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Well, here's the deal, I entered this story in a contest, unfortunately for me it wasn't selected as a finalist. Luckily for you guys you get to read it before the contest begins since the rights have been released back to me now. I ask that you accept it as a slightly rewritten version of the original (which I found much too short for my style of writing) and send your comments and votes to let me know how I'd have done if it had been chosen. For this I give you my heart felt thanks. So, here is Cassandra's Destiny... ?Oh Mother,? she cooed, ?Dare I hope to be invited this year?? She knew it could be the best night of her life if only Lord Drakell would invite her to the masquerade ball at the castle. Held once a year on Halloween it was the most mysterious and sought after social event of the year. ?Halloween is my birthday! That must surely matter to Him, mustn?t it?? Her mother eyed her with as much hope as she had ever felt for her now 18 year old daughter. ?Yes Cassandra, you can dare to hope, today is your birthday after all,? she answered as she stepped closer and hugged her daughter close to comfort the nervousness of wanting to become the next chosen maiden of the ball. Each year one was chosen, one made famous simply by becoming Lord Drakell?s guest. Those who had been chosen in the past had become famous in the small east coast town, not to mention going on to become models and actors, successful business women and powerful politicians. ?Hope is all we can do for now Cassie, if it is meant to be the courier will come today. If he doesn?t, it simply wasn?t meant to happen. Cassandra was on pins and needles all morning, lunch came and went though she couldn?t seem to eat a bite as she held out hope for the man servant from the castle to deliver what she considered her destiny. After she had cleaned up from the lunch her mother had prepared she went upstairs to her room and turned on the computer to distract her from the knot in her tummy. Opening up one of her favorite sites she began to read, tales of erotic pleasure seemed to take the edge off as she slipped her hand into Ankara escort her lacy D cup bra to twist the hardening nipple of her ample breast. A purr of pleasure streamed from her lips as she gazed at the words on the screen where a beast was slamming his huge cock in and out of a young maiden. Her other hand slid down her abdomen and beneath her skirt.?Umm,? she cooed as she felt her fingertips press against the swollen nub of her clit. She was already wet and slid a single digit into her virginal cleft. She knew the joy of orgasm only from masturbation, not the thrust of a man?s cock. Not yet. She had heard tales of the chosen being taken to levels of pleasure beyond imagination and hoped she would be the next to know them. To be chosen was something she had lived for since she first heard of the masquerade ball and all it stood for. Her finger dipped further into the slick tight walls of her vagina, her breaths coming faster, harder, more eager to bring the juices forth. The tip of it passed over her g-spot and she gasped aloud, thrust her finger against it as the first wave of cream flowed from the depths that had not yet been touched.?Ugh,? she panted as her pussy gave forth the rich creamy cum she had needed to feel, the pleasure she had awaited since puberty to be given to Lord Drakell himself. He would be her first, he only chose virginal women to satisfy at the ball, and knew she would be the best lover he had ever had. Her climax ebbed and she pulled her drenched finger from the puffed petals of her labia, looked at the glistening cream and dreamed of seeing it on his reputedly huge cock. She grinned at the thought of giving herself to him, taking his all and feeling the rush of his seed filling her womb full with its heat. Tugging her panties back into place she heard a car out front, she quickly moved to the window to see if it was the servant from the castle. Her womb quivered with glee as she spied a stretch limo pulling to a stop in front of her house. Her house! ?Holy crap!? she squealed, ?Is this really happening?? She dashed to Ankara escort bayan the door and her fingers slipped on the knob, still slick with her juices. She licked them clean and made her way down to the front hall. She knew she shouldn?t seem too anxious, but it was impossible not to be. The doorbell rang, she had never thought it to be so loud, but she was so excited at the opportunity she instantly moved to open the door. As the door opened she saw a man in his late twenties, tall and good looking. Not as good looking as Lord Drakell who she had seen once in the town hall giving a speech. That had been the night she had vowed she wanted to be his, wanted him to be hers. ?Hello,? she squeaked to the man holding a garment bag in one hand and an envelope in the other. ?Good afternoon. I am James, manservant to Lord Drakell. I am looking for Cassandra Wimberley.? His smile at the sight of the lovely teen ager standing in the door was staggering, she was about to melt into a puddle right there and then with anticipation. ?I am she,? she said in oh-so-proper English. His eyes feasted on her from the lush blond hair that hung in long waves covering her shoulders and ample breasts to her thighs exposed by the mini skirt she bore with striking beauty and perfectly curved hips. He could only envy his master for the choice of this year?s maiden. ?I have an invitation to the Masquerade Ball for you Cassandra, and your costume. Lord Drakell insists you wear it when you attend as his guest of honor.? Her heart did flip flops as she looked at the posh garment bag, hoping beyond hope the costume he had chosen for her would be something she?d really enjoy being seen in. But then it really didn?t matter, he?d likely strip it off when he took her body as his own. ?I shall be honored to wear whatever our Lord has chosen for me,? she answered as she took the bag and envelope from James. ?Be ready at 6:00 this evening, I shall come and deliver you to the castle personally. You may change into the costume at the castle, but do try it on to be sure you know it?s Escort Ankara ?feel?.? His eyes again raked over the lovely girl who would soon be his master?s concubine. He sniffed and sensed the juices still lingering from her climax, wondering if she was still the virgin his master insisted on having as his chosen one. He somehow knew that Cassandra was and would please his master well. She nodded and he took his leave with a bow. Closing the door she turned to find her mother right behind her, grinning at the fact that her daughter had been chosen. ?Let?s see the invitation Cassie,? she beamed. They moved into the living room and Cassandra sat down on the couch, laying the garment bag beside her as she carefully opened the envelope to not rip the fine ecru linen paper. The invitation was spectacular, as expected. Rich black raised lettering with her name and the following commentary: ?You are hereby summoned to be the guest of Lord Alfonse Drakell for the 2011 Masquerade Ball.??I look forward to joining with you for our much anticipated time together,? was scrawled in deep red that resembled blood more than ink and what must be his signature. She handed it to her mother and rose to pick up the garment bag, trying on the costume would be for her alone. Cassandra went back upstairs to see the gown she knew her mother likely wouldn?t approve of. None she had heard of had been more than a wisp of fabric to cover only the most intimate parts of a young lady, and by no means ladylike. She knew she would wear whatever he wished her to; she would do whatever he wanted no matter what. This was her destiny, her fate. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the pure white of the costume. It was so much more beautiful knowing he had chosen it just for her. The corset bodice was just enough to support her ample breasts, the waistline snug enough to reveal the perfection of her athletic 36-24-34 inch curves. The matching thong was simple yet stunning, though she wasn?t sure of the nubbin embedded into the groin. She grinned as she realized it would remain inside of her during the ball to prepare her for the joining. She stroked the small phallus and knew she would be creamy for him before their time came.The stiletto heels must have had five inch spikes; she knew she had practiced in a much cheaper version for years to be able to walk smoothly in what seemed to be his preference of footwear.