I had been brought up in a strictly religious home. My father was a Minister, and my mother was deeply involved in church activities. I was dragged along to every service, and was expected to follow in my mother’s footsteps.

Father was a domineering man, and what he said in the home went. All talk of Sex was forbidden, and according to his beliefs, Sex outside marriage was one of the biggest sins a woman could commit.

When I was 18, I was finally allowed to go out with a boy from Church, if you could call it ‘going out’.

His name was Bradley, or Brad, and he was a year older than me. His upbringing was strict too, but nothing compared to mine. We were rarely left alone, and we weren’t allowed to do anything except hold hands.

My first shock when I started dating him was when my mother made an appointment for me with the local GP, and accompanied me to the appointment.

There she asked him to put me on the contraceptive pill. Knowing my father’s objection to contraceptives, I had asked her why she had done this behind his back. She shocked me further by saying she knew what kind of feelings young women can have. Was she condoning Sex before I married?

As far as I knew it had been years since my father and she had made Love, and I started to feel sorry for her. Did she have cravings that she kept hidden, too ashamed to tell my father, or just too scared to tell him?

I was an ‘A’ grade pupil and had just passed all my school exams with flying colours. Brad had already started University, and I was due to start in a few months’ time.

He then informed me of his plan to take 6 months out of University to go back-packing across Europe. His parents had been against it, but had finally allowed him to go. I was sorry to hear that we would be apart for so long, but then he dropped a bombshell. Would I go with him, at least for a couple of months until I was due to start my studies?

My Father exploded when I told him, and I was sent to my room. I sobbed on my bed, my hate for him growing. How I wished that I had a bit more freedom. As I had gotten older I had started to resent both of my parents, my father for his strict rules and control, and my mother for always bowing down to him.

An hour later I hear loud voices from the living-room. I opened my door to hear my mother let loose like she had never ever done before.

She had accused him of suffocating her all these years, never showing her any Love or contact, and how she had finally had enough. She said that she couldn’t sit and watch me being smothered the way she had.

I had expected my father to lose it, but he had remained silent.

Later that night my mother came to my room to inform me I could go with Brad for six weeks, just as long as I was back to start University.

My heart jumped, and my feelings for my mother changed over-night.

Three weeks later Brad and I were trekking across Europe, and I felt more alive than I had my entire life. We had been using hostels and our tents to keep our journey moving, and I started to wish I never had to go home.

Since the start of our exploration, Brad’s advances on me had become bolder. Now out of range of my over protective father, he seemed to fancy his chances of finally taking me. The truth was, I was feeling the same.

We had kissed and cuddled more since we left than all the time we had been together at home. I had even let him fondle me, although usually through clothing. If we slept in our tent we would usually spoon at night. As we drifted to sleep I could feel his erection sticking into my bottom, and the naughtiness of it would turn me on.

I decided that before we left for home, I would let Brad have his wish.

Week four and we had crossed into Romania. It was like stepping into a whole different way of life. Staying clear of big towns and cities, we found the life there more laid back, kind of like stepping back in time.

We had stopped at a few hostels, then by Brad’s calculations, we would be camping out a few nights until we reached the next hostel on our journey.

It was then things had turned sour. Brad started acting different. He had been starting to push things even further between us, with me having to fend him off, telling him to wait just a bit longer. I had now taken to sleeping at the other side of the tent from him, for all the good a couple of feet would make.

We had argued yet again one night, with Brad saying I had been teasing him. I finally nodded off, but I had thoughts in the back of my head that he may be right.

I awoke to feel pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes to find Brad on top of me, with my legs parted. He was reaching down, trying to remove my underwear. I screamed at him and struggled, realising he could keep me pinned and do what he wanted to me and there was probably nothing I could do to stop him.

Luckily my struggling brought him to his senses. As he finally got off me, I noticed his penis was out. He had really intended to go through with it. I was shocked at its size, because I had never seen it before. Despite not being allowed access to pornographic content, I had managed to see pictures of male genitals online. I had been shocked, but excited looking at them. Although not as big as some of the models I had seen, Brad’s still looked impressive.

I didn’t get much sleep that night, huddling in a corner away from him. The next day he half apologised for his actions, but I seriously thought about heading for home the first town we reached.

Our next day’s trek started out decent enough, but by noon a mist had risen out of nowhere, and the further we travelled, the thicker it got. Checking my phone I realised I had no signal, and Brad confirmed the same.

We had wandered into some trees, and try as we might, couldn’t retrace our steps out. We had seriously considered just bedding down until it cleared, but had finally decided to keep on for another hour to see if we could maybe get a bit of luck and come across any type of civilisation.

An hour later we were on our last legs, our clothes damp and sticking to us. The trees had gotten thicker, and the mist seemed to be sapping our energy.

Just as I was about to give up, the trees broke, and suddenly, looming out of the mist, we saw a large mansion.

We both stood in awe. “It looks like Dracula’s castle.” Brad said, but with a hint of nervousness.

My initial feeling was fear, and the urge to run, but something in my head soothed me. I could have sworn I heard a whispering voice, calling to me. “Come little one.” I quickly glanced around, but couldn’t see anything in the fog. Strangely I thought that the voice was inside my head.

We both stood, tired, chilled and beaten. With a choice of continuing our walk, or approaching this ominous house, the house eventually won.

Brad reached the door first and rang the bell. I approached behind him, waiting. Just as we thought that the house was perhaps empty, a sound of footsteps came from within. We heard a bolt being drawn, then the screech as the door was pulled open.

A pale looking man peered out at us, and both Brad and I nearly took a step back.

“Eh, we seem to be lost.” Brad said.

The man stood, silent. Then he slowly moved back. “You had better come in.”

We told him our story in a bit more detail, and he said that the Lady of the house was away at the moment. He then offered to take our damp clothes to dry them, so we steeped into a side room to change into some dry items.

When the pale man came back he told us to step into the next room where he would bring us some food.

I had been nervous about entering the house, but now that I was warm and dry, I started to relax. The man introduced himself as Davis, and said he was servant to the Lady Lucinda. There was something off about Davis, but nothing I could put my finger on.

Once we had eaten, Brad and I had discussed trying to move on, but Davis had told us it was dangerous to be out in the mist, and that it was quite a regular occurrence in these parts.

I checked my phone again to find I still didn’t have a signal.

“Those don’t seem to work in these parts.” he said.

“We hate to put you at any inconvenience.” I said.

“You would be better staying the night, and setting off early tomorrow morning. I know the best tracks around here, and I will set you in the right direction.”

With everything set, we settled down for the evening. As it got darker, Davis went about lighting large candles. I found this odd as there were obviously light switches on the wall.

Seeing my confusion, he informed me that they had been having trouble with their generators, and I had to admit the candle light gave the place a cosy feeling.

Davis soon had a large fire going, and Brad and I sat cosy in front of it. We had still not talked much since last night, and I still had thoughts of leaving him when I got the chance. But my thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and I looked up to see the most beautiful woman I had ever set eyes on.

Lady Lucinda was tall, around 5’10, had raven black hair, large firm breasts, and an hour glass figure. She wore a sheer black dress, and with the light dancing strangely from the fire, at times it seemed to be see through. For a split second I thought I saw the vee of her bush, but on second look I realised that I was mistaken. Her nipples and long legs were also noticeable at first glance, but again, on further study this proved not to be the case.

My heart rate had increased, and I strangely felt moist between my legs. I had never been attracted to women, but this woman, or Lady, was different. I glanced at Brad and was shocked to see him gawping at her. Then my gaze lowered to see his penis tenting his trousers. It was obvious the effect she was having on him.

Jealousy crept over me. Despite my thoughts on leaving him, I now wanted him to look at me like the way he was eyeing her.

“Let me introduce myself. I am Lady Lucinda. And who do we have here?”

We introduced ourselves, telling her all about our back-packing trip and getting lost.

“Well, this mist won’t let up any time soon. You did right by agreeing to stay. I will get Davis to make your bed, or will that be beds?”

“Bed.” said Brad.

“Beds.” I replied.

She gave a knowing smile.

“I’ll give you adjoining rooms. You can decide for yourself later.”

We spent the evening in her company, and she plied us with wine. Not being used to alcohol, it went straight to my head.

Lady Lucinda’s voice had a strange soothing effect on me, and I felt like I could just listen to her for hours. She told us some of her history, and the mansion’s history, but the wine had dulled my senses, and I found details hard to recall. The last thing I remembered was Lucinda helping me upstairs to bed. Her touch felt very sensual, and once again I felt a wetness between my legs. Brad had the next room, and I was fast asleep as soon as Lucinda helped me onto the bed.

“Sleep well, little one.” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I awoke later, unsure of the time. I felt groggy, realising I shouldn’t have had as much wine. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was after one. I had only slept for about two hours.

I slowly rose from the bed and walked over to the adjoining room door. It was slightly ajar, and I peeked through. Brad’s bed was still made. Was he with Lucinda?

I lay back on my bed, starting to feel uneasy again. I had just started to doze when I heard Brad’s room door. I rushed to his room to check on him, finding him dishevelled, and lethargic.

Noticing his zip open I put two and two together.

“You slept with her!”

Instead of denying it he sneered at me. “Well, I wasn’t going to get it from you, was I?”

My temper rose. “I hate you Brad. How could you?”

“Maybe I’ve got some left for you.” He said, his eyes full of lust. His hand went to pull his penis from his trousers, and I scurried back to my room, slamming the door shut. Luckily there was a bolt on my side, and I pulled it across.

Brad had reached the door and started banging on it, shouting at me to let him in. I stood with my back to the door as tears flowed down my cheeks.

Brad wasn’t giving up, continuing to curse and shout at me. He then took to hitting the door with what I assumed to be his shoulder. Wishing it would all end, I thought I heard the main door of Brad’s room open. Panic hit me as I thought he was going to come for my main door, but I was stopped halfway across the room from what sounded like a scream from Brad.

Silence followed, and after making sure my main door was locked, went back to the adjoining door. I put my ear to it. Still silence. Was Brad playing some kind of trick, hoping I would open the door?

I eventually returned to my bed, and despite my worries, I must have nodded off.

“Come to me little one!”

I jumped up from the bed, searching the room. It was empty. My heart was racing. It was the same feeling that I had had earlier today. It felt that the voice was once again in my head. I tried to kid myself that I had dreamt it, but then, lighter this time, “Come to me.”

Before I realised it, I was walking towards the door, unlocking it, continuing down the corridor.

“That’s it, come to me.” Instinctively I knew where to go, but deep down I sensed danger. My body had other plans as I navigated several stairs and corridors to find myself at the top of the house.

I was in front of a large oak door, and just for a second, my body froze. My hand was inches from the large handle, when the voice came to me one more time. “Enter.”

The room was sensually lit by candles. There was a four poster bed with silk drapes adorning it. My feet continued their journey, walking across the deep piled carpet. The bed was empty, but out of the corner of my eye, Lucinda seemed to appear from nowhere. By the time my head had turned, she was right next to me.

My body shivered, and once again I noticed that I was getting wet. Why did this woman have this effect on me?

“Come, sit.” She said, manoeuvring me to the bed. I realised that all I had on was a thin nightdress, somewhat inappropriate in front of a stranger.

A glass of wine was in my hand soon after, and we sat together, our legs touching. Her gown had crept open to reveal her milk white thigh. My hand nearly went to touch it before I caught myself.

“I can’t find Brad.” I finally said.

“Oh, don’t worry about him right now.”

At her words, my worries ceased.

In the candle-light, Lucinda’s eyes looked jet black with flickers of red, and I knew I could drown in them if I wasn’t careful.

She shifted slightly, and I looked down to see my hand on her thigh. I was shocked at myself, but didn’t move it, or want to move it. I glanced up at Lucinda to see her smiling at me.

Her hand brushed my knee as it rested on my leg, my body jolting as if a bolt of electricity had coursed through me.

I glanced down at her hand to see it going up my thigh towards my Vagina.

What surprised me more was that I parted my legs to allow her.

As I looked back up at her, her lips were on mine. Her touch was so sensual, and I kissed her back. Her hand rubbed my inner thigh, and I let out a moan. Her tongue darted into my mouth and my tongue met it. She had shifted closer now, and I could feel her body next to mine. Strangely she felt cold, not what I expected.

Her hand continued towards my Vagina, and within seconds she had me on my back.

She lay over me, her lips moving in to kiss me again. As her lips met mine, her finger touch my clitoris. My body jolted again as I orgasmed.

I had secretly started touching myself at home recently, biting my lip to stop myself making any noise as my parents lay asleep in the next room. But this was on another level.

“That’s it little one.” She whispered as her fingers rubbed me.

I moaned again, louder this time. I hardly noticed as she deftly removed my night-dress and panties, and I lay naked with my legs apart as this woman took me to level of arousal I had never reached before.

Her head moved lower, kissing and licking my neck, slowly continuing her journey to my breasts. My body bucked as her fingers got me off again, and I cried out. Her lips felt wonderful on my breasts, kissing lightly, then licking my nipples. Once again my body bucked, an Orgasm more powerful than the last hitting me.

This was what I had been missing all my life.

She spent an eternity on my breasts while continuing to rub between my legs. I was slightly disappointed as she moved further down, but then I realised where she was going.

I glanced down as her head went between my legs. She glanced up once, smiling at me, then lowered her head. She kissed my inner thigh, and once again it felt like electricity coursing through me. Both thighs got attention while her finger kept rubbing all the right spots.

My body felt like jelly as her kisses became nibbles, became bites.

I nearly shouted as I felt a sharp prick on my inner thigh, but the next moment I was in heaven. Every Orgasm I had ever had, including the ones tonight, were nothing compared to this. Take a perfect ten, and turn it up by 100. My body melted as her mouth suckled me. My blood felt like it was on fire, and I never wanted her to stop.

I must have passed out at some point, because when I finally opened my eyes, all I could feel was her finger rubbing me.

Looking down I saw Lucinda licking her lips. I thought I noticed blood on them, but I must surely be wrong. Had she bitten me?

Then the lustful look in her eyes intensified as she lowered her head again and I felt her breath on my Vagina.

Sparks flew through my body as she made contact. Her tongue felt so soft, so sensual, flicking my outer lips. I subconsciously open my legs further, welcoming her advances. My fingers clutched the sheets as my body twisted, moans escaping from my mouth.

She took her time, driving me out of my mind, licking from the bottom to top of my slit repeatedly. Her hands were on my bottom to steady me as her licks and kisses became more forceful. Then I jumped and twisted as her finger rubbed my anus. I knew the possibilities of Anal contact, but always thought it was disgusting or wrong. But as she held me in place her finger rubbed harder.

Against my will, my body responded and I moaned again. Her work continued on my Vagina, flicking my clitoris every now and again, driving me to new heights. Her finger entered my back passage, feeling so big. I winced slightly with some discomfort, but her tongue seemed to harden against my Vagina, bringing out another stream of weird sounds from my mouth.

My body shuddered as I climaxed. It felt like I had wet myself, and slight embarrassment came over me. Lucinda didn’t miss a stroke, lapping my juices as her tongue hardened beyond what I thought possible.

She probed deeper and deeper and it felt like she was trying to get her tongue inside me. It was then I felt incredible pressure between my legs. My whole body quivered as my lower body cramped as she tore through my maidenhead.

I winced, and she withdrew her tongue. My senses reeled, but I glanced down. Once again her lips were red. This was all wrong, I thought. But my body told me different. She tasted my broken virginity, then lowered her head once more.

Her tongue flowed into my Vagina, expanding unnaturally. I moaned as it went in, deeper and deeper. No-ones tongue could be that long. My thighs tightened around her head, trying to slow her penetration, but her tongue expanded further, filling my insides.

I was moaning constantly by now, wanting her to take me. I passed in and out of consciousness as she continued her work on me.

I lost count of the number or orgasms she had given me, and I lay panting as she finished. As her tongue withdrew I felt empty, and my hand went to her head, not wanting her to stop.