Persuasion- story by tlaloc52

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Persuasion by Tlaloc

Part 1

Tonia’s plane landed with a thud on the runway in Sofia, the supposed modern capitol of Bulgaria. The “thud” was repeated over and over again as the plane rumbled along the pothole marked asphalt and it was right then that the 16 year old knew her summer vacation might not be all she had hoped for.

There was no terminal; there was no sky-cap to take her bags; there was only a surly customs agent who tore her luggage apart looking for god knows what but pausing for suspiciously long periods of time to fondle her soft silky underwear. His inspection of her bags was halted by a large, burly man that Tonia (as she preferred to be called) took to be his superior but, when she looked closer, turned out to be her uncle, Roman.

“That’s enough, Andre. Give her the bags. I will take responsibility for her,” the burly man said.

“Come, Tonia. I am Roman, your uncle. We are so happy to see you,” he said without any evidence of joy on his face.

Tonia took a while to process the “we” but when Uncle Roman moved aside she saw a smallish girl of about her own age, maybe a year older, move out from behind his shadow.

“Nicole!” Tonia shouted and the two teenagers embraced enthusiastically. “You look the same in person as you do on the computer screen. Why am I so surprised about that?”

In reality, Tonia wasn’t so much surprised as relieved. The bumpy landing, the rude customs official and the immense presence of her uncle all had her feeling a bit anxious. It was only the sight of Nicole that made her rest easy.

The ride away from the airport was uneventful. Sofia seemed dingy and dark but it was nighttime and perhaps she was misjudging. Tonia didn’t like strange new things and this was all too different for her.

Roman sat in the front seat of the long black car with the driver, and Tonia and Nicole sat together on the wide, comfortable back seat. There was a window between the front and rear seats that probably slid open but remained closed for the entire trip out of the city.

Tonia and Nicole talked animatedly, like teenagers all over the world do. Nicole’s English was decent and they had no problem communicating. Nicole hugged her cousin often, sitting very close to her in what Tonia assumed was the European tradition of being physically much closer than most Americans can deal with. Tonia liked it – being close and snuggled up to her cousin. She even accepted it when Nicole placed her hand on Tonia’s bare thigh and then suddenly moved it higher and higher until she was caressing the waist band of her thong! She thought it was strange but she accepted it and even enjoyed it, getting a little twinge when Nicole snapped the elastic waistband and giggled.

The trip lasted about an hour, Tonia estimated. They were definitely out of the city and into the country-side. On the way the sky had darkened further and when the limo pulled into the gravel paved driveway of the residence it was night. The old house loomed in the background as they, all three, exited the vehicle while the driver fetched the baggage. Dark as it was, the moon cast a pale light over the property. A light, coming from inside the house, illuminated a patch of ground to the right side of the building. As they passed this area, which appeared to be in a spotlight, Tonia noticed a large dead tree stump with an enormous axe embedded in its flat surface. Although the color was muted because of the moonlight, she thought she saw blood stains on and around the stump as well as on the blade of the huge axe.

“What’s that for,” she murmured.

“Umm… chickens,” replied Nicole saying it more like a question than a statement.

“Oh, ok.” said Tonia. It seemed a large amount of blood for chickens but, she thought, who was she to argue?

The house was large but not well cared for. The entrance foyer could have been a movie set, except that it was dusty and in ill-repair. The long staircase that led to the second floor could have been magnificent if someone took the time to dust and polish it. Tonia’s bags disappeared up these stairs in the hands of the driver, Sergei, who she guessed doubled as a butler as well. Uncle Roman, silent most of the way home, now spoke briefly.

“It’s late, young ladies. Have a bite to eat and then off to bed. We will all get acquainted at breakfast.”

And he too disappeared up the stairs.

Tonia and Nicole sat at the long dining room table. In the middle of the table, impossible to reach from either of the ends, was a large plate of cold meat – chicken, she was told, and maybe cold roast beef. There were two open bottles of wine, one red and one white, on each side of the platter and some bread. The girls sat across from each other only feet apart, leaving the ends of the table unoccupied.

This large room, like almost everything else Tonia had experienced since she landed in Bulgaria, was dark and poorly lit. Hanging over the center of the table, right between them and a few meters above them was an immense chandelier that emitted much less light than its size promised. As the girls ate, drank and talked, Tonia took notice of the room’s decoration. There were paintings on all the walls and various sculptures on every flat surface. She was puzzled by what she thought she was seeing, so in between words she squinted her eyes in order to focus better. Many of the sculptures depicted large penises, many oversized and all very erect. Some were attached to bodies but others were just there. Some were shiny bronze, others of stone. To Tonia, they all appeared to be very interesting, almost arousing.

There were paintings of women as well, all very well done, many almost photographic. Strangely, these too were all pornographic. One entire wall was covered with paintings of naked women in various stages of being prepared, she could hardly believe it, as food. One young woman was tied and trussed and skewered like a turkey ready for the oven. Two others were impaled, head to head, on a spit roasting over an open fire. Another bobbed in huge vat of soup with onions and carrots floating around her. Far from being put off by these very suggestive images, Tonia was attracted to them. As a matter of fact she had to hide from her innocent cousin the fact that after gazing at all these pictures her thong was soaking wet.

When she was finished eating and drinking – she had drunk two glasses of red wine and was quite dizzy – Tonia rose and attempted to clear the table.

“No way, Tonia. That’s what Andre is for! He’ll clean up. Time for bed,” slurred Nicole obviously a bit tipsy as well.

Getting up the long center stairway was a chore after the wine but they finally made it. There were hallways on either side of the balcony that overlooked the foyer. Nicole led her cousin to the right. They passed rooms on either side of the hall, all shuttered and quiet. Nicole opened the last door on the left and ushered Tonia into a large bedroom – a suite actually, with an anteroom that opened into a bedroom. The double doors that formed the boundary between the two rooms were ajar and as Nicole pushed them aside Tanya could see the wide bed that filled most of the room.

It was what was commonly known as a “four poster” bed, only this one was larger than king size and made of very ornate, very dark wood. The spread was pulled down, folded at the foot of the bed, revealing pure white sheets that reflected the pale light coming through the one window and brightened the room considerably.

“Where do I sleep,” said Tonia.

“Right here,” replied Nicole.

“And you?”

“With you!”

Tonia took a minute to process Nicole’s last statement, decided that she was a guest and not into making waves and simply said, “Ok, cool!”

The bags that Sergei had carried up the steps were on the floor beside the dresser. Tonia began to unpack while Nicole opened another door on the wall opposite the window and went into a small bathroom to undress for bed. As she unpacked, Tonia realized that she hadn’t brought anything that resembled sleeping clothing – no night dress, no pajamas. At home she always slept in the nude, enjoying the way her crisp sheets felt against her young body. Here, she would have to improvise.

She changed from her street clothes, removing her thong, the crotch of which was still soaked from her excitement at the dinner table. She put on a long T-shirt and white cotton panties, scrunching the thong in her hand while she made her way toward the bathroom. Nicole was just coming out, dressed in a flimsy bra and red silk panties. Tonia went in, closed the door behind her and washed out her thong under the pretense of washing her hands. She took a damp wash cloth and rubbed it gently over her body, stopping a little too long between her legs and smiling. Looking in the mirror she said to herself just above a whisper, “You are hot, girl! Hot and drunk!!!”

Tonia entered the bedroom area and saw Nicole sitting on the edge of the bed. She really liked her cousin and she was happy to finally be able to meet her in person. They had reestablished their relationship over the Internet about a year previous once they were both able to negotiate the ins and outs of computers. They had spent their childhoods together in Queens and, as little girls, they were crushed when Nicole’s parents decided to move back to the “old country.” Meeting again erased all those years of absence and they immediately felt a strong connection.

“Wanna play?” Nicole said as Tonia walked up to the bed.

“Play what?” said Tonia.

“Do you trust me?” questioned Nicole with a big smile on her cute face.

“Umm, sure I do,” answered Tonia.

“Ok, then. Switch off the lights and come to bed.”

Tonia did and fell onto the bed. Rather than become darker, the room, bathed in moonlight from outside seemed to become brighter after the lights were switched off. Nicole followed her and quickly took her cousin in her arms and began kissing her. Innocent pecks on the lips and cheeks soon turned into passionate tongue kissing and groping. Surprisingly, Tonia responded with similar, maybe even greater ardor. Hands soon began to find their way inside and under shirts, panties and bras and within moments the two girls were naked on the bed pressing their young nubile bodies together.

“Fuck! You feel so good, Nicole. Soft, Warm… I could eat you up.”

“I could eat you up too, baby!”

It was then, in the midst of this adolescent passion that Tonia noticed things she hadn’t seen before. Attached to each of the four bedposts were ropes with manacles on the ends of each. Tied to the middle of the headboard was a stronger, thicker rope with a noose tied in the end. Leaning up against the wall, she saw what appeared to be a lance but could just as easily have been a thick broomstick. She wondered for a second about the ropes, losing focus, and then realized that Nicole had already wrapped the cuffs around each of her wrists. Then little Nicole scampered to the bottom of the bed and quickly attached Tonia’s ankles to the other restraints.

“Now you’re mine,” said Nicole.

Tonia pulled against the cords and found them to be solid and strong. Their length was just long enough so that she could move her arms and legs a bit but not much more. She decided not to resist and instead relaxed her body on the bed looking up at the high ceiling.

“You said you trusted me, right? said Nicole.

“I do, I guess,” replied Tonia, but there was a touch of anxiety in her voice. She had experimented with handcuffs with an older boyfriend once before but this was her cousin. She wasn’t supposed to be so turned on but she was.

“I’m doing this for your own good, cousin. I’m helping you prepare. Don’t ask any questions. Just go along with this. You might even enjoy it!”

“Will it hurt?” questioned Tonia.

“Oh, yeah! It will hurt but it will hurt so good you’ll never want me to stop,” Nicole said.

“OK, then. I’m yours,” Tonia replied knowing that she didn’t have any choice in the matter.

Nicole hopped off the bed, visited each bedpost and tightened every rope. Where Tonia previously had some wiggle room in her arms and legs she now found herself tightly pulled into the shape of a human X sprawled out on the bed. Nicole hopped back on the bed and took the heavy noose in her hands and wrapped it gently around Tonia’s neck. She tightened the loop but left Tonia just enough room to breathe.

“You OK, cousin?”

“So far, yes,” said Tonia.

With that, Nicole gave the rope a yank and tightened it even further until the veins on Tonia’s neck bulged. Nicole watched her closely, monitoring her breathing, and just when she knew that Tonia was ready to gasp for air, she gave her some slack.

“You know what you’re doing, Nicole, don’t you?”

“Just give yourself over to me, cousin. I’ll take care of you,” whispered Nicole.

Nicole tightened the neck rope again, somewhere in between where Tanya could breathe freely and where she couldn’t breathe at all. Tanya’s face turned red but she was getting oxygen, not much but enough to stay conscious. Then Nicole went to work – she crawled down beside Tanya and began to lavish her body with titillating attention. She took Tonia’s little nipples into her mouth and nibbled on them, rolling her tongue around them. They stood up straight and erect immediately. She kissed her behind her ears and on her neck where her hair line ended; she nibbled Tonia’s ears; played with her belly button; caressed her soft skin. She resisted lavishing Tonia’s pussy with any attention until she could hear her cousin’s breathing get heavier. Nicole had an amazing amount of sexual awareness for her age and she knew that the heavy breathing meant that Tonia was getting excited. She also knew that the more excited she got, the more air she would need. The tightly attached noose would allow just so much.

Eventually Nicole moved to Tonia’s vagina. Unlike so many modern girls, Tonia kept her pussy groomed with a fine patch of silky hair. Parting her lovely locks, Svetlana lapped at Tonia’s flowing juices. She drank her in, sucking and slurping loudly as she ate her cousin out. Tonia’s moans filled the room, her breathing restricted by the thick rope around her delicate neck. Tonia had one huge flowing orgasm that lasted indefinitely in her mind. She bucked and writhed but could hardly move – all of which seemed to intensify the experience.

While Tonia was in the throes of ecstasy, Nicole disappeared. She soon returned with what looked to Tonia like a black cloth sack but before she could confirm that, Nicole wrapped it over her head and somehow tied it tight. Darkness – complete darkness. Tonia could hear Nicole rooting around, moving things, banging things into other things. Then complete silence.

The next sensation she felt was something cool being applied to her anus and a slim finger entering her behind. It had to be Nicole’s. She hadn’t heard anyone else enter the room. In and out the little finger went, making Tonia’s asshole slippery and warm.

Nicole sat on the bed, lubricating Tonia’s ass for what would come next but her plan was to fill up both holes. She took what looked like a big cucumber but was actually an immense zucchini, very common in the household gardens around there, and inserted it into Tonia’s pussy. Tonia jumped, straining at her binding and mumbling muffled sounds inside the dark sack.

“What the fuck was that?” Tonia managed to blurt out.

“Something to fill you up with, my dear,” Nicole said as she pushed the vegetable in and out of Tonia’s aching pussy. “You like it, don’t you?”

Tonia couldn’t speak. She was too enveloped in being fucked by the huge green cock. She caught the rhythm that Svetlana had established and was now riding the organic dildo like a dog rides a bitch. When it felt like Nicole had stopped pushing the thing in and out, Tonia just kept on humping and then it came.

It was at least as thick as the zucchini but its surface had a different texture. It felt like wood but it was smooth. It seemed much thicker though because it was going up her ass!!

Tonia wasn’t averse to anal sex – she had done it with at least two boys back at home to avoid getting pregnant. But, they both had small dicks and although it was uncomfortable at first she tolerated it and since they both came pretty quickly it wasn’t a big deal. Now she was being skewered, violated, impaled on something that kept going farther and farther up her tight ass hole. She could hardly breath but she knew that she was about to have the most amazing orgasm of her life any second.

Nicole, little expert that she was, knew it to. She abandoned the pole and the zucchini, leaving them embedded inside her cousin, and grasped the noose. As Tonia drew closer and closer to the climax, Nicole tightened the rope around her neck, cutting off her air a slight bit at a time. When Tonia was in the midst of her orgiastic rapture, Nicole momentarily cut off her air altogether. Tonia’s eyes rolled back and sunk limply into the bedding looking, for anyone who was watching, like a contented babe, fast asleep.

Part 2

Tonia awoke the next morning with her pussy and her hiney very sore but with a gigantic smile on her satisfied face.

Tonia was quick to surmise that all of these games – her encounters with Nicole, the lunch time seductions with Uncle Roman, and the many other little erotic incidents - were merely prelude. But, prelude to what? As hard as she tried to figure it out she could never be sure that her guesses were correct. Little did she know that all her fantasies were soon to be melded into a series of forbidding acts in a drawn out erotic play.

The atmosphere was so electrically charged with sex most of the time that Tonia was not at all surprised when Nicole asked her one day if she liked to see.

“See what?” Tonia replied.

“Extreme things!” said Nicole.

“Do you mean sexy things, cousin?” Tonia continued.

“Well, yes. Sexy things,” Nicole came back.

“What did you have in mind, little cousin?”

“Oh. Just asking” Nicole quickly added.

The summer moved on with similar experiences occurring almost on a daily basis. For the most part though all the events involved the two girls and no one else. That changed on a hot, humid day late in August, days before Tonia’s planned departure back to the states. During July and August the cousins freely roamed the house and explored its environs. No door was closed to them and no corner of the property forbidden. None, except the cellar of the old mansion. There were doors, large, steel doors, leading to the cellar inside and outside of the house. Every time Tonia attempted to open one she found it solidly barred and securely locked.

“In due time,” Nicole said each time Tonia tried to force a door.

Then one day the time had come!

It was twilight and the light peeking through the heavy drapery throughout the house was grim. At this time of day the house became unusually warm given the lack of air conditioning throughout. The girls had finished dinner, having eaten alone in Uncle Roman’s absence. Their skin was clammy and their senses aroused by the ponderous heat. Nicole, as always, took the initiative and escorted Tonia to the door off the kitchen that led to the forbidden cellar.

It opened easily this time and the cousins descended the stone steps, dimly lit by torch-like lights on the sides of the stairway. Down they went – one level, then another until they arrived at a large damp room at least three stories below ground level. This area, too, was dimly lit but Tonia could easily discern the furnishings – it appeared more like a dungeon than anything else.

Attached to the stone walls were large and small circular rings; from the ceiling hung various gauges and various lengths of strong chain. All around were tables and other unfamiliar objects. Tonia shuddered but was thrilled all the same. She knew her cousin well enough by this time to trust her judgment and let her take the lead.

Accustomed to being alone with Nicole during their play time, Tonia was surprised when she noticed others in the room. She didn’t know who they were except for Uncle Roman who was sitting on a large plush upholstered chair that could have been a throne. There were three other people; all dressed in black leather, their faces covered with black leather masks with holes for their eyes, and mouth and slits to breathe through.

“Undress, cousin!” Nicole said to Tonia just above a whisper. “And, do not talk. They will not answer you anyway.”

Tonia smiled and started to disrobe. First she removed her sandals, revealing her long, slender toes which were very tan from the long summer days she had spent in the out of doors. Here toenails were dotted with bright, blood red nail polish – the color of the day so to speak since she and Nicole polished each others’ toenails daily. Then she removed her gauze blouse releasing her young perky breasts to the cool cellar air. At home Tonia always wore bras but gladly adopted Nicole’s habit of allowing her breasts to bounce unencumbered under her top every day. She dropped the blouse to the floor. Next she loosened the waist of her long skirt and let that fall as well. She stepped out of the skirt and stood naked except for a flimsy red thong she wore that day. Nicole never wore under garments. She preferred to have her pussy ready for any kind of activity at a moment’s notice. Tonia attempted to adopt this habit as well but soon realized that the atmosphere here was so erotically charged and she was so often aroused by their daily activities that she constantly had her female juices running down her legs. The thong was used more to absorb these fluids than for modesty. Today, as Tonia touched herself before removing them she felt the familiar wetness that was her companion every day. She removed the thong and dropped it onto the heap of clothing that was building on the floor.

Now she was completely naked. Her jewelry remained – her long dangling silver earrings and her thick silver ring but otherwise, she was as naked as the day she was born. Her skin chilled and little goose bumps rose on every part of her body except the palms of her delicate hands. Her hair tickled, a result also of the goose flesh. She took a deep, long breath to calm herself but her arousal was evident as a trickle of fluid ran down the inside of her left thigh, no thong available to absorb it. The floor was cold and Tonia lifted each of her feet alternately so as to only have one in contact with the stones as any one time. To an outside observer she appeared to be running in place although not strenuously – walking in place, maybe, or tiptoeing.

Nicole, now also naked, although Tonia was unaware that she too had undressed, approached her.

“Come, cousin,” and she took her under the arm and moved her to the center of the room under a great tangle of chains.

One of the hooded figures, a woman spoke. “She’s gorgeous, so perfect.”

“She’s sixteen. Veal. Wonderful veal…” said another hooded person. To Tonia it sounded like Sergei, the butler.

“We’ve waited and there both perfect.” said a third voice. This was clearly a man but Tonia couldn’t tell who.

Tonia glanced ever so slightly at the huge presence of Roman who was taking in the entire scene without any apparent reaction. She then turned to Nicole. Her mind piecing together everything all at once.

“Nicole your dad! Have you two… I mean how long?”

“Father, Uncle Roman to you, always treated me well. He is a old pervert. He invented games for us to play and I enjoyed them totally. In that way I learned to pleasure him at a very young age. By the time I was 14 he was screwing me daily and I loved every minute of it. I not only loved the attention but I adored the feelings that being fucked involved. Then he often made me watch as he did things to other young girls from the town. These girls almost never came willingly but since Roman had means and most of the town’s people lived in utter poverty, he had little difficulty talking their parents out of them for a few coins.

“One day, about a year ago he escorted me into this same cellar. In the middle of the room, in a slight depression in the stone floor, a fire was burning. Above the fire was a spit – one just like those used for pig roasting. There was a young girl in the room as well, stripped naked. She was plump, young, and fully greased as though she had just been basted. Rupert went to her and lasciviously pawed her all over. He whispered things into her ears that I couldn’t hear but whatever he said made the young girl weep. She appeared to be drugged but not enough to be unconscious.

“Roman motioned for her to get onto a table that was set next to the fire. She did and then he went over and spread her pale young legs. From the wall he took a long steel rod, pointed at the end and about 9 or 10 feet long. He inserted the pole into her vagina and continued to push the pole into her. I could tell when he had run out of room inside her vagina and pierced her through whatever vital organs resided above that. She grimaced but surprisingly, maybe it was the drugs, took a deep breath and appeared to relax. He pushed further and the pole, pointed end first, emerged from the girl’s mouth. Blood oozed from the sides of her lips but her eyes remained open. Rupert proceeded to affix the maiden’s arms and legs to the pole and hoisted her, one end at a time, onto the Y shaped ends of the spit.

“The flames licked at her and she slowly roasted away. He turned her from time to time and basted her when she seemed to be drying out. She made no sound at all. At some point she died but I couldn’t tell when that was. She smiled through the entire affair. As she roasted, Rupert unlaced his pants, revealed his huge throbbing cock and fucked me on the floor next to the barbecue pit. He wasn’t really interested in me that evening but he seemed to have a great deal of sexual frustration that he needed to release. He fucked me hard but very quickly, like a dog fucks a bitch. He pushed me aside afterwards and said curtly, ‘Dress for dinner!’

“That evening I ate dinner slowly and never had the nerve to ask what was the strange, sweet meat that we were served. I knew what it was though. I something changed in me. It tasted really good and I wanted to be that girl. To be eaten completely.”

It was too much to believe but Tonia knew it to be true.

“I wonder what it was like to die? The girl you saw.” asked Tonia.

“I think she was ready and happy when the pain ended. She tasted so good.” said Nicole.

There was a few moments of silence as both girls looked into each others eyes. Then it all became clear to Tonia.

“Its me. Its my turn isn’t it?” said Tonia. Then turning to Roman and the other hooded people she spoke. “That’s why I’m here and your all here right now. I’m going to be killed and eaten. Well aren’t I? Just say it!” The room was silent.

“No Tonia, you are wrong. Tonight is… please let me explain.” said Roman.

“No, I should.” said Nicole. “Tonia, tonight is our night. After the first girl there where more after that. The more I saw what each girl went through the more I wanted to feel it too. The more I tasted the meat the more I wanted someone to taste me. I looked into the eyes of each one and… Its like there was something in their eyes right at the end. I cant explain it but its like each one…”

“Became aware.” said Roman

“What do you mean?” said Tonia

“At that pivotal moment they became aware of who they really were and what they were meant to be. Their life journey is at an end and a new existence begins; both for their soul and the flesh that is left behind. The use of their meat is just a logical conclusion.” said Roman.

“I don’t know if I understand…” said Tonia.

“I know it sounds crazy but its true. I’ve seen it with my own eyes, Tonia. I saw the change.” said Nicole. Both girls’ nipples were clearly erect, their chests rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“What your cousin is saying is that she was able to witness the moment when the soul abandons the body and pure meat is rendered. There is not a more beautiful moment.” said Roman.

“Tonia, I want to see and learn what the others before me did. I want to feel and experience what they felt. And… I want you to come with me. You may not think it but your ready. We can both discover what it is to die and to become meat together. Please Tonia, take my hand.” said Nicole.

Tonia could see Nicole’s hand outstretched, her soft eyes pleading. Tonia felt like there was a bowling ball sitting at the bottom of her stomach. Her mind and body were telling her two different things.

“This is so fucking scary! We are only sixteen, Nicole. Cant we wait till we’re older or something? Its going to hurt too?” said Tonia

“The fact that you are young and beautiful makes your sacrifice so much more precious and meaningful. Yes it will hurt but it will be worth it. Pain will only enhance your last experience as a human.” said Roman.

“Tonia, tonight is our night. Just think in a few minutes we will both be like all of the others that became meat.” said Nicole.

Tonia swallowed hard and made her decision.

FIN?

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