Malice Maze

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Chapter 21
Hope’s Experiences

Hope took the corridors as patiently as a kid hoping to snag the last piece of candy. She skipped, moving a little faster with each corner. She no longer knew what it was that forged her forward. Was it the sexual liberation? Of course that was wonderful and she looked forward to every experience. Was it the freedom? Yes, without a doubt it was her freedom. With every corner, with every molestation she broke further from Andais’s grip and further into the clutches of her own devices. Andais would want her no longer if she was spoiled by a man. Hope would be free.

Hope stalled, moving a little slower as she turned the next corner. Was this suddenly dread now? What if that last corner was the opening? What if she was the first one through this cave? What would Andais gain from it? What would happen to the other girls still trapped in the depths of it? Would they know when someone finally freed themselves from the clutches of darkness and into the sunlight?

Hope stopped all together and stared down the darkened corridors and hesitated, the only sounds around her the sounds of her own breathing. She had never known how much she longed for escape until the day that Andais told her she would be leaving. She had sat that day and dreamed of being out in the wilderness somewhere, to see a true forest, to walk among the people of the cities and villages, to dance with a man, to know someone’s heart. She wished for normality. Was it out there, waiting for her? If she stepped through first what would happen?

Hope stepped forward and looked into the darkness with not a shred of hope. Now she was afraid. Her whole body raced with the fear and she wanted to fall to her knees and call a stop to this game. Why had she not asked more questions? She was lost in the depths of a place used to torture men and women by a man who was looking for true love and she had not bothered to ask one question!

“Hope.” Hope turned in the opposite direction she was about to go down at the sound of her whispered voice. She could have sword she heard a door slam on the opposite side. She raced forward, looking for the person, or the door. Had someone come from the door? Had someone found a door?

Despite her speed she found no one, but she did find a door. She was hesitant, but not because she was afraid of what was on the other side. She actually looked forward to this more than she looked forward to escape. No, her questions were of what came next?
Hope shook it all off. No, she lived by her name, full of hope. She had no fears of the future before; she would have no fears this time.

“Wow, there is no pretense with you.” Hope stepped into the room and her eyes had immediately gone to the very familiar bed that she was constantly rotating around. A new angle to come through the room, a new look, a new person, but in the end the room never changed. This time the bed was draped with a handsome man that Hope recognized and fit in with Andais’s selection of lovers like the black went with her décor. His blonde hair was longer than hers, his blue eyes framed with lashes longer than hers, and his body almost as frail. He was completely androgynous and if it was not for the raging hard on in his lap she may have mistaken him for a woman.

“If this is my punishment, bring on purgatory,” the familiar man laughed, sitting up just enough to roll his perfect stomach, which on him looked perfect and beautiful.
“Andais will kill you if she finds out you have had sex,” Hope pointed out. She knew this man, though his name eluded her, she was not allowed to speak to the men unless they were at a social function, and even then they were more there to look pretty. He was so pretty that he always went where Andais went and she often dressed him in the clothing of women and forced people to guess if he was male or female, along with several other of her entourage.

“There are other pleasures, my dear, than sex,” he retorted back to her.

Hope placed her hands on her clothed hips and held her stance. “I’ve already had those pleasures,” she snapped.

“I do not mean your orgasm Hope, I mean my own.” He lifted from the bed an in an elegant glide he was in front of her with his Cheshire Cat smile, his eyebrows arched in a come-hither stare that had Hope coming in more ways than one. “You’ve had your orgasm, I’ve never been allowed. You will give me that release.” His hand snapped back to the back of her head so fast she did not know what was happening until those long fingers entangled in her hair and he was pushing her to her knees so she was eye level with the intimate part of him that want her lips around it. He guided his penis to her lips and pushed past without preliminaries. She opened her mouth wide for the length and width of him and felt him move all of the way to the back of her throat, tickling things not meant to be touched by another human body. She gagged reflexively and he only pulled back enough for air to pass through her lungs.

“Use your tongue, not your teeth,” he reminded her and slowly slid in and out of her mouth without removing his penis from between her lips. He moved in and out for her at first, fucking her mouth the way he would have fucked the delicate treasure that was still yearning for a real man.

Hope was inexperienced but she knew enough from stories and figures to know what she should be doing. She moved her hands up his legs, gripped his thighs, and began moving herself over him, moving her mouth all the way down and taking as much as she knew she could. The whole while she slid down she rolled her tongue over the underside, flicking it over the sensitive vein that throbbed his penis to life, and flicked the tip of her to over his balls when she could. She moved back off of him, his face in ecstasy and surprise all at once, and she rolled her tongue over the shiny pink head, sucking the tip, using her teeth gently. He did not seem like he would last long.

Hope gripped him hard and sucked him harder. She knew it was not perfect by any standards, but when a man is forced to have nothing, something is always better. All she could do was give him her lips and her tongue to the best of her abilities.

She licked along the outside of his penis, down to his balls and took one into her mouth, sucking it hard, ignoring the short coarse blonde hairs that tickled inside of her mouth. She concentrated on his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

His grip tightened in her hair and she felt him grow harder when her lips went back around him once again. She tightened her lips and sucked him till he could hold back no longer. She pushed him as far back into her throat as possible and let his cum fill her throat without tickling her tongue. She swallowed every drop and then gazed up at him as he went limp in her mouth, shrinking in size until he had no choice but to pull himself from her lips.

“That was great,” he smiled, laying back down on the bed in bliss.

“Even worth Andais’s wrath?” Hope asked, removing herself from her knees and gazing back at him as she wiped her lips of saliva and other things.

“Oh yes,” he continued his sly smile. “I’ll even give you a hint that you are third closest to the exit. Unless the other two are stalled, you will not win.”

“I’m not sure I want to win,” Hope told him impatiently. “And why is you all know where I am in the maze?”

He sat up and smiled at her with no sense of modesty, his legs spread so she could see the flaccid penis and the loose balls that moments before had been in her mouth, between her lips, her tongue running over them. “We are a part of the maze,” he admitted. “All of us are a part of this maze, even our world. It has all been created by Dralnu.”

“How can a world be created by a man who is only a few hundred years old?” Hope asked casually.

The man’s cold smile returned and he leaned back. “Not the world, you shallow minded waif, this continent, this country we live in, everything you’ve read about. You do not believe this is the very center of the world, do you?”

“We are all just a part of Dralnu’s game?” Hope asked anxiously. “Even before this maze?”

He waved her off, bored with talking to her and lazing about in the ecstasy of what he had felt for the very first time. “You should go; you are still too ignorant to understand.”

“Wait…” Hope did not finish her sentence. At the gleam of the door appearing she knew that it was time for her to move on. She turned back to the man and looked at him as her hand fell to the doorknob. “Tell me one thing, before I go,” she said.

“One thing,” he promised, “and one thing alone.”

“Do I really want to win?”

He looked at her with the most honest of eyes and said flatly, “No.”