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A/N: Wow, it’s really been a long time since I’ve written one of these. I know this submission is shorter than previous ones, but perhaps it can tide ye over till I can catch up!

To everyone who’s reached out to see if I’ve been doing okay health-wise, thank you all for your concern. Tensions at work and changes in my personal life have severely impacted the time I have to write, though I’m slowly attempting to remedy that.

Thank you for your interest, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 31- Agni

30th November, 2017

12:37 p.m.

I.G.A.D.W.T.F. Base, Dublin, Ireland

I sat through our briefing in a daze, a million conflicting trains of thought fighting for dominance in my head. It was like my brain was stuck in an infinite “if-else” loop, desperately trying to find a way out of the scenario I was in.

If I told Fiona and the others what was happening, Rayka would be killed.

If I didn’t, they would die, and I would be arrested or killed.

I knew that logically, one life– regardless of its place in my heart– didn’t justify the tradeoff. The kicker, though, is that feelings are never logical. They just are. You feel what you feel no matter the reason, and when they’re as strong as the ones I was wrestling with, no amount of logic could change the outcome.

I would save Rayka. No matter what.

But would I be able to stand by and watch my squad die? Did I have it in me to–

“Chris?” Fiona asked, placing her hand on my shoulder and startling me. “Are you okay, kid? You’ve been super distracted since you walked in.”

Glancing around, I saw that we were the only ones left in the room. I guess moral quandaries about literal life or death really put you into your own headspace.

“I’m alright,” I responded, flashing a small smile. “Relationship trouble, that’s all.”

Honestly, with all the secrecy surrounding our work, I’d gotten bloody amazing at lying through my teeth over the past few months.

“Well, leave that shit here, okay?” she said, patting my shoulder. “Even if this is probably just another kid trying to make a mini-sun or whatever, we can’t let our guard down.”

“Roger that, Centurion.”

“Good lad. Now go get your stuff together. We leave for Galway in five.”

Saluting her sharply, I headed to my room to get my go-bag. I was surprised to see Anaya waiting for me outside the elevators, a bag in her hand as well.

“The fuck are you doing here?” I spat, not even bothering to hide the venom in my voice.

“Didn’t anybody tell you?” she asked, mockingly. “I’ll be riding along with you on this mission.”

“I don’t need a bloody babysitter! I know what’s at stake. Vince will fucking get what he fucking wants.”

I doubled over as excruciating pain blossomed in my midriff. A fist tangled in my hair forced me to look up at her through watery eyes, my lungs struggling to fill with air.

“You will give the Commander the respect he deserves, or I will make you pay. Is that clear?” she stated, coldly.

If looks could kill, my glare would have melted her face off.

“Good,” she grunted, letting go and shoving me to the ground. “Get yourself together and let’s go, already. The sooner I’m rid of you, the better.”

I climbed to my feet and dusted myself off, glaring after her as she walked away briskly. Snatching up my bag from where it’d fallen, I followed her to Ryan’s car, getting in the back as she got in the passenger’s seat. He shot me an apologetic glance through the rearview mirror, and I nodded back, understanding that he didn’t have much of a choice in what was happening, either.

The ride to Galway was awkward as nothing else. Anaya, with her haughty and aloof attitude, completely threw off our dynamic. Even if she hadn’t, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for conversation.

A little over three hours later, we arrived at the safehouse in Galway– a seemingly abandoned farmhouse, close to the Atlantic shore. Galway was one of those cities that seemed to just fall away as you neared the city limits, giving way to wide swaths of farmland.

Its pseudo-remote location made this safehouse a place where we could Wield freely, one of only two in the country. There were also more sheep than people around, which worked in our favor. However, the fact that it was an area where Wielders could more freely cast spells also meant that reports from the region were taken more seriously than others.

We were the last to arrive, and as we walked into the house, I saw that all the others were already gathered in the main room, a single LED bulb doing an admirable job of illuminating the large space. Anaya immediately took charge, which didn’t sit too well with Fiona. However, given that Vince outranked her, she kept her dissatisfaction to herself, save for a single dirty glance.

Contrary to our usual methods, Anaya had all the teams göztepe escort meeting in a single grid after their sweeps, indicating that she considered it a high-profile target. While the others accepted her explanation that they didn’t need their Armor since it was probably not a Dark cell, I knew otherwise.

She was sending them to their deaths like pigs to slaughter. No weapons, no Armor, no way to defend themselves.

I had to let it happen.

I couldn’t let it happen.

But she was there. Anaya was right there, just waiting for me to fuck up. She probably had a direct line to Vince with a Communicator, too. The second I did something wrong, that was it. Rayka would die.

And yet, this couldn’t be how things happened. I had to stop it. I just had to find a way– and that was when I saw it.

A pair of Inhibitor Cuffs sitting on the table, a mere couple of meters from Anaya.

I had to do it.

Without even giving myself enough time to think it through, I tapped into my Power, drawing in as much as I possibly could. The light overhead flickered and went out as magical fields interfered with electromagnetic ones, but it didn’t matter. Before the others even had a chance to react, I’d augmented myself completely, moving faster than they could blink. Rushing over to the Inhibitors, I clamped them around Anaya’s wrists, activating them before releasing my hold on my magic.

The light came back on instantly as I dropped to one knee, the suddenness with which I’d de-augmented myself jarring my body.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anaya asked, fixing me with a cold glare, the others just looking at me with varying degrees of shock.

“Hold her,” I wheezed, as my body slowly recovered. “Trap.”

“Troy, Rory,” Fiona commanded, indicating with her head that they should do as I asked. “Chris, explain.”

Struggling to my feet, I took a couple of deep breaths in before answering her. I explained everything: How Vince had blackmailed me from the beginning, how the whole mission was a trap, and how Vince had threatened to kill Rayka if I didn’t cooperate.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, unable to even look at her face. “I never meant to hurt anybody. I just wanted to keep Rayka safe. But I couldn’t just let them–“

“I understand,” Fiona responded, walking up to me and surprising me with a hug. “It’s not your fault, Chris. You were used.”

“This may not be,” Michelle chimed in, “but Rayka’s blood is now on your hands.”

I looked at her in shock, ice-cold fear shooting through my veins. “What–“

“You didn’t really think that the Commander would send us to our deaths, did you?” Emily asked, tilting her head to a side. “This was always just a test, Chris, to see whether you could do as you were told. Nobody would have died– well, Fiona would have, but we were all just looking for a reason to off her, anyway.”

“He got to you, did he?” Fiona asked, her voice dangerously low.

“All of us, actually,” Rory interjected, as he helped Troy take the Inhibitors off Anaya. “Well, except for the Muddie, but they’re disposable.”

Anaya tsked, rubbing her wrists as the others gathered around her, backing myself, Fiona, and Ryan into a corner. “All you had to do was keep your mouth shut. A Wielder and a Muddie for the life of someone you love– not a bad deal, overall.

“But no, you wanted to be good. You wanted to be a hero, like Mommy and Daddy. Very well, little hero, it’s time to pay the piper.”

The light went out again as all of us collectively drew on our magic. Even if we’d all been at similar strengths, Fiona and I were massively outnumbered, and we knew it.

“Protect Ryan,” she instructed me, as she punched a hole through the wall behind us, leading us out of the house.

I nodded, pushing him ahead of myself as I ran, reaching out to my Media, weapons, and Armor, and summoning them to me. Unlike the others, my gear was still stashed in my Abode at the Academy, an oversight that would cost me dearly.

Emily suddenly appeared in front of us, an arrow nocked and pointing right at me. Smirking, she let it fly, but Fiona intercepted it, swatting it out of the way with an edged mace. She was already armored up, and she lunged at Emily, the two of them disappearing for a few seconds. Ryan and I kept running; it was all we could do just then.

I could see an old well up ahead, which gave me an idea. Scooping Ryan into my arms, I augmented myself to twenty percent, crashing through the slatted boards that were covering up the well. Bracing myself for the impact, I splashed down into the water, de-augmenting just enough to tell him to stay there, before re-augmenting myself and clambering back out.

“Augmented,” Fiona panted, skidding to a stop next to me. “More powerful than I knew. Circle.”

Nodding, I followed her instructions, çorlu escort pushing my augmentation to one-hundred percent, the two of us now facing away from each other with the well between us. The true difference in Power between us and our attackers soon became apparent, their attacks merely appearing out of thin air for me.

Try as I might, I couldn’t keep up with them, and as the seconds ticked by, I was covered in hundreds of little cuts. I healed what I could, but more opened up even as others closed.

They were just toying with me, and I knew it.

My body felt like it was on fire, but I knew that I couldn’t give up. As futile as it may be, I had to try to fight back. However, with my gear still a few seconds away, I just didn’t know how.

“Wield,” the voice in my head helpfully offered.

“Nice of you to show up,” I thought back, as a new gash opened up across my forehead, blood splashing into my eye before I could heal it. “Do you think I wouldn’t if I fucking could?!”

Yeah, I may have been on the cusp of death, but my sarcasm wouldn’t be taking any breaks.

“You can,” the voice insisted. “There is a flame burning deep inside you. A primordial fire that is just waiting to be called upon. Reach for it. Summon it.”

“The Seals–“

“The Seals mean nothing. Call, and the fire will answer. All you need to do is believe.”

“Such a fucking Disn–“

My thoughts were interrupted as a deeper gash opened up across my ankles, cutting through my tendons and sending me on my back. I rushed to heal myself, stumbling to my feet and looking around wildly, just in time to see Fiona reappear on the ground. Her weapon appeared a dozen meters away, and in my augmented state, I couldn’t be sure that she was breathing.

The others started appearing around me, all of them dropping to a similar level of augmentation. Anaya was the last to appear, unarmored, licking specks of my blood off her lips, a regular kitchen knife in her hands.

“The game’s up, little mouse,” she taunted, in a singsong voice. “Your brave defender is broken, and you will be dead before your things arrive. Give up, and I may let you live long enough to see me choke the life out of your beloved.”

“No,” I grunted, forcing myself to stand up straight. “I will beat you.”

“Brave words,” she said, bringing her hands together. “I applaud your bravery. Truly, Mommy and Daddy would have been impressed. It’s not everybody who can still try, even when they’re almost dead.”

A blink later, she was standing behind me, the razor edge of her knife held to my throat. “Do you surrender now?”

“I may die,” I sighed, closing my eyes and accepting the inevitable. “But I will never go quietly into the light.”

As I affirmed my intention to fight till my last breath, a stillness that I’d never felt before filled my mind. At the heart of that stillness was a warmth unlike any other.

In my mind’s eye, I could see myself as a child.

It was my fourth birthday, and we’d just finished saying goodbye to Randal and Mathias’ families. As Mum and Dad cleared everything away, I’d lounged in front of the fireplace, just watching the flames dance as I’d bathed in their warmth. That year had been the first time we’d lit birthday candles, and ever since my young mind had made the connection between the little flickers on my cake and the roaring waves in the fireplace, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off them.

For what was probably the first time in my life, I hadn’t shown any interest in the rest of my party. Presents had gone unopened and games had been played sans enthusiasm. Every single chance I’d gotten, I’d wandered over to the fireplace, just placing my hands up against the grate and pushing my face forward as much as I could. I hadn’t realized it back then, but the metal grate had never felt too hot to touch; I’m not sure if any of the adults noticed, but I remembered even pushing a couple of fingers into the heart of the flames, only to come away unscathed.

There was a surreal beauty in the fire that called to me, even back then; a fascination that I could never quite explain. Hour after hour, year after year, I’d just lose myself in their ethereal undulations, always wanting to understand more, to do more with them.

Once I’d unlocked my Power, it seemed like my wishes had been somewhat fulfilled. I found myself falling back on Fire-inspired spells more often than not, and for whatever reason, they seemed to actually take less Power than other spells. It was almost like the element of Fire itself called to me, and my soul had reached an understanding with it. Through the years, I’d grown complacent, almost taking advantage of the sparks, but in that moment, it all came rushing back to me.

The flames were creation and destruction; salvation and undoing.

They sang to me, beckoned me, begged ümraniye escort for me. They whispered sweet nothings and vile temptations, promising everything and nothing. They wanted to be consumed but spat that they would consume me instead.

The warmth was love. It was lust.

It was hope and it was fear.

It was fire.

It was mine.

“Agni,” I breathed softly, as I felt the blade slice into my skin.

The warmth inside me was fanned into a roaring fire, heat bursting out through every pore in my body.

“Agni!” I screamed, my arms curling up as every inch of my body seemed to spontaneously combust, a cool heat spreading all over me, cushioning me in its embrace.

The fire was home.

Roaring my challenge as my eyes flew open, I pushed the fire out around me, sending everybody flying through the air. The flames licked my wounds, closing them instantly, their heat restoring my body.

In my mind, however, none of that mattered. The heat was everywhere. It was everything. None would stand between myself and it.

“How–” Anaya muttered, climbing to her feet, looking at the stub of her melted knife in shock.

In response, I ensconced her in a ball of fire, choking and burning her at the same time.

How could something so insignificant even dare to try and divert my attention?

The others were quick to retaliate, augmenting themselves into higher states and attacking me at once.

Very well, if death was their wish, I would grant it.

Grunting, I merely fed the flames, creating a nimbus so hot around me, it liquified the ground.

Like flies in an electric trap, they dropped to the ground, their Armor fused to different parts of their bodies. Looking around, I scoffed at their smoldering remains, before spotting the last of them on the ground.

Walking over, I squatted down, reducing the nimbus to just my hand.

I was going to take my time with this one, and enjoy it.

“Stop!” an annoying voice shouted.

I stood up and looked around for the gnat that had wormed itself into my head. Two to burn were better than one. Only then, would I be alone with the fire.

“Chris, you need to take control!” it shouted, though I could not see it anywhere.

No matter. One to burn was better than none.

The flames were hungry. I would feed them.

“Chris Michaelson, the Fire is consuming you. Snap out of it!”

I grunted dismissively, walking back to the last little fly.

“You must listen to me!”

I was growing tired of the game. It was time to end it.

I raised my fist up, ready to squash the fly.

“Eirineftís!”

I stopped, my fist inches from its face.

“What?” I asked, struggling to fight through the sauna of my mind.

“Chris Eirineftís,” the voice said, cutting through the warmth. “That is your name. Your true name. The one your parents bore. Would they want you to kill an innocent? Would Rayka?”

“Not innocent. Attacked me. Tried to kill me.”

“They did. Fiona is not one of them.”

“Fiona?”

“Centurion Fiona, yes.”

“Centurion…”

The heat grew cooler; flickering, snarling at losing control.

“That’s it. You must fight it. You must maintain control!”

It was too much. Too much to fight; too much to win. My mind was torn asunder, at war with itself. I scratched and clawed my way to dominance, crying out in defiance as I realized that I was hovering over Fiona, ready to kill her.

I will not do this!

One final yank, and the blazing haze disappeared as quickly as it’d begun. I collapsed to the floor as I dropped out of my augmented state, the hard ground cutting into my naked knees. I looked around, bewildered at the state of everything around me.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked the voice, as my Armor, weapons, and Media finally arrived. “How in hell did I just do all that?! Was I Wielding without Media? How is that even possible?!”

“There is more to magic than most people realize, Chris,” it answered, audibly relieved. “Ancient secrets are beginning to reemerge, and you are part of them. Beware of who you trust.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that!” I insisted, but silence was all I got in response.

I don’t even know how long I knelt there, before realizing that I was buck naked. Quickly activating and slipping into my Armor, I geared up completely and healed Fiona as best I could. After retrieving Ryan from what could have been a watery grave, I got them both back to the car. I didn’t exactly know where to head, so I just started driving away from Galway, with no real destination in mind.

“Cork…” Fiona mumbled feebly, from the back seat, about an hour after we’d gotten on the road. “Find Dave. Ferry. Password is ‘Succulent’.”

“Understood,” I nodded, glancing at Ryan, but he was asleep, too.

“You there?” I called, hoping the voice would reply. “I could really use some answers before this drive sends me spiraling through a million different theories.”

Once again, all the I was met with was silence. So, I spent the next few hours keeping true to my word and analyzing everything that I could remember about what had happened. Try as I might, however, I just couldn’t explain it.

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Three knights, armor shining, crested a hill. Their horses panted heavily in the hot sun, laboring under the full armor of their riders. Sir Aloric, the youngest of the three, had proposed they wear the armor as they arrived at Count Mevenmein’s court. The others had readily agreed, envisioning a grand entrance, but that had been when they believed themselves less than half a day’s ride out. By the time they realized a landslide in the night had made the foothills hell to cross, they were already sweating in what were increasingly feeling like metal coffins.

“We can still make it before nightfall,” Aloric said, taking off his helmet. Sweat poured from his ginger hair over his youthful, fair face. He tried an optimistic smile as he looked at the other two.

“Hrmph,” Gastogne snorted, his anger making his already serious face look dour. “We would already be there if it weren’t for all this damned luggage.” He stared back the way hey had come, at the baggage train trundling along. Two carts, stacked high and heavily laden with goods, were pulled by teams of slaves chained to it like oxen. These were no trussed-up pony girls though. These were labor slaves, wearing only a rag on their head to keep their hair up, if they wore anything at all. Around them were the dominas — loyal slaves who carried whips and urged the others on, and a few squires on horseback. Behind the last cart were another thirty slave girls, shackled and fettered in lines and rows. They each carried a sack — the slaves were responsible for carrying their own supplies. The carts were solely for the three knights and their squires.

Gastogne watched them all with increasing frustration. The first cart paused as it hit a hole in the road, and the slaves strained to push it out as the dominas encouraged them with whips and shouts. “Lazy cunts,” he muttered, looking up. The sun was just past its zenith.

“Come now, sir Gastogne,” the third knight said. He rode at the head of them, and it was his family crest that adorned both carts. Of the three, only he still looked fresh, the sweat on his brow barely a trickled, despite how warm his long, blonde hair must have been. Sir Moldred of House Gyvain smiled, and Gastogne couldn’t help but let some of his anger evaporate.

Moldred said, “Don’t tell me you’d prefer to travel like the knights of old? Roughing it out here, on our own? I can hardly piss without a slave girl holding my cock,” he laughed.

Gastogne smiled. “It woudn’t be so bad. We could paint Sir Aloric’s lips and eyes. He’d be a bit flat, but he could pass.”

“At least from behind,” Moldred added, and both of them laughed as Aloric stared at them aghast.

“I’ll fight you both. Right here and now,” he said.

“Calm yourself, Sir Aloric,” Moldred said, still chuckling. “Sir Gastogne and I are just jealous. I’ve seen the way the slaves crowd you.” Aloric sighed. If anyone had said it he would have drawn his sword then and there, but he was used to Moldred’s bad jokes. Moldred turned back to Gastogne and said, “And Sir Gastogne, why the hurry? Even if we arrive tomorrow morning, it will make no difference. Mevenmein has no knights in his realm. He only possesses an invitation to the King’s Tournament through some ancient decree. Regardless of when we arrive, in two days that invitation will be yours.”

Gastogne took a deep breath and said he agreed, but continued to watch the carts. Moldred would never admit it out loud, but he was more anxious than either of them. Gastogne was a commoner, the son of a charcoal maker who owned only two slaves and who was only able to have a child after saving for years to rent a pureborn from Moldred’s father. He had only been able to afford her for one year, but, luckily, she bore a son in that time.

Despite this common birth, Gastogne was born a knight — able to wield a crest. Uncommon, but not unheard of. What should have been unheard of was how, despite being a knight, the man had still had to scrape for everything. If Moldred hadn’t discovered his talents he likely would never have gained a crest of his own. Moldred fumed at the unfairness of it. In his opinion all men should be judged by their merit, not their class. That a man like Mevenmein could hold three crests and one of the most profitable lands in the kingdom, despite his fallow blood, was an injustice.

Tired of watching the slaves push the carts over the rocky path, Moldred said, “Let’s ride ahead.” The other two agreed, and they took off — the cool wind on their faces. They made it around the bend, before having to once again stop. A boulder blocked the path. Clearly knocked loose the night before, it was taller and wider than the carts. A crew of six cunts were hacking at it with pickaxes, while a short, fat man in a tunic lounged in a chair watching them. A seventh cunt was crouched between his knees. From the faces the man was making, she seemed to be making more progress than the other six combined.

The three knights stared at this, until Moldred finally said tuzla escort what they were all thinking:

“Fuck.”

–

Eve was not dead. This was something of a surprise to her as there were multiple points where she was sure the blonde bitch’s potion burning through her body would kill her. It didn’t though, and somehow, despite feeling like it would turn her insides to ash, she was left feeling better and more energized than ever.

She stood at the cleaning yard, a corner of the grounds near the river where small rocks had been laid down to keep the ground from turning muddy while the slaves cleaned themselves. With a bucket of water, some lye, and a rag, she slowly tried to wipe off the shame and disgust that still covered her body. She was alone. She had ordered the slaves that came to pick her up away. When she entered the cleaning yard she ordered everyone out. A few slaves spluttered something about being ordered to clean up, but they weren’t compelled. Besides, one look in her eye told them she didn’t need a cock to beat them.

None of this would have been possible without the potion. She would have been dragged off by slaves, who would roughly clean her while she lay there, unable to move. A further embarrassment after an already humiliating ordeal. There was a downside to the potion though. The exhaustion and pain had fit how she felt. Mentally she still had the disgust, the humiliation, but physically the only thing she was left with was the arousal. She told herself that was likely from the potion, but she knew that wasn’t completely true. She could still remember the feeling of Christophe first entering her, and though it made her want to vomit, it also made her wet.

Faye dunked her head in one of the larger buckets, holding her head under the water as she ran her fingers through her hair — trying to undo the tangled, cum-coated knots. The cold water helped clear her mind, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She wanted to scream, but there were other slaves and men around. There was nowhere she could go to be alone. Even bathing, she had no privacy. So, she shut her eyes tight, and began to scrub her skin furiously.

–

“Aye my lords,” the fat man said, the belt of his trousers still hanging open. “Rock slide last night. We been workin’ at it all morning.”

Moldred stared down at him. The peasant man’s crew of cunts looked weak and malnourished, skin tight around their ribs. They swung their tools, sweat dripping down their nude bodies, with a strength that would make a young boy laugh. At the rate they were going they would be ‘workin’ at it’ all week.

“We need to get through,” Gastogne said. “We have urgent business with the count. There must be another pass.”

The man ran his finger through his ear. “This is it, unless you head all the way back down.”

Gastogne continued to argue with the man while Aloric tried to soothe the knight and assured him it would be fine. Moldred turned away from them. They had gone over this with the man a hundred times. Nothing was changing. As he was looking back, he saw the first members of the baggage train starting to round the bend. They were losing time.

With a deep breath, Moldred walked over to the boulder. The slave girl’s, seeing his armor and bearing, fell to their knees. He ignored them. Instead, he focused on his chest, feeling the place inside himself where his crest resided. It appeared over his breast plate — shining a brilliant white.

Strength flooded his limbs as he drew on the crest. With a roar, he shoved both hands into the boulder and pushed. It shifted. He groaned, calling on more and more strength, but the boulder was twice his height and solid rock. With his crest he was as strong as ten men, but even ten men couldn’t have budged it further. He relented, and it fell back.

Then, beside him, Gastogne and Amoric appeared. Their crest’s glowed over their chests as well, and the three of them pushed as one. It moved, scrapping over the ground. They yelled in triumph as it inched forward. But then, the boulder hit a ditch slight incline, and settled in place. They tried again, but could push it no further.

Panting, the three knights looked at each other. After a moment, Moldred looked back to their bagged train and roared “Gash!”

A slave girl near the front of the train perked up and started running towards him. Moldred waited. Technically, ‘Gash’ was not her name. Her name was Gail, or Geel, or something like that. Even more technically, her name was Moldred-Gail, as pureborns were named after their owners but with a syllable added to the end. Moldred disliked both of those. He preferred the more descriptive names given to farm bred slaves. Why would anyone ever call a cunt ‘Ann’ or ‘Sal’ over the more interesting, and accurate, ‘Piss-lips’ or ‘Dick-squirmer?’

Gash ran as Moldred waited. She had terrible form, made worse by her swinging tits and the high pendik escort heels locked around her ankles. Her silver hair swaying back and forth over sharp, violet eyes. A series of straps crisscrossed her body — hiding nothing and supporting her ass and breasts. Moldred knew that on the inside of those straps were small spikes that were cutting into her as she ran. In fact, her whole attire was spiked. There were tiny spikes in her shoes just under her heels to keep her from resting. Spikes lined the inside of the heavy iron collar around her neck. She had dildos in her cunt and ass, both coated in spikes that angled down so they were harder to remove. Above those dildos was his crest, branded into her mons pubis. When she finally reached him, she threw herself onto the ground at his feet knees first, pressing her forehead into the ground in a bow. Moldred stared down at her. “Stand up cunt!” he yelled, and she hopped to her feet.

She was painfully thin, her ribs sticking out like the malnourished cunts trying to break down the boulder. He could see that her strap suit had been tightened to its fullest, but it still hung slightly loose. That was his fault. He was punishing her by not allowing her to eat anything other than cum. Soon, he would need to let her eat something — she was starting to be unsightly. He did worry that it might be letting her off too easy though. He couldn’t actually remember what she had done, but it must have been bad.

Gash stared at the ground, but he didn’t miss her lick her red-painted lips. He almost sighed. Gash was weak, even for a member of the lesser sex. Worse, she was appallingly obedient. Even without his brand on her, he suspected she would do anything he said. There were few positive things Moldred could say about her. She was pleasing to the eye, but that was not to her credit. Every woman, whether they were pureborn or birthed by magic, was given a witches’ brew to ensure they grew in a way that was more appealing. It was said that the more work the brew had to do, the more unusual they appeared. With her silver hair and purple eyes, Moldred guessed she had been given a double-dose. But, there was one thing Gash was good for. She was a genius.

“Gash,” he roared again, looking away from her and at the boulder. “If we put all our slaves on that, how long would it take to break it down?”

For the first time, Gash looked up. Her violet irises seemed to sharpen as she focused on the boulder. Her pupils made short, darting movements and he could almost see the wheels in her head beginning to turn.

“A little less than four hours master,” she answered. “There are thirteen tools in your supplies that would be suitable for the task, plus the ones the cunts currently working are using. Assuming average working speed it would be three and a half hours, but the slaves would need to be removed from the carts, then reattached once done. The average time for this is around twenty-three minutes. It would be faster with a cantilever, but that would require deconstructing a cart or finding a tree or log strong enough to not break.”

“Could I move it?” he asked, wondering if maybe there was some angle he could try to shift it again.

“Forgive this stupid cunt master, but it is unlikely. Your record is one hundred fifty-one stone. However, based on the furrows in the ground and the size and material of the boulder, it likely weighs at least three hundred.” She bowed her head. “This cunt requests a proper punishment for her insolence, master.”

“Remind me to flog you later,” he replied off-handedly. “For now, stay focused. I want us past this and back on the road in the next half hour. You know what I want you to tell me. Are there any options other than the potion?”

She paused for a moment — trembling. He watched her swaying a bit as she tried to stay balanced on her heels without resting her own heels on the small spikes built into her shoes. Her thin, weak body sweating in the heat, pussy juice glistening around her thighs where the painful dildos just sticking out of her cunt and ass made her wet. Finally, she said, “No master.”

“Wrack your brain cunt! I only have two, and if I have to waste one here I’m taking my anger out on you.”

She didn’t even hesitate. “There is no other way master. Not within that timetable.”

Moldred took a deep breath. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she was right. Gash was never wrong about things like these. “Will it be enough? If I use it, it better be enough.”

“It will be master.”

He raised his hand, and he saw her flinch in anticipation. It was a tiny thing, only his familiarity with her let him see it. Too anyone else, she would have seemed the perfect, unmoving slave girl.

He lowered his hand, and rubbed her silver hair affectionately. “Good job cunt. You’ll be punished later for implying my weakness and failing to find another way, but for now you deserve a reward.” He pointed at the fat man, who had maltepe escort gone back to arguing with Amoric and Gastogne. “I don’t think you’ve eaten today. If he will have you, you may consume his seed.”

“Thank you master,” she said, looking up at him with glistening eyes. She sounded so sincere and grateful it was sickening. “Thank you for feeidng this worthless cunt.”

She ran off to eat her meal for the day. As she did, Moldred walked back to one of the carts. He pulled out a chest, and, with a key he kept on a string around his neck, unlocked it. Inside were two bottles of red liquid packed tight in straw. He took one out, locking the other one back in the chest. Walking back to the boulder, he uncorked the one he took out, and downed the contents. His crest once again appeared on his breastplate. As he walked towards the boulder, it began to shift from white to red.

–

“Three. Thank you master!” the slave girl shouted as Eve reared back for another strike. “Four! Thank you master!” the slave cried, the leather tendrils of the flogger digging into her plump breasts — sending her body spinning. The girl hung from the ceiling by her wrists, the chain between her manacles held up by a hook in the ceiling. She was spinning from the force of Eve’s blows. As she turned around again, Eve reared back and struck her behind with all her strength and pent up frustration. “Five. Thank you master,” the slave, Sloppytongue, whimpered.

Eve sighed, and rubbed her eyes. They were in her chambers, a small, bare room of white plaster walls and ceiling, and not much else. A folding straw mat lay in one corner — Eve’s bed. There were two hooks on the wall, one held a crop, the other normally held the flogger she now used on Sloppytongue. A wooden door, knee high and square shaped with a bolt to lock it from the outside, was built into one wall. The window was a vertical slit, open to the elements. There was no door on the entrance. The slave girl’s cries echoed down the tower stairs. The girl wasn’t supposed to call Eve ‘master,’ that was reserved for men, but she wasn’t going to disobey Eve.

“Six. Thank you master!” she cried as Eve flogged her stomach. Red, chafed skin and the beginning of worse wounds already coated her. Sloppytongue was a short, thin woman with olive skin and big, brown eyes that reminded Eve of a mouse. She whimpered like one too — twitching her nose as she cried. It was always hard to say the age of farm-born slaves, but she looked to be the same age as Eve. Not that it earned her any pity as Eve landed blow after blow with the flogger.

“Thirty. Thank you master,” she finally cried, and Eve threw the flogger to the side. Eve didn’t feel any better. If anything, punishing the slave had only increased the pent-up hunger inside her. “That stupid witch,” she muttered. “Healing potion my ass. There was something else in there.” She rubbed her thigh, wanting desperately to move her fingers just a bit higher, but not daring too. She didn’t have a brand yet, so theoretically she didn’t need permission to cum. But she wouldn’t dare it. She knew the penalty.

“Mistriss,” Sloppytongue said hesitantly, tears falling down her face and over her chest. “Has this cunt done something to offend you?”

“You said you had a message from my father?”

The girl nodded.

“So, you left your cell. Did I tell you you could leave your cell?”

The slave bit her lip. It wasn’t really fair, and Eve knew it. Another slave, likely one of the Dominas, had almost certainly let her out and given her orders. Still…

Eve slapped her breast, sending her spinning as she yelped. “What’s the message?”

“You must — Umn, Master Mevenmein says you must report to his slave quarters to be prepared for tonight.”

Eve frowned. She knew what was happening tonight. There would be a feast for the guests. Her father would undoubtably have something picked out for her to wear, but she could use the normal slave quarters to put on jewelry and whatever lace nonsense he had bought from the last trader to pass through.

“Did he say what I’m being ‘prepared’ for?”

“No.”

Eve slapped Sloppytongue’s other tit. She yelped and Eve asked, “But, you asked around like a good cunt, right? What’s the rumor?”

“Moldred,” she said, more question than answer. When Eve didn’t immediately hit her, she continued, “The rumor is he will bestow you on Master Moldred.”

Eve rubbed her eyes again. It wasn’t surprising, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend the night with some brutish knight with a vendetta against her father. It was only then that she noticed she had been running her hand up and down her thigh the entire time. She forced herself to stop, and instead let Sloppytongue down. The slave’s legs immediately collapsed as they touched the bare stone. She was a good slave though, and quickly turned her fall into a bow.

“Fetch my chamber pot,” Eve ordered.

Sloppytongue crawled to the small door that led to her cell. Most of the rooms in the manor had at least one slave cell. Boxes, built into the wall, too small to stand or fully lay down, that could be locked from the outside. Sloppytongue’s cell would have been cramped without the ceramic pot she pulled out of it. It was clean though, proof that the cunt was following at least some of Eve’s orders.

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Geet knew what had happened. I could sense it from the way she acted towards me. But there was no remorse on her part and little concern for me. That was to be expected – I was an outsider and a sex slave with no rights over what was done to me. I tried ask her about Mara. Was she not concerned that the future son-in-law seemingly enjoyed hurting women?

“It’s the proper way,” she explained, for the umpteenth time. “Mara will decide. She gives herself to Grad but he must do the right thing. That is why he whips her.”

I wondered if the answer was that some women enjoy pain as part of the sex. I guessed that maybe it was true of Geet. She certainly didn’t seem to mind the idea of being flogged as part of the play. Soos was quite opposed to it. Maybe Mara was more like her mother and she got turned on by being hurt.

I forgot all that, however, the next day when finally I got some of the best news since landing in that weird, future time.

“She is coming,” Geet told me. “The other one. From the other capsule. Permission was given. She will arrive tomorrow and now she belongs to us.” Geet added, “She is a bad one.” I was left to wonder what that meant.

“But now you will plan to leave us,” she went on. I could see the sadness on her face which was very touching. She was happy for me and yet sad at the same time. “Its natural,” she concluded. “Back to your real place if you can.”

The very next day, Captain Sarah Adamson arrived and I was taken out to the barn to meet her. Midge had already tied her to the mesh. There was a new pecking order. I felt bad for Sarah but was relieved for myself. Like Geet had said, I was almost a part of the family. So I was permitted to sleep inside while Sarah, the outsider, would be left in the barn.

I hardly knew Sarah and we would have to find a way to work as a team. You have to understand, the space program now – or then – is a big organisation with several bases. So, we astronauts don’t get to meet all the other crews. I had heard of Sarah Adamson but this was the first time we’d met.

The most important thing was that, at last, I had the chance to de-brief with someone from my own time. More to the point, we had the chance to plan my escape back home.

I was a little shocked when I first saw Sarah. She looked in a bad way. I guessed she’d been treated harshly – maybe even more than me.

“These people are animals,” she said to me in a hiss. “How operational is your capsule? We need to get out of here as soon as we can.”

I was just so excited to have someone like me to talk to. I told her my capsule was serviceable. We could use it to return home. But astrophysics is not my strong suit and I needed someone to help me work out the flight plan. If only someone could work out how to reverse the trip through time, I was sure my capsule was good enough to get us home.

Then Sarah have me the basic details of what she’d experienced. She and her fellow crew member had left after me in our own time but they had arrived slightly before me in the future. They’d crashed on the other side of the country. Their capsule was damaged beyond repair and her crew mate had been badly injured. He’d been given medical care but perished soon after. It was then that Sarah had discovered how women who are outsiders are treated in that future world.

“I was raped by their men,” she told me coldly. “A number of times. At first they just wanted to rape me. When I fought back, they started to whip me every time and then rape me. I fought so hard they finally stopped. But they hardly fed me either.”

I understood what had been done to her. I also understood why. As hard as it was for her to accept it, I knew that Sarah had been treated “properly” according to the rules of that future society.

“But at least I’m safe now, with you,” she went on.

I wasn’t so sure that being with me would be as “safe” as she imagined. I knew how things worked and I thought it very likely that Captain Adamson would be expected to accept the same demands I’d had from Midge. Sarah must have seen the look on my face because she suddenly looked a little frightened.

“You mean, you’ve been raped as well? The fucking bastards.”

I was feeling a little defensive, mainly out of a feeling of loyalty toward Geet. These future people had a very different culture to ours but, in their time, it was the right way.

‘The rules are different in this place. In this time,” I tried to explain. That was a mistake.

“You mean you gave in?”, she said with a look of hatred. “How could you do that? Was it worth it just to sleep inside? I suppose there was more than one. But didn’t you fight back? And what about the whippings? I suppose they starved you as well so you gave in to them.”

But she could see on my face that it had not been that way for me. I’d found a way to adapt, to survive. Maybe sex was a currency I’d used. The trouble was, as Sarah well knew, these people would take it no matter what. Instead maltepe escort of fighting them, I’d learned to enjoy many aspects of that future world.

And, as I’ve already admitted, I was more than happy for the obvious benefits that Midge presented.

Sarah looked at me like I was a traitor.

“You let these people have sex with you? How could you?”

I tried to explain what I’d learned. I tried to tell her that the women in that household were our allies and might even help us to escape home. But Sarah was so angry that she didn’t want to hear.

I knew Captain Adamson wouldn’t want to understand any of what I was telling her. She was just too angry and, maybe, upset from the loss of her crew mate.

“You let them do whatever they want,” she said with venom. “And then they give you permission to eat in the house and sleep in the house. I guess you just like being fucked like that.”

I wished she could see that it wasn’t all bad in that future world. I guess it was loyalty towards my friend, Geet. How could I make Sarah see that what had started as something horrible had ended up being mostly good? I was a sex slave but I had learned to accept the rules of this future society. It wasn’t right in my own time but how could I judge these future people? By trying to fit in, I’d had some of the best sex of my life.

Yes, I could have explained that I, too, was whipped before sex. It wasn’t simply a matter of “giving in” and letting them have their way. Even when I wanted sex, I could be whipped if the man wanted that. But I enjoyed the sex and, like Geet, I even got some enjoyment from the leather strap.

There was no point discussing it further. I left Sarah to her thoughts. The key thing was to get her into a headspace where she could work on planning our trip home. It turned out that Sarah was an expert navigator. But she would need a clear mind for that. Midge had out her in the same spot he’d first left me. So, she was close to the capsule and I hoped that would help to get her head right.

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I couldn’t stop worrying about Sarah. She’d not handled things as well as me. As far as I could tell, she had gotten a harder time from her captors than me. It was another reason to feel grateful to Geet – and to Midge, too. She was right about being raped and it had affected her badly. And I needed her in good shape to complete the technical planning for us to fly back to our own time.

But I figured that with some rest and good food, and a little time, she’d come good and focus on the job at hand. What bothered me was what Midge would want from Sarah. She was another new woman, an “outsider”, and I expected he’d want to use Sarah as he’d done me. Unfortunately, Geet confirmed that.

“It’s the rules,” she explained to me without much concern. “She is with us now and we have permission. Midge has the right and you know he can do it.”

I still wondered how Geet could be so relaxed about her husband constantly draining his sexual energy with other women. But I knew myself that Midge was something of a sexual machine. It was the leather strap that really concerned me – more whipping of Sarah might cause her to lose all focus or interest on completing our mission.

“Its proper and you know it.” She reminded me. “Midge will choose if he wants.”

Predictably, Geet had no sympathy for Sarah. “She is a bad woman. Since she would not do the proper thing then, for her, it was not good. Not like you,” she assured me with a smile. “You learn and you are one of us now.”

Actually, I did feel like I was part of that strange family with its weird, deviant attitudes to sex. Sarah’s venom was understandable but it hurt me all the same. It made sense to her to fight their men when they demanded sex. But I was glad for my choice since not only was I more comfortable but I’d had some amazing sex.

Anyway, there wasn’t much time for worrying about all that. Pedder came to the house that night and he wanted sex with me. As soon as he arrived I was ready. Yes, I knew my place.

Maybe I was also feeling a little extra motivated after talking to Captain Adamson. She despised me for the choice I’d made but I felt I’d done the right thing trying to fit in with these strange people. Having sex with Pedder was a way to prove my choice was the right one.

But it was more than that. I liked Pedder as a man. And it didn’t hurt that I felt like I had a little more choice with him. Pedder had made it obvious that he expected noting more than a fuck. It felt great to be able to seduce him a little, to offer more of what a “proper” woman would give him. It was so different from Midge who’d simply taken everything he wanted.

So, I was beginning to understand what Geet had said about courtship in that future time. And why the whippings could be a good thing – even a turn-on.

In my room, we kissed and I grabbed his cock through his pants. manavgat escort Once I got it out, I didn’t wait before I went to my knees for Pedder. He was a good lover and I liked the way he gave me pleasure. I was easy to kneel before him and take him into my mouth.

“So good,” he murmured and I felt a wave of pride. I like to think I am a good cocksucker and I felt good to know I could please Pedder, in that future, liberated society.

I felt him getting to just the right point. So, I stood up and, as Pedder watched with his eyes wide, I stripped for him in a single move. I wanted to offer myself to him completely. It was a strange feeling but Sarah’s harsh judgement made me more determined.

As was only “proper”, I turned and leaned over the bed. I wanted Pedder to know I expected to be whipped. If anything, it guaranteed we’d both be aroused and ready for some great fucking. And Pedder did not disappoint. He gave me a good ten hits with the leather strap and I let my cries ring out for him. I tried to focus on how his cock would feel inside me. But I also gave a little thought to Geet – I hoped she would hear my whipping.

We both took our time and I really enjoyed our fucking that night. Maybe its because he is not so big as Midge or maybe its just his skills with his penis. But Pedder once more showed me the benefits of a society where men were expected to learn how to pleasure a woman. I lost count of my orgasms as we both took full advantage and used each other’s body to satisfy every desire.

I knew Pedder would want anal and I wanted it to. Since he’d lost his wife, and since Geet expected if of me, it made me feel good to have Pedder use my bottom. He prepared me perfectly and then I offered it to him. It was a thrill to feel his hardness buried inside my butt. I rubbed my clit while he stroked inside me and I swear I even had a little orgasm as he erupted and squirted all his lovely cum inside me.

After he’d left, I lay in bed listening to Geet and Midge. She was whipped that night as well – there was no mistaking the sounds I heard from their bedroom. When Midge started fucking her, I heard her animal sounds as she took his massive thing. Not that Geet had any troubles as she clearly loved Midge and was happy to have his enormous cock stretch her.

I felt a little “dirty” as I lay there and listened to them. But, obviously, the whole house could hear them. I wondered what Soos thought about it. Suddenly, I realised I was still horny after Pedder. I couldn’t get young Soos out of my mind.

It was wrong to want to take out my lust on such a young woman. But, once the house was quiet, I snuck into her bedroom relieved and excited to find her still awake. Actually, Soos was naked on her bed and not at all surprised to see me. I guessed she’d been masturbating and was ready for some real action.

That night, Soos was hungry and it was she who went down on me first. She licked me so beautifully and had me cumming in no time. I held a pillow to my face to muffle my noises. She even slipped a finger into my other passage and I was surprised how good it felt, not sore at all. The sensations only made me cum even harder and scream louder.

Then Soos got out her largest vibrator and insisted on my ramming it into her. Being well trained in lesbian sex, by her mother, I licked her for a while and really focused on her clit till she had her first explosion. Then I forced the big object right inside the young woman as she writhed around the bed.

Even though she was cumming with incredible force, I had another idea. Without asking or waiting for Soos I took one wet finger and jammed it into the naughty girl’s little hole. It was so tight and so hot that I got excited again. She was cumming so loudly I knew her parents would hear us. But I decided to just “go for it”. I was glad, too, because the harder and deeper I pushed my finger the more it seemed to make Soos climax.

She suckled on my breasts again that night until we both fell asleep. It was a strange feeling to be sleeping next to a woman. But I enjoyed it just the same. Itg made me feel like I’d bene missing out on something.

In the morning, Soos simply got out of bed and left the room, not even bothering to close her door. It was as if she wanted the household to know what we’d done. But I was sure everyone had heard us the night before.

Later, I went out to collect the breakfast plates from Captain Adamson. For the first time, I actually felt guilty about my sexual interactions with the household. It wasn’t that I felt bad about being so sexually active. But I knew I was having a much easier, and more enjoyable time, that Sarah would experience.

I think she knew that, too, because she asked about Midge.

“Just tell me when the big farmer will come and rape me.”

I said to her honestly that I didn’t know. “All I know is, he will come one night when he wants to. Oh, and şişli escort the other thing I know is that his penis is enormous. You’ll just have to find a way to take it.”

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Geet gave me some time to work with Sarah in our capsule. Somehow, Sarah and I found a way to focus on the job. Together we checked our equipment and all the systems. I got to work on re-calibrating everything while Sarah worked on the navigational stuff. The man computer was damaged and we could do nothing about that. But it looked like we’d have enough of a working machine to get us home safely – we hoped so.

It was a strange feeling to be getting close to leaving. Escape! – its what I’d been thinking about for months. But I had been starting to feel at home in that future world and a part of the household. I liked Geet, very much. In a strange way, I was closer to her than any other woman I’d known.

Yes, we’d had great sex – my first real experience with a woman. She had shown me things and made my body respond in ways I’d not thought possible. I’d learned how amazing women’s bodies are. So, there was an intimacy there. And, of course, she’d encouraged me to sleep with her daughter, Soos. Though that was more weird than intimate, I had to admit. I was part of an incestuous relationship that was normal in that society but still felt wrong.

But, somehow, we’d found a way to understand one another. I knew Geet had looked out for me and helped me to fit in. I felt like she’d helped me to be the best I could in that strange world with its ways that were so different.

I knew I had to go “back” eventually, to my own time. Captain Adamson and I said little more to each other than was absolutely necessary while we worked. But the work was progressing well. And at night, I got to stay inside with the family and sleep in a comfortable bedroom while she stayed in the barn, tied to the mesh.

A week after Sarah arrived, Geet gathered us up and, along with Soos, took us into the town. We had an appointment with Doctor Terri and I enjoyed another ride in that fantastic, driverless car. Geet had made an appointment for both myself and Sarah. I got the impression she’d consulted with the doctor who’d decided we both needed a check-up.

Sarah went first and was in the doctor’s office for a long time. Nothing was said when she finally emerged. So I took her place, grateful to have someone to talk to.

The doctor had me strip and she inspected me inside and out.

“Anal sex going alright?” she enquired.

I wondered how she knew about that but Doctor Terri assured me that, in their society, women shared almost everything.

“Obviously, the young man needs to get some practice. That’s the reason he uses you. And I am guessing, but Geet suggested that her neighbour would want to use you there as well.”

I reported on what Grad had done and the fact he’d made me bleed. Doctor Terri looked concerned and ordered me to roll onto my side, with knees to my chest.

“I’ll just pull your buttocks apart now,” she said softly. “I’ll be gentle but I need to inspect you for any tearing.”

I was ready for a woman to touch me there. Until I landed in that strange world, I’d never really been intimate with a woman. Geet and Soos had changed that for the better. And the beautiful Doctor Terri had a very gentle touch. I don’t mind saying it had a bit of an effect on me. For the first time in my life I was getting aroused from being inspected by a doctor.

“Hmmmm. Yes, that looks OK,” she said with a smile. “I am sure you know that the anus can be a rewarding place for sex play. But you should use your butt plug more regularly. It helps to keep things nice and flexible.”

I thanked Doctor Terri. I was still feeling turned-on by her touch. And I know she saw the look in my eye as I climbed down off her table.

“Oh no, Captain,” she said firmly. “I am your doctor. You are the patient. And besides, I haven’t joined Geet’s little club.”

At that moment, I felt like a slut, betraying my lust and my new interest in all things sexual. Thinking about it, it was because of all that freedom that the doctor had talked about. In that place and time, everyone is so open about sex and who they’re having it with.

I hadn’t really expected the doctor to know I was having sex with Geet. I wondered if she knew about Soos as well. I pushed that thought away.

“I’m worried about Sarah,” I told her, trying to keep a straight face. “Actually, its Midge I am worried about. I know he has the right to …well, you know, he can force Sarah. But I don’t know if she can take much more. And if I am going to get back where I belong …well, I need her head straight.”

Doctor Terri looked thoughtful.

“It has been very traumatic for Captain Adamson,” she agreed. “Being an outsider in this place is tough at first. But you’ve done very well.”

I assumed that Doctor Terri had found it even easier than me. Maybe she’d never been forced to have sex – raped.

“I was an outsider, like you,” she explained. “My case was different because I had applied to come here. But, you see, to make all this sexual freedom happen, in this society there are a lot of rules.”

I nodded my agreement. I knew I still understood only half of how things worked there.

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Four hours and several dozen hushed conversations later, Kaseya and I found ourselves standing outside the Silken Rose, a festive bordello catering to the wealthy noblemen of the Redwater District on the northwestern side of the city. Ostensibly, one of the “dancers” inside was something of an information broker working on behalf of the Black Mistress. I had encountered plenty of similar operatives in Vorsalos, and thanks to a few well-placed charm spells, I was reasonably convinced that this lead would actually get us somewhere.

The problem, as usual, was that we still didn’t have much coin. I was already relying on my magic more than I wanted to, but unfortunately I didn’t see any other options. Maybe I would get lucky and my trail of illegal channeling would ingratiate me to the Black Mistress and her allies…

“Males come here to exchange coin for coitus?” Kaseya asked.

“Some women do, too, though not nearly as many,” I said. “Not everyone is lucky enough to have their own loyal amazon.”

“Mm,” she murmured. “Perhaps I should relieve you before we enter. Otherwise, you may find it difficult to focus on the task at hand.”

I snorted when I imagined her dragging me into the nearest alley and tugging me to a quick climax. There were times when I was convinced she viewed me more like a cow in need of regular milking than a man with an overactive libido.

“I’ll be fine,” I assured her. “They may have a problem with your weapons, though. They’ll ask you to leave them at the door.”

“They can ask all they like,” Kaseya said.

I pursed my lips. “We can’t afford to cause a scene. Maybe you should wait outside.”

“I do not wish to leave you unprotected in such a dark place. Unless you would prefer to meet with the whores alone…?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” I said, grinning at the subtle hint of jealousy in her voice. “I’m not here for the girls.”

“You misunderstand me. I am concerned for your safety. You are free to take as many lovers as you wish, Maskari. The male stem craves variety.”

My mouth went dry. “You’re serious?”

“Of course,” she said as if it were obvious. “If you do take another lover, however, I should be present during your copulation. In the event that she is incompetent, I will ensure that you are properly relieved.”

“That’s good to know,” I murmured. Every once in a while, I needed to remind myself just how insane our relationship was–and how thankful I was for it. Kaseya still seemed too perfect to be true sometimes. My natural cynicism warned me that sooner or later all of this was going to blow up in my face.

Shaking away the thought, I led her up to the entrance where an attractive greeter and a decidedly unattractive bouncer were waiting for us. The former smiled at me; the latter scowled at Kaseya.

“Good evening, my lord,” the greeter said. “Tonight’s entry fee is forty silver. I am afraid your guardian will need to wait outside. We do not allow weapons or armor inside the Silken Rose.”

“That’s unfortunate,” I said, flashing my warmest smile. “My friend and I have been looking forward to spending some of our hard-earned coin.”

“I wish there were something I could do, but I’m afraid our rules are quite clear.”

The bouncer took a menacing step forward in an attempt to intimidate Kaseya. She wasn’t impressed.

“I’m sure you can make one little exception,” I said, reaching out through the Aether and touching the woman’s mind. “In fact, you’re so happy to serve us that you’re not even going to charge an entry fee.”

The woman’s brow creased ever so slightly before her smile returned. “Of course,” she said. “Please, go on in and enjoy yourselves.”

The bouncer turned to face her, confused, before I reached out and clouded his thoughts as well. Neither of them proved particularly resistant to my magic–considering the heavy presence of the Mage’s Guild, I doubted they had to deal with renegade channelers very often. The proprietor probably had a magical advisor somewhere inside, however, so I knew I needed to be careful.

“Don’t worry: we won’t cause any trouble,” I assured them with a smile. I risked a quick glance back over my shoulder to make certain no one was watching us, then touched Kaseya’s arm and nudged her inside.

The brothel was louder, darker, and smokier than I had expected, but at least the current bard was good. The vast majority of the patrons were nobles or wealthy merchants–nearly all male–and at least half the tables seemed to have private dancers. The main stage was currently empty aside from the bard, though several servants were scrambling around to prepare it for another show.

I led Kaseya to an empty table as quickly as I could, mostly to lower the chance of anyone noticing her weapons. Her bow and shield weren’t nearly as obvious when propped up against the wall and cloaked in the room’s long shadows. One of the serving wenches–a voluptuous young woman with freckled cheeks–came şişli escort over to greet us almost immediately.

“Welcome to the Rose, darlin’,” she said, clearly talking to me but just as clearly transfixed by Kaseya. “Can I get you and your friend anythin’?”

“We’re actually looking for Silhouette,” I said, desperately hoping that the man who had dropped her name wasn’t full of shit. “We’d like a private dance, if possible.”

“You and about ten other guys, darlin’. She’s only around a couple of times a week these days. You might have to make an appointment.”

I smiled. “I’m willing to pay double.”

The wench eyed me up and down. “I’m sure that will move you up the list a little. Assuming I remember to give her the message…”

“Why would you forget such a thing?” Kaseya asked. “It is a simple message to deliver.”

I almost slapped my forehead. For all her virtues, she was as subtle as a brick to the face sometimes.

The wench grinned. “I have a lot on my mind, darlin’. I just need a little incentive to remember.”

I repressed a sigh. I didn’t have the coin for a bribe, but I really didn’t want to get in the habit of charming every person we came across. Every time I channeled, I made myself more of a potential target, and the unpredictable nature of sorcery meant something could always go seriously wrong…

“Perhaps I can provide a different incentive,” Kaseya said. “If you do not deliver Jorem’s message, I will break one of your fingers. Is that sufficient?”

The wench’s eyes shot wide, and she belatedly noticed the weapons propped up behind our table. But before she could do anything, I reached into her mind and wove another charm spell.

“Please, just tell Silhouette that we need to have a few words with her,” I suggested. “It won’t take long.”

The woman blinked a few times as the Aether twisted her mind and thoughts. I had just started to worry that I might have hurt her when she abruptly nodded and scurried off.

“I doubt your magic was required,” Kaseya told me. “She took my threat of violence seriously.”

“I know–that’s the problem.” I sighed and ran a hand back through my hair. “Remember what I said about causing a scene? We really can’t afford to draw attention to ourselves. Perhaps you should just let me do all the talking.”

She studied me in silence for a moment. “You are displeased with me.”

“No, I’m just–” I paused and sighed again. “I’ve spent a lot more time dealing with these type of people than you have. It requires a certain amount of…finesse.”

“I am sorry, Jorem,” Kaseya said. “I will defer to your judgment.”

I bit down on my lip. I felt like I had just scolded a puppy. It was a patronizing comparison, I knew, but her naïveté could be a real problem sometimes. And it was only going to get worse if we actually started working with an underworld figure like this Black Mistress…

“You wanted to talk to me, honey?”

I turned, and my mouth almost immediately fell open. I had known that Silhouette was a young half-elf, and given her line of work, I had assumed she would be at least passably attractive. But there was nothing remotely “passable” about her–she was jaw-droppingly, cock-hardeningly gorgeous.

Her body was the perfect amalgamation of her heritage, which was a fancy way of saying she was indistinguishable from a full-blooded elf aside from her plump, human-sized tits and slightly shorter ears. Her straight silver-blond hair was cut just above her shoulder blades, and her green eyes pierced through the darkness like tiny emerald beacons.

“Uh, yeah,” I managed, clearing my throat. “You’re Silhouette?”

“That’s right,” she said, gliding forward and perching on my knee. “Teresa mentioned something about a private dance and a whole lot of coin.”

I licked at my suddenly parched lips and struggled to pull my eyes off her black thigh-high stockings and impossibly short skirt. When I finally succeeded, they just locked onto the thin silken bra cradling her breasts instead.

“Yes,” I replied, even though I had already forgotten what she’d said.

“I charge a hundred gold an hour, honey, though if your friend wants to watch, I’ll knock off ten,” Silhouette said, her voice a velvet purr. “If she wants to help out, I’ll knock off another twenty.”

“That is a very generous discount,” Kaseya said. “Jorem desperately wishes to copulate with you.”

Blood rushed into my cheeks at nearly the same rate it was flowing into my cock. “You’ll, uh, have to forgive her,” I stuttered. “She’s new around here and doesn’t–“

“Honey, I can recognize an amazon when I see one,” Silhouette said with a giggle. “I’ve never met one in person, though, and I’ve definitely never played with one. I always give discounts for new experiences.” She placed her hand on Kaseya’s leg. “I bet there are a lot of things you could teach me.”

“Possibly,” the amazon replied. tuzla escort “I would also enjoy the opportunity to learn from a professional. I’m certain you could instruct me in a wide variety of techniques to better please my Maskari.”

My breath caught in my throat. What the hell had just happened? What had I just witnessed?

“Then I think we have a deal,” Silhouette said. “Though you will understand if I ask for payment before we head upstairs…”

I smiled, wishing more than ever that I was a wealthy man. I didn’t have enough coin–I’d never had that much coin–and no matter how hard my cock was throbbing or how desperately my libido was begging me to charm this girl onto her knees, I wasn’t here for sex. I needed information, and she might have been the only one capable of providing it.

“On second thought, let’s forget the coin for now,” Silhouette said unexpectedly. “Why don’t we head upstairs where we can discuss the details?”

She slid off my lap and held out her arm for me. I stood without even thinking about it, and before I knew what was happening, we were halfway up the nearby staircase. Kaseya was walking right alongside us, her eyes vacant. She had also left her weapons behind, which was extremely out of character…

It was only then, in a flash of panic, that I realized I had been right before–the proprietor did have a magical advisor on staff. And apparently that advisor just happened to be his most coveted whore.

You fucking idiot, what have you gotten yourself into now?

I closed my eyes and tried to fight against the charm spell Silhouette had so subtly woven over us. Now that I was conscious of what she had done, it was easier for me to feel the Aetheric currents flowing between us. Unfortunately, sensing them and severing them were completely different things. Even when I ordered my legs to stop moving, they refused to obey.

“What…” I croaked. “What are you…?”

“We’re almost there, honey,” Silhouette cooed. “Then we can have some fun without any distractions.”

We entered one of the private suites a few seconds later, and the instant the door closed, Silhouette’s eyes flashed with Aetheric power. Kaseya’s body abruptly stiffened as she snapped out of the spell clouding her thoughts. She drew the dagger concealed in her boot, lunged forward–

And vanished.

“What the hell…” I stammered, glancing around the room. I could still feel Kaseya’s presence through our bond, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Gritting my teeth, I reached out to the Aether and summoned its power to my hands–

At which point, Silhouette slammed me against the wall with a sudden burst of telekinetic force. Before I could recover, several magical, web-like strands of energy materialized from the air and pinned my arms above my head.

“It’s not every day a fellow sorcerer walks into my parlor,” the half-elf said, calmly sauntering forward until her lips were barely an inch from my face. “At least, not one stupid enough to channel the Aether in public. Poor Teresa downstairs is going to have a headache for hours.”

I swallowed and forced myself to take a deep breath. Valuri had always warned me not to underestimate whores. In massive cities like Vorsalos and Highwind, they were often the keepers of dangerous secrets. I just hadn’t expected Silhouette to be a keeper of dangerous magic as well.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I never had any intention of harming anyone. I’m just here for information, and I was told that you were the only one who can help me.”

Silhouette studied me carefully for a long moment, her green eyes glittering. Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded being tied up in front of a woman this beautiful, but right now I felt like an idiot for getting caught flat-footed so easily. There was still a chance I could overpower her if I needed to, but I was more concerned about Kaseya.

“Your amazon friend is safe,” Silhouette said. “She just can’t see us at the moment. The mind is the most powerful sexual organ, you see, but it’s also the most devious prison.”

I closed my eyes and tried to reach out through our bond again. I could still sense Kaseya’s presence, but I couldn’t communicate with her. If I could somehow activate the ring, however, I might be able to help her break free of Silhouette’s spell…

“You are new to Highwind, so perhaps you don’t understand just how severely the Archmage frowns upon sorcery,” Silhouette said. “And his wife, the Academy Headmistress…well, let’s just say she’s even less fond of us than he is.”

“I’m from Vorsalos,” I told her. “Believe me–I know exactly what it’s like when powerful people despise you.”

She studied me again. I didn’t get the sense that she was upset–she seemed more amused than anything. Of course, a cat probably seemed amused when it was playing with its food…

“I’m here because I’m looking for allies,” I said. “Rumor pendik escort has it that there’s a new power in the undercity–a Black Mistress who welcomes people like you and I.”

Silhouette smiled. “The Mage’s Guild considers her a criminal, and the Highwind Council considers her the greatest threat to the city’s security.”

“That’s only because they’ve never encountered the Senosi. If they think the Black Mistress is bad for harboring sorcerers, just wait until the Inquisitrix shows up and tells them that all magic is evil.”

While Silhouette paced off to the side and considered my words, I channeled the Aether back through myself and focused upon my ring. I couldn’t move my hand because of the web, but I didn’t need to–a tiny bit of telekinetic force was all it took to depress the tiny crystal embedded in the side. A second later, Kaseya’s emotions washed over me. She was enraged at being deceived, but otherwise, I mostly just sensed confusion.

It’s all an illusion. Focus on my presence, and you should be able to pierce the veil.

“The Black Mistress is always seeking worthy recruits,” Silhouette said after a moment. “Careless ones, however, are another matter entirely. Why would she be interested in risking her position to harbor someone like you?”

“Because she needs me,” I said. I could feel Kaseya pushing through the illusion; I just needed to buy her a few more seconds…

Silhouette snorted. “So you’re arrogant and reckless, then.”

“I’m the only person in this city with the knowledge to help you defeat the Inquisitrix and her Senosi,” I said. “I’ll give you an example. A few days ago, a mage named Dieran was smuggling some illegal magical cargo into the city for you, but his caravan never arrived. The Duskwatch and the Mage’s Guild blame bandits, but I know the truth: the Senosi stole whatever it was you were transporting.”

Her face barely moved, which I took as further proof of her professionalism rather than a sign of ignorance. “Go on.”

“There’s not much else to say, other than the fact my amazon friend and I killed the Huntress responsible,” I said. “Unfortunately, the cargo is long gone. And now that you have the Inquisitrix’s attention, you can look forward to her operatives raiding your shipments even more over the next few months. She controls all of Vorsalos, and now she’s focused on expanding her reach here.”

Silhouette stopped pacing in front of me. “Interesting, assuming any of it is true,” she said. “But I hope you don’t expect me to help you based on hearsay and conjecture.”

“No,” I said, smiling. “I expect you to help me because if you don’t, my friend is going to kill you.”

I had the pleasure of watching Silhouette frown in confusion an instant before Kaseya reappeared and tackled the half-elf onto the room’s plush bed. In the span of two seconds, Silhouette was pinned face-down with her arms locked behind her back and a dagger at her throat.

“Even a mental prison can be opened with the right key,” I said, channeling the Aether back through my body. Without her standing over me, I had time to unravel her spell and free myself from the magical webs. “Now, how about we restart our negotiations from the beginning?”

***

“Nau’shevi!” Silhouette breathed in an unfamiliar language. “How did you escape so quickly?”

“Amazons are clever like that,” I said, rubbing at my unshackled wrists. “If I were you, I’d be trying really hard to keep her happy right about now.”

Oddly enough, Silhouette didn’t seem particularly concerned despite the knife pressing against her throat. If anything, she looked almost excited…perhaps even aroused. What in the hell had I gotten myself into?

“I apologize for the deception,” the half-elf said after a moment. “But you did manipulate my assistant’s mind, and I had no other way of gauging your intentions.”

“You can apologize by telling Jorem everything you know about the Black Mistress,” Kaseya said.

“It’s all right,” I soothed. “I think maybe we all just got off on the wrong foot here. How about we relax and try again?”

I gestured for Kaseya to stand down, and she grudgingly withdrew her knife from Silhouette’s neck. She kept the half-elf’s arms pinned behind her back, however, and remained pressed atop her.

“I’ve heard stories of the amazons and their bonding rituals,” Silhouette said, her eyes shifting over to my ring. “I can sense your connection now. It’s remarkably strong.”

“Another reason your mistress should want to meet with us,” I said. “We’re in need of powerful allies, but I suspect she is, too.”

Silhouette smiled. It was incredibly disarming, and I caught myself reflexively letting my guard down. She was good–there was no denying it. I had a feeling she had far more influence with the Black Mistress than she was letting on.

“A face-to-face meeting is possible, but it will take some time,” Silhouette said. “She’s a busy woman, and one can’t be too careful with the Mage’s Guild and Knights of the Silver Fist sticking their noses where they don’t belong.”

“Naturally,” I replied. “Unfortunately, time is a factor. The Inquisitrix is holding a prisoner with incredibly valuable information on the Senosi’s current plans for Highwind. I’m not sure how long she’ll survive.”

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Chapter 46

By T Hodge

Edited by Steve

Tim, who had just gotten up, was sitting in his living room. He felt much better this morning. Tabitha walked through the doorway with the news that King Elbert and her father would join in his adventure.

Tabitha said, “Tim, father agreed to all, but Mr. Crook must be executed before the people and the Queen.”

“I agree with your father, but please add Pirate Pete to the execution. His mental condition is too bad; he will kill many people if he is left alive.”

“I will forward your request and add my push to it.”

“When will they be executed?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Do you want the women there?”

“It is for them to make the decision. When should we tell the men where they are headed?” Tabitha asked.

“Let them wait. Tim left the bridge with a smile.”

******

Tim was on his way to Deniece’s house to see if she would join him for dinner and a bit of entertainment. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Tim entered and called her name, and still no response. He moved slowly through the house, hoping that everything was all right.

He checked the kid’s rooms before going to check on Deniece. He came to Deniece’s room and slowly looked into it. Deniece was seated at the dressing table. She was fixing her hair and dressed in a semi-transparent robe. In the right light, you could see that she had only a bra and panties on under it. The sash across her waists holding the robe closed hung loosely

Deniece heard a noise and began to rise. She looked in the mirror and saw Tim’s reflection. She sat back down and said, “Tim, it’s all right, come on in.”

“I wasn’t spying on you. But you hadn’t responded when I called.” Tim went nervously into her room and looked for a place to sit. “Let me sit in the living room and wait for you.”

“Don’t be foolish; you have already seen me naked. We can chat while I finish dressing. Speaking of which, why are you here?”

“I came to see if you wanted to go to dinner and perhaps something afterward.” Tim sat down at the foot of her bed.

“And where were we supposed to go for dinner?”… Your place?” She put a smile on her face. As she stared at him through the mirror, she saw that he began to blush.

“No. I thought you would like to go back to the Alion eatery. If you enjoyed it, we could go there.”

Deniece got up from the dressing table, walked to the closet, and took two different dresses. She was holding them on either side of her. She lifted each, “the blue one or the red one?” She said, “Which one would be better?”

“I liked you in the red swimsuits, so it’s red.”

“Red it will be.” She placed the blue one back. She lowered the robe from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Then she bent over, picked it up, threw it to Tim, and slid the red dress over her head. She allowed it to fall over her body and wiggled her ass to let the dress settle into place.

Tim moved the robe from over his head and saw her wiggling her ass, “That’s a clever way to get a dress in place.”

Deniece smiled and turned, wiggling her ass more. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “Do you zonguldak escort see any more wrinkles?” She was all smiles.

“No, it looks fantastic from here.”

“This is going to be about as much as you’re going to see right now.”

Tim had to stop and reflect on the final line, and he let it go. “Do you want to go to the eatery?”

“Yes, that sounds great.” She reached out to Tim and placed her arm around his.

They exited her place, walked to the eatery, and ordered. They ate and enjoyed their time together. After a while, Tim asked, “Where would you like to go?”

“Tim, where I was going, before you invited me to dinner, it was to the beach. Would you mind if we went?”

“No, if that’s the place you were going. That’s where we will go.” They left the eatery and headed to the beach.

The beach was all but empty. Tim started to make his way into the dressing room. Deniece took his arm and proceeded towards the entrance to the adult area, and Tim followed. The bot at the entrance gave them their towels and asked about drinks.

There were only three others there. Deniece led Tim to a place some distance from the others. She laid the towel out and removed her clothing, and sat down.

Tim is a bit stunned at the difference in Deniece this time. Tim took off his clothes and sat down beside her. “You’re not the same person as last time?”

Deniece sat next to Tim with her chin on her knees. “No, since the last time I have given you two baths. And we have talked a lot, and I feel more relaxed with you around.”

“I am pleased that you feel that way. You seem more self-assured.” Tim sat there and looked into her eyes. And saw a flicker of life somewhere deep down.

“Thanks to you, I now know that I will find a life somewhere. It may be here or someplace else. But it will be something meant for me.”

Deniece got up and headed to the water; She turned to look at Tim and said, “You can see more of my ass if you look closely, at least until I get to the water.”

Tim stood up and went after her. “That’s not fair; your ass moves too graciously; I can’t keep my eyes off it.”

She laughed and ran into the water, up to her belly button. She turned and waited for Tim. She was all smiles and chuckles, and she felt like a different person.

They played around for a while and then went back and sat down to dry. Deniece leaned back on her elbows and turned to look at Tim. “Tim, may I ask a question? If it is too personal, I’ll understand.”

“I’ll try to answer any question you may have. So, fire away.” Tim now had a serious look.

“OK, here goes. You are having sex with three females. Is that each night?”

“Boy, when you said personal, you meant it. Just remember you asked for this. But I said I would answer. Yes, I have sex with all three each night. Sometimes two or three times each.”

Deniece’s eyes got big, and her mouth dropped a little. She recovers herself. “But how do you do it?”

“The nano-bots reboot my system each time. One night the girls tried to see how many times I could come, and they didn’t last, and I was still ready to go.”

“Aren’t you exhausted after so many times?”

“No, there are times when the girls must take a long bursa escort break. Their pussies got sore.”

“What happens when their pussies got sore?”

“They used their hands or their mouths. I thought Madlyn said you used that device.”

“I did, but I don’t believe many things it said.”

“Why not?”

“Just look at your thing. It’s almost standing up by itself, and there was nothing about that on that machine.” Deniece pointed to Tim’s dick.

Tim looked down at his dick and saw it was almost eight inches long. He didn’t realize it. “I am sorry, it’s the talk and looking at a beautiful naked woman sitting next to me.”

“Now that’s more like the machine. Trying to get away from what we were talking about.”

“OK, what was the question?” Tim tried to sit cross-legged; in doing so, his dick was now sticking straight up.

“The question was, what happens when their pussies got sore?”

“They have a choice; either they can use their hands and jack-me off or their mouths and give me a blow job.”

“Do they have to swallow the cum?” She wrinkled her nose.

“They don’t have to, but they do swallow.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean? Why?”

“Why do the girls swallow your cum? Does it do anything for them?”

“In the case of Tabitha and Tammy, Yes.”

“What does it do for them?”

“It slows their aging process.”

“Come on. You don’t think I’m that gullible, do you?”

“It’s true.”

“OK, if I give you a blow job and swallow your cum, it will slow down my aging.”

“Maybe not.”

“You see, you said one thing, turned around and said something else.”

“That’s not true.”

“So, it’s a way to get me to give you a blow job, and that’s all, right.”

“No, I don’t want you to give me a blow job.”

“Why… am I not good enough?”

“Stop. This question-and-answer session is over. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

“Cause you couldn’t talk me into giving you a blowjob.”

“NO, because I like you, and a blow job isn’t your style.”

“Oh.” Deniece looked at Tim, and she didn’t know how to respond to this declaration. She looked downward and allowed herself to adopt a sagging posture.

She stood up and turned her back to Tim, and started dressing. Tim got dressed and proceeded to the exit, with Deniece trying to walk and put on her shoes.

They walked to Deniece’s place without saying a word, and Tim stopped at her front door and waited for her to step inside.

Deniece moved in front of Tim. She kissed him quickly and said, “I enjoyed our date.” She turned and entered her house.

Tim just stood there without saying a word. He thought, ‘she got me to talk about other females and got mad because I didn’t want her to give me a blow job. And to tell me she enjoyed our date and kissed me. This woman is nuts. And I don’t believe I said I liked her.’

Deniece entered her house and leaned back against the door. And said, “I don’t believe I kissed him, His lips were soft, but he said he liked me.” Her heart was racing, and she touched her hand and felt the moisture on her lips.

******

Tim awoke the following morning horny, and he needed somebody to fuck. The three girls were right malatya escort there next to him. He woke up Shanae and started with her. Tabitha awoke and asked, “what had gotten into you.”

Tim told her about the night before and didn’t know what to do. He was pounding on Shanae’s pussy, talking with Tabitha.

Tabitha saw how Tim behaved and how Shanae was being fucked. “Tim, if you need to pound on something. Use the three of us. It looks like you are breaking that poor pussy. Why don’t you move over to me for a while?”

She lay down and spread out her legs. Tim moved over to her and started pounding her. “Tim, you say you were fond of Deniece. Are you using my pussy the same way you would hers?”

“No, she made me mad, talked about sex, kissed me, and quickly ran inside and closed the door.”

“Well, if you aren’t thinking about her. Then why did you just start to pound my pussy that much harder? It feels great.”

“She’s a tease, and besides, she hasn’t been touched in over six months.”

“Did she say that to you? And you’re utilizing the three of us. However, you want her.”

“I need sex this morning, and the three of you are the best thing for me. At least we’re upfront about what we want.”

“If you say we’re upfront about what we want. Then why are you fucking me and not Deniece?”

“I have no idea. That woman confuses me when I’m near her.”

“Tammy, wake up! Tim must have you on all fours.”

“Did you say something?” Tammy turned around and saw Tim and Tabatha having sex.

“I said, get on all fours. Tim needs you.”

“This is how one begins a day.” Tammy rose onto her hands and knees, reached back with her right hand, and pulled her tail upwards. “You know what this means, so put it there!”

Tim moved over to her, placed his dick into a warm pussy, and started fucking.

“He’s making it feel good because he thinks you’re Deniece.” Tabitha smiled at Tammy as she said that.

“If I were Deniece, this would feel great. Just think if these two people decided they were in love. And he fucked her just like he is fucking me, and she’d have twins nine months from that day.”

Both Tabitha and Tammy grinned, knowing that Tim and Deniece would get together eventually.

******

Tim and the ladies were done. The three ladies decided to stay in bed and get some well-deserved rest. At the same time, Tim headed to the bridge.

“Sarha, would you ask Millie to get me some Java?”

“How are we doing this morning? Would you like a departmental report? Now?”

Millie brought Tim his Java and returned to the kitchen.

“We’ll wait for the reports. The two things I need are first the world report.” Tim sat in his seat and looked at Sarha.

“We will be in orbit in two hours and fifteen minutes.”

“The next is Sherald. Have we heard from her about the other women?”

“I am opening a channel now.”

“Sherald, here. How may I help you?”

“Sherald, this is Tim. How are things this morning?”

“Everything is great, and you?”

“All right, do you have an update on the women and the planet?”

“Yes, we have fifteen women that will go with the men if you let them. They also understand there will be no coming back.”

“There will be two men short; Mr. Crook and Pirate Pete will be executed tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t think that they will be missed. Do we know when they will be authorized to come down?”

“As soon as the initial building is installed. We’ll tell the women the day before, and the men don’t know that the women will be with them.”

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Isola di Incantesimo.

1976.

A stiff breeze, together with the rising tide, pulled the life raft onto the beach, where it slumped, lazily, into the sand. The man inside was asleep, or perhaps, unconscious, but the sudden cessation of the water’s movement woke him with a jolt, and he stumbled to his feet.

“Where am I?” he asked out loud, but of course, there was no one there to answer him. Still, the feeling of solid ground under his feet was a great comfort, and he had to admit that whatever type of island this was, his luck had improved. The man walked along the beach, hoping to find some form of habitation, someone who could help him.

The beach was warm and the sky was clear, but he had had enough sun over the past few days already, and took no joy in the fair weather, and he thought of moving inland, under the shade of a tropical-looking forest, but decided against it. He had no interest in stumbling through untended roots and probably getting poisoned. So he continued to walk up the beach.

The man had the strangest feeling as though being watched, a feeling that, even after days of loneliness, still filled him with a peculiar unease. He looked around, to see if anyone was there, but saw nothing. Or… perhaps…

What he had taken for a rock sticking out of the water suddenly seemed to blink at him. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of a kind of face, with black, deep-set eyes over a pair of flared nostrils and a fanged mouth. Then, suddenly, the face – or whatever it was – darted back below the water’s surface.

“Mind’s playing tricks on me,” muttered the man, but he wasn’t sure he believed it. What kind of island was this?

He continued to walk. Finally, he caught a definite sound, and it seemed to be getting louder. Hoofbeats. He turned in the direction of the sound, and could have fallen to his knees in gratitude at the sight of a woman on horseback, riding along the beach. The island was inhabited after all!

The woman on horseback slowed as she approached him. “Hello!” she called out to him.

“Hello, there,” he croaked, through a parched throat. “Do you live on this island?”

She nodded. “You look like you’ve been through the ringer!” she laughed.

He nodded. “My ship sank. I came here on a life raft.” He pointed up the beach, where his raft rested in the sand.

“Oh, you poor devil!” said the woman. “Let me bring you back to our house! You can have a shave and a decent meal.”

As he walked alongside her horse, the man couldn’t help but snatch a few looks at this woman. She was beautiful, tall and slender, with curled auburn hair that stretched down past her shoulders. She was wearing a light sundress, white with orange polka dots, and large sunglasses that covered much of her face, but what he could see was soft, delicate, and the fabric of the dress did little to conceal her high, well-formed breasts or her long, smooth legs. Something about the way she rode and spoke she suggested she had been born into money and never had to work a day in her life. If he had to guess her age, he would say probably her late 20s, only a few years younger than himself, though he was sure the sun had aged him prematurely.

“My name is Annibale,” the shipwrecked man said. “Annibale Brunetti.”

The woman smiled. “I am Giacomina Brand. I live here on Isola di Incantesimo with my husband.”

“Is that the name of this place?”

She nodded. “There is our house,” she said, pointing.

A rather sizable estate had come into view that put Annibale in mind of an old colonial plantation house, though there was no one working in the fields, or indeed, any kind of visible crop at present. Indeed, although it had clearly once been a place of great luxury, it seemed oddly run-down, unmaintained.

Giacomina dismounted her horse and hung the saddle on a post, before letting the horse wander off, of its own accord, to the stables. She lead Annibale inside, where he found a man of about 45 sitting in a wicker chair, smoking a pipe and examining what appeared to be a map of the island. The man looked up as they entered, and for a moment, Annibale thought he saw an expression of revulsion on the man’s face, but it quickly subsided into a pleasant smile.

“Have we a guest, my dear?” he asked Giacomina. He had an English accent, clipped and aristocratic.

“This is Annibale Brunetti,” she said. “He is a castaway.”

“How picturesque!” üsküdar escort said the man. He stood up and grasped Annibale by the hand in a tight, painful handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Annibale, old boy! My name is Aston Brand. I see you’ve already met my lovely wife.” He said the word ‘lovely’ almost sarcastically, and Annibale could see an annoyance on Giacomina’s face, though he could not identify for what.

“Well,” continued the Englishman, “I suppose you’ll want to get cleaned up, what? Giacomina, will you show him to the facilities? We must have a set of spare clothes for the chap.”

Giacomina smiled, but there was a desperate edge to it that Annibale caught as she lead him away.

“Is this a vacation home?” he asked her.

“Not anymore,” she said. “We’ve been here for seven years now. My husband is working on something.”

Annibale wanted to ask what, but he remembered his manners. She would tell him if she wanted to, and it was none of his business anyway.

After a long bath and shave, he emerged from the bathroom to find a set of clean, if somewhat patched and worn, work clothes laid out for him, and with them on, he felt a new man as he stepped back into Mr. Brand’s lounge.

“Why, Signor Brunetti, you look positively handsome!” smiled Giacomina.

“Well, I’ve good news for you, old boy,” said her husband. “The next supply ship should be coming in in the next few days. Good old bloke, Cpt. Ruffin. A Frenchman. I’m sure he won’t mind giving you a lift back to the mainland.”

“That would be wonderful,” said Annibale.

“Not that we don’t enjoy having you here,” said Giacomina, giving his arm a squeeze. He caught something in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what.

“Is it only the two of you on this island?” he asked. “Aside from myself, of course.”

“I’m afraid so,” said Mr. Brand. “We had some servants here with us, before, but something scared them off.”

“Do you mind if I ask what?”

“Who knows?” replied Mr. Brand. “Some primitive superstition.” But there was something oddly evasive in his tone.

“And there is no one else here on the island? I thought I saw… something on the beach,” Annibale said.

For a moment, both of the Brands froze. Giacomina was the first to speak.

“What did you see?”

“I’m not sure. Just… for a moment I thought I saw a kind of face in the water.”

“A seal, perhaps,” said Giacomina, oddly insistent. “We get seals here occasionally.”

Perhaps Annibale had been expecting a drawn-out, uncomfortable dinner with these strange, secretive people, but even that ritual of familiarity was too much for them. Giacomina had prepared a meal, but Aston ate alone, behind a locked door, in what he called his study, and Giacomina ate in her room, leaving a plate for Annibale to eat in the lounge.

As Aston left the lounge, he had gathered up the maps and paperwork he had been examining before, and Annibale happened to catch a brief glimpse of the map. It appeared to have been done by hand, probably Aston’s own, on good cartographer’s paper. Annibale had seen sea charts drawn up on the same stuff. In addition to the old house they currently occupied, a number of other landmarks were noted, most of them in the surrounding water. Annibale caught glimpses of points marked “main ruin site” and “spawning lair”, and a photograph, hurriedly slid into a manila envelope, of what was unmistakably a clawed, webbed hand.

Annibale ate in silence, wondering what all the secrecy could mean. What were these aquatic creatures, and why would his hosts be so secretive about them?

He was happy enough to leave it be, though he couldn’t help but wonder. Having finished his meal, Annibale gratefully returned to the room that had been set aside for him. The room far exceeded his lodgings on the ship, to say nothing of the miserable rowboat. His bed was soft enough, comfortable, and a large window overlooked the shore, where the waves crashed endlessly onto the sand.

He had undressed and was turning out the light when the door opened. It was Giacomina, in a white silk nightdress.

“What can I do for you, signora?” he asked cautiously.

Mrs. Brand simply smiled at him, and unfastened one of the shoulder straps of her nightdress, exposing a breast to him.

Annibale cocked an eyebrow. “Won’t your husband mind?”

She laughed mirthlessly. “My gaziemir escort husband neither loves me nor wants me. He hasn’t even touched me in years. Please, Signor Brunetti. I need the touch of a man.”

She climbed onto the bed up to her feet, her hands resting on his thighs, only the cotton of his underwear hiding his rapidly-swelling cock from her view.

Annibale couldn’t resist this mysterious, lonely beauty. She was the first woman he had seen in months, and the loveliest he had seen in years. He nodded, and slowly reached a hand down, hooking a thumb in his underwear and pulling it down, exposing his manhood to her.

Giacomina grinned up at him, eyes twitching between his own gaze and his dick. It was long and wide and hard, and she was evidently pleased by what she saw. She moved her mouth over him, sliding her full lips up and down his length.

Annibale gasped out loud in pleasure. His hand snaked down, taking her by the back of the head and running his fingers through her long hair, and bucking his hips against her hungry mouth.

“You do that very well, signora,” he whispered to her. She came up for air, grinning at him mischievously.

“So nice to be appreciated,” she said, before sliding him back into her mouth.

He tried to catch her eyes as she worked, but couldn’t. She was steadfastly refusing to make eye contact. After a few minutes, she withdrew his penis from her mouth once again. She began to climb up his body now, pushing herself against him. He felt her hard nipples through the silk of the nightdress, dragging up his stomach and chest, until she was sitting straddling his face, pushing her well-groomed bush into his face and hitching up the hem of her nightdress around her waist.

“It’s been a long time,” he told her. “Forgive me if I’m a little rusty.”

“It’s been a long time for me too,” she began, but her breath caught in her throat as the sailor’s tongue flicked against her clitoris and his fingers curled around the cheeks of her well-toned ass.

Giacomina rocked her hips against his face, resting her elbows against the headboard of the bed, luxuriating in the feel of his tongue steadily lapping against her clit. Annibale was out of practice, but found the basic rhythms of it all coming back to him pretty well. When his tongue tired, he hooked his middle finger down her crotch and into her dripping wet cunt, and she gasped in pleasure.

Her hands slid down the headboard, fingers running down through his hair, pushing him against her. He got the feeling she was, perhaps, overselling her enjoyment of it, but he wasn’t about to complain.

He could feel her fingers starting to jerk as her orgasm approached. Her thighs, wrapped around his head, were twitching, and her cries were getting louder. Annibale couldn’t help but smile as he flicked his tongue up and down against her sensitive nub, brushing against his probing finger, and finally she gave a guttural moan as her body shook over him.

She slid down now, so that his face was roughly level with her stomach, covered by the silk of the nightdress.

“Do you want to fuck me, Signor Brunetti?” she whispered.

“Yes, I do, signora,” was all he could say.

“There are condoms in the drawer there,” she said. She rolled off of him, onto her back next to him on the bed, and began to wriggle out of the nightie while he opened the drawer. There was a small stockpile of condoms in there. He didn’t ask why the guest bedroom was kept so well-supplied. It was none of his business. He also noticed a tube of lubricant, perhaps foreshadowing events to come.

Annibale pulled on a condom, rolling it down his length, and moving between his hostess’s spread legs, long and tanned. Her hands gripped his waist and hips, aligning him with her cunt, before he plunged, roughly into her. She gasped in pleasure at his entrance, digging her fingers into his skin, but giving no sign that she did not enjoy his aggression.

Encouraged, Annibale continued to fuck her savagely. He could hear the bed squeaking, shifting with his motions, but Giacomina didn’t seem concerned that her husband would hear, so Annibale didn’t worry.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, “fuck me, you filthy sailor!”

“Yes, signora,” he said. “You like it rough, don’t you? You need rough fucks from working men like me? You’re bored by the affections of posh bastards sancaktepe escort like your husband, aren’t you?” Giacomina didn’t answer, at least, not with words. Low moans, grunts, cries of pleasure, but it seemed to Annibale that something was being held back, like she was waiting for him to do something and he didn’t know what. Her eagerness was melting into reticence. He moved his head to her breasts, beginning to suck and lick at her nipples, while his hands moved down around the soft globes of her ass.

Giacomina cried out in pleasure again, but it seemed forced, like she was still trying to feel more pleasure than she did. He pulled his body up, then, making room for his hand to move down to her cunt, finger flicking at her clit as he drove himself into her. This seemed to help a little, and her eyes lit up at the sensation. After a few minutes of that, she came, limbs shaking and spasming around him.

“Was that good, signora?” he asked, as he withdrew his cock from her.

She smiled at him under her heavy eyelashes. “Adequate,” she said, teasingly. Her hand sank to feel his still-hard cock. “I suppose you will want to fuck me in the ass next?”

“If that’s alright,” he laughed.

She smiled, turning over. “Put on a new condom,” she said. He obeyed, then fetching the lubricant from the drawer without need for instructions. He smeared the thick liquid into her asshole, pushing it carefully up inside her, and she grunted at the sensation.

“Is that too rough?” he asked.

“I like it rough,” she purred. “I hope you’ve noticed by now.”

“Very well, signora,” he said, pulling her up into position, on her hands and knees, his thick fingers wrapped around her thighs, lubricant smearing her skin at his touch. He lined himself up with her and pushed in, slowly enough not to hurt her, but still firmly. Giacomina cried out at the sensation of him, feeling the sailor’s throbbing manhood brutally entering her. She felt his hand slap down on her asscheek as he sodomized her, hard, strong, confident. It was good, and she knew she would probably climax again, but… part of her was still unsatisfied.

She did climax again, her slippery asshole spasming wildly around Annibale’s excited cock, before he hit his own orgasm. He was about to put his arms around her, when she stumbled, abruptly, to her feet.

“You’re leaving, signora?”

“I can’t stay here,” said Giacomina, frankly. “It’s one thing to make a little noise during the night. Quite another to be found in bed together the next morning.” She pulled on her nightdress once again, hiding that lithe body behind its silk. “I will see you in the morning, Signor Brunetti,” she said.

“Will you see me tomorrow night?” asked Annibale, with what he thought was bravado.

“We’ll see,” she said. She opened the door, and was gone into the hall, leaving the sailor alone and confused.

Giacomina did not go to her own room. She turned the other way down the hall, striding instead toward her husband’s study. Inside, Aston’s charts were haphazardly strewn over a solid oak desk. She rifled through them, idly, as if trying simply to keep her hands busy, to keep some nervous energy within herself. She glanced at a map of the island, Aston’s design sketches on the diving bell, his photographs of the old volcano, the beach, the footprints… and the ruins.

The ruins didn’t photograph well through the water, but they were unmistakable to the naked eye. Where his photographs were indistinct, he had sketched out on paper their strange architecture, elongated curving columns, the batrachian gargoyles that decorated their capitals. She thrilled at the sight of the things, shivering in her nightdress despite the heat of the evening. The ruins had taken a strange hold on both her and her husband, she knew. Both had been affected in different ways, neither of them wholly rational, but both beyond their ability to resist.

Finally she made up her mind. She dropped Aston’s notes and left the study. In the front hall of her husband’s villa, Giacomina pulled off her nightgown, for the second time that night, and hung it by a shoulder strap from the hatrack. She opened the door, and naked, made her way out into the Mediterranean night.

The air was warm, only a slight breeze blowing in from the sea as walked down to the moonlit beach.

The waves were gentle as they lapped at her naked body. She had always enjoyed the feeling of salt water on her skin, even before coming to this island.

Not far from her, something broke the surface of the water. A scaled head with dark, unblinking eyes rose steadily. Needle teeth, flared gills, muscular shoulders, dorsal sail. Long, finned arms. Webbed, clawed hands.

Giacomina smiled, nervously.

The waves continued.

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Vivian spent two days pondering her faith in the rundown house looking at herself in the mirror. Pink skin and the long tail showed no signs of disappearing and nothing she came up with helped her in any way. The priestess’s connection to her old God was completely severed. In the morning of the third day, strange hunger forced the pink demon Vivian to look for food.

Exploring the village the food situation of the bandits was not any better than Vivian’s. The ones who were supposed to be eating spooned air from empty barrels.

Everywhere Vivian walked the eyes of the males followed her. No hostility was in them but a deep longing for something.

In general, the entire situation caused the former priestess to pity the vile men. Despite their actions, they still were human puppets to the same dark god that had corrupted Vivian. She did not understand what exactly had happened to them but she knew they too needed to eat. So Vivian and her thralled men went to search for food. The men followed her out of the village without asking.

Vivian did not know how to hunt or gather edibles form the forest and none of the bandits picked anything that she would dare to eat. They were bringing all kinds of plants to her without a single command. Vivian decided to find someone who had gotten the food for them. Maybe a trade of sorts thought Vivian driven by her hunger.

** * **

The group of armed men and the naked succubus found a road and it did not take long for them to find humans.

Vivian had wondered which way to go on the forest road when another group of armed men approached them.

“Demon is among the bandits,” yelled the first soldier in the approaching group.

“Shieldwall,” commanded their leader and the men soon formed a tight shield line.

They approached in a steady formation without letting any gaps to form.

Vivian could not believe these fellow humans could just attack her without provocation and just stood in shock. The bandits around her did draw their swords and moved to protect her.

“Be careful the demon is trying to charm us, resist your impulses,” yelled the leader of these men.

“You will lose the sick need after you see its blood spilled.”

“Stay in the formation you fools,” the leader kept yelling to his soldiers.

One soldier dropped his spear and shield to run at the demon. Several others followed his example.

Fear was clear in the leader’s eyes when he realized this was no low-level charm a human could resist with only strength of his will. Soon he too joined his comrades dropping their weapons and revealing their cocks.

The mass of men around the succubus almost doubled. Vivian did not know why all of the men had revealed their cocks again. She had not given any command this time. The men had blank faces but their erect cocks were messaging intent enough.

Vivian’s body began to burn from hunger looking at the cocks. She could distinguish the new ones from the old ones by their shapes alone. Realising this did not make the formerly chaste mind the of the priestess happy at all. Her body starting to make lewd sounds on its own did not help with the lack of happiness. The walls of her hungry hole moved against each other and stream of love juice dripped down her thigh.

“This is the sick will of a vile god. Your desire is clear to me and we share the same curse. Now my new brothers, let us treat the evil infliction we are suffering from,” the noble toned words were more to comfort the lust filled mind of the apostle rather than the men.

Vivian barely recognized her body as her own and it belonged to the dark god more than to her. So it was only natural to let the sick body to be used according to the God’s intent who had created it. At least that was the logic the desire filled Vivian’s mind tried to build.

Vivian’s attempt to justify her lust was interrupted as the mass of men sensed her intent behind the words. It did not take long for cocks to find their destinations. Those that did not find holes were rubbed against the pink skin. One of the men took the apostle’s tail and began to suck it. There was no hole in it and only seemed like a strong tail but it did not take long for the female to discover the tip was one of her new erogenous zones.

Tingles of pleasure shot through Vivian’s body even from the cocks that were not inside her. None of the men showed any signs of emotion on their faces, only desire filled eyes.

Many strong arms kept Vivian in the air and all her holes milked the men dry one by one. All with the same self-moving hunger. With sheer desperation for more nothing was allowed to spill if it could be helped.

Even when all cock-milk was dried up the rods were unable to soften and kept coming. The same cocks coming, again and again, started to feel comforting to Vivian. Like there would at least be one thing she could trust in her life and that was the cocks that never left her for long.

When a cock Vivian did not recognize was pushed into her from behind bahçelievler escort she forcefully turned around making several men fall down.

A small merchant caravan had come to the road the endless one succubus orgy was blocking. They had sent some men to check the group of soldiers surrounding something on the road, in the end, the entire caravan crew and its escort were now lining up to the inviting demon.

The apostle getting to know the newest cock was interrupted by a screaming woman. Some of the men had surrounded a female that had been with the caravan. Most of her clothes had already been ripped by the time Vivian managed to push herself past the mass of men.

A blond woman was slowly sobbing as two of the men she had known for many years were now railing her like a spitroast. Her husband simply stood there rubbing his cock waiting his turn. The woman could not understand why this was happening or why her body was liking it.

Vivian could not let this continue and she pushed the men away with her superior strength. The blond female took this opportunity to run away to the woods, mixed juices streaming down her legs.

Somewhere in Vivian’s mind she understood this could be bad and told the men to carry all the food they could find from the caravan and return to the bandit village.

** * **

Vivian had now over doubled the men that did not seem to be able to function without her. The only thing they had shown any initiative was to protect her or sexually use that other female.

The apostle did not exactly want to commune with the Dark Goddess but she was the only one able to give any answers to Vivian so she altered the chant she had used to talk to her previous Goddess. Of course with Vivian’s low standing, the God had not talked to her back. Regardless, talking to any god should be done in a polite tone to not make them mad and send curses after the insulters.

“Dear Dark God who so bless me. Would you ever be so kind that you would answer some of my questions. Please,” prayed the apostle in a fear-stricken tone.

“What you want?” Came irritated voice of the Goddess.

Being one of the Dark Goddess’s highest ranked pawns on the human realms Vivian’s connection would not be cluttered with millions of prayers. It was immediately heard by the Dark God it was intended to and in a polite tone she was not used to hearing anything aimed at her. Goddess of carnal lust and fulfiller of desires was not someone you normally prayed to adding please to the end.

Vivian’s limited confidence was further shaken by the initial blunt response but she now had to continue or face the wrath of an ignored god.

“Dear Dark God can you tell me why all the men act strangely around me. Please,” came innocent toned question from the naked succubus.

There was a pause before the laughter of the Dark God filled Vivian’s mind.

“I gave you many blessings and one of them entices any unprotected adult human males to desire you to a point that they want nothing else in their lives. Just a wish from you is a command they would die for. If you would be separated they might just kill themselves off from despair. Of course, if you are occupied they might go for any available females.”

“What is your name my dear Dark God,” asked the apostle wanting to know in case she could find any weakness from it. Evil gods had vices and those could be exploited by smart mortals according to the teachings of the divine gods.

“You can call me Sara,” came the god’s amused reply.

Vivian had never heard a god with that name. Then again all evil gods she knew were male. Teachings of her church never mentioned any female dark gods by name so asking it had been pulling straws in the first place.

“What are the other blessings you gave me?”

“What fun would it be if I told you all. Be glad I even told what that blessing was out on a whim.”

“I thank you Dark God Sara for your time,” Vivian said not wanting to be cursed by the vile god and to end the connection.

“Thinking of my time. That reminds me. I had a command I wanted to give you to help on your way to spread my truth to the world and undermine my annoying sister.”

“Go east my apostle and gather the orc and barbarian tribes to fight the evil that is the church of the Hypocritical Bitch Goddess Serana,” Those were the words that made Vivian start her journey to the east.

When Vivian had served the Goddess her full name with titles had been Gracefull Saint Goddess of The Protecting Virgin Light Serana. Definitely not the shortest god name Vivian knew but according to the ancient scrolls she had been personally very insisting on that name. She had even refused to give any blessings to the high priestess of that era before she made it official.

Vivian was strongly disturbed by the idea her holy Goddess had a sister like this so the apostle simply thought it was something the vile being had done to ridicule her.

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It did not take long for the group of humans travelling in the wilds to find orcs who were extremely protective of the few lands they could keep safe from any human influences.

“No humans allowed. Leave. Even with demons,” announced an orc from top of a rock.

“I have come to spread the word of the Dark God Sara to gather the orc tribes under her banner to fight the humans,” came from Vivian in a bored tone.

The orc on the rock asked, “You mean the Fulfiller of desires?”

Vivian nodded.

“Sure we fight humans, just fulfil our desires first. Then we take you to our village to fulfil theirs. Such is the bargain we have done for generations when the great fulfiller summons us to war.”

“And what is your wish,” asked the apostle.

“Not sure about the chief, he wants some big stuff but we boys want something more personal. My grandfather told me stories of the last war. How he never forgot the time he had with the apostle. If you want us to take you to our chief then come to sit on my lap and make all of us limp.”

The orc sat down to a rock while taking off the belt skirt keeping his nethers hidden.

Vivian could not turn away from the revealed green cock. In fact, some force made her approach it. She sat on the orc’s lap feeling it was the right thing to do, the thing that was expected of her.

The first muscular rod was soon pushed in and Vivian found herself to be the one against the rock. Her shapely breasts were pressed against the cold stone as she was rammed from behind. Vivian’s nipples hardened against the cold surface by the waves of heat radiating from her pussy going at full speed sucking the orc.

“My grandfather was lying, this is better than war,” announced the orc to his fellows. He had stopped moving and let the cum milking walls do the work they were made to do.

It did not take long for Vivian’s proficient insides to get the seed from all five and they were soon moving to the Orc camp.

** * **

“Help us destroy the human colony and we will follow you as the dark seducer commands,” were the only words the orc chief gave to Vivian. He even left the hut and ran away after that.

The chieftain did not want his mind to be clouded by the dark magic and settle for anything less beneficial to his tribe.

Two orcs escorted the apostle to the human colony that was built to civilize this area of the wild lands. Most of the trip they kept poking Vivian with their cocks but always retreated trying to prevent themselves interrupting the journey by railing the woman against the ground.

When they reached the ridge from which top the human settlement was visible the two orcs left to join the rest of their kind that had been following Vivian from more than a safe distance.

Vivian did not like the idea of just walking to a fellow human city and making all of them be thralled by the curse of the Dark God. Something was compelling the apostle to complete the task but it did not dictate how she should do it.

The apostle decided to trick the settlement that proximately housed two thousand humans to run away. There was only one threat that would guarantee that and that was a zombie infection. Settlement of this size in a remote location would not house many holy warriors who would be able to fight a zombie horde and letting the infection pollute their only water source would make them run away in panic.

It was a common tactic during wartime especially if one side was losing and had no other options but normally not done as several holy warriors could deal with large groups of zombies easily.

The newly built town only got water from the river flowing next to it so all the apostle needed to do was to pretend to infect it. Vivian only needed zombies but lucky for her there was a group of around hundred men around her that could be made act the part on her instructions.

It did not take long for Vivian to get the males to whine in the soul-wrecking tone usually only zombies did. It was not exactly the same but close enough. The apostle walked the men along the shallow river towards the settlement. Her group coming from upstream the humans hopefully would think something bad was happening to the river and leave.

Vivian stopped in the middle of the river and most of them were waist deep in the slow-moving river. They were relatively far from the settlement but if they went too close humans might see something was wrong with the zombies. Their swaying bodies and howls could be seen and heard from here. The apostle hoped her body would be hidden behind the men.

** * **

Carofina’s first assignment as fully fledged paladin had been to a dusty border town in the middle of nowhere. Sure it was traditional for newest paladins to get the worst assignments. There would be no glory in beating few orcs or operating as the judge over small religious matter ümraniye escort some commoners had. She had gotten used to the idea of spending her two-year assignment here just honing her fighter and magical skills but all of it changed in one moment when a messenger came.

“Zombies, zombies are coming,” yelled the militia messenger to the paladin after barging through the door to her office.

The paladin would have kept trial and judged the man on the spot in a normal situation for breaking protocol but the word “zombies” was all Carofina’s ambitious ears heard.

** * **

This zombie attack was the paladin’s ticket out of this place. Carofina observed the approximately hundred zombies consisting horde from top of the man height mud-wall that was surrounding the town. There were no stones to be found anywhere close here and the few around this area had been used to build the church.

Hidding her long blond hair behind her helmet the paladin rode her horse out of the small wooden gate of the town. Carofina could not risk the two hundred town guard to get infected so they were left behind. Or that’s what the paladin had told them. There would have been enough crossbows at the garrison but there would not be any glory from that to her. Carofina needed to beat this horde alone while the men looking from the wall witnessed it. That should be enough to get her out of this dusty place a year faster, sand was not one of her favourite things.

Riding closer Carofina saw the zombie horde move away from her. Dismounting the horse and telling it to return to the town to save it from bites the holy warrior pursued the horde into the river.

The paladin’s magic let her walk on the river surface and hitting the zombies with her hammer and shield from elevated position would make this task too easy, not to mention the magic she could channel through the hammer.

First bolts of holy light flew towards the mass of fake zombies, they were knocked down and the stream made them flow towards the paladin coming from downstream. As some of them floated past the paladin she could see some of their faces. They looked normal, not rotting at all.

The moment the paladin saw one of the floating men stand up again she knew something was definitely wrong. There now were several men approaching her from all directions. The more eager ones already got hit by the hammer and seeing bright red blood spread made the paladin realize these were living men. It did not take long for Carofina deduct what really was going on. A pink demon was running towards her.

Vivian yelled, “Run I can’t control them when they are like this.”

Carofina’s magic was useless against living demons who manifested physical bodies but her hammer would make quick work of it. This was a succubus and killing her would make the men lose purpose and scatter. The demon was running towards the paladin without any weapons. This would indeed be too easy thought Carofina again smiling under her helmet.

The paladin’s smile froze when several hands rose from the stream of water trying to pull her down. The magic could hold her armour on top of the water but not multiple men on top of it. Carofina’s hammer and shield kept knocking some of them away but she could not kick them off or move too fast or the magic would lose effect under the increasing strain and risk her falling into the river.

Hands of the males the paladin could not strike away kept trying to loosen her full-body armour. One of the hands found a place that made Carofina lose focus for a second and it was all that was needed for her to fall into the river.

Carofina lost her shield to the river flow but her hammer knocked away several more after she managed to restore her stance. These men were still weaker than her and way less protected. Just a strike from her armoured glow was enough for most. The sheer number of them still proved fatal in this situation. The paladin eventually lost mobility of both of her arms and her metal boots were stuck in the river mud.

Vivian managed to get close to the paladin just when they had gotten her helmet and first armour pieces off. When she had pushed one of the men away the apostle had liberated the arm of the paladin who struck her with a knife.

The limp body of the demon was carried to the beach by some of the men. They began no feed their seed to her after pulling the knife out.

The paladin’s triumph of killing the demon did not last for long. The men had not stopped and soon managed to remove rest of her armour. The enhancements should have prevented anything of the sorts happening but Carofina could feel something powerful was weakening and attacking the Goddess’s magic that was in and around her. The attack was coming from the body of the demon. It flowed to the men who amplified its effects. Being this close to them even the inexperienced paladin could sense it but she did not exactly have the time to research the mechanic this horde was using to attack her defences.

Male cocks of the men probing the paladin’s naked skin were not just humiliating her but also assaulting her internal mental walls. Carofina’s body was distorted from the pain of her God-given barriers rumbling away one by one. A stronger paladin might have been able to fight back but this was just a fight between the aura of one goddess’s champion and her rival’s low ranking pawn.

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Ben stared around at the facility in utter disbelief at what he was seeing. The whole place was an absolute ruin, looking like it had seen centuries come and go. Most of the cryo pods surrounding him were empty or disconnected. Thick layers of dust covered everything he could see, and the lights that once lit up the area were dim or out.

Taking his time to center himself, Ben propped himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the pod. Breathing several times so he didn’t pass out, Ben stood up slowly, taking as much time as he needed. The man remembered the docket he read about coming out of cryo sleep. He was both hungry and weak as he’d expected, something he would look to remedy soon.

Ben took several minutes, finding his center of balance before he thought about walking. When he did, it was only baby steps, just so he didn’t overexert himself. From what he could see, he was the only one awake at this moment, but he didn’t know for sure. He didn’t know what time it was, and everyone could be asleep because the hour was late for all he knew.

The Latin man was walking away from the main cluster of pods, heading towards where the storage area was, hoping to see someone there. He saw no one and the storage zone looked like someone, or multiple someones, had gone in and tossed everything around. As he passed the various pods around him, Ben noted that some were already open. Whereas others had been crushed by falling concrete, with the occupant still inside.

Ben shook himself and shuddered at the thought, thinking it was a horrible way to die. He made his way over to the place where he had deposited his personal effects and saw that there was no one there. He had the most eerie feeling that the cryo facility was completely abandoned. Ben saw that the buildup of dust hadn’t been disturbed in quite some time, which confirmed to him he was alone.

Stopping himself from panicking, Ben then moved to where the control facility was situated. He knew that if he was going to find answers about what was going on, it would be there. He felt his body restoring itself back to life as his limbs reawakened. The movement was helping, and Ben could feel himself getting stronger.

He walked up the shot stairway to the command center and walked in; the door having been left ajar for some time. Power still flowed into the place and the computer equipment still functioned. He sat down at a nearby console and typed a few keys, hoping that he could at least get into the system. A login screen was displayed, asking for a username and password, which Ben had neither of.

He looked around the center and found only a few items of note, a few clipboards, some old pens and markers and an identity keycard. Despite its age, the keycard looked to be relatively intact, and it gave Ben an idea. He went back to the terminal he was clacking away at and looked around it until he found what he was looking for. A black keycard reader sat right next to the mouse on the computer, which he used the keycard on.

The computer read the keycard and then shut down the password access prompt, granting him entry into the system. Ben looked over the whole thing, not understanding the whole schematic and monitoring system. But he knew enough of what he was seeing to know that there were no more functioning cryo pods active. This confirmed what Ben had feared all along, that he was the only person here, the last one to wake up.

None of this made any sense to him, as he was only supposed to be under for ten years! Why did this look like he’d been under for far longer? He pondered that question when he noticed the time stamp of his cryo pod opening. It was dated for ten thirty-five in the morning on May seventh, twenty-five twenty.

Thinking his eyes and mind were playing tricks on him, Ben slapped and pinched himself to be sure he wasn’t just dreaming. He was wide awake, of sound mind and coherent, so this wasn’t a trick. He checked the computer to see when the last diagnostic was run and it chimed with the time and date stamp being over thirty years ago. Ben had been asleep in the cryo pod for well over five hundred years!

Ben controlled his breathing once again, forcing his body to not panic as he came to grips with this new piece of information. How had he not known that he would be under for that long?!? He needed answers, and he needed them now! Ben went looking around the system files, searching for any kind of clue, but found nothing. He minimized the monitoring application and saw a file folder.

Thinking this may have been what he was looking for, Ben opened the folder and found two video files inside. The first one was labeled ‘Awakened’ and the second one was labeled ‘Topside’. He opened the first file to see what lay within it. The video played and there was Simon, the tech who had let him in when he first arrived.

“Hello there. To those who are viewing this file, you no doubt have a great many questions about what exactly is going on. Rest assured, I will explain everything çeşme escort in due time. I will start by explaining things from the beginning. Nearly a decade before everyone entered the cryo tubes and begin their long sleep, two young men had a falling out over ideals. One was named Jason Adler, the CEO of CryoTek, the other was named Darius Beauregard, heir apparent of the Beauregard family fortune.”

“Both men understood that humanity would have to undergo a drastic shift to how it was going along. Humankind had been on a collision course with disaster since the first Industrial Revolution. Yes, our understanding was growing by leaps and bounds, but we were raping and pillaging the planet for every resource we could get our hands on. We cared nothing of the consequences of our actions, as long as we could all live in comfort and luxury.”

“This attitude continued until around the nineteen sixties. When certain sections of humanity were waking up to the ramifications of what we were doing to our home. They were considered outliers and crackpots until another generation had passed and the threat to us became very real. Fast forward a few decades to the argument between Mr. Adler and Mr. Beauregard. Both men had plans to fix the problem we faced, but they lay as polar opposites,” Simon explained.

“Mr. Adler wanted to change things in the manner where we would make rapid and unprecedented changes to our way of life. Many of the conveniences would be gone, albeit on a temporary scale. The mass production of farming, of quality goods and such would be halted, while we allowed the planet to heal from it wounds. Then, humanity would adapt to the way things would become.”

“Mr. Beauregard’s plan was entirely different. He proposed a massive culling of humanity, where nearly the entire population of the Earth would be wiped out. Using nuclear and chemical weapons, hitting the major cities and other large towns. To dissolve the greatest portion of humanity in an instant was the only way forward in his mind,” Simon went on.

“Mr. Adler tried to dissuade Mr. Beauregard from this course of action, but he would not be swayed. It was in that moment that both men went their own ways, hoping to save both the world and humanity. It wasn’t long before Mr. Beauregard had stockpiled various weapons of mass destruction, with the full intent on using them.”

“Mr. Adler, having been privy to his plan, devised his own solution to the problem. He knew Darius would set the weapons off soon, but it would take time before he was ready. He wanted to achieve what he called, ‘Absolute Annihilation’, where there would be no survivors other than those he deemed fit to inherit and rule the world. In order to do this, he would need a great quantity of weapons and he would have to position them around the world to achieve this.”

“Mr. Adler used this time to research cryogenic stasis, hoping he could at least keep the best and brightest of humanity safe. Shortly before the Cryo Lottery was announced, we’d had a breakthrough of significant proportions. We had made it possible to freeze someone and then thaw them out with little to no side effects!” Simon exclaimed.

“Though we would have devoted more time to proper testing, we were running short of time. Darius had not only pulled together enough weapons to do the job, but he had also amassed a group of followers who believed as he did. That humanity needed to be culled and that only him, and those like him, were the only ones fit to inherit the Earth. Many of them were wealthy, like he was, believing that the ‘common folk’ had grown beyond control.”

“Though the lottery and the advertisements were made public, the true reasoning was not. We set the lottery in motion, hoping to find those who were among the best that humankind offered and to give them a chance to avoid a dark fate. The questionnaires you answered helped us winnow out those who are unfit or mentally unsound. The physical tests we performed helped us further narrow that pool,” Simon said, his voice heavy with regret.

“The blood samples we collected during those physicals helped us determine those who could step into a pod would also come out alive and well. Despite the breakthroughs we had made, the criteria for being able to survive a long slumber in a cryo pod were narrow. Only those with certain genetic traits would be capable of surviving in such a prolonged state. This is why there were certain rankings for those who won a slot,” Simon continued.

“Although those who couldn’t sleep as long could still help us with our research. After their reemergence from cryo sleep, we could study them and the effects that the freezing process had on them. Once we could put together enough data, we could extend the cryogenic cycle of those who had gone under. This would allow them to step back into the tubes, while also prolonging the stasis time of those above them.”

“Those who received a green card were those başakşehir escort who manifested the basic traits needed but wouldn’t be able to stay under for very long. Maybe seventy-five to one hundred years was our best estimate. Those who received bronze cards were better off, able to go beyond two hundred years of cryo stasis. Silver card carriers were rare, as they were often from those who were of mixed backgrounds, so their genetic resilience was great.”

“Gold card carriers were the most rare, their genetic code being nearly pristine and needed if humanity was going to occupy this world again. Though genetics wasn’t the only criteria that determined someone’s status, but also their intelligence and who they were as a human being. Background checks were done on everyone. No detail about their lives too small to investigate,” Simon told him.

“Once we were certain of someone’s motives and who they were, is when the invitations were sent. Mr. Adler knew he couldn’t save everyone, but he was determined to save who he could. He built multiple facilities like this one across the globe, which we call Cryo Vaults, intent on keeping the human gene pool as diverse as possible. The location of each facility was a closely guarded secret, as he was certain that Darius would try to sabotage his efforts.”

“High end security measures and procedures were implemented in order to weed out spies and saboteurs. Several had been reported, detained and subsequently eliminated. No witnesses would report back to Darius or his cronies, as the cryo tech that we had developed was highly sought after by him. Mr. Adler was determined to keep it out of his hands at all costs,” Simon growled as he was recalling something.

“Thankfully, we were able to keep the technology out of his hands, but we were still gathering more people to populate the other facilities when the bombs fell. On June sixth, twenty twenty-three, the bombs were dropped, and chemical warheads launched. In a single day, everything that humanity had built, and the billions of people who were still living topside, were eradicated.”

“Though we hadn’t found every candidate to come to our facilities, we did bring in over ninety percent of everyone we identified. We went to great lengths to not only preserve all of humankind but also the knowledge we had gleaned over our history. Before the Nuke Day, agents were sent all across the world to document the world as it was.”

“Every snippet of history, every advancement, every tradition, every language, nothing was overlooked. Mr. Adler believed, as we did, that if humanity was going through a reset, we were going to save every piece of it that we could. Below the main cryo pod chamber is where the Archive of Humanity is located. Each facility was equipped with one, so that if one was to succumb to the long wait of time, others would still hold our knowledge,” Simon explained.

“Now that you are awake after all of this time, everyone who has survived is now tasked with rebuilding humanity. There will be a lot to do and much that needs to be rebuilt, but with all the knowledge we have amassed, it should be much easier than the first time around.”

“Our greatest hope is that you will use this chance to bring humanity to a brighter and greater future, where you will hopefully avoid the mistakes of the past. Build a better world than the one we left behind. I pray you succeed,” Simon finished.

The recording didn’t end there, as Simon detailed the various facilities that were included in the Cryo Vault. Ben sat back in the chair as the recording droned on, shell-shocked, as he had a lot to process! Everything he knew, the world he had left behind, was completely gone?!? That meant everyone he ever knew was also gone! That meant…

“Samara…” Ben cried out as he grieved. He wept for the woman he loved, lost to nuclear fire, as he was certain that she would have moved on with her life. Ben cried and howled in anguish, wishing he could go back and ask her to join him in the experiment. He wept until he could weep no more, yelled until his throat was raw from screaming and collapsed to the floor, angry and resentful of his actions.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, a minute, an hour, a day, but it didn’t matter. Samara was gone and even though he was heartsick at her death, he knew the die was cast and there was nothing more to be done. He stood up from where he fell, wobbling slightly but eventually standing firm.

Taking a deep breath to clear his head, Ben got to work, taking full stock of the situation. Only one thing mattered to him now; survival. He double checked the monitoring program, making damn sure he was the only one there. When the program informed him that there were no other living cryo pod occupants, he went digging. Specifically, to find the files he’d need to read up on shutting it down and shunt the power for the pods back to the facility.

It took a bit of searching before küçükçekmece escort he found the relevant files, and the procedure was rather simple. He double checked each step before he executed it and maybe an hour later, he rerouted the power and the rest of the facility brightened substantially. With the power issue solved, Ben then left the command center to survey his surroundings.

Though the place had held up fairly well against time and its slow ravages, Ben knew that this place was slowly falling apart. He would have made the needed repairs to fix it up, but he lacked both the materials and workforce to make any significant progress. Sighing, the only option that he had left was to leave, but before he did that, he needed to know what he was working with.

He needed food, clothing, survival gear and, most importantly, weapons. Though the world had changed, he assumed he would need them, as he didn’t know what dangers lurked outside of the cryo facility. Ben started by heading into the storage area and looked around for unopened containers. There weren’t many, but he grabbed all that he could before heading over to where the sleeping quarters for the techs were located.

He carried the boxes over, knowing that he’d have to go through all of them to find anything of use. The sleeping quarters were a serious mess, with decaying clothes and garbage scattered everywhere. Though the task was considerable, Ben got the place cleaned up in no time at all, cleaning each room. He’d even found an old but serviceable broom and gave the place a good sweep before sitting down to go through everything.

He opened his first, knowing what lay in there. It wasn’t much, but the items reminded him of better times, happier times, before all of this. He set them aside reverently before he went to the next box. Ben tried prying it open, but found the box wouldn’t give, not even a single millimeter. He grumped for a moment before he realized that he’d need to collect the appropriate pins before they would about.

Chastising himself for having such a massive brain fart, Ben got up and went back out to the cryo pods. He went about looking for any of those chips that would open those boxes and managed to find a few. He tentatively approached the pods that still had occupants in them, a bit mortified he was disturbing the dead. Ben knew he was going to have to get past this hang up if he was going to survive.

Blowing out a heavy sigh, Ben walked to each one and searched them for their keys. He found them tucked in the same place that his was tucked into, so they were easy to locate. Once he’d gone through each of the corpses of those who were left behind, he headed back to the sleeping quarters. He thought about what might be in the boxes, when his train of thought was interrupted by his growling stomach.

He chuckled to himself as he dropped his newly gained keys on the bed he’d selected and wandered back out into the facility to find something to eat. Ben remembered that there was some sort of hydroponics facility that Simon had described in the video and went looking for it. He found it as he wandered down a hall off the primary facility, but was appalled at what he saw.

The hydroponics zone, which was supposed to be growing food for the techs and cryo pod survivors, had been stripped down of everything. Anything that had been edible had obviously been taken, with only some small morsels left here and there. The rest of what remained was only dead plants and slime, none of which were edible. Ben huffed and looked around anyway, hoping that he’d find at least something.

He dug around hydroponics and was coming up empty. Most of what was left in there were bags of fertilizer, some water reservoirs, and a few tools and seeds. Though there was the capacity to grow food, Ben wasn’t sure that he could wait that long. Before he left, he noticed a large pileup of garbage that he didn’t pay any attention to initially.

Curious, he dug around it a little, thinking it was rather odd that the pile would be in the middle of the area and not pushed along the walls. He cleared the initial layer of detritus and found that beneath all the trash were ration packs! The silvery bags were coated thickly with dust, but Ben wasn’t complaining!

He looked over the packs and they looked to be intact; the packaging looking like something from his era. The food inside would undoubtedly be old, but he hoped it was still eatable. He picked up a small energy bar. The silver packaging was tarnished but undamaged. Ben opened it and took a small whiff. The scent was a bit stale, but he could detect no trace of rot, so he took a small nibble.

It tasted like it had been left a bit long in the air, but he would not complain at this point, so he ate the whole thing. He rummaged around the pile of rations and found that the food was all in bar-like shapes. Ben supposed that made sense, as it would help extend its shelf life. He gathered as much as he could in his arms before heading back to the sleeping quarters.

He had to make several trips while munching on a couple of breakfast bars along the way. Once he got to the bottom of the pile, Ben saw a book lying on the ground, almost like it was placed there. Wondering what the book contained, Ben scooped it up with the rest of the ration bars and headed back to the sleeping area.

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Chapter One

This was bad. Very, very bad. In a long list of things that could have gone wrong, this was probably one of the worst. But nine-year-old Akira couldn’t help but grin at the look on her Papa’s face. He was a firm man on television. But in real life, he was a doting father. Reaching for the bowl of popcorn, Akira took yet another mouthful, ignoring her mother’s sigh.

“Akira, it’s getting late.”

The small girl pouted, “But mama! Papa’s still playing!”

The older woman sighed, “Father’s daughter.”

Akira giggled, before turning back to the television. Papa had gotten the turret repaired and the driver reversed back around the corner of the old house. As they pulled out of view, the enemy advanced. A British Cromwell rolled over the hill ahead. Papa saw it coming and started bringing the turret around. The Cromwell had seen them as well and was trying to get over the peak of the hill. Making a final adjustment, Papa checked the sight, right as the Cromwell lumbered to a stop.

BANG!

The old T-34, affectionately known as ‘Henry’ barked. The tank rocked back on it’s suspension as the seventy-six millimeter cannon, spat it’s payload at the Cromwell. The shell carried a trail of smoke part way as it arced across the battlefield. The round slammed into the Cromwell, sending out a shower of sparks.

“It’s a direct hit!” The commentator yelled. “Ol Bruce is in trouble. That was a direct strike on the gunner. He’s been disabled for thirty seconds!”

Akira cheered, knocking over her bowl of popcorn. Her mother sighed, grabbing the rest of the bowl. “Really daughter? This is not how a lady should behave!”

“Sorry Mama,” Akira pouted cutely until her mother turned away.

She watched as Papa’s team member reloaded the cannon with a second shot. As he did so, Papa readjusted his aim. Akira was already getting good. The camera changed to the aiming reticle, to see exactly where her Papa was aiming.

“Right side, lower ammo rack,” Akira guessed.

BANG!

The second round went off with a cloud of smoke, slamming into the Cromwell. This time, as the shower of sparks went off, a second lit up, blowing red and green sparks high into the sky.

“HE’S DONE IT!” The commentator cried.

Akira jumped up and did a quick dance. Her mother watched on with a small scowl. Her mother really did love her father. But she didn’t approve of their daughter taking after his hobbies. In the age of advancement, someone came up with a great idea. Convert old World War Two era tanks, into a sport. The aim was simple. They were fitted with sensors to determine impacts, with account of both direction and penetration. This was calculated by a computer installed in the free space where the old gas engine used to be. The tanks were all converted to electric and ran on batteries. With all the free space inside, they could have things like air-conditioning and proper food storage for longer games and proper seats with safety-harnesses. Sometimes they did marathons, where dozens or even hundreds of tanks would do battle and the comforts made it easier.

This is where Akira’s father had gotten into the sport. He was a historian at the local university. As such, he had contacts and found himself an old blown out shell of a 1942 T-34. With his friend and now tank driver, they towed the shell back to the university. With the help of the engineering department, they did a special course on mechanical components for the students. Twelve months later, Akira’s Papa entered his first competition. Akira’s mother was unsure about the sport at first, fearing injuries or death. But the rounds they fired were mostly a rubber block with a graphite tip. The rounds were lighter than real shells, but the charge was modified to ensure they fired at the same approximate speed of the regular shells. The benefit being, perfect safety for the crew inside the tank, and a bright flash of sparks if a shell hit.

On impact, the computer’s sensors would determine if the round had enough mass and velocity at the angle of impact to pierce the armour. It would quickly calculate the damage it would do to the internals of the tank and izmir escort determine if components would have been damaged or entirely destroyed. To make things more interesting, each crewmember wore special suits that would cause their joints to lock up if they were ‘hit.’ Altogether, Akira’s mother was placated she wasn’t about to lose her husband and she watched with no small level of discomfort as their tank was peppered with dozens of shells in their abysmal first attempt.

Ten years later, Akira was her Papa’s number one fan, as they pushed through the finals. With the Cromwell down, it was one less threat. But Papa’s team members weren’t in position. Their digital map showed the two team members that followed him into that section of the town were both down. To make matters worse, he was surrounded on both sides.

“Come on Papa,” Akira chanted.

Her Papa seemed to have the same awful realisation that everyone else knew. He was in trouble. Giving a few quick orders, the T-34 lurched forward, pressing onward alone. Akira bit her lip, knowing that any advance was fraught with danger. There was simply no way to know what was around the nearest corner, unless an enemy had been tagged by a friendly. Of course, Akira could see from the television that if he continued to follow that road, he was going to come face to face with an M5A1. The lighter M5A1 was moving at top speed, closing in on where it had seen the Cromwell take a hit. But it wasn’t expecting to round the bend, face to face with a T-34. The M5A1 slammed the breaks, skidding sideways as it desperately tried to keep the turret pointed at the T-34. Papa grinned as he fired the main gun.

BANG!

The shell sparked as it slammed into the broadside of the enemy tank. The shower of sparks was a good indicator for the solid hit. Akira could see that the shell had taken out the driver and co-driver, while severely damaging the transmission. Or, at least that’s what the computer calculated. Reality, the driver and co-driver were both locked and unable to move for thirty seconds. The transmission needed a reset switch to be hit manually by one of the drivers, to initiate a ‘repair’ that would take a further thirty seconds. Until then, the tank was stuck stationery and sideways in the middle of the road.

BANG!

The M5A1 fired it’s main gun at the T-34. Akira gasped in horror as the round hurtled towards her Papa’s tank. But she cheered as it deflected off the sharp angled armour of the Russian tank. It was a good thing about the low weight of those rubber rounds. They lost momentum shortly after exceeding their maximum recommended range and started to tumble. It was a design feature to prevent accidents. A tumbling round would quickly fall and hit the ground, without travelling well out of the battleground and possibly through someone’s window at home. But Papa didn’t flinch. He lined up the second shot with the ammo racks conveniently exposed on the sides. As the loader pushed in a second shell…

BANG!

Akira cheered as the second set of green and red sparks went up. The pyrotechnics were used to ensure that when a tank had been ‘destroyed’ it was clearly seen. Secondarily to that, it now appeared on the electronic map in front of the tank commander. In this case, with a T-34, the commander WAS the gunner, and not a third position, like some larger tanks.

The television shut off at that point, making Akira jump up. Whirling around, there was her mother, holding the remote.

“Mama!”

“Enough,” She sighed. “It’s time for bed, go brush your teeth.”

Akira pouted, “Please Mama?”

But it was useless and she was sent to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth, Akira imagined herself behind the controls of a T-34 Turret. She imagined herself in place of her Papa, lining up the killshot on a Panzer III. Rinsing her mouth, Akira got into her pyjamas and gave her mother a kiss goodnight, after being told in no uncertain terms she could see her father in the morning. So with a pout, Akira crawled into her bed, tucking her favourite teddy beside her.

***

The funeral was a week later. Kim Yu, aka, Akira’s Papa, upon winning the finals, suffered a sudden heart attack. There was little anyone could do. It seemed he had a genetic defect that had gone unknown and untreated until it presented itself during the competition. Akira’s mother forbade her from watching the recording of what had happened.

As the most famous family in their small town, the local council gave special permission to lead the hearse through town with a tank escort. When they put out the call for tank crews to attend, they expected two or three to respond. Akira was too sad to admire the eighty strong tank parade, led by a wreath covered T-34. Her eyes were on the hearse. Her Papa’s friend, the driver came and said a few words she never properly heard. The rest of their team invited Akira and her mother to a celebration, but neither of them wanted to kahramanmaraş escort go. And at the end of the day, the T-34, still with its wreaths, was reversed into Akira’s Papa’s work shed, and the doors were closed, signalling the end of something wonderful.

***

Ten Years Later

“What do you mean you quit?!” Ceejay yelled into her phone, earning several reproachful looks from the other hopeful competitors. “We don’t even have a tank!”

“I told you not to get your hopes up,” Bellinda sighed, before giving a few of the creepier looking guys glares.

“You suck!” Ceejay snapped, hanging up and stuffing her phone in her pocket. “Apparently the tank she offered wasn’t even her tank. When she went to ask her brother for it today, he laughed at her.”

“All that training,” Mel groaned.

“Ah!” Ceejay stamped her foot. “Not only do we need a new tank, but we’d need a new gunner as well!”

“And a commander,” Mel nodded along. “Unless it’s a smaller tank.”

“A Stuart might work,” Bellinda said softly. “It only takes four, but I’m not the best shot.”

Ceejay patted the large woman on the shoulder. “It’s alright girlfriend-“

“No,” Bellinda shook her head. “It’s not okay. Those guys always laugh at us when we want to join a team… This was our break.”

The three ladies took a moment to hug it out. There were a few snide comments from the male teams around them. But they ignored them as they quietly left the sign-in area.

“What do we do now?” Ceejay grumbled, kicking a small rock.

“I don’t know about you, but I could blow off some steam,” Bellina said. “I’m going to the arcade, then I’m gonna get a beer.”

The three ladies exchanged glances for a moment, “Deal!”

***

Akira lined up the shot. Aiming straight for the flat plate on the front of the Panzer III. It was a little narrow to target at over one-kilometer, but she had confidence in herself. The only issue she had was the damned autoloader. These simulations were designed for beginners. Without a gunner, the game just ran on a pre-programmed timer to activate the cannon. But, after the twelve second timer ran over, she got the green light.

BANG

The Panzer didn’t know what hit it. The shell slammed into the center of the flat plate, punching through and detonating inside the enemy tank. The simulation showed the tank exploding from the inside, so violently the turret flew off.

“Got him!” Thomas cheered.

“Don’t cheer yet,” Akira grinned despite herself. “See that green house halfway up the hill on the right. Go park behind it facing to the left.”

Akira activated the binoculars and checked out the immediate area. There was nothing out there as far as she could see. But that meant little. Going by the scores on each team, she was the last alive on her side. But there were two enemies remaining and she had no idea where they were. With her bff driving, Akira was happy he followed instructions, even if he wasn’t the best driver. He was still better than the AI they had installed. The main issue they had was the loader. Sure, it made it easy to supplement a lack of crew, but it took so damned long. Twelve seconds per shot, where a trained loader could cut that down to three or four seconds in a pinch. Because of the advantages, those with full crews usually did better on the simulations. Akira’s accurate and quick firing was the only reason they’d made it this far. She remembered all her lessons from her Papa. Priorities were; Kill shot, gunner, reloader, driver, co-driver in that order. But the situation changed on a dime. Sometimes a good broadside into the engine compartment was enough to stop a moving tank. But not enough to kill it outright. But not taking the shot, would let the tank escape.

Akira shook her head, getting herself back into the game. “Thomas, nose out around the corner, make sure it’s far enough I can shoot. Then reverse back in.”

Thomas nodded, before inching the tank out around the corner. This is where his skill level was out. He was good enough to drive, but not with the fine controls. It would have been better to quickly dart out, stop and reverse back in. But he’d be too jerky, and knew it. So that left them inching around the corner.

CRASH!

“That’s the right track!” Thomas yelled.

Akira took a glance at the damage indicator. Sure enough, the right track was destroyed. It’d take time to repair it. “Thomas, left stick forward, swing us around the corner and get me on target!”

Thomas nodded quickly and complied. The tank lurched around with it’s one good track, bringing the turret into view. Spotting a Japanese Ho-Ni I Akira’s blood went cold. Being stuck in front of a tank killer was always a bad idea. Taking aim, she lined up the first shot with the gunner. If she could take them out, the Ho-Ni I would be forced to back off. Taking a deep breath…

BANG!

***

Bellinda led the way into the arcade. manavgat escort It was a popular hangout for the younger members of the tank core. There were simulators to help newbie crews hone their skills. This is where she and the others had decided against trying to play with the boys, and instead formed their own crew. Then Stephanie had bailed on signup day. Bellinda shook her head.They were better than half the guys in this place. All they needed was a decent gunner, commander and a tank.

“What’s that crowd watching?” Mel asked.

Bellinda glanced up, seeing the crowd around one of the simulators. It was just two people, and by the looks of things, they were doing pretty well. Only two in a crew and in the final four.

“Come on, let’s watch for a bit,” Bellinda said.

The others nodded and they moved as one to watch. Now, you’d think that Bellinda’s six-foot four-inch frame would have been enough to get people out of the way. But you’d be wrong.

“Excuse me!” Ceejay sung, firmly shoving people aside for her larger companion to make her way through. Mel just hung behind and slipped through at the rear. She was smart enough not to get in the way.

Once up close, they ignored the grumbles and complaints as they got a look at the pair in the simulator. The driver was a young man, blonde and… Clearly he wasn’t particularly good. A decent driver could get a crew out of trouble, so it was important to have a good one. Even if Ceejay was a little nuts, she’d scraped them through the simulators without too much trouble. She also had a good feel for how hard to push things, to keep the turret steady when they needed to fire on the move.

Speaking of, Bellinda let out a loud cheer as the gunner took out the Panzer as it came over the hill. She looked small, like a child, but there was an edge to her voice, that made her sound like a woman. Bellinda couldn’t help but take an immediate interest in the smaller woman. She watched as the driver made his way over to a house and moved into a cat and mouse position. She knew immediately what the play was. Dart out, take a shot and reverse back into cover. It was a decent strategy, especially when on the defensive. Unfortunately, the driver was moving too slowly and Bellinda grit her teeth at the sound of the first hit. As the track fell, she watched as the young woman started calling orders. With the damage, they should have been dead in the water, but with the one working track, they forced the crippled tank around for a firing solution.

“No way,” Ceejay gasped.

Bellinda just stared as the small woman took the shot, only to groan as the round bounced off the turret of the tank killer.

***

“Come on! Come ON!” Akira snapped, waiting for the reload to finish.

What she wasn’t expecting was the sudden appearance of a dark skinned amazon to jump into the loader’s seat. In a flash, the large woman grabbed one of the simulated shells out of the floor storage and slid it into the breach. Slapped the level closed, what should have been a twelve second wait, was only six.

“Akira?” Thomas called.

She glanced down at her driver as her heart beat a million miles and hour.

“Hey, you’re loaded,” the dark skinned beauty said in a voice that made Akira shiver.

But she still had a job to do. Blinking away her emotions, she took a deep breath and aimed for the lower ammo rack on the Ho-Ni I.

BANG!

The second round punched straight through, hitting the rack and detonating the tank in a single shot.

“Good shot, girly!” The amazon called, slapping Akira’s shoulder.

Akira grimaced at the contact. Not that it was too hard for her liking, but because she honestly had no description for how she felt at this moment.

“Excuse me,” a firm but sweet voice called.

Akira glanced down to see a curvy- red-headed woman with huge tits gesturing for Thomas to vacate his seat. Beside him, a skinny blonde woman had already occupied the co-drivers position and was in the process of speeding up the repairs on the tracks.

“You got this,” the dark skinned amazon said with a smile.

Akira looked at her. She was tall, far taller than the others. Well built in ways that seemed to oddly intrigue her. The woman’s hair was dark, but seemed to have different colours dyed in different layers, so they shone through as her hair swayed from side to side.

“LET’S GO!” The red-head called.

Akira gripped her seat as the Tank lurched into action. This was nothing like having Thomas as driver. Thomas was shy and cautious. This woman was… Crazy… Akira flipped back to the binoculars, trying desperately to find the last enemy tank. The red-head headed straight to the enemy starting location. It was the most likely place for them to be holding out. Akira couldn’t help the grin on her face as the tank crested the very hill with a burning Panzer at the top. Flying down the other side was amazing.

“This things quick, what is it?” The driver called.

“Russian 1942 T-34, just like my Papa’s,” Akira called, before spotting what she was looking for. “Hard right, just behind the treeline is an M4, don’t let him get a broadside on us!” Akira snapped.

The driver slammed the right stick back, yanking the tank around to face the direction indicated. Just as a shell flew past on their left, whistling as it went.

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Charles was far from happy with the situation. Should he just take off and start a new life, outside the area, where no one could catch him? He quickly realised that was not on the cards, as this was the only life he had right now. After all, what else would he do? Charles was pleased he had kept his nerve and stayed. For on her return Sandra announced they were going on holiday.

“Just the two of us, we can stay on our yacht in the South of France.”

“I haven’t got a passport!” insisted Charles with a start.

“I knew,” laughed Sandra, “that you would think of yourself first. I like you, Charlie, we are so alike. Don’t worry I’ll have my lawyers take care of everything. But while you are there you might have to do a little job for me. You see, I’ve got these girl-friends who need sexual servicing, whilst they relax in the sun.”

Charles had never been abroad. The number of times he had ever visited the nearby cities of Leicester and Peterborough he could count on both hands. Of course he was not going for nothing, and Sandra would extract a price from him, but the thought of having to service her rich friends did not seem so bad.

The heat hit Charles as he stepped from the plane and looked around the little airport. Sandra had chartered a private Lear jet to bring them all down to the South of France, and it looked like being one long party.

Sandra had told him that he was to provide some fun for her two new friends. They were from London and used to the good life, which was where they had met. As the only thing they seemed to have in common, was a love of expensive clothes and young men as sex slaves. Which was where Charles came in.

“Is this him?” asked a middle-aged woman walking up to them as they walked from the plane. Her name was Margaret, the wife of a leading city of London Councillor, and someone used to getting just what she wanted.

“Yes, what you think? Reckon you can get any fun out of him, over the next few days Margaret?” Sandra smiled behind her designer sunglasses and offered the other woman the goods.

“I’ll say. What have you been feeding him on Sandra, raw meat? Just look at those muscles. Has he got a big cock?” she inquired.

“Get him in the Limo and find out.” Sandra walked to the car and opened the door.

“You can have him after me,” said the other woman. She was called Betty and was the wife of a millionaire, Sandra was in partnership within London. What they did for a living, did not stand up to close scrutiny, but Betty was hell-bent on spending the money.

Together they all sat in the back of the big stretch Lincoln continental. Sandra went through the formalities of introducing her two friends, but Charles thought they were clearly to disguise their true identities. The Two women sat either side of the boy whilst Sandra sat opposite.

Straight away they took turns feeling his crotch to get his cock hard, and Charles obliged by taking turns to kiss the women with deep-throated mouthfuls of passion.

He felt nothing for the event and even wanted to getaway. But Sandra had ordered him here, and this was a small price to pay for a foreign trip. The champagne flowed, and Charles even poured some down one cleavage to lick it out. They loved that.

He took his time feeling his hands up their skirts and rubbing his fingers against their pussies. Finally, Betty; the oldest of the friends pulled down her knickers and reached for his cock. It was fully erect now, so with one bound, she was astride him, sliding down his shaft with a grunt of pleasure. Here she rode up and down as the car drove slowly on. Through the parched hot landscape and down to the dreamy coastal resort, where, glistening in the sunlight, lay the yacht.

Up till now, Sandra had been content to simply watch, as if she was part of the crew, like the driver sitting passively in the front. As the other two women showed they were really getting into the action, she too pulled up her short skirt to masturbate herself before them.

They made Charles lay on the back seat to make the most of the ample room in the Limo. Whilst one rode his cock astride him, the other sat her wet pussy down on his face. So Charles obliged her by pushing his tongue up as far as it would go, into the soft wet sex.

When the car arrived at the other end, the boy was almost exhausted, but the women were satisfied for now. Sandra was pleased with him. He had done exactly what she had asked of him, and the holiday looked like it was going well.

“Your friends are wearing me out,” said Charles as he drank a glass of champagne that night on the yacht.

“Remember you are here to do a job of work. So let them ride you until they come round to my way of thinking.” Sandra held out her glass for more champagne, gümüşhane escort a mysterious smile crossing her face.

“What exactly is that?” asked Charles, looking out to sea.

“Revenge Charlie, what else is it about.”

“What possible revenge could you want to take out on them?”

“They cost me and my family dearly. So now I want to take some money from them, just to even the score.”

“Haven’t you got enough now?”

“There’s never enough.”

“But why try and get it?”

“Because it’s gettable.”

“I don’t understand you. Plenty of money and plenty of sex, what else is there to achieve?”

“Where I came from it would never be enough. Maybe I can’t go back there, I’ve changed so much. Perhaps its too late.” Sandra let her mind drift off, and for the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. Something Charles had never seen in her before.

“So where did you live this wicked past, you won’t talk about?” He sat down beside her to look deep into her eyes.

“I can’t tell you it all. Maybe some of it. Terry; my husband, talks about that part often enough.”

“I know you both made your money in London, with property. So what’s so dark and mysterious about that?”

“Oh, we aren’t mixed up with the Mafia or anything like that. But there are people we don’t want to meet.”

“So where do you really come from?” asked Charles.

“From the same village as you, originally.”

“No! But no one has ever heard of you, how can that be?”

“Luckily nobody recognises me, Charlie,” she laughed.

“But even the old people, don’t know you. There’s something strange there.”

“Oh, it’s stranger than that. Maybe I’ll tell you. Or maybe you’ll find out for yourself. After all, it’s about time you grew up.”

“I like to think of myself as fairly grown up now,” replied the boy.

“Dream on. Just being able to stick that big weapon inside a woman, doesn’t make you a man. You know nothing of the real world. Take this boat. You’re like a little boy lost.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Take a leap of faith, and help me get some money out of these old bags.” Sandra looked sternly at him now.

“You aren’t joking are you?”

“No. Do you want to be a man or not?!

“But how exactly do you intend getting this money? Legal or not?”

“I’ll say it again. Do you want to be a man or not?”

“Of course I do! But what about getting caught?”

“That’s the fun part. Being scared,” laughed Sandra pouring another glass of champagne.

“Ok, so what do we have to do?”

“Simple. They have lots of money, and we have to convince them to part with it.

Sandra now pulled Charles onto the sofa. It was to the stern of the boat and surrounded by a huge picture window. So set against the backdrop of the Mediterranean Ocean, they had sex.

She unzipped his new designer jeans and peeled them down his legs. Then, pulling down his boxer shorts, she took his cock in her mouth and began to get it hard.

“What if they don’t like it?” Charles tried to put this worry to the back of his mind, as his cock became fuller and the woman sucked longer and harder on it.

Sandra let the fleshy organ fall from her mouth. “They won’t know, and if you can keep your mouth shut, they’ll never know. We are going to invest it for them, and believe you me, this will return a massive profit.” with that, she went back to sucking him off.

“What if something goes wrong, and we get in trouble? This won’t look good in court?” But his own words drifted away as Charles went into ecstasy and shot into her mouth. Long and hot with her tongue going round and round.

“Salty but ok,” said Sandra as she fell back and found her champagne glass.

That night Charles could not sleep. He gazed out to sea and wondered where he was going. How could he help steal money from those two innocent women? What if he got caught? Somehow he could not see Sandra standing up for him if he faced a prison sentence. What was he to do?

Charles was a long way from home, and clearly out of his depth. From now on things would get dangerous. It was alright shagging these women, but they would show him the same casual loyalty they enjoyed during sex, and once he let it drop out, they no longer needed him.

The boy realised he had to look out for himself. Maybe he could get some of this wealth for himself? But how?

On this big boat, he was surrounded by wealth. There were thousands of pounds worth, just lying on the tables, but just stealing things and running like hell, was not the answer. Sandra would find him too easily, and the punishment would be very harsh. No, he had to be more clever than that. Somehow he had to provide himself hatay escort with an escape route. Another identity, that could help hide him whilst on the run.

There had to be no loopholes, as any trace would give him away. The only saving grace, to his mind, was that he might be able to escape in the chaos. The reason why Charles thought that way, was that he had a terrible sense of foreboding.

What the Drapers were doing, was wrong. There was something not true in the way they lived their lives, and the terrible truth was about to come out. The village seemed a long way away right now, but the truth could visit even here. Back in England, they could be seen for what they really were, and that flash was about to explode in the pan.

What worried Charles was, could he jump first?

The holiday was judged a great success, and Sandra was delighted with the way Charles had engaged her two friends with sexual attention.

“I’m sore between the legs,” announced Margaret as the others laughed with her on the way to the airport. “God I’m going to have the devils own game explaining this to my husband.”

They flew back to a cloudy England, and Sandra offered to round the holiday off with a visit to a restaurant she had a share in.

“I don’t know Sandra, high-class restaurants; pleasure cruisers, and mansions in the country, how do you do it all?” Betty asked the question almost in passing, as they watched Charles carry their purchases from Harvey Nichols, amidst a mad dash of credit cards and laughter.

“You have to have the money-making machines as we do?” Sandra pretended not to be interested in the question and busied herself with ordering Charles about.

“I wish you would let a little of that secret come our way,” said Margaret, the envy showing in her voice.

“If you are serious about making a little money, Terry and I could always help you out.” Sandra sounded very friendly now, as she knew she had the women hooked.

“Oh, could you Sandra!” They were both almost jumping out of their shoes with excitement now. The greed showing in their eyes, as they clutched at the chance of sharing in the good life.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll send a car round to show you our broker’s offices. We can draw up a plan of investment, that might make you a little spending money.” A wicked girlish smile crossed her face now. One which the other women joined in, to show they understood they were being let into this magical world of wealth. “I’ll send Charlie round to escort you.”

Charles and Sandra exchanged glances at the two women almost danced with glee. This was clearly the moment. Here was the parting of the waves and once through this, there could be no turning back. Charles loaded the bags into the car.

“After that, we can have some lunch,” said Charles helpfully.

Sandra looked and him and smiled her more normal, sinister smile. The one which said: “join me on the dark side.”

He had clearly cast his lot in with the scheme to take the money from the two women. From now on, he would be taking part in a crime.

Fortunately, Charles was not called on to drive the women through London. The busy crowded streets were a mystery to him, as he hated the big city and its dirt. Now he realised the dirt was going deeper than just his skin.

The meeting was arranged for the near future, and Charles came back to Ampstwell after a day of having his hand up their skirts.

“Why not go now, and make a start?” asked Charles that evening.

“No,” replied Sandra. “I have my reasons, but no, we can’t go just like that. It is complicated, but bear with me Charlie. You see these two women are special, and we have to trick them in our own way.”

“Why? What’s so special about them, that you have to have revenge?”

“It’s to do with the past Charlie. You see they are mixed up with some special people, and they are the ones I want to get at.”

“Revenge is no good Sandra. You will just become bitter and twisted. Let it go and try to look at things a bit more reflectively. What I’m trying to say is, just put it down to life.”

“I can’t do that Charlie. The damage they did was too great.”

“Then tell me about it. Maybe I can help?”

“If I was to tell you the truth, you might not believe me.” She smiled at him, in the way that she had. To say, there was a sense of devilment there.

“Try me.”

“Well, do you know anything about the history of this village?”

“I know it’s very old.”

“So old, in those days it used to be called Amptswyll. You see I had relatives living here, years ago.”

“Then what was your family name? Nobody in the village knows you now.”

“Soams. You can find a plaque to us in the village ısparta escort church if you look.”

“Yes I’ve seen it,” replied Charles with a puzzled look. “But the Soams family haven’t lived here for years. Were your ancestors living in the village during the English Civil War?”

“Yes, definitely! We suffered terribly at the hands of that devil Cromwell.” Anger showed on the woman’s face now.

“You talk as if you knew them? The people in the civil War?”

“Would it shock you, if I said I did?” Sandra looked at the boy now, a very serious glare in her eye, which spoke of a darker secret, about to be revealed.

“Is this more of this mystical magical stuff? Because if it is, I don’t want to know. You are as bad as my parents. They’re full of that rubbish.” Charles turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” Sandra rose up and held his shoulders.

“Because I don’t believe in these supernatural things. It’s just children’s tales.”

“They aren’t tales Charlie. They are real, as real as you and I, lying in this bed now. Look at me, Charles.” She turned him around and they faced one another.

“Then how can you say you knew people, that have been dead for centuries? How is that possible Sandra?”

“I am from that time.” The words hung in the air between them.

“You realise what you are saying? What you expect me to believe?”

“Do you not believe it?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“How do you come to be here then? Space ship, time machine, all that rubbish?”

“Nothing as silly as that. We used Magic.”

“This is not happening to me.” Charles held his head in his hands, as he rose from the bed. “I need a drink.”

“People in your time find it difficult to believe in anything. Why is it that you cannot take a leap of faith, and accept what I am telling you now?” Sandra watched him go downstairs to find the alcohol.

“Maybe I’ve been brought up on too much TV. Science fiction and all that nonsense.” Charles waved the whisky bottle at the television screen as Sandra joined him. They both stood there naked, holding their drinks and waiting for the conversation to take shape.

“Look, what if I was to give you a demonstration of my powers, would you believe me then?”

No, I don’t want to see any freaky stuff! This place has a bad enough reputation in the village. I don’t want to get drawn into all that. Just tell me one thing? What have these women got to do with all this?”

“They are connected with that time.” Sandra sipped her drink and walked around the room. Even in the moonlight shining through the windows, she was beautiful. Her bottom moving with a perfect pair shape.

“Go on.”

“It’s not them exactly. It’s more the people they are connected with. You see, I think they are connected to very powerful people. What’s more, they have something which belongs to me. A certain ring.”

“And these powerful people, are something to do with the Civil War? How?”

“This village was the scene of a massacre, back then. Cromwell’s Roundheads rode in and killed many people. My family amongst them.” Sandra drifted off for a moment, the memories clearly painful.

“So how are these powerful people connected with the village massacre? And what about this ring? I don’t understand?”

“The village was ransacked by a certain man named Clerkwell. I have evidence to assume he travelled through time, as I, to live in this time. He took the ring from my Mother, I’m sure of that. she placed it on her finger, knowing that he would steal it. That way we laid a trap for him, and I traced him through time by using magic. The ring finally rested on the hand of his wife: Betty. That’s why I want to get my own back on him. Through them.”

“What will you do, once you have taken all their money?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll worry about that when the time comes. The question is Charlie, are you with me or against me?”

Charles looked down at her breasts, with the moonlight shining off her white skin.

“I know it’s only sex between us Sandra, but I just can’t get you out of my mind. Of course I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good! Let’s go back to bed and I’ll tell you the story so far.”

“What I really want to know is, how you got here? And how you met your husband: Terry?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Sometimes I wonder how it all became so crazy. It’s all so long ago now, that even I wonder if it’s worth it at times. But Karl Marx once said: the past is everything. What I think he was trying to say was, that you can’t escape your past, for it’s always there to haunt you. Mine certainly hangs heavily on my shoulders now.”

“So how did you meet Terry? and that girl Gremalgin? How on earth did you ever get mixed up with her?”

“Charlie, it’s a long story, but I will see if I can explain their part in it all.”

With that, they went back to bed, and Sandra told him the full story. She told him the tale of a young girl escaping the war, and having to face life living in another time.

“Where shall I begin? I know, 1645.”

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Hannah stood behind Easy, pressing her breasts into her back. Her arms reached between her wings to hold Easy by the wrists, making sure they didn’t move from where she wanted them. Leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

“Steady girl. This takes practice and I intend for you to get it the way it’s meant to be done.”

“Yes, Hannah,” Easy replied in her own whisper.

Keeping one hand on Easy’s wrists, Hannah moved her other to the waist and applied gentle but firm pressure to make sure the hips were where they were supposed to be as well. A quiet whisper told Easy she was ready. A loud bang sounded on deck and the target at the bow of the ship suddenly had a small hole in it. Not the most accurate pistol shot in the world but it was a sight better than the first one she had taken. Hannah stepped away, allowing Easy to fire again without assistance. Still hitting the target but avoiding the circle painted on its centre. Six shots in her revolver fired. Only one grazed the edge of the rather large. red circle painted in the middle of the target board.

“That’s better than the last six,” Easy smiled.

“At least you only hit the deck once. We still have that gunk we used to patch holes in the wood, so if Liddy hadn’t watched you put a hole in her boat, she might not have noticed,” Mari informed as she sat on the bench with Liddy, who gave her an amused look.

Nearby, Emma took aim under the instruction of Inky, who kept her steady, much like Hannah had done for Easy. Unfortunately for her, though, each shot was thrown off by her flinching at the anticipation of the shot. Yet she refused to let it scare her away from continuing with the training.

Mari leant over to Liddy. “So how did the girls in the engine room fair? They locked themselves in, right? They know we have protection now?”

“They seem okay. Or rather any issues they have are from before taking this job. Their door was already locked. They appreciate the fact that their protection is female, but honestly, they don’t seem interested in socialising.”

“The ship is filling up quickly. They won’t be able to evade us for long. Plus, Inky there was talking to Hannah about needing to be able to recognise who was supposed to be on the ship.”

“Yes, she said as much to me. Everyone should. Now that we are in the air, maybe they will feel safe enough to come out and say hello.”

Standing up, Liddy winced as a stray shot from Emma sent bits of wood puffing up from where her bullet hit the deck. A mildly disapproving glance at Inky got a curt nod of understanding. Leaving her to it, Liddy went downstairs and knocked on the door to the engine room.

“Ladies. I know you value your privacy, but it would be best if the crew could meet you at least once.”

“Understood, Captain. Things in here need tending too at the moment, but we shall make introductions soon.”

“Of course. At your leisure.”

Liddy knew when she hired them that they needed a gentle touch. It’s not hard to imagine the hardships women face in professions that involve extended durations isolated with men.

Inside the engine room, Aleera and her apprentice Marnika let out a sigh of relief. The captain had every right to simply barge in, but refrained from doing so. The awkwardness of the captain seeing her engineer on her knees, sucking the cock attached to her female apprentice would be extreme. Letting it slide back in her mouth, Aleera gripped the rest of the shaft to gently massage it. Erect once again, she stood and straddled Marnika, who guided it inside her. Their breasts crushed against each other as Aleera worked her hips to feel the flesh of her lover sliding in and out of her. They kissed, letting their tongues play together.

Aleera tried not to think of all the men who had taken their liberties with her simply because she was the only woman on their ship. Never saying no of course, since that would have led to them forcing the issue. Finding a ship exclusively hiring women was a mercy long overdue. Meeting Marnika had been happenstance. She had been looking for work when Aleera finally was able to walk away from her last job. New and nervous she asked for an apprenticeship. She explained to her that any ship she was likely to work on would expect things from her. Marnika got quiet and quietly explained she couldn’t do those things. She didn’t have the parts. That she badly wanted to be with someone but was instantly rejected when she explained things to them. Aleera simply stated that she never wanted to be with a man again, and a woman with a penis was exactly right for her.

Now she felt it inside her, like she did every day since they had met. Marnika leant her backwards and slowly licked each of her nipples, gripping them tightly to keep her from falling off her lap. Aleera stroked the soft black hair of her lover as much to show affection as it was to keep herself stable. Suddenly picked up, she was quickly set down in the hammock they slept in. Marnika held her legs wide and thrust into her with more force than she could muster being on the bottom. Seeing Aleera’s breasts bounce each time she zonguldak escort penetrated her.

As she did so, she thought about how lucky she was to have found someone who wanted what she could offer. Her dark skin had caused about as much misery in her life as the parts she was born with. Yet here she was with a pale skinned woman, who was as delighted as she was to watch her dark black flesh pushing inside those soft pink lips. The sight of herself disappearing inside the white woman over and over soon brought her to her fifth climax of the day. Aleera leant in for a deep kiss, always wanting her mouth on her lover while seed flowed inside her. Finished, they parted lips and caught their breath.

“So are you ready to meet the crew?” Marnika asked.

“Yes. It’s about time, and we can’t hide here forever.”

“Are you not afraid of them?”

“I was, mostly at what could happen. But the captain has kept her word on only hiring women.”

“What about me?”

“As far as anyone else is concerned you are a woman. They won’t know any different unless you have sex with them.”

“I wouldn’t do that. We are together.”

“I know. But you know what they do? They are harlots. Sex is something casual for fun or paid work. They might try to seduce you. They sure don’t shy away from fucking each other about as often as we do.”

“Yes, but my skin. And the rest of me.”

“They don’t strike me as the judgemental types. Plus your biggest problems are the things that turn me on the most,” Aleera said, getting back on her knees to clean off her lover with her mouth.

“I know. Maybe we base too much of our relationship on sex. Is there anything else between us?”

Aleera was about to stop and respond when her mouth started to fill up with an erection. Working harder at it soon had it back to fullness. She turned around and got on all fours, putting her bum in the air. Marnika smiled and slid back inside her.

“I wouldn’t be jealous if you took some of them as lovers. More people to show you how amazing you are and not that something is supposedly wrong with you. They have Emberborn on board without collars, so I know they enjoy the uniqueness of some people.”

Marnika grabbed Aleera by the dirty blond locks of hair and yanked them tightly while thrusting inside her. Knowing how much it hurt Allera’s breasts to dangle below her and bounce, she eased up so that the impressive tits didn’t move as much. Her own were half the size, but still full enough. She let go of her hair and held her by the hips to help them slam against her. Unable to hold off any longer, she burst with another load inside Aleera, leaning forward to lay her belly and breasts on her lover’s back and reach under to grab her breasts.

“Maybe I will. They might enjoy the feeling of a cock inside them without the men they are normally attached to, as much as you do.”

“Either way, we should get dressed and present ourselves.”

“One more round. I may have one man part, but it doesn’t mean I can’t still keep cumming like a woman.”

“Oh I know it, you just keep going. Put me on my back. I want to look you in your eyes when you mount me.”

Rolling her over, Marnika slid her cock over the massive white breasts, covering them in their shared fluids until she was hard enough to press the tits together and fuck them like her pussy. The shaft was hefty enough that Aleera was able to lick the head each time it thrust up between them. Meeting the crew would have to wait until a bit later.

****

Back on deck, Liddy was greeted to the loud blast of a rifle being fired and the almost insane giggle coming from Easy as she held it. Inky was talking with Emma to the side, going over her reaction to the pistol. With a few hand gestures, Liddy directed everyone into the lounge. Seated or standing, everyone listened.

“Alright,” Liddy started. “I have eight bedrooms below decks and more women on this ship than I ever thought I’d have. Some of you are going to need to consider doubling up and some of you are going to be told to double up.”

“My girls have lived in barracks half the size of those rooms, so I can squeeze us all into them as tightly as we need,” Inky replied.

“Thank you. Anyone want to decide roommates for me?”

“In a shocking revelation, Easy loves my tits and wants to use them as pillows. She bunks with me all the time already.”

“Thanks, Mari, I assumed that would be the case. Hannah?”

“I can claim Ving.”

“I’d like that.”

“Very well. Emma, I want you to keep a room to yourself. Everyone here knows you need your own space. That’s three rooms. Inky, I can hazard a guess that you would be better off in your own room?”

“I’d appreciate that. I can cram four in one room and three in the other.”

“Good. That leaves two empty rooms that I can fill next time Hannah or Mari goes off the ship.”

“I’ve hit my quota already. Mari, you are so very far behind.”

“Oh please, Liddy. Don’t fire me. I promise I can still bring unexpectedly large numbers of sexy women fethiye escort back. Just give me a chance!”

Liddy winced, pinching the bridge of her nose as she smiled at Mari being ridiculous. “I’ve seen actual magic spells being cast that were less impressive than you two and your powers of finding sexy women. Now, the next item is security. Inky, do any of your girls actually want to see clients or no?”

“None of them are strictly against the idea, but probably a bit more picky about it than you would like.”

“Seriously? All of you are willing to spread your legs for money? Getting on your knees? Nobody has a problem with this aside from what I assume is your preference for clients you find attractive?”

“Well…” Foxy spoke up “I really want to have sex with other Emberborn, but none of them can really afford to be clients. Are we allowed to just go out on our own?”

“What you do during downtime off the ship is your call. Since you aren’t hired as a harlot, I lose nothing, and who’s gonna stop a soldier from having a fun time. I’m guessing you never got laid because you didn’t want word of what you are getting back to anyone else in the military.”

“That, and going out in a gas mask tends to cause as much of an issue as being a fox, so life has been rather limiting for me.”

“Well, you are free to go out anywhere, in whatever manner you wish. Same for the rest of you. Just be smart and safe. If any of you are lacking emberstones to keep yourself clean and ‘not pregnant’, I will gladly buy them for you. Those of you who might be interested in seeing clients, we need to work out a system to have you appear different from those on duty as guards versus those looking for clients.”

“New and sexy uniforms would be a good idea,” Emma chipped in. “Make them all sexy, but just make a rule that anyone holding a rifle is off the menu, while anyone else is fair game. If your ship has a symbol, I can sew it into the uniforms.”

“Thank you for volunteering. You get to be in charge. Sexy but functional. I’ve asked our girls in the engine room to make an appearance so you can all meet them, once they finish whatever it is they are doing.”

“Fucking,” Foxy blurted out, before suddenly realising she probably shouldn’t have said anything.

“Sooo… those ears. Good at listening in on things?” Hannah asked with a smile.

“Wow… yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m just used to being totally open when I’m not in my mask.”

“On my ship, we just assume people are fucking when they are alone together. It saves time.”

“So, when you were in Emma’s room ‘comforting’ her…” Mari suggested, earning a beet red blush from Emma.

“Yes, Mari. I was taking sexual advantage of the poor terrified girl who isn’t interested in women and trusts me to keep her safe because I’m just too horny to help myself.”

“Called it! So Foxy, what are they doing now?”

“I’m not sure I should say. They seem to value their privacy.”

“Mari. Pressure her for secrets when your boss isn’t standing before you telling you to never pressure her for secrets.”

“Bah! Then I will never know if one has a cock to titty fuck me with.”

Foxy sharply gasped. Not only because Mari was right, but the fact that both of the girls from the engine room walked in at that exact moment. The awkward silence hung in the air.

“That would be me.” Marnika raised her hand as she stated it flatly, adding a good two minutes to the awkward silence.

“I’ve got some moans of pleasure down in my room. I really think you should listen to them.” Mari explained as if trying to share her taste in music.

“Mari!” Liddy exclaimed.

“Sorry, fine. We can do it here for everyone to watch,” Mari joked.

Marnika didn’t get it, and had her pants unfastened before Liddy could scold Mari again. She pulled out her thick black cock for everyone to see. Aleera was stunned along with everyone else, except Mari, who slid off her chair and crawled over to take the long shaft in her mouth.

Liddy was too surprised to reprimand her, and more than a little turned on that she just stood and watched like everyone else.

Well, not everyone, since Ving was being roughly pushed to the floor by Hannah, who wanted her face between her legs.

Mari struggled to get it down her throat, but kept pressing hard after every break to breath and soon fit every inch of it.

More than a few of the watching women soon found their hands down their pants, enjoying the show. Liddy sat down, trying to keep looking professional, but sat with her legs wide open. It wasn’t until she felt hands on her that she looked away from Mari to see one of the uniformed girls bum and boots sticking out from under her dress. One of them had crawled up under her dress to please her, and Liddy had no idea who it was. Only that it was neither Inky or Foxy. She rested a hand on the head between her legs as it slowly explored her with her tongue. Liddy was thankful that her panties could be easily pushed out of the way, and widened her legs to rest alanya escort on the armrests of the chair.

Mari pulled off her top to let the saliva-slick black cock glide between her breasts as she pressed them together. Inky muttered ‘fuck it’ to herself and picked up Easy to bend her over the couch. They met eyes briefly, so Inky was sure Easy wanted it, and as soon as Inky had consent, she stripped Easy’s bum bare and shuddered at the sweet taste of the young fairy. She slid two fingers inside and licked up the juices as they started to flow.

Easy beckoned Foxy over, who very nervously moved in front of Easy, only to find herself quickly losing her trousers. Revealing the soft short white fur all around her inviting wetness. Foxy squealed as Easy grabbed her by her ass and pulled her close enough to slide her long tongue deep inside. She quickly stripped off the rest of her uniform to reveal her fur-covered breasts. Mostly covered in bright orange fur that darkened to deep red in some places, it contrasted greatly with the white fur that covered her breasts and pussy. Feeling Easy explore inside her as she teased her own breasts, Foxy moaned more loudly than at any other time one of the women in her squad had done the same.

Inky watched the fur covered woman she had been craving for years, wishing she hadn’t been her superior. So much time spent pleasing herself, imagining herself being involved in her frequent trysts with the other girls. Yet unable to sacrifice her professionalism by acting on it. It was easier now to resist, with her mouth on a woman and Hannah across the room, more than willing, anytime she wanted. Inky thought perhaps she would be able to have the green-haired woman currently between her friend’s legs.

Emma watched in stunned silence as what she expected to be a casual meeting turned into an unbelievable display of sexual exhibition. Others not participating were stunned as well, but let themselves slip into the mood quite as fast. Emma watched Liddy roll her head back while gripping the one between her legs through her dress. Mari pulled the dark skinned woman to the floor on top of her, and Emma watched the dark shaft sliding inside Mari, between her legs.

Easy pleasing the fox girl, while being pleased by the woman in charge of security. Nearby Hannah kept Ving busy, yanking on her hair to please the exact spot she wanted it. She couldn’t help that the beautiful women before her didn’t arouse her like a man would. Emma yearned for men, but the closest option to that was currently deep inside Mari. She closed her eyes and imagined it. Having a large strong man lifting her up and setting her down on him slowly as he pushed his cock inside her. Her body straining against the pressure of trying to accommodate such a massive organ inside it. Emma slid two fingers inside herself, knowing they were a poor substitute for the real thing, but did her best to imagine a man having his way with her tiny body.

Hannah smiled as she caught sight of Liddy staring at Emma as she pleased herself. The little elf pulling her breasts free of her clothing. So much smaller than most of the women on board, but so very ample on her tiny frame. Hannah could see Inky pulling her pants down with one hand to please herself while gorging herself on Easy. She lifted Ving’s face up to look at her before kissing her roughly. Shoving her away, she nodded towards her old friend and Ving promptly scurried over to continue her work on Inky. Surprised but pleased, Inky spared a smile for her friend before returning to Easy with Ving between her legs.

Hannah got up and rolled Marnika onto her back and whispered to Mari about sitting on her face. That left the magnificent cock in the air being stroked by its owner, but while Hannah wanted it for herself, she had a better idea. Walking back to Emma, she put her hands over her eyes to keep them closed then led her off the chair and over to the body part she craved. Hannah guided Emma over and slowly let her down on it. Bracing her hands on Mari, Emma felt it pushing inside her but found it a difficult fit. She knew whose it was, but kept imagining it belonging to someone else. Hannah left her there and walked over to Liddy, yanking her out of her seat and set her down behind Emma. Liddy wrapped her arms around the elf and cupped her breasts into her hands. While she helped Emma slowly accept more and more inside her, Hannah took the seat Liddy vacated and watched the show as the woman she hadn’t really met got to work on her.

Aleera watched as her lover’s flesh became the focus of so many others’ pleasure. A petty jealousy formed, and she resented how easy it was for Marnika to suddenly find others willing to please her. Not to be outdone, she straddled the redhead sitting in the chair and bared her breasts for her. The rough grip was not what she expected as Hannah put her mouth to them. Aleera winced as her breasts and nipples were bitten and yanked. Yet, as it progressed, she felt warmness between her legs that her hand was dealing with before she noticed. She forgot all about her lover as another soldier moved beside her, standing beside the chair, and bared her breasts to her. With one free hand, she slid it down the trousers of the woman beside her, twisting enough so Hannah could continue with her breasts but also face the other woman, and gratefully felt the soldier pressing her breasts into her face. Nothing else mattered. She was getting what she wanted.

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A Fashion FAE Tie-In

This story contains a male to female sex change thanks to attribute transfer, which results in an altersex woman. If any of that sounds awful, I would hit back.

*****

So what did you want to talk with me about? Is it about the hair? Because I love that you’ve grown it out.”

They were sitting on Aaron’s bed, a bed they had shared several times before, and it had Kelly reminiscing of the summer only a few months prior, before she went off to college. Spacing out, she drank in his dark eyes and hair, along with his light brown complexion. She still wished she had confessed to him sooner, before they graduated. They could have had so much more fun then.

“Actually, that is good place to start.”

While not the square-jawed and stubbly masculine of a typical hunk, Aaron’s height and athletic build made him very enjoyable to look at. By no means huge or bulky, it simply looked like he could run forever. Even at a glance it was plainly evident he was still spending several hours at the gym multiple times a week. His clothes, as usual, were just a hair too small, letting them cling to him in just the right places to highlight his fit body.

“Okay, then lay it on me. Did you get picked up to be a pro footballer?”

By contrast, Kelly was on the short side with bright brown hair and a light complexion kissed with freckles. What she lacked in height, she made up for in thickness, especially in her breasts and hips. It was a ratio that had only grown more defined since leaving for college. Her once pudgy core had tightened, giving her a slight hourglass silhouette. It was as if she was wearing an invisible corset that had gently squeezed her frame into shape. Aaron had not said anything about her shape beyond that she was looking healthy. It reminded her how dating him felt completely different than anything before or since.

“That’s not it, no. I need you to do me a favor.”

“Sure,” she said, flipping her hair back and making a pair of black plastic bracelets clack. “Though, to be honest, you are starting to freak me out.”

“Sorry, just freaking out a bit myself. I can trust you to keep this quiet, right?”

Kelly toyed with the black choker around her neck. “Just lay it on me, I’m ready.”

With having been friends forever, he had not just dated her for her body. Really, for the most part, their relationship had not changed over the summer beyond them becoming more physical with each other. They still mostly just hung out and played video games, now with a lot of touching and teasing as well. Even most of their sex had involved him going down on her or them in sixty-nine with her on top.

Back then, she had thought it odd he never fucked her, but thought it was awkward for him to be having full-on sex with a girl he had acted like a brother to for so long. She figured he was working himself up to it and just happened to move away before that time arrived. Not that she minded too much in the meantime, he was surprisingly good at eating her out and no one since had been able to make her orgasm as consistently.

“Even if no one else does it, I want you to call me Sharon going forward.”

“Wait, what? Aar-Sharon, are you telling me you’re trans?”

Her friend shrank away, shoulders rising defensively. “Yeah. It’s something I have been struggling with for a long time, ever since middle school, but wasn’t sure how to come to grips with it. When we started dating a few months ago, was right when I really started to grab hold of my feelings.”

“You were so different back in Middle School.”

“Let’s be honest, I was fat, but I misunderstood that discomfort with my body and started working out and playing sports.”

He, no she, raised her hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being an athlete and intend on continuing to be one. However, I always felt a little tingle in the back of my head that something was wrong, even when I was in top form. It wasn’t until I started seeing a therapist after you moved away that I even thought I might be, you know, in the wrong body to put it one way.”

“And no one else knows?”

“Besides my therapist? No. She told me to tell someone I trusted first so I would have support when I started coming out.”

“Oh, Sharon, I…” In that moment, Kelly’s life unfolded before her eyes. All the times Aaron stood up to jerks who did not get they were no longer her boyfriend. All the times he covered for her when she was out of school for the divorce hearings. All the times he pushed her to succeed despite her situation. All the times he was the most comforting thing in the world. “I’m with you the whole way, okay?”

“You mean it?” There was surprise on a face that was both familiar and yet new.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend and you had my back all those years, so it would be pretty shitty of me if I couldn’t do the same for you when you are in an even more difficult place.” She put her hand over her friend’s. “I know you didn’t know, but I wish you erzurum escort had told me sooner.”

“I sort of knew while we were dating, but it felt so different-“

“-Because it was like fucking your sister, right?” she said with a grin.

Sharon flinched then chuckled. “Not quite where I was going, but sure, that was a reason. Foremost however was that when I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to be this macho guy people expected.”

“Oh, I thought you were talking about how you never really shoved your dick into me.” She was still grinning and then frowned. “Wait, I’m sorry. That was terrible of me, wasn’t it?”

“Sort of, but I know you’re being playful. This is a lot to take in. To be honest, I didn’t want to put it in for a number of reasons. Our existing relationship was one, but it was most because I had already reached a point where I could admit I was unhappy about my junk. Though, also being honest, I really enjoyed you going down on me and sixty-nining was the best, it was the closest I ever felt to being a lesbian.”

Kelly leaned over into Sharon’s toned arm. “I’m glad, I suppose, that I made you feel comfortable with yourself for once.”

They sat in silence for a moment, their lives rewinding to a simpler time when they would just lounge around. Even if it was only a few months since the last time they had shared space like this, it felt like a lifetime after what had just transpired. Finally, Sharon laid down in a ball and Kelly hugged her as best she could.

“I know it is early to ask this,” Kelly said as she smoothed Sharon’s long, curly brown hair, “but what are your plans now? Do you plan to transition? Does this change your goal of playing pro soccer?”

“I am not sure really, part of me wants to change right away and as fast as possible so I can start a new life, the other wants to try and find if I can marry who I was with who I want to be.”

“I can’t tell you which of those is right, but I can likely help with the first one.”

“What do you mean?”

Kelly sat back on the bed and switched one of her bracelets to her other wrist. She reached back and pulled off her bra then tossed the surprisingly large garment on the bed. Hanging loose under the plan t-shirt she was wearing, her girls curved just out side her shoulders and came to rest on her bent arms. She cupped one boob and the jiggling flesh overflowed her hand as it spread out. She put the other hand on her tummy and there was a soft green light. Bit by bit, her tummy shrank and her boob swelled until the flesh really began to spill over her palm and fingers.

She tiled her hand sideways, letting her mam roll off her fingers to fall to her stomach. The curve was noticeably larger than her other.

“That’s amazing!”

“They fell on my head,” Kelly said as she balanced her growth out with more of her stomach, leaving her with just the slightest amount of pudge and boobs easily larger than her head. “The bracelets I mean. They let me redistribute mass. The choker seems to do something to the food I take in. I am always full after having just a little to eat when I am wearing it, but have not really toyed with it.”

“Here.” Kelly handed over one of the bracelets, on it was a green seven pointed star. Around her wrist was the sister piece, one with a red star. Sharon put the bracelet on and gasped.

“It tingles!”

“Yup! Now, put your hands on my chest.” Sharon did so and there was a jolt.

“Think about drinking. That’s how I got it to work the first time.”

“Got what to work?” Sharon asked before she gasped as her shirt began to fill out and Kelly’s bust line shrank an equal amount, back to the size they were before. Jumping back, Sharon grabbed her new breasts that filled her closely cupped hands.

“How’s that?”

“Feels amazing!” Sharon grinned and dove at Kelly, pushing her hands against boob once more. This time she did not jump back as more mass pumped up her arms and into her chest. Her toned arms became less defined as the curve of her breasts approached the crook of her elbows. She leaned back to let go, but Kelly held her hands in place.

“Keep going, I can take it back if I need it.”

Sharon pushed down and the exchange sped up until she was the one who had tits the size of her head and her fingers were pressing against Kelly’s ribs. A feeling like hunger washed over her and she dragged her hands down to her friend’s hips.

Like with their busts, second by second Kelly’s mass was passed over to Sharon through the bracelets. Hips, butt, and legs swelled against athletic pants that were quickly becoming capris. The sound of straining seams only egged the growing woman on. She did not stop draining until her toned, masculine frame had been consumed by the body of a tall, plus sized model.

Kelly was very thin now, beyond even super model levels. Sharon was starting to panic when there was a snap and a flare of red light. A feeling eskişehir escort of weakness went down her arms as the barely visible curves of her muscles began to fade. Against her hands, Kelly’s legs swelled as new muscle knit itself into existence. Within moments she looked like she had always spent her afternoons at the gym and her mornings running.

The red light flared again and both women were hit with the conflicting feelings of being stretched and squashed. Sharon wrenched her hands away and the light faded. She collapsed on her much fitter friend’s chest gasping. They were the same height now, as if the foot difference in height had been split between them.

“I didn’t know it could do that,” Kelly said between panting breaths.

Sharon flopped over to her back, setting off a boobquake that made her shirt ride up until there was a bounty of underboob on display. “You didn’t? You told me it could exchange mass!”

“I had only really moved a few pounds around on my body before this, I did not expect it to completely change both our physiques.”

“Speaking of,” Sharon sat up, her shirt hem jiggling up another couple of inches so that it squeezed her tits near the middle of their curve. “Could I see the other one, I love these and all, but they are a bit much for me.”

Slipping on the other bracelet, she began to grope herself with one hand as the other rubbed her already ample ass. The green light flared once more as several inches of bust became butt in a few seconds. Running both hands around her lower half, Sharon sculpted all that weight into a wide core and pair of hips along with the kind of booty all those Instagram fitness models seemed to sport. For Kelly, it was hard to believe the woman on the bed with her was ever anything but.

“Did you want some of this back?” Sharon asked, hefting a boob that was still larger than her hand.

“If you don’t want all of it, yeah.”

Bracelets where exchanged and there was another flare of green light. Groping more than she probably needed to, Kelly drew some of her weight back. Instead of going directly to her bust, the mass seemed to distribute evenly, thickening her into being just slightly chubby over all with moderate curves and a stomach that rose and fell with abs nestled in fat.

Sharon was blushing and panting when Kelly let go of her rack, now just slightly above average. Kelly sat back and let out a sigh. “How do you fee-“

Without warning, Kelly was being kissed. Again and again Sharon’s lips pushed against her’s until the pair tumbled backwards. Not wanting to accidentally swap, she made sure her bracelet ended up on the bedside table then attacked in earnest. She pushed back on Sharon, rolling and pinning her to the bed as she returned the affections. The pair rolled back and forth, each trying to have the other on top until they ended up on their sides and staring into each others eyes. Hands roamed under shirts as teeth met lip, tongue, chin, and neck. Fingers dragged across warming flesh, teasing and begging at the same time. When they broke apart, each was panting and starting to sweat.

“Kelly, can we…I mean, do you want to-?”

“Yes, I came over wanting to fuck you, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.”

“What do you mean?”

“My best friend just became a bombshell and I made that happen. You were hot before and you still are now—maybe even more so since I know how well you could use that tongue.”

“Oh,” Sharon looked away and blushed even harder. “Right, this is all so new. I did not expect to be so…well, hot.”

“Magic is a wonderful thing.” Kelly pulled her much too large shirt over her head. “Now, lets see that new you naked.”

Kelly pressed her lips to Sharon’s once more, biting gently on the bottom one. A hand tightened on her arm as a moan escaped. With kisses down a neck she had loved before, Kelly slipped her tongue between the collar of Sharon’s shirt and her skin, making the tan woman arch her back. Cupping a boob through the cotton shirt, her thumb sought out nipple and then dragged circles around it.

Unable to wait any longer, Sharon lifted the soft cotton shirt over her head and tossed it over Kelly’s shoulder. Her hands moved slowly over her half naked body, taking in curves she was really seeing for the first time. She tweaked her nipple and gasped at the new found level of sensation. Her other hand moved down into the taut waistband.

Kelly could only bite her lip and moan as she drank in her friend’s knockout body. Sharon’s complexion had brightened to the color of salted caramel, her nickel sized aureole were a bit paler, a bit pinker, as were her cute little nipples. Her new boobs hung halfway to her waist as perfect tear drops. There were hints of stretchmarks from the rapid expansion becoming her reality on her sides going down her wide hips, but that only increased the feeling that Sharon had always been a woman.

Withdrawing her gaziantep escort hand from her pants, Sharon draped her arms around Kelly’s shoulders and more moans rose from her throat at the new sensation of boob pressing against boob. Hungrily she nipped at Kelly’s chin until the other woman pinned her to the bed once more.

A string of kisses down a toned body that was also still plush, lead to the hem of the athletic pants. Through all of this they had been pushed down and Sharon’s bush was peeking out. Lifting her lover, Kelly pulled the pants around her ass. They and a pair of boxers joined the shirts on the floor.

Despite all of the very wonderful transformation, her friend still had a male set between her curvy bright brown thighs. Her cock was about the same size Kelly remembered it being, but it was also somehow more feminine. The veins were less prominent than before and, like her nipples, the skin had a pink tinge to it that made it seem all the softer. A couple licks had Sharon’s already aroused shaft throbbing and Kelly grinned before sliding her mouth over it.

Sharon gripped the blanket with both hands as Kelly swallowed her whole length in one go.

Working back up slowly, her tongue caressing the bottom side, Kelly moaned at having her favorite dick once more in her mouth. Gripping the base, she bobbed on the tip, her lips caressing the soft, springy skin. Already Sharon was leaking pre-cum, the taste much sweeter than Kelly remembered.

“Not that it’s my—ah!—business, but just how much—mmm—cock have you sucked since mine?”

Kelly let go with a pop and laughed. “A few, why?”

“You are SO much better than before.”

A blush spread as Kelly grinned. “All for you. You know that, right?”

It was Sharon’s turn to blush. “What?”

“When we first hooked up, it was like a damn broke inside me. I had never thought of you sexually until that night we kissed and now? I cant get you out of my head. I thought about you every day I was waiting for the day you’d be inside me, so I kept getting better at all the coaxing, encouraging things. Now though, it seems sort of silly.”

“No, not at all.” Sharon shifted so that she could lean over, her hands moving to cup Kelly’s face. “There is a reason I told you first, I really do love you, Kelly and I’m happy you feel the same.”

“Oh, um…” She bounced up to kiss Sharon again to cover for not knowing what to say. The contact was still hungry, but there was a depth there now. A connection finally forged in shared feelings. A bitten tongue, a deep moan accompanied with bodies pushing closer.

Once more Sharon was on her back, Kelly swung around and planted herself on the other woman’s face as she resumed her enthused fellatio. Sharon pulled her open and caressed skin warm and slick with a tongue that was even more dexterous than before. Both women began to rock against the others face as their lust for each other began to boil.

Kelly was watching when Sharon’s cute little sack twitched and pulled tight. She anticipated the feeling of warm and sticky in her mouth and pulled back just as the first throbbing pulse hit her in the back of the throat. Eyes closed in bliss, she gulped it down without thought as another pulse coated her tongue.

The choker began to get warm and the room filled with a pulsing blue light, but neither woman noticed. With each shot she swallowed, the light got brighter. A heat she thought was building towards an orgasm spread to Kelly’s fingers and toes. Every inch of her felt tingly, her body starting to hitch with each pass of Sharon’s tongue until she was vibrating.

Sharon realized something was happening first as Kelly’s thighs began to thicken around her. Within moments Kelly’s lower half was back to how big it had been before. The feeling of boob growing against her stomach made her lie back.

“Kelly. Kelly! You’re growing!”

Kelly’s eyes popped open and she rolled off Sharon. There was noticeably more of her than there had been a moment ago. The hourglass build she had before had returned as if she had never given it up and had just happened to get taller instead. Her armful of tit-flesh rested on the gentle slope of a stomach with the shadows of abs that hinted at a growing work out routine. The curve spread to wide hips, each braced with a handful of faded pale ridges.

Sharon did not hesitate in attacking her lover’s larger boobs, her lips pressed to puffy aureole and tongue wrapped around a fat nipple. Kelly pulled the choker off over her head and set it next to the bracelets. Looking at the plastic rings, she felt an idea dawn.

Palming both she slid the red one around Sharon’s still hard sex and pressed the green one into her own. Sharon looked up at her in surprise and bit her lip, but did not say no. The telltale tingle washed over her as there was a flash of green light as they were swapped.

Unlike how it looked on Sharon, Kelly’s cock was unquestionably manly. It was also bigger than it had ever been while attached to Aaron. Wrapping her hand around it felt different from before, and not just because she could feel her grip. Foremost, it was half again as long as her palm when it had just barely outside her grasp a moment ago. It was definitely thicker as well, her thumb just over her finger tips instead of her knuckles. Then there was the weight!

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