Chasing The Sun

Chapter 9 - Home is where the heart is

Built in 1832 in the middle of nowhere in the heart of the California desert, Casa de Pecados was a massive Spanish style mansion. It had a big open court and several smaller structures which used to be stables for visiting guests' horses. The mansion had been ordered by a wealthy Mexican landlord back in the days, but was later claimed by american settlers once Mexican troops lost their stronghold on Texas and southern California -then northern Mexico- in 1836.

Casa de Pecados had seen many improvements since its original conception. More land had been bought to guarantee seclusion, and state of the art technologies were added a few years ago, and constantly upgraded since. A whole section of the house was accessible only to by its sole owner, via a secret entrance in one of its stables. Once inside this secret section, one could access any room via a set of paralel hallways and stairs.

The command center was an isolated room on the second floor, away from the guest bedrooms, and had a gigantic panel of monitors and control keys, giving a perfect view, night and day, of anthing happening on the property. One smaller monitor for every room and section of the house surrounding a huge central display for whichever section the owner had decided to check on.

At this very moment, on the main 60" main monitor, Amada was seen in all her natural beauty, her panties to her ankles, her palm on her kitty.

Her eyes glued to the screen, Rosidora was enjoying her work as the hostess of Casa de Pecados. She had arranged for Tom and Amada to spend a few days here because she had sensed, the moment she met them, that these two had a great erotic potential.

Rosidora was an enigma to most who ever had the chance to cross her path. Born in Southeast Asia in the early 90's, noone really knew her age, nor could even try to guess it. She was a very spiritual young lady who never shied away from her sexuality. Her long black silky hair fell on her white shoulders with freedom and her high cheekbones gave her that look of mysticism and inner peace. Her physique was very attractive for sure, but what people remembered most if they ever met her, was her eyes and aura. Rosidora had that incredible gift of instantly making people feel at ease, yet sense a presence unlike any other.

As far as she could remember, she always felt that she had a special charisma that allowed her to get by people and survive the hardship of being homeless so young. Both her parents had disappeared from her life at a very early age, and she was never able to get closure and know what had happened to them. She ended up living on the run until a Christian Orphenage in Thailand offered her shelter when she was 9 years old. The next few years had been the most important ones in her life, as she became older and more aware of her gift, starting to use it more and more for her own gain.

Her first victims were the other girls living with her in the orphanage. She vividly remembers covered sounds of pleasure coming from underneath the blankets of girls sleeping around her in the dormitory. As she started to understand what those little sounds were, Rosidora soon decided she wanted to hear more of them, enhance them if possible. So she picked her first prey, 12 year old Cassandra, and while pretending to be sound asleep in the bed next to her, Rosidora started her mental prowess and became able to take control of Cassandra's mind at first, then her own actions. Rosidora had developped the unique gift of being able to overtake anyone's brain and command their body at ease.

She was fascinated by how she could control Cassandra's hands and guide them all over her body, teasing sensitive parts on the way until the desires turned into pure pleasure and the soft moans would become an uncontrolled breathing. Most of the times, Rosidora could feel on her own body the caresses that she was forcing onto Cassandra's. Wherever Cassandra's hands and fingers would explore, Rosidora would feel the same heat spread on herself. It was as if she was caressing herself via the mind and hands of her friend laying a few feet away from her.

When Mother Lai would come check on them in the middle of the night, Rosidora would make sure that Cassandra had her bed sheets pulled down, her top open and her fingers busy exploring her soft pleasure spot... she genuinely enjoyed seeing Mother Lai's reaction when finding Cassandra clearly possessed and sinning. Mother Lai was the understanding type, and though she would make Cassandra stop and cover herself initially, with time she would walk by more often and quietly sit on the bed next to Cassandra, her palm on her forehead trying to kick the demons out. Rosidora knew too well there were no demons to kick out, and sensed that Mother Lai simply enjoyed being by Cassandra's side while she was pleasuring herself.