I woke up feeling very satisfied, something that I haven't felt in a long while. My hand wondered over to the other side of the bed expecting warm flesh but instead felt paper. This is going to sound ludicrous coming from me and only knowing her for a day but I had a sad sinking feeling in my heart. In my college years (also long ago in 1999) I often had one night stands and in the morning leaving the girl a note saying something like you were great but you deserve someone else or it's not you, it's me. I fiddled with the note for a minute debating weather or not I should read it. If I wasn't a ration man I would have thrown that paper away feeling angry and used but ended up doing the later.

I turned to the empty side of the bed with the paper in my hand. The note was folded with a heart drawn on the front. I opened the folded paper expecting something like: Let's just be friends. Gladly it wasn't that when I read it.

Kesslee

I just want you to know I haven't left, I like you far too much for that (which is why you are my personal sex slave). Since I'm going to be here for awhile I'm moving my stuff from the Solar RV to your apartment. If you're wondering about the silver bracelets on your wrists don't bother about removing them. I'll explain all once you're awake

P.S. Don't TOUCH the things for the quest or you will be very sorry!

Reading the note the first time I was glad she didn't leave in the middle of the night but once I read it a second time mouthed the word 'bracelets?' and looked at my wrists. There were two silver bands on both wrists. I tried pulling on the bands to see if they would budge or even stretch. After playing around with the bands for five minute it was no use, it was like they were glued to my skin. At this point I was a little disturbed by these simple piece of jewelry. What were they for? Simple as they were I didn't like it one bit.

With adrenaline surging through my body I leapt out of bed quickly trying to put on my pants with thought racing through my head. What if these bands are deadly? Are they poisonous? Am I going to die? Once I was dressed I was about to head down to where ever her RV was (RV?) and confront her, maybe even torture her if I must till the elevator doors opened to her standing there all dressed in tight fitting clothing. Beatrice was holding unto a black bag and on her right was a big white chest that you see in basements or attics.

While I was standing there dumbfounded she responded with ease. "Ah, cool you're awake! Just in time to help drag this baby in."

"You mean the chest?"

"Yeah, all the wonderful books I was able to get over the ten years wondering in the desert. Most of them I got from an underground library." Forgetting that I was possibly dying (gratefully I didn't die) I helped her with her chest full of books. I swear she was becoming more interesting by the minute. Since the comet books and other things have become scarce to impossible to find. The last book I've ever encountered a tattered version of the dictionary, not entertaining but useful. While I was helping her in I asked, "What kind of books are in here?"

We put the chest on the foot of the bed when she answered. "Just about everything really from almost A-Z. Just say the name of the author or the title and I probably have it."

"Edger Allen Poe!" I blurted out excitingly. You know how long it has been since I've read Poe? It feels like decades! She sits down on the chest, legs crossed. Suddenly I had a picture of her in Victorian dress sitting very properly on a pleasant afternoon.

"Yes, Kesslee, I have the complete works and poems in here along with other stuff like Lovecraft, Milton, Blake, I can go on all day about literature but first I need to explain things to you." When she mention about explaining things I looked down at my wrists and remembered I was here to confront her.

"What are these things on my wrists? Are they dangerous?" I asked hoping to intimidate her without success. She moved to the right side of the chest, tapping her fingers to the empty spot gesturing me to sit down. At first I didn't want to join her yet it felt very childish of me to be stubborn so I sat next to her. She put her arm around my shoulder and began explaining the bands on my wrists.

"First of all they're not dangerous, in fact you are going to like them a lot if you don't struggle with them?"

"What do you mean struggle?" I asked feeling panicky of what they would do to me. She held up her finger to my lips telling me to be quiet.

"It's part of our tradition as a Siren to lure ships to our layer. We did it for two reasons: food and sex. If you were a young man you were considered food, the younger the man the better the taste. Now if you were old you were taken as a sex slave. I know it might sound strange to you but it's logical. To us old age meant experience, the more gray on you head the better you were in bed and by that full head of white hair," she said running her fingers through my hair. "You are just screaming, 'I'm one hell of a lover!'"

I was sitting there speechless, I was caught between feeling offended and feeling pleased. After she explained this to me I had an image of a Grindhouse trailer with the announcer speaking in a dramatic voice. 'A Ship wrecked at sea, a Caption and his crew are rescued by several beautiful half-naked woman. The men thought they were in paradise only to discover the Crew were food and the old Caption was forced into sexual slavery! Malcolm McDowell in The Slave'

"So you're not kidding about being your personal sex slave?" Without warning Beatrice was straddling me with my hands (I did not intend to do this) grabbing her ass. She smiled down at me and said, "Yes, darling, I'm not kidding. Now stand up."

Once she was off my lap I stood up without protest. She stood a few inches away with her hands on her hips. "Take your clothes off." I went as far as taking off my shirt. I didn't feel comfortable showing off my limp member. "Did I say stop, slave?" The bands began to feel like melting bands around my wrists that thankfully disappeared when I put my hands to my fly. It also meant I wasn't allowed to stop. With no way out of it I let my pants drop to my ankles.

Flaccid I'm about three inches but when I'm erect incredibly 8 inches tall and very thick. I was expecting her to laugh, thank god she didn't. "So…you're a grower not a shower." I watched her hands undo the buttons of her top one by one. I began to feel myself stiffen as every bit of flesh began to expose itself. In slow sensualness her shirt was on the floor. Her breasts were perfectly round and they looked so soft I wanted to feel them for myself.

"Now that's better, sit back down." I did as she commanded without question, in fact I was enjoying my enslavement. I was hoping she'll take off her pants and ride me but instead she got on the bed behind me and put a blindfold over my eyes. "Why are you-ohhhh Bea!" She grabbed unto my hair exposing my neck and biting me. It wasn't hard enough to brake skin but it felt so…..good. Being blinded I felt her lips, tongue and teeth explore my body in ways I've never felt before. After a few moments of sensations I felt her straddle me at last kissing me deeply while I slipped inside her. Oh god I've never thought being blind would be a bliss

Once we broke the kiss her hands were on shoulders studying herself as she rode me like a horse. My hands finally getting their wish as I squeezed her heavenly breasts. I heard her sigh in delight as I sucked hard on her nipples. "Kesslee….oh God….you're such a….oh my-AHHH" she screamed, her orgasm flowing like water. Still not done I took off the blindfold kissing her passionately as I threw her on the bed. I looked down upon her for a moment, her body glowing with the after sex. I spread her legs rubbing my still harden cock against her wetness. Her body began to buck in eagerness telling me to be inside her. Obeying her body I slid back in were she was tighter, hotter, and wetter then ever.

During our lovemaking I made her cum several more times until she begged me. "Oh please….Kesslee….I want….your love!" Hearing her say that I actually felt like I was more then a slave, like I was….."Oh Bea!" I screamed as I spurted all of my love inside her. Once the glow of after sex was upon us we held each other, her lips so soft and kissable I couldn't resist putting my lips against hers. "I…am…going…to…enjoy….you…a lot," she said between kisses.

"I think I feel the same way," I said, after the glow was gone we went under the cover to sleep again. As I was about to go to dreamland I heard a voice say, Look in the bag.