Ashae

Ashae: A SHAKKAN Universe Story

The floor show was hot, and this late in the evening very wild. The exotic dancers were lithe, acrobatic and nakedly sensual at the silver poles.

Ashae reveled in it. Moving through the crowd and observing the dancers; some were watching the professionals on stage, but most were just into each other. The loud, pumping music washed over couples and groups out for a good time. This was the City’s newest, white hot club venue and Ashae was where she wanted to be, at the centre of it all.

The atmosphere, sights and smells reminded Ashae of Nippur during the Lady's festival, or Rome under Caligula. Naked lust and desire mixed with the pleasures of friends and companions. As she threaded between the writhing bodies her thoughts were that in comparison to those good times, the scene in Europe and the West had been quite tame. One or two of the French royal courts had been fun. The ‘invention’ of killer high heels by Louis had been amusing and London's Hellfire Club had risen to the occasion with some great parties. It seemed to Ashae that you had to go back quite a while to match the cultural abandon and frank lust of this millennium’s contemporary club scene. These things went in cycles she thought; at least it was so in her experience. Playing those cycles had made her incredibly wealthy.

Ashae liked the simple honesty of it; human beings out to forget their troubles and get laid. Increasingly in this cycle of time they were not very particular by whom and were becoming less picky about the gender. She found it all very healthy, as well as being good for business.

Ashae owned this club. She owned a great many clubs, as well as casino hotels, studios, websites, brothels and health clubs. Ashae was probably the third biggest single entrepreneur in the global sex entertainment industry, with business interests in most countries. Very few people realized this; in fact very few people knew that Ashae existed as an individual. A complex network of shell companies, proxies and cutouts kept enquiries and tax collectors at arm’s length.

Ashae was very good at what she did. Her competition could not match her skill in anticipating trends and preferences. She ensured her many operations were ready to cater to the latest fetish and fad to satisfy international clients. Ashae believed in giving fair value to the ordinary citizen. No one in her line of work could approach her experience.

Ashae had seen and done it all. She had turned her first trick a long time ago. He had been a sweaty salesman in the city for the festival; she could smell him and feel him inside her when she thought back, even now. Her mother had encouraged her to go into that most respectable of professions and Ashae had shown an aptitude for the work. By the time she was nineteen she was one of the most popular practitioners in the city. Her skills had come to the notice of some very powerful men. They saw a benefit in her charms as an attraction to those even more powerful than themselves. Against her instincts she had agreed to join them, to further her career.

It had not been a good time. When she looked back it was only ever going to end very badly. There had been an accident, a death and everything had changed for Ashae. It had been a tortuous path of many steps from that distant moment to now.

Ashae was gathering intelligence. She wanted street level impressions of the impact of her newest venture; she was 'mystery shopping' to check on her investment. Ashae embraced the most contemporary methods of quality control. She took pride in applying new thinking to her business at every opportunity. It was part of why she was so very successful. During her long journey across the planet Ashae kept her mind agile and sharp by always learning, looking for the new and the novel. A truism for her was that there really wasn’t anything new under the sun; it was just that the packaging changed. Ashae could afford to take the long view. Along with great wealth she had amassed much knowledge if not wisdom. The last thing Ashae wanted was to be considered wise. It had been the so called wise men who had almost destroyed her so long ago.

Ashae stalked through the crowded club and thought she might try being a blonde again. Spotting a honey haired young girl at the bar, she came within a few feet so she could feel what the young woman felt. The sensations of perspiration pooling in the small of the girl’s back was very clear. Ashae experienced the bite of skimpy underwear at shoulders and hips. She felt a roughness in the hem of the short dress catch on the soft skin of her thigh. The spark of the girl's soul was more difficult to read.

Ashae drew nearer; she felt the girl was strong with a good sense of being and self. She had determination, she was a fighter. Not one to allow anyone to push her around or make her subservient. This young woman was an admirable individual and would be a strong supportive friend. It was a great pity she was so unsuitable; the girl was quite beautiful with a good figure and excellent bone structure.

No one in the business knew what Ashae looked like and she was careful to keep it that way. She dealt with her vast interests by employing fronts to play the roles of business managers and corporate executives. She used voicemail, secure fax and encrypted e-mail to tie it all together. In earlier times she would have been someone who used the fastest slave runners and the best clay tablets, Ashae was always cutting edge. If she had to talk by 'phone it was usually through a voice synthesizer. This was not an affectation or psychological abnormality; it was because at irregular intervals she was very different. The differences went far beyond any that could be explained by even the most radical of plastic surgery.

In another time, home for Ashae had been not too far from contemporary Baghdad. Her success in her chosen profession had been very lucrative, if not always comfortable. It was a just misfortune that two of the Temple priests had secret aspirations to become more powerful. She had been their tool of choice to influence a being they thought to be a god and Ashae found herself beyond any human help. She had paid the ultimate price for their arrogance and greed while another young woman had surrendered her freedom.

Ashae first lost her life in the land of the Tigris and Euphrates when she was a prostitute in the Temple of the Lady Inanna, more than five thousand years ago in Sumer. It was there that so many concepts and social inventions were first recorded. The very first human written records of the aliens were made. Until then, since the times five millennia earlier as the ice receded, they were known as Shepherds, the Sumerian priests, the inheritors of the Shaman from so long ago chose to identify the creatures as deities; gods with an interest in livestock and husbandry. The priests named them for posterity; the SHAKKAN and humanity was their flock.

Luckily for Ashae, the SHAKKAN entity that carelessly killed her had been young and greedy, distracted by taking a second woman at the same time. That unfortunate woman had been mentally much weaker than Ashae. Her mind had fled when she was first penetrated by the creature’s tentacles. Ashae had died in a writhing, blazing, all consuming orgasm; but instead of being snuffed out, her personality had been channeled through the alien’s link to its surviving prey. All Ashae’s mind and memories 'walked in' to what was to become her first host body.

The pulsating orgasms of the second girl merged with Ashae’s own at the point of terminal release. The connection between the women was through the creature as it fed. The orgasmic energy released eased Ashae's transition from her dying body into the other woman. It had been a conduit for her personality to jump bodies. She had not even noticed the change until she saw her old body being consumed by her demonic lover. The disintegration of her former self into a spreading pink cloud meant nothing until she saw the priests. She would never forget the terrified look on the faces of the overambitious clerics as the being they sought to control left through an Obsidian mirror.

Ashae had another reason to be at the club, it was time for a new body. The one she wore had been quite acceptable when she first took it. In the past year or so it had been well used and was now looking a little lived in. It had aged at least ten years in the five she had ridden it. Ashae thought she might have been playing a little too hard lately, burned the candle of this body a little too brightly. A shame really as she felt it had been one of her more sensually responsive bodies. She liked the dark Mediterranean looks, strong limbs and raven hair. It reminded her of home. That was probably why she had used the body so much. Glancing at herself in a wall mirror confirmed her fears; she really was starting to look puffy round the eyes. Ashae sighed; she was well overdue for a makeover.

Ashae paused in her progress through the crowd. There, in the corner, sitting alone nursing a drink. She looked not yet twenty, blonde and tanned with a svelte naturally toned figure. It was something in her eyes that attracted Ashae. There was bitterness as the girl watched people flow around her; connecting with each other. Her aura was a good colour, no sign of physiological problems, but there was the dullness of depression there.

Ashae moved in.

“Hello, are you on your own? My name's Ishtar Mazdah; what's yours?”

The girl looked a little startled by Ashae’s approach,

“Denny, Denny Harris,” she smiled tentatively, “Mazda, is that like the car?”

Ashae chuckled at her slight joke. “I am called after the gods, Denny, Mazdah the light bringer; I bring love and light into people's lives.” Ashae smiled, “May I join you?” Ashae asked again, “Are you with anyone?”

“I came with Charlie but she seems to have gone,” the young woman looked around her, “it's been over an hour since I saw her.”

Ashae could taste the disappointment in Denny. She also felt every touch of cloth on her skin, the pressure of the leather seat on her naked thighs and the deep sadness in her soul. Denny was hurting, Ashae needed to dig deeper and find out why.

“She's probably hooked up and isn't coming back,” Denny sighed as Ashae sat beside her.

“Never mind, I'm here now. We can have a talk.”

Ashae could feel the girl’s suspicions grow. Denny was staring at her, wide eyed.

“Why would you want to talk to me?” The girl’s voice was low.

“You're very pretty and I'd like to know you better. Why is that odd?”

Denny blinked slowly and looked away. “People don't notice me much.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Ashae said. “You must have a lot of friends, partners. You're young and very attractive.”

She moved closer to Denny so that their thighs were touching, skin warm against skin. Ashae tingled at the contact; her sensations of the girl were magnified many times by the actual physical connection. She adjusted her pulse and breathing rates to match Denny's; synchronizing with the girl. Then it was about delicately influencing the girl's emotions, becoming in sympathy and adjusting things slowly. This was a skill long in the learning, more flexible than hypnosis. A subtle fascination, binding the subject of her focus to Ashae's will.

Denny looked at her, briefly meeting her gaze, their eyes very close. A flood of conflicting feelings washed through Ashae. Most times this was just intense empathy. Often she was able to resolve clear impressions, tease out strands of thoughts and memories. Ashae saw; Denny looking in the mirror getting ready to go out. The girl was seeing a misshapen carnival caricature of herself. The cruel mirror in Denny’s mind showed a body that was all bony angles, projecting teeth and bulging eyes. The scene changed; a gang of laughing teenage boys walking away, leaving her lying curled up on the floor of an empty gymnasium. Her clothing was torn and bloody.

The scene faded again and Ashae saw an older man telling Denny she would never be a success because she didn't try hard enough. Then Ashae was looking through Denny’s even younger eyes at the same man. She saw his sweating face, his eyes tightly closed, moving above her in the dark; the sharp piercing pain in her core almost made Ashae gasp.

Ashae felt the self-loathing, despair and disgust that was poisoning the girl deep inside.

“You need to be loved.” Ashae said to her gently

Cupping the girl's chin in her hand she kissed her softly. Ashae’s mouth moved slowly, easing Denny's lips apart, delicately touching the tips of their tongues together. There was nothing in return from Denny only a dull emptiness. The lack of response would have killed any further pursuit by a casual partner. Ashae sensed the buried reaction. A slow heat was beating up from deep inside Denny. Rising to meet the sensations she felt from Ashae's tenderness. At the same time a crushing expectation of inevitable rejection was opposing any upwelling of passion. Denny's outward cool ambivalence would turn away potential lovers, self-fulfilling her worst fears.

Ashae pressed home her kiss, hungrily exploring the girl with tongue, lips and teeth. She brushed one palm lightly across Denny's breasts with no apparent response. But Ashae could sense the firestorm in the girl. Denny was aroused. Ashae further amplified the erotic influence between them but there was still no clue to be seen in the girl's body language. Any persevering, thick skinned prospective partners would have felt rebuffed by now. A parade of vignettes passed before Ashae’s internal vision. She saw images of the men and one woman, who had tried to woo the girl. They had all inevitably left to save more embarrassment, further feeding Denny's negative self-image.

Ashae was completely in tune with Denny's hidden desires as she whispered into the girl's open mouth.

“It's OK, I understand. We will be good together. I promise.”

Ashae felt Denny finally relax into her embrace, surrendering herself up to the sensation. She felt the girl's essence, her soul, loosen. The release from tight emotional control relaxed the psychic barriers Denny had erected to keep pain and disappointment away. That crumbling of her protection gave Ashae total access to Denny’s core of being. The older woman’s empathy overwhelmed the now defenseless girl. She could see that Denny wished for a release, freedom from her miserable existence. She wished she could move on, perhaps to something better, purer. Denny was a suicide in waiting, isolated and estranged from her past. Denny was just what Ashae was looking for. The centuries old entity smiled with borrowed lips.

Ashae stroked the back of Denny's neck as she kissed her more deeply, passionately. Her free hand stroked down over the girl's bare shoulders, along her upper arm and over her breast. Ashae's thumb circled a growing nipple through the thin satin camisole, encouraging it, teasing it. Denny arched against the woman’s caress, her breath hot and quick in Ashae's mouth. The girl’s soft moan sent a shiver of anticipation along Ashae’s spine.

Ashae got up from the alcove, gently bringing Denny along by one hand. The girl’s fingers were cool and trembling in the woman’s grip. She led the fascinated girl to an unremarkable door. Her long fingers entered a five digit code and Ashae took Denny through into the peaceful room beyond.

Denny’s breasts filled Ashae’s hands, the nipples hard against her palm. The older woman could also feel how they ached at the touch. She experienced the tightening low down that the young girl felt in response to her knowing hands. To experience every emotion and sensation that her lovers felt gave Ashae incredible pleasure. Every caress and touch was echoed in Ashae’s own body. Catching the tip of Denny’s swollen nipple with a deliberate thumbnail sent a delicious reflected tremor all through Ashae.

Clothes pooled at the women’s ankles as their bodies touched and flowed together. Skin slid on skin with an exquisite friction. Sensations blurred and it became impossible to sense where bodies began and ended. Lips engulfed engorged nipples and teeth tested firm flesh. Hands held and cupped breasts, labia and swelling hips, then explored and probed. Satin skin, pink and slick, parted to welcome hot tongues and slender fingers. Nerves pulsed and internal muscles clenched, as channels sweated lubricant that felt exciting and slippery to penetrating fingers. Orgasms followed as each woman discovered the places that triggered the other.

Climax after climax, shared and amplified between them, left them both writhing and grinding hard for more. Ashae played both bodies with virtuoso skill. Thousands of years of practice, yet never jaded or bored by the ecstasy. She was endlessly inventive, delighting in the infinite variation of her lovers. To experience both the touching and the being touched was an insane pleasure, never boring. Being aware of just how to stimulate a lover’s body is wonderful. To be fully aware from moment to moment of just the right places to touch, knowing not guessing, was an indescribable pleasure.

Ashae fed back to Denny the upward spiral of ecstasy between them. Both their nervous systems were ablaze with sensual passion spinning faster with each release and out of control. Ashae groaned in shared orgasm, her head between Denny’s thighs, full lips suckling at the young woman’s clitoris. The sweet sensation was mirrored in Ashae’s own core. Every touch and press of her well-practiced mouth on the trembling girl’s intimate flesh she felt redoubled in herself.

Ashae’s tongue pressed hard against Denny’s clit, sharp teeth grazed tender flesh with just the right degree of pressure. Slender fingers slid deep into warm wet spaces, seeking and finding sensitive nerves. Finger tips curled and stroked soft places to bring about agonizing climax after climax. Thighs were flooded with creamy gushing juices.

Denny cried out, her neck and back arched. Naked breasts gleamed with sweat in the dim light from the table lamps around the room. Ashae raised her head and looked along the length of the writhing girl, the fine soft hairs on her skin glowing in the lamplight. Denny was still shuddering from the many orgasms that flooded her with pulsing sensations of ecstatic release.

It was time.

Sliding her equally sweat slick body along Denny's, Ashae used her tongue and sharp teeth to ignite erotic flames here and there on Denny’s slowly twisting body as she brought her head up in line with the girl's eyes.

Denny was breathing heavily again, shuddering at the woman’s touch. Ashae molded her body to the girl's from toe to breast. She concentrated on synchronizing her breathing, heart beat and nerve impulses completely with Denny's. Gradually Ashae built them both towards yet another climax purely with the force of her mind. Denny was grinding her hips and clitoris into Ashae, her heaving chest crushing their breasts together. Hard nipples grazed and raked against each other. They were both coming close to a massive release.

Ashae spoke aloud words of ancient power. It was not a magical incantation, although the words had been spoken at terrible rituals that still made Ashae flinch to recall. The phrase asked for a way to be opened for her. It was a mnemonic, a sequence of sounds that triggered physiological and psychic changes in Ashae. The powerful orgasm crashed through the two women; an arching, screaming, gushing wet climax that left them limp and semi-conscious.

Ashae was the first to recover, sliding off the couch to stand a little unsteadily in the gloom. She carefully stepped to the wall, flicking the lights to full. Her partner was still out cold, sprawled across the now stained couch. Ashae cleansed her own body carefully with soft moist wipes from a cabinet drawer. She picked through the widely scattered clothing, dressing them both. Finally she took a set of laser cut keys, credit cards and a key code card from a handbag.

Leaving the bag behind her, she slipped out of the door and back into the main club. Her step became firmer and more controlled with every stride. Shoulders back and head up Ashae once again took pleasure from the pounding music and the smell of lust in the air. She felt invigorated and truly alive. Passing a mirror she paused, looked for a moment and then turned away, broad smile lighting up her face and sparkling eyes.

As she was leaving the club Ashae paused at the entrance and spoke to the door guard.

“I think there's someone passed out in a side room, they may be ill. They seem to be a little confused.'

Then she walked out into the night full of future possibilities, a slim blonde girl not yet twenty. Ashae had a lot to do.

The floor show was hot, and this late in the evening very wild. The exotic dancers were lithe, acrobatic and nakedly sensual at the silver poles.