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Pricked by a Thorn	By : EliiVaughn Category: 1 through F > Damien: Omen II Views: 2471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Pricked by a Thorn
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It was her father’s idea.
Damien had been called to Neff’s office one winter afternoon just before break and stood before the Sergeant’s desk, not the least bit worried. Usually boys in this position were in for some kind of dressing down, but Sergeant Neff didn’t really hold any power over Damien; rather, the only reason he was even at the school was to serve. And so it came to pass that when Damien had showed interest in Neff’s teenage daughter Raynee, he was all too happy to be able to please his master.
Neff knew Damien’s penchance for sadism; he witnessed the young man’s performance in sports and even in the classroom where Damien could always be relied on to show the others that they were no threat to him. He’d tried to counsel Damien in being subtle, but as Damien matured his true nature ripened and could not be held back as easily. The timeline of Damien’s life was one of Before and After. Before represented the time he was an ordinary youth, best friend with Mark, carefree for the most part. When After happened, Damien felt himself slowly changing. Each day, each week he dwelled more on his position of power and a yearning that had only been a whisper Before turned to a shout.
Damien had hardly noticed girls for a long while – they seemed silly and useless to him with their worries about their hair and clothing. Something changed in him After; he not only felt drawn to his peers sexually, but he felt an overwhelming need to dominate. Girls were an easy target, though not plentiful at his school. He could have done with a boy, perhaps a boy who didn’t belong at a military academy and whose father sent him there in some vain hope to increase his manliness. But dabbling with a boy meant making things too close for comfort. A girl would be accessible but not around when he didn’t want her; he could keep his personas separate and his secrets safe.
It did come as a small surprise when Neff confronted Damien that day, sympathizing with him and showing understanding of his needs. And that’s when he had arranged to give Damien and Raynee special meetings together. It was Neff’s way of getting brownie points and satisfying Damien’s dark urges all at once. And Raynee, well, what she thought was inconsequential. She would simply have to accept her role without complaint.
Damien had met Raynee a few times before; he noted that she was pretty, with raven black hair that cascaded in waves down her back. Her features were delicate and her frame fairly small. Growing up the daughter of a Sergeant had made her fit in body and mind, and she had been well trained to accept whatever mission or order she was given. Damien could have admired her had she not been a girl. Still, he would make good use of her.
With the help of other Disciples of the Watch, Neff procured a small cabin in the woods on the property just adjacent to the school; it was here that he would “deliver” Raynee for her scheduled meetings with Damien. The cabin had been outfitted in all of the normal ways: King sized bed with luxurious sheets and duvet, solid wood furniture, gold fittings, a bathroom with a stand up shower that offered sprays from so many directions it left its host with no work at all. A small kitchen stocked with all of Damien’s favorites, a bar with the same.
Then there was the Closet. The Closet which could almost be its own room, concealed by a bookcase and locked with a combination that only Damien and Neff knew. Inside this closet were the most spectacular and detailed array of implements that one could hope for if one were a sexual deviant. It housed a veritable shop of toys for Damien and his play friend: whips, crops, clamps, feathers, chains, cuffs, creams and lubes that could make one hot, cold, or tingly. Balms for nursing wounds if you cared to do so. Gauze and first aid kids. Collars. Leads. Blindfolds.
The only thing missing, and missing intentionally, was any kind of birth control. This came specifically by order of Damien himself.
As Damien’s sexual appetites formed, Neff provided guidance along the way in conversations that initially left Damien embarrassed and uncomfortable but as time went on, gave him a strategic outlook on the whole affair. Sex, as Neff counseled, could be used in a variety of ways. Damien’s protectors all knew the day would come when he reached sexual maturity and would begin to manifest his desires. It was in his interest that he be informed on how best to use these desires to meet certain ends, rather than just waste his energy as most young boys did.
“Sex,” Neff said without a hint of embarrassment, as if he were talking about a football play, “is a weapon. Sex can control and conquer, and sex can also destroy and shame. There’s a lot to be gained by using sex wisely, Damien.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Boys your age might be out there fucking anything that walks on two or four legs, but you must be careful, Damien. You will have women fawning over you, offering themselves and their services, but you must only use the ones who can further your greatness. Leave the rest to rot. That’s why my daughter Raynee is going to be helping you. You can use her to hone your skills of manipulation and coercion. Get her to think you love her; get her to hate you and then forgive you. The greatest challenge when playing around in someone’s mind is to create unfailing loyalty no matter what happens. There are men and women who can be molded like clay into whatever you want or need. Now, do you need a convenient body to fuck every now and then just for the pure pleasure of release? Sure, we all do. But in your case, since you’re so very special, that convenient body is best one of those chosen for you. Do you understand?”
“I think so, Sir.”
“Raynee has been told that you’re interested in meeting with her and that she will be taken to a cabin not far from this school twice a week. In the interest of remaining discreet, your meetings will last no longer than two hours for the first couple of weeks and extend from there. The arrangement will last for as long as you wish. I just ask that during the first few months at the very least, you do not involve yourself sexually with anyone else. Focus your attention and skills on Raynee and she will be a helper to you. She will come to understand you, love you, and serve you well. She will become loyal to you so that in future, she will be there no matter what may come.”
“Sergeant, you do realize that this arrangement may prove quite…harmful to your daughter?” Damien asked.
Neff sighed and looked at Damien harshly. “We all have sacrifices we must make, Damien.”
Damien smiled despite himself. He’d have his very own plaything very soon, and if he worked on her in just the right ways, he’d have a loyal and committed follower for life and beyond. Adam had his Eve, after all.

Raynee Neff knew enough about Damien to be excited that they were going to meet, but had no idea what was in store for her or why her father had instructed her to start meeting with him secretly. Apparently her father thought Damien was someone to be revered since he had bent over backwards to please him. To Raynee, Damien looked like an ordinary boy. He was handsome, somewhat cocky, and seemed just a little bit dangerous. He was the sort of boy one’s father usually tried to keep away from his daughter, but here hers was pushing her into Damien’s arms. Strange.
There was no reason to distrust her father, so Raynee agreed to the instructions and from what little information she’d been given, felt apprehensive if not outright scared. The nature of her assignment had not been fully revealed – Neff had told her that there was a young man named Damien whom they all needed to make sure was pleased at all times, and he’d shown an interest in meeting with her. He thought her pretty, and this was usually all a girl needed to hear to go running after whomever offered the compliment. Still, Raynee had natural reservations. She’d been complimented before and turned down many an offer. The boys she’d danced with at balls, talked with on occasion, met here and there all seemed so bland and obsessed with sports or fighting and other boring male pursuits. Some could barely string a coherent sentence together and she wondered if they were just not very smart or just self-conscious. Everyone thought the very pretty girls had a lot of boyfriends but the opposite was true because most guys were downright afraid of the most attractive girls. And Raynee was no exception, for she was a very beautiful girl indeed.
Growing up as a Sergeant’s daughter and in the midst of military order, Raynee found herself maturing in what she thought were strange ways. She felt competent in public but in her personal fantasies she imagined herself at the mercy of a gorgeous boy, a nameless and faceless boy who knew exactly what she needed. She started having submissive ideas as a child, though they had not morphed into sexual fantasies until she was in her early teens. Soon she found there were others like her, and this thing was called something, and some people were even proud of it and acted out their desires without shame in clubs and spaces made especially for them and their fetishes.
Raynee had never even kissed a boy, but thought about it almost constantly. She didn’t want the sweet, romantic, sunset on a beach type of kiss. She’d been offered and escaped those in order to keep searching for the one boy who might be enough like her to understand. Damien could be that boy, she thought. A thrill of fear rushed through her, causing the hair on her neck to stand up. It felt utterly delicious, the danger of it. What did he want with her, anyway? Why were they to meet in secret? What was so special about him?
As instructed, Raynee prepared meticulously and when she was done showering, waxing, buffing, moisturizing, applying makeup, doing her hair and so on, she looked like a goddess. Now she was ready to meet Damien.

Damien waited in the cabin, having arrived there early so he could explore the place. He was amazed at how carefully the rooms had been designed with his mind in mind. Even The Closet was a sight to behold and his pupils dilated just looking at all of the toys he would soon be playing with. Like a kid in a candy shop, he thought to himself as he surveyed the items stacked on shelves and hanging on the walls inside the walk-in space. Truth be told, some of the items were completely foreign to him but he figured he would find out what they did by putting them to use.
But maybe not tonight. They had only two hours and it was just their first meeting; he would have to start working on her mind first. He had natural charisma which had helped him gain followers in the past; perhaps all he needed to do was be himself and Raynee would fall under his spell. Then again, he had no idea what kind of person she was and she might be a tougher nut to crack. Time would tell.
Headlights shone through the window and streaked across the wall; a car pulled into the driveway and Damien listened as a door opened and closed. Another door. Footsteps. A knock at the front door.
“Come!” he said commandingly, leaning in the bedroom doorway with his hands in his pockets.
The door opened and in stepped a young girl dressed to the nines in a red cocktail dress that seemed somehow too sophisticated for her and four inch heels that did the same. She tottered slightly, giving away the fact that she wasn’t used to the shoes. Damien shook his head slightly. They shouldn’t have tried to make her look so old; he didn’t mind them young.
“Damien?” the girl asked, walking over to him as someone closed the door behind her. The click of a lock sounded which made her stop and look back toward the door for a panicked second.
“Yes. You must be Raynee.” He didn’t extend his hand or make a move toward her, just lazily stayed in his spot, surveying her from top to toe. “What on earth did Neff do to you?”
“Pardon?”
“The getup. It was his idea, wasn’t it?”
Raynee looked down at the dress which would have fit perfectly if she’d been twenty five. “I have no idea; I was told to wear it.”
“They put all of this effort in only to fuck up at the last second,” Damien said to the air more than to Raynee.
“Sorry, I don’t quite understand,” said Raynee.
“Please take the shoes off; you look like you’re going to fall.”
Raynee did as she was told, and Damien walked over to her. “At least you’re a little shorter than me,” he said.
“Is that…good?”
Damien only smiled. “Do you know why you’re here, Raynee?”
“My father said he had an assignment of great importance for me and I was to report here…like this…” she gestured to the dress, “to meet with you twice a week. I was to do as you said without question. That’s pretty much all I know.”
“And do you have any questions? I will try to answer if you do, though no promises.”
Damien walked to the bar and poured two drinks, then sat down on the sofa and pat the spot next to him. Raynee joined him and he handed her a highball glass which she stared into to avoid meeting his gaze. His piercing blue eyes were overwhelming and she felt he could see straight into her soul. It wouldn’t do if he could see how nervous she really was. She’d been trying hard to hide the slight tremble in her hands.
“I do have some questions,” she said. She glanced up and saw Damien take a sip from his glass, watching her from over the rim. “Are you a prince or something?”
Damien almost laughed out loud. This girl was just precious. She was just the right amount of innocent. “No, well…maybe. I am kind of a big deal, if that’s what you mean.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I’m important to a lot of people and they want to make sure I’m happy. One hand washes the other sort of thing.”
Raynee furrowed her brow; so Damien was important somehow. She wanted to know more – a lot more – but bit her tongue. If he was really so important, she didn’t want to come off as demanding of answers.
There was something odd about him, too. It was as if he exuded an aura of something she couldn’t put her finger on but was quite pleasing and terrifying at the same time. The kind of high a thrill seeker loved most. She wanted to be near him just to be bathed in it. Her hands relaxed and she let her shoulders slouch and round just a little. Damien shook his head slightly and with a slight tilt up of his chin, made it known that Raynee should sit up straight. Something in this gesture was so commanding that Raynee instantly obeyed and at the same time a small fire had been set alight within her. This was the kind of treatment she silently craved and the hint of a tingle shot through her pelvis, warming her insides.
Damien put his glass down and reached for her hand. “We don’t really need to talk, Raynee. That’s not what we’re here for.” He stared into her eyes and she could not look away. Her lips parted as her breathing quickened along with her heart beat. His middle finger traced circles in her palm and a delightful shiver ran through her body. Damien’s answering smile cemented her doom. She was already falling in love.

Damien planned each of his moves carefully and felt an inner amusement as Raynee responded to each of his cues exactly as he’d expected. An added bonus was how sweet she seemed to be and how she genuinely wanted to make her father proud. He could tell she was on her best behavior. Scrutinizing her, he had thought her easy prey at first and though she still seemed on the unchallenging side, there was one thing that caught Damien off guard. As he peered into her eyes, he saw an excitement and even a pleasure lurking at the core of her motivation. He decided to test her out a little.
“Raynee,” he said. “Take off your dress for me.”
A slight hesitation, then Raynee remembered her mission. She stood up and reached around to grab the zipper on her dress. Once she’d pulled it open, she let the dress fall from her shoulders into a pool of fabric at her feet. She still had a white slip on and a bra and knickers under that, but the act of disrobing even a little bit and moreso being told to do it, made her body respond. Her cunt tightened and she felt herself getting wet as Damien’s eyes roved her curves.
“The slip,” he said.
She gathered the slip and pulled it over her head, letting it join her dress on the floor.
Damien took another sip from his glass and leaned back on the sofa. The show was just beginning.
“I’m going to tell you to do some things and I don’t want you to speak, do you understand? Just do what I say,” he told her. His voice was laced with lust but Damien kept control of himself. His cock had already become quite hard watching Raynee take off her clothes for him, but it wasn’t time yet to have her completely. He checked the clock and noted that they still had ninety minutes with which to play, and they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom. Perhaps it would be better to draw this out, anyway. Raise the tension but don’t break it yet. There was more than enough time for breaking her.
Raynee nodded her assent and remained silent, though her insides were pooling with desire. She closed her eyes and took a quivering breath. Had her father meant to give her to Damien as a sexual partner or was this some kind of date gone horribly wrong? Either way, Raynee wanted to give in to Damien. She abandoned her apprehension, the questioning and the fears and entranced herself in the living out of one of her secret fantasies. One that Damien so obviously shared.
“Touch yourself, Raynee,” said Damien. “Run your hands over your breasts, down your stomach, and into your knickers for me. Slowly.”
Raynee brought her hands up to her neck and slowly slid them down to her breasts which ached for attention. She caressed herself, all the while feeling the heat of Damien’s stare. His face betrayed nothing, so Raynee wasn’t sure she was pleasing him, but kept going. Now she slid her hands across her taut stomach and down, down to the elastic of her bikini knickers.
“Keep going,” said Damien.
Raynee closed her eyes and was reprimanded instantly.
“No. Look at me, Raynee.”
She met his gaze again as her fingertips disappeared into her knickers.
“Good,” he said.
She pressed a fingertip between her nether lips and rubbed her clit in small circles.
“Put one of your fingers into your cunt, Raynee. Spread your legs a little. There, that’s good.” Damien’s hand had stolen to his own trousers and he ran his hand along the turgid member still concealed within his pants. Each stroke brought him waves of pleasure and he wanted to order Raynee to climb on top of him and ride him to completion, to feel her sweet pussy milk him of his seed but he forced himself to hold off.
Raynee’s finger was now embedded deeply within her cunt and she moved it in and out without having to be told. She panted and sighed, hoping that doing so would not offend him or break his rules.
“Come here,” said Damien, and Raynee approached him. “Lean down.”
Raynee did so and Damien took her full breasts in his hands, kneading her flesh outside her bra. He tugged the garment down, causing her breasts to be revealed to him. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily as his fingers pinched her other nipple harshly. Raynee gasped and cried out from the pain but she didn’t pull away from him. Damien brought his teeth down on her nipple, nipping at her and pulling as she moaned uncontrollably. Raynee’s pussy was thoroughly wet now, as having her nipples played with was especially arousing to her and something she did herself when masturbating. She’d never had another person’s hands or mouth on her body, though. Having both nipples stimulated at the same time almost pushed her over the edge. Damien released her and the sudden loss of his touch made Raynee ache. Her mind was hazy with lust and she felt she would do anything he asked at this point, she wanted so badly to make him come.
Damien had allowed himself to go further than intended and abruptly pushed her away. The hurt look on her face thrilled him. For a full minute he just stared at her, taking account of her breathing, the glisten of a fine sheen of sweat on her skin, her flushed cheeks, her heavy lidded eyes. He could tell she was ripe for fucking and his cock strained against his trousers, begging to make her his. And there again was that look in her eyes, the thing he couldn’t quite place yet. It wasn’t fear. He’d been looking for fear and though there were bits here and there, the driving force wasn’t terror at being made to do these things for him.
His mind scanned the myriad things they could do together before he actually penetrated her, and how each of these things would serve to bond them and to what extent. He could have her jerk or suck him off. He could humiliate her with more commands. He’d already hurt her and showed her that he enjoyed inflicting pain – he could always find creative ways to inflict more.
In the end, Damien decided that with an hour left what he really wanted to do was tease her until she cried. In doing so he would exert his power over her mind and body and show her that she would not be allowed release without his permission. And of course, the tears. Damien loved tears.
“Go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. On your back. I’ll be in shortly.”
Raynee looked a bit confused but did as she was told. Once she’d left the room, Damien downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the side table. Then he went into the bedroom to join his new little toy. She lay on the bed as instructed, and Damien climbed up from the foot of the bed like a lion over his prey. He hovered over Raynee for a moment before settling his body down on top of hers, his hardness pressing right into her pubic bone. He moved against her, enjoying the little gasps and sighs that escaped her lips. Her lips. Finally Damien allowed himself a taste. He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her hard, insistently. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she yielded to him. His hands roamed her body, first squeezing her breasts, then running down between her thighs and finally settling inside her knickers. Damien’s fingers deftly worked her clit, stimulating her with small circles and varying pressure. He could tell by her breathing and whimpers that she was getting close. He roughly pushed his middle finger up inside her, her cunt so juicy by this time that his cock could have breached her easily. He crooked his finger and used a beckoning type of motion which he had read stimulates a woman’s G-spot. All at once Raynee stiffened and grabbed onto him and he knew this was the moment he would be hated for, but he had to do it. He pulled his finger out of her and pushed away from her, kneeling up on the bed and watching her writhe with want. The satisfying groan that came from her throat then told him that he’d been successful. Raynee almost begged for him to continue, but she was under orders and trying very hard to be obedient. She’d almost gone over the edge when he’d stopped. Cruel, merciless boy. Her hand instinctively went to her cunt to finish herself off, but Damien grabbed her wrists and held them over her head.
“No,” he said, looking down at her as he again hovered over her body. “You come only when I say so. Don’t touch yourself without permission.”
Raynee nodded, tears forming in her eyes.
Damien thought at first the tears were sorrow and frustration, for who wouldn’t be emotionally exhausted by the denial of pleasure after so much foreplay? Then Damien understood that look in Raynee’s eyes: it wasn’t sorrow at all, but intense and unadulterated ecstasy.
She’s enjoying this, he thought almost incredulously. Slowly he released her and climbed off the bed. His shirt stuck to his back with sweat from the heat they had generated. Again a pair of headlights swept the room and Damien ordered Raynee to hurry and get dressed. Their time was up.
“I’ll see you Thursday,” he said curtly. He followed her to the living area and watched her put on the red dress. “Oh, and Raynee?”
She stopped and looked at him questioningly.
“Burn that thing.”
Raynee smiled.
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