I awake to this dark room, hands tied to the back of a chair. Where am I? I thought and how did I get here?
Oh I remember now who we'd come to see, but that was hours over now. How come now it's just me?
The dark room now became red. It looked like I was in hell. Like some souls have been bled.
My heart was skipping all types of beats, my skin was sweating, my body rushed with heat.
Should I scream? Should I cry? I'm all alone in this red room. Am I about to die?!
But suddenly in front of me, way up high, a wide garage door opens and raises to the sky. Causing the red room to be overwhelmed in white, but there was a shadowy figure there standing in the light.
"Are you ready for salvation?" His deep voice spoke. I wondered who is this in these heels and no shirt? Is this a fucking joke???
Suddenly the door came down and the bulbs from the red room started flashing all around. The flickering lights damn near blinded me, but through my squinted eyes I could see exactly who was standing high above me.
"Before the end of this night your voice will be hoarse from my name squealing from your lips. I will now descend down, arch your back, spread your hips."
I gasped and began to tremble. He knew what he wanted. He made it so simple.
But did he think I was this dense? Did he assume I'd give it up so easily? But who was I kidding? I probably would. It was Prince! And then it hit me and I began to wince.
The memories all came rushing back to me now.
Under the club's neon lights, I'd caught his eye while he riffed his guitar to the crowd.
He eyed me up and down and said, "Hey pretty lady. U wanna get funked like it's 1999?"
And with no quarrels, I answered like a whore with no morals. "YES! Master of music. Make me scream like when doves cry!" His face was full of intrigue and approval. He looked to the crowd, who also had no scruples. He smirked "Hey girl I think you're talking about something else."
"I am. Your songs turn me on. They make me melt!" With a lip bite he said "Are you sure you can handle what I've got to give?" I nodded wildly "Yes, Prince help me live!"
And with that the crowd cheered, some whistled, some jeered. But his eye was on me as if I was the only one there.
He continued his show and ended with a wink. Soon his bodyguards came over to me and gave me a drink. I waved goodbye to my friends as they led me down the backstage corridor and asked me "can you handle kink?" But by then the liquor kicked in. I could no longer think. My eyes closed and all went black, my body following in sync.
Now I'm in this room that looks like demons worship there, looking up at Prince's tight body and long curly hair.
On both sides of him, I saw something that caused me fright, two bikini clad girls, their faces covered under sheer black.
They whined their bodies seductively to the eery music that began to play. They were like sexy ghosts seducing their prey.
He dives off the platform, into a split and gets up so fluid. And then slithers towards me like a snake ritual with the ancient Druids.
He crawls right between my legs and takes a whiff. "Mmm I Love the smell of pussy. Your aroma's a mist."
I blush but I'm scared. What did I get myself into? What did I dare? He stood to his feet. His body so petite and his light brown eyes seared right into me.
"You're about to have an outer body experience. I want to fuck you so hard that I reach your soul."
My mouth dropped to my chest. This man was so bold!
Still standing, he put his legs on both sides of me, straddling me in the chair. He slowly slid up the gold chain around his waist and dangled it in the air.
"Here. Open your mouth and suck on this." He caressed my lips and I could hear him hiss.
I turned away. "You don't even know me. You don't even know my name." He brought his face down to mine "Souls don't have names, only time." He stood up "Now how will you spend yours? Complaining or being mine?"
With the look on his face, I knew he could tell how I'd answer. Him licking his lips was definitely an enhancer. So I gave in and let him slide his chain in and out of my mouth.
It was weird, the taste of cold metal and a bit of his sweat. But strangely arousing, enough to get me wet.
"Mmmmm... yes that's what I like to see. Now open your mouth and take all of me." He unzipped the front of his pants slowly, revealing a hard butterscotch colored dick that, for that moment was for me, solely.
He brought his body closer to my face, he caressed my hair, my heart began to race. He slid the tip of himself across my lips then looked down at me and said, "Kiss."
Obediently I did as I was told. He wrapped the chain around my neck. That shit was cold!
But how quickly did things heat up as he put his hand on top of my head like a loyal pup.
He parted my lips with his dick. That did the trick. He began to thrust himself in and out of my mouth, my panties now soaked, my nipples too sprout.
Is it natural for a man to taste this good? Is that a hint of vanilla I taste coming out of his ooze?
And just like that he wants me to stop. He pulled up his pants then pulled the back of my chair and down I went. Drop!
Now, dazed, I'm looking up at the red ceiling, strapped to this chair. What is he about to do to me with my legs in the air? Then above me his face appears, he looks both angelic and demented. Quite frankly I'm scared. But he caresses my legs to show that he cares. Then he spreads them slowly. Got me in the shape of a Y and I know he...
Is inhaling my smell. It's like he's intoxicated, up under my spell. He lowers his hand on top of my panties and starts to strum, just like he fingers his guitar, leading with his thumb. I moan but I can't breathe. I'm far too nervous and he takes joy watching me plead.
Helplessly up under his rule, he has fun playing in my pool. I swear I can hear him talking to it. I think I even saw him pull out a guitar pick to flick at my clit.
And what a weird position to be in. He's literally straddling my face, looking at my pussy with a grin. Then out of nowhere he shifts them to the side and dips his tongue...deep inside.
I'm frozen. Stiff. He's killed me. This is sin.
I feel like he's licking my entire womb. He must be the son of the devil and I am consumed.
I beg him to stop. I feel I'm being drained. But that only makes him go faster. This man's insane!
He dips his tongue even further. And boy what do you know? I didn't realize I was a squirter!
He turns back to me, me dripping down his face. The grin that he's giving me, reveals he'll show no grace.
He flips the chair over, me still attached. Up goes my dress, my waist he snatched. I feel his teeth pull my panties off of me. He even nibbles on my ass cheek!
Suddenly he shoots up and commands,
"Twins, sing for me!" The dancing bikini clad girls start to sing a song of chants. He lowers himself back to the floor with me. I'm getting hotter, I start to pant.
I feel him pull down his pants and pull himself out. He smacks my ass so hard that I let out a roaring shout. This much appeases him. He turns me towards the twins, he wants me to watch them. Or they've been ordered to watch me. He breathes in my ear, "Time to be purified as you melt on to me."
He slides himself up and down my slit before grabbing hold of my hips. And as if he'd been hit, he let's out a high pitched squeal. Thrusts himself inside me and goes for the kill.
He sing screams to me just like he did on stage.Then he starts fucking me like his spirit's filled with rage.
I have nothing to hold onto and my face is against the floor. He's steering his strokes with the legs of the chair. I can't take no more!
I'm screaming. I'm creaming. I'm not sleep and I'm not dreaming.
He sing screams "Let me hear my name!"
"Prince." The twins sing softly, both sounding the same.
But just as he promised, my voice was hoarse and I sound very crass. But disobedience causes another smack to the ass!
"SING IT!!!" He squeals. "PRINCE!" They sing louder as I try to join in, but he's fucking me too good while holding me by my shins.
As his motions become faster and harder, he turns me over and says, "Get ready for this holy water".
He blasts me right in my face. He's all over me. He's all over the place!
Hunched over he falls to the ground. He shushes the twins, no one makes a sound.
He needs a minute to recoup and catch his breath. Then he leans over me and says, "Now repeat after me... 'I am covered. I've been blessed.' "
I look at him like he's crazy, but he's serious. But I'm too worn out to argue and half way delirious.
I repeat what he's said then he kisses me on my forehead.
He has the strength to get up. He zips up his pants and finally lifts my chair up.
He unties my hands from the back of the chair and kisses the marks and bruises left there. He stares deeply into my eyes
"You have been reborn. Here after today every man after me will mourn because unto me your womb was sworn." He kisses my hands one last time and turns to leave, the twins following behind.
I sit in the chair, staring off into space until silence is all I hear. Then a door behind me opens and his bodyguards are standing there.
It's almost like they know what to do. They lift me in the air, still seated in my chair and carry me out the room.
"Boy, he got you good. He doesn't like for the ladies to walk on the ground after he's supplied them wood." And they laugh, and out of my mind I do too, at my own expense by Prince.
And as far as my womb being sworn, he was right because no other man has come close and that was in 1984!