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Mystique Maiden:

The Family Business

Chapter 2: Dining on Isabelle

by The Chronicler

'Ugh, employee meetings, could they be any more boring,' thought Isabelle Caste. She shifted her weight in the soft vinyl seat cover. Her slender, manicured fingers were intertwined, elbows resting on the surface of a broad, checkered dining table. She felt a biting chill that worked its way through her pink pantyhose, and onto her shapely crossed legs, prompting an outbreak of goosebumps. Her boss was a notorious miser, who kept the restaurant's temperature near or below 60 degrees during the winter monthes.

'Darn short, tacky polyester dress,' she grumbled to herself. Reaching down she adjusted the pink uniform so that it stretched its maximum length, which was about an inch above her knees. She brushed and straightened the small white apron around her crescent-shaped hips, tugged lightly on the short pink sleeves, and ran her fingers along the edge of the flared white collar at her melodious, tasty neck.

She could never sit still during these things. Nothing was quite so mind-numbing as coming into work an hour early-'6am!,' she silently screamed-to listen to her boss, the extremely tall, prim and proper Ms. Vicky, drone on and on about slight changes to the menu, keeping the customer's drinks filled, etc. Nothing was ever discussed at these meetings that couldn't easily be passed on during normal working hours.

Around the rectangular table sat her co-workers. All were females aged 18-20, since the owner only hired young women, all wearing the same short, polyester pink dresses. There were 5 of them, counting Isabelle. Elizabeth, a short, perky brunette who was always bouncing her head and humming a happy toon, sat beside her to the left. Melissa, a cute and trim dark-skinned native of Hawaii, whose brown eyes were perpetually sagging from the weight of some private pain, sat to her right. Across the table to her left was Timmy, a pale, sleek and sexy blonde psychology major with what was normally a guy's name. To Timmy's left was Sage, a quiet black haired beauty whose head was usually drooping, lost in her own little world.

Isabelle had been a couple of minutes late to the meeting, and the strict totalitarian Ms. Vicky had really laid into her. The owner, manager and cook of the small 50's style restaurant looked like she would be more at home as a librarian. She wore thick bi-focal glasses and a long, demure black dress. Her hair, always neat and perfect, was twirled into a bun behind her head. Her chin was always angled upward, so she could look down on the world. This was more an attitude than a necessity, since she towered over most people at at stately height of 6'7''. She had a mean streak about her too. And Isabelle wondered if, after hours, she perhaps donned some kinky black leather and moonlighted as a dominatrix.

As she endured a bad case of the fidgets, listening to her boss go on and on, she felt someone's bare foot brush against her ankle. As a joke, and to relieve some of the boredom, the girls would occasionally and lightly kick each other under the cover of the table with their pink stiletto pumps. But this was no kick, no joke. A nimble foot, clothed in the uniform pink pantyhose, had traced deliberately and seductively around her ankle. A volcanic shudder blazed up her spine as she squirmed and sat up straight. Hesitantly, barely craning her neck, she glanced at the other girls. To her surprise they were all leaning toward her, staring back at her with lustful smirks and fiery eyes.

Isabelle swallowed hard as she felt Eizabeth's dainty fingers walk playfully across her left knee. She was still tender and a little dizzy from her encounter with the 3 witches less than an hour ago. With her grey-green eyes growing wide, she shot a shocked gaze at Elizabeth. The petite, eccentric and always manic girl was arching her back, running one hand through her long brown hair, while leisurely lifting and folding Isabelle's dress.

Again came the scintillating tingling footsie, this time it was not just a quick brush but a sensual stroking. Up and down her left shin, barely touching but distinct and arousing. She looked across the table at Timmy. The blonde was licking her thin pursed lips, pretending to stretch while sliding down in her chair to reach further with her foot.

Sweat was collecting in little beads on Isabelle's neck. As much as she was taken aback by what was happening, she could not deny the sweltering waves of pleasure that undulated throughout her buxom, incomparable body. Then there came another venturesome and explorative hand, this time on her right knee. She jerked her head toward Melissa, whose thick red glistening lips were slowly moving toward her neck. The vinyl seat cover squeaked as Isabelle slid across it, backing away from Melissa's heated advance. This only brought her ear straight to Elizabeth's waiting tongue.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Sage was gone, no longer in her seat. Tilting her head away from Elizabeth's invasive, wet tongue brought her neck back within range of Melissa's lips. The dark-skinned beauty was giggling as she began kissing, sucking and biting her long neck like some lesbian vampire. Elizabeth's delicate probing fingers kept raising Isabelle's dress, fingernails digging into her pantyhose as they walked up her thighs.

Between the three of them, Timmy and Elizabeth and Melissa had uncrossed and spread Isabelle's legs, leaving her vulnerable to Sage. This normally shy and reserved poet, prize of the Star City University english department, was vigorously running her fingers up, down and all around her co-worker's nether regions.

Isabelle moaned, feeling that the crotch of her panties was already soaked. She could sense the moistness seeping through her pantyhose. She was about to bring this blatant sexual harassment to Ms. Vicky's attention, when she felt her boss's chin resting on top of her sweaty red head, and heard the monotone cooing voice behind her.

"And now let us practice what we have discussed, the enhanced customer service and strict attention to their needs by servicing the ever-late, curvaceous college dropout Isabelle."

With that Ms. Vicky's strong deft hands slid down Isabelle's shoulders and began massaging her massive 40DD breasts. Timmy abandoned her sneaky footsie game, hopped onto the table, and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on Isabelle's astonished gaping mouth. Then she heard her pantyhose rip, and felt her lacy panties being removed with lightning speed.

"But...but...ohhhhhhh!"

Her protests were cut short when she felt Sage's thobbing tongue shoot past her labia, straight to her G spot. 'How could she have found it so fast,' she thought. Of course that wasn't the strangest thing. This was all beyond belief. Isabelle had known these girls for years, had gone to high school with them. They were good, kind people and not lesbian gang bangers.

Miss Vicky moved her hands into Isabelle's hair, giving Timmy some room. She was slowing combing and raking her fingers through the thick red strands. Some hairs she would pull up, ever so gently, into her mouth. While chewing on and tasting the perfumed hair, she was still lightly and lovingly tracing her fingernails across Isabelle's head; sometimes she would pause, massaging the temples, pulling her back to her seat if she tried to stand.

"It feels so nice, doesn't it," Elizabeth whispered in Isabelle's ear. "Just relax, we're going to make you feel good," she continued, nibbling on her ear lobe.

Timmy, her agile tongue slowly licking around and around Isabelle's lips, was also undoing the buttons keeping those mother earth breasts confined. Timidly, against her own intentions, Isabelle let her own tongue come out of her mouth. It would briefly touch Timmy's, and then retreat as she realized what she was doing.

Isabelle's arms hung limp at her sides. Like last night, she didn't feel like she was being raped or violently groped. It was more a warm tingling sensation of adoration. She had always felt so alone, never able to keep a boyfriend because she couldn't allow herself to sleep with him. Her heart was racing now. Her tan skin was slick with sweat and quivering. She could hear herself moaning, hear Elizabeth panting right next to her ear.

"We want to make you climax sweety," Elizabeth whispered. "You ever climax before? It's so wonderful. Just let yourself go."

Melissa, having ripped Isabelle's pink pantyhose further down her right leg, was now rubbing her hand up and down the thigh. At the same time, her left hand had slipped behind Isabelle's head-just below the hairline-and was kneading the nape of her craning neck. And she was kissing and sucking all along the throat and collarbone. She could feel the vibrations of the moans, groans, panting and grunts through her lips as they placed one hickey after another on the smooth tan skin.

Sage was the most passionate of them all, throwing herself at Isabelle's crotch. While her lips stretched up and down against the lush, succulent lips of the labia, her tongue was diving deep into the vulva. She had found the G spot right away and was hammering, thrusting her tongue against it with such ardor and rapidity. Every so often she would lightly flick the engorged clitoris.

Isabelle felt her muscles tensing, and the same sweet pressure in her stomach that she had felt the night before. This time there was no one around to stop it. Her mother wasn't there to prevent it, as she had done all her life. 'I just want to experience this, like any other normal person gets to,' she thought. 'I don't want to save the world, or spend my life longing for a simple touch. Please, let me have this.'

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh," she screamed in absolute pleasure. Timmy smiled, and moved her attention down toward Isabelle's bouncing, jiggling breasts. She went straight for the nipples, pinching and pulling on one while sucking hard on the other. Sage slapped Timmy's hand away from the one she was just pinching, and sucked in a mouthful of nipple herself.

"That's it," whispered Elizabeth. "You're almost there. Cum for me; Cum For Me; CUM FOR ME!!"

Sage suddenly shifted to the clitoris. She sucked it into her mouth as hard as she could, at just the right moment.

"Aiiiiieeee! Ohhhh Myyyy Gaaaawd!!"

The orgasm erupted like a volcano that had been extinct for centuries, and was back with a vengeance. All her muscles tensed. Her eyes flew open wide; face turned upward. Her arms and legs were jerking spasmodically. It was not just an orgasm, but a triple orgasm that lasted for what felt like an enternity.

When it was done, so was she. Never had she imagined that it would be like that. Completely spent she fell limp into the loving, caring arms of her co-workers. They each kissed her gingerly on the cheek. Sage crawled out from under the table. Her normally demure face was flushed bright red. She wiped and otherwise licked Isabelle's love juices away, and gave her friend a warm hug.

"She needs to rest girls. Help her to lie down on the table," Ms. Vicky said.

While the others were still fully dressed, Isabelle's uniform was undone at best and ripped to shreds at worst. The top of her pink dress was unbuttoned all the way down to the little white apron. It was pulled apart and wrapped around the sides of her 40DD breasts. Her pantyhose were torn and hanging off her knees as she was helped out of her chair, and placed carefully supine on the table. She was still wearing her pink stiletto pumps, but her panties were nowhere to be found.

"Oops, 7 o'clock," chimed Ms. Vicky. "And we already have a crowd waiting to be let in for breakfast."

"What," Isabelle exlaimed, suddenly wide awake and coherent. She looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows, and at the door that Ms. Vicky was moving toward. Apparently this had not been a private gathering of friends. There were at least 20 people outside waiting, their faces pressed against the windows. Their ages ranged from around 18 to 50. "Wait, oh no, I have to get to the back. Don't let them in!"

"Girls, hold her down," grinned Ms. Vicky, already unlocking the door.

Sage and Elizabeth obediently, wickedly grabbed her sweat-drenched arms just above the elbows, pushing her back down and holding her with impossibly strong grips. Timmy and Melissa did the same to her legs. The 4 girls spread out Isabelle limbs to the 4 corners of the table.

"No, I don't want this!"

"Then why is it happening you wicked, lustful child," said a new and welcomely familiar voice.

"Mom, am I glad to see you. Please, get them off me. Make them disappear like you did with the witches."

"Who's she talking to," laughed Elizabeth, as Isabelle heard the resounding click of the deadbolt.

"They can't see me deary."

"What, why not?"

"Because I'm not really here. I warned you about this sort of thing. You have no one to blame but yourself."

"They started this not me."

"I think our girl is freaking out," snickered Sage, as Ms. Vicky opened the door and Isabelle felt the cold outside air.

"You can save yourself. You have the power to make reality into whatever you want it to be. Hmmm," she said looking around. "And where is the Starlight Sceptre?"

"I hid it in the back. I can't keep it with me while I'm working," she said quickly, hearing the clamoring voices of the breakfast crowd.

"Welcome to Ms. Vicky's house of fine dining. Today we have a special treat for you early birds," Ms Vicky said, making a grand waving gesture toward Isabelle. "I give you red-hot tart on a table, a lip-smacking hip-gyrating treat, guaranteed to put a smile on your face and spring in your step."

"You haven't learned anything have you," scolded Isabelle's mother, wagging her finger and shaking her head.

"What can I do? They're holding me down and...oh no, here they come!"

Two college couples were the first to reach Isabelle. The two guys unzipped thier bluejeans, while their busty girlfriends lunged for the erect and tantalizing nipples.

"Why I am bothering to help you now I don't know. Except, this city-indeed this entire planet-has no one who can possibly stand in my way and keep me from my goal. Where there's no challenge, there's no reward worth having."

"Uggghhh, Mom that one is penetrating me," she screamed, feeling the cold hands on her round hips and the thrusting warmth of his long thick penus. "And the other is waving his phallus over my lips," she continued, just as hastily, smelling its musky odor and feeling the drops of pre-cum. "Stop with the speeches already and help mmmph."

"What was that dear? I couldn't hear you with all that meat in your mouth. Ok, listen and concentrate, remember what I first told you about the power of the sceptre. Remember how I taught you to control your dreams through will power."

"Yes, what an awesome blowjob," yelled the college boy, slapping and rubbing his phallus against Isabelle's blushing cheek. "That's right, suck it all down. Who's next, free orifice here."

A female police officer with dark passionate eyes, blouse unbuttoned and pants thrown to the floor, shoved past the young man. "Out of the way kid. I've been walking my beat all night and need to rest," she said and sat on Isabelle's face.

"Yes, I remember," Isabelle mumbled as the police woman slapped her in the face and told her to start sucking. "No please don't cum inside me."

"Too late," laughed the college boy between her legs. A middle-aged man in a suit unzipped his pants and moved forward.

"If you remember so well, that why are we still here. How many of these people are you going to let have sex with you?"

"But Mom...lick, lick, schlup...I don't have the...lick, lick, lap, lap, schlup...sceptre in hand. Ohhhh, eeeek!"

"No, you have a penus in one hand and your other is busy massaging some woman's crotch," her mother scolded.

"Out of the way, pardner," said a male police officer, pulling the female one off Isabelle's face. "You've had your release. Now I need mine."

"Then what can I mmph, mmm, nnnrph," she said as the cop shoved his penis down her throat.

"Stop being a willing victim and concentrate you impudent strumpet of a daughter. You know what? I give up. If you still have not figured out what is going on, then you are a hopeless nincompoop. And, furthermore, know that the coming fate of this planet is on your empty head."

And then, her mother was gone. Isabelle was now alone with a roomfull of people fighting over who gets which orifice. Just as the police officer was getting ready to cum in her mouth, everything froze in place. Each and every person in the room was as motionless as a statue.

Isabelle slid out from under them all. And, standing on wobbling knees backed away from the table. Suddenly the nearly 2 dozen gang bangers, the laughing and leering waitresses all disappeared, leaving her alone in the restaurant. Not only that, but outside the honking horns, blaring sirens and car alarms ceased. There was no traffic on the sidewalks or city streets. There was no sound of any kind. She looked down, and her disheveled cum-stained waitress uniform was replaced by the black and gold outfit of Mystique Maiden. In her left hand, shining like a beacon of hope, the golden Starlight Sceptre.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them was relieved to find herself home. Her dingy apartment never looked so good. A dream, it was all a dream. Indeed, she had only been asleep for about 3 hours before the sceptre's bright light woke her. Then she spent the rest of the night flying around, trying to discover what being Mystique Maiden meant. When she came home to change for work, she had passed out from utter exaustion.

"Congratulations dear."

"Mom, then it was all a dream?"

"Not all of it. Those witches, for example, I had cast an imprisoning spell on them many years ago. It took steady concentration, but through discipline I had learned how to keep up spells indefinitely. There were many such instances that were all negated when my power evolved and I surrendered the sceptre. You are now the sole hope for this planet. In time, if you survive," she continued with the slight hint of a threat in a voice, "you will become the protector of the galaxy, the universe and beyond."

"I get it now, the power of concentration, thought and imagination," she said, pacing excitedly around her bedroom. "Wait a sec, what do you mean IF I survive?"

Her mother, however, was gone. Isabelle sank back onto her bed. Memories of the heated dream passed through her mind. Then, she remembered she had to be at work. Her head jerked to the clock and saw it was 3pm. But she had the next couple of days off.

"Plenty of time to come up with a good excuse for not showing up," she said, smiling.

To be continued in Chapter 3: Dusk to Dawn