my ankles were still strapped to the metal chair.

I searched the small room. The black chains dangled unmoving, puppet strings that had made my angel fly. Several lights were bolted to the walls near the corners. Their glass lenses were dim and lifeless.

There was no sign of Lilah.

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Dollface

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"He was thrilled," she said. "Of course, you know that better than I, don't you?"

Mary paused for a moment, admiring the motionless figure before her. She knew the beautiful woman wouldn't answer her. Mary tapped her chin thoughtfully, staring into the mirror at the two black haired beauties. Her eyes wandered over Lilah's face, envying her smooth flawless skin. The younger woman's eyes were slightly downcast. She always held the most lonely looking expression. Mary couldn't help but feel saddened for her.

"Lilah, I wanted to tell you that you mean so much to me, and you mean so much to Elysium."

Lilah didn't respond.

Mary chuckled. "I wish I could've been there. I can only imagine the marvelous show you put on for him. We should schedule private sessions for you more often, sweetie."

Lilah did not move.

"You're an amazing thing, you know?" Mary pet the straight black hair that fell over the young woman's shoulder. "A wonder of the world in such trying times. I can't believe it's been so long. You've been with us since the very start. So lovely and full of... life. I just... sometimes I wish it could've been...."

Mary paused. She gave a tiny shake of her head. She couldn't face the memory.

"Lilah?"

Still nothing.

Mary licked her lips and sighed. She put on her sweetest smile and looked at the girl in the vanity mirror.

"Dollface."

Lilah's eyelids flew open. Her large beautiful blue eyes gazed back at Mary in the reflection. She'd seen those glass like eyes a thousand times, but even Mary had to take a breath under that piercing glare.

Her smile grew wider.

"I'm keeping that room just for you," Mary told her. "It'll be yours. And then you can do as many private dances as you'd like. I think it will work out well. Dance the main stage and they'll come to your... dollhouse. Would you like that?"

Lilah's only response was a single blink of her eyes.

Mary patted her shoulder and stood. She turned and headed for the door to the dimly lit dressing room. Pulling the swooping curtains away from the doorframe, Mary stopped. She looked back toward the vanity table once more. Lilah was aglow in the many bulbs that ringed the mirror. From across the room, her unblinking blue eyes stared lifelessly back at Mary.

Mary opened her mouth, but stopped short. There was nothing more she could say. Nothing that would do any good. Her eyes went to the panel on the wall. Dragging her finger on the screen, she selected what she was looking for and moved to slider at the edge of the screen. She managed a weak grin when she heard the soft music overhead. A woman's voice, as airy and light as the song of a nightingale floated into the air. Mary stood for a moment, tapping her nail on the wall to the slow punch of the beat.

Glancing up, she saw Lilah guiding a brush through her shimmering black hair. The young woman's head gently swayed. Mary took comfort in that sight.

She stepped from the room. The large man standing in the hall looked up at her, silently inquisitive. She nodded to him and walked on. From down the hall, Mary heard the door closing, the jingle of keys, and the click of a lock.

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