Fallen Angel of The Young Ones

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Summary: Venger makes Sheila his concubine.


Author's Note: Originally, Chapter Five was chapter Four. This is now Chapter Five. What can I tell you? It is a work in progress.


Pen Name: Dan Cooper is the guy who caught D.B. Cooper on the ground after D.B. jumped. They then split up with half the money for each. Today they have reunited together one last time! To write Venger/Sheila fan fiction on the Internet!


Thanks: Thanks to FallenAngelGirl and Rana Kane. They both reviewed this story and I appreciate it!


Sheila: Fallen Angel of the Young Ones

By

Dan Cooper

Chapter 5

The Bargain


Sheila’s mouth kissed Venger’s chest over and over as she descended. Her hand already held his flaccid penis. Even as she touched it, it began to rise. She started to jerk him off, taking long slow even strokes. Her other hand lay on the interior of his thigh.

Venger lay there, his eyes shut from the feel of it as Sheila’s hand rose and fell.

The enchantment she was under took over as Sheila kissed the tip of his manhood. She had never touched a man’s penis before Venger’s, not to mention kiss one. A small piece of her mind told her not to do this. For once, she listened to that part and merely continued to use her hand.

Venger's organ throbbed with heat in her hand. Sheila could feel blood pulsing through it. Her hand rose and fell, rose and fell.

Eventually, after what seemed an age, Venger came forth. It ran over her hand, fouling it. Sheila pulled back, momentarily disgusted with what she had done. She immediately got up to wash it off. When she returned, Venger slapped her.

“Do not get up until I tell you to,” he said.“Come to me and apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said as she came to him at once. By now, she was so used to being beaten that just being slapped was a minor thing. A small part of her said that was wrong, but it died after only being born halfway.

Venger was ready again after only a few minutes of rest. This time he hauled her upright and took her with his knees on the bed. Hers were dug into his thighs as he began.

It lasted for over an hour. Venger's mighty arms held her as his massive penis worked in and out. They kissed and kissed, their tongues entwined deeply. Sheila's tongue was deep in his mouth, it played over his fangs again and again. At the same time, she could feel Venger's tongue in her mouth.

Sheila had three orgasms. Each and everyone of them bound her to Lord Venger. The magic made him more and more her Master.

As time wore on in this place, Sheila had become able to gage Venger’s moods. She knew she had pleased him. When they were done, the talking would begin. She found herself looking forward to it.

“Sheila,” breathed Venger. “That was truly magnificent. You are mine now. Say it.”

“I am yours, Master. I belong to you now.”

Sheila paused and took a deep breath. What she was about to say could displease him immensely. If it worked, she would lose all, but her friends would gain. She no longer cared about herself. Her brother and the others were all that mattered.

“There is just one condition, Master. Send my friends home. If you do, I will stay here voluntarily. I will do whatever you want, when you want it, as many times as you want it. I will dress how you want. I will do everything you say. I will be your slave.”

There was a long moment of silence. Sheila lay there, her eyes shut wondering how he would respond. If this worked,...If the others could go home. That was the important part. Not her.

Venger lay there, considering what Sheila had said. It was a good bargain in several respects, but not without its drawbacks. If Dungeon Master's accursed pupils returned home, the weapons would be forever out of his reach. However, he would have Sheila as his servant forever. Not just by domination or magic. but because she gave herself to him willingly.

“I would have to think about it, Sheila.”

With that, Venger rose and stood there looking at her intensely. Then he vanished in a burst of violet.