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I am an Indian guy married for 7 years. I had written this story for my wife Avanti. This story was the beginning of some very exciting things that have happened in our sex life.
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The year is 2112 AD.

Humans have made great strides in technologies around space exploration and have found 2 planets that have life on them. While the form of life on one planet is pretty basic (micro-oraganisms with one or 2 cells), the other planet – Parnova, has life in forms that are closer to what is there on earth.

Parnova is a lot like earth, with water, plants, trees, animals and the most advanced of all species on Parnova – Navis (No tails as shown in the movie). Navis, though as intelligent as humans, have not yet interfered much with nature on their planet.

It has only been 5 years since humans landed on Parnova and started exploring and discovering things about the planet and life on it. United Nations Space Exploration Organization is running various programmes that aim at helping the Navis make their lives better. The UNSEO wanted the human civilazation and Navi civilization to establish a synergistic relationship.

On Earth, colleges and universities have started courses that teach all that is known about Parnova. These courses have become a great rage among the youth all across the globe. A career in any of the programs run by UNSEO for Parnova is a very lucrative job, for which only the brightest are selected from the best of educational institutions.

You, Avanti Patel, a 22 years old girl from India, have become the first from your country to be selected for one of the projects to be executed on Parnova. You’re one of the 15 girls on the project that will be kick-started in the US. The relentless media coverage has made you almost a celebrity back home.

For the training, you land in USA, which still is the most powerful nation in the world. You are stunned by the beauty of each of the 15 girls selected from across the globe. You had expected geeky looking girls and were confident that you would definitely stand out with your near perfect figure and good looks. But each of the 15 girls is equally good looking if not better.

For months the group of girls is taught about different life forms of Parnova, the constituents of its atmosphere, the weather changes. Each of you also undergoes strict physical training. Apart from written tests and physical tests you also have weekly medical check-ups. At the end of the training, 5 are selected to be the first ones who will set foot on Parnova and you’re really happy to be one of the 5. All girls, including the ones who couldn’t make it, are curious about the selection criteria but nothing is disclosed.

Finally the day arrives when you leave for Parnova and join the human task force that has been stationed their for 2 years. The space shuttle takes around a week to get to Parnova.

The other girls pull your legs a bit for being very excited as you are the only one with no experience of travelling in space.

When the shuttle lands you find the place absolutely stunning. It appears to be straight out of a fairy tale picture book. The girls are taken around the huge human work station that had been put up. The work station was hidden from Navis and all humans were to be confined to the boundaries of the station, only exception being the Navi avatars that the humans drive.

The next day, all 5 of you are shown the avatars. Having watched videos and pictures of Navi women during your prep course was one thing but these avatars are the most beautiful that the girls have ever seen.

The girls are all awestruck & almost breathless at seeing the most gorgeous creatures. Each of the 5 girls is assigned one avatar. All agree that it is your avatar that is looking the sexiest. Her blue skin has a sheen on it. The body is more curvaceous than the average Na’vi woman and yet looks very athletic with a narrow waist and never-ending toned legs.

You’re then shown the avatar interface pods. You have to enter these and wear the brain reader which carries signals to and fro between the brain of the human driver and the avatar. You are asked to practice getting into the Avatar interface Pod. It is told that once the avatars are activated control over your thought process will prove to be very difficult. You will be reacting to the signals that the avatar’s body sends to your brain and these signals may be very different, much more intense, much more weird than what you have experienced as a human.

You practice moving around the avatars inside the human station. You liven up your avatar and are really enjoying walking around in that amazingly hot body. Though Navis are bigger than humans, they are much lighter and stronger. They can leap high into the air and stay mid-air for a good 15-20 seconds. Gravitational force of Parnova is 2/3rd of earth’s gravity.

The day you’re about to be set free as the Avatar, the instructor (38 yrs old lady who looks much giresun escort younger) speaks to the 5 of you. She tells you that once the task has begun there’s no way you can opt out. The assignment is absolutely critical for the whole Pernova initiative and all the hopes rest on you 5 girls. On being asked about the details she says they will be disclosed as required. She orders all of you to enter the interface boxes.

You are told that initially you’ll be able to hear the instructor’s voice to navigate but only till a certain point.

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The Adventure Begins
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All 5 of you run out. Your bodies feel only about 15-20kgs due to lesser gravity. You keep telling the instructor where you have reached and keep following her directions. It’s dark and will remain so… for months… as Pernova doesn’t rotate… just revolves around its sun.

All of you reach a blue pond with a lot of trees around it. You are told to enter the pool & exit from the opposite side. The liquid feels cold & is viscous and thick as a light oil. Once out of it, you realize that your body is now hot. You suddenly start feeling high and very very aroused… You start feeling your breasts… the skin of the avatar is pretty different from human skin… It feels as smooth as glass with almost no friction… it does not wrinkle or move… as it is not merely a layer but a part of the tissue covering the skeleton.

You run your hand down over your narrow waist and slide your hand over the vagina. You feel a warm jelly like secretion all around your opening. There’s a sensuous sweet fragrance all around. You smell the fingers & realize that it’s smell of the secretion. There’s silence all over & a low humming sound is all you can hear.

You state of arousal is just getting higher… You slide 2 of your fingers into the opening… & realize that like the clitoris in the human body there is a ring right at the opening of the vagina that is extremely erogenous. You finger-fuck yourself with the other hand moving all over your body… from face… breasts… belly… hips… inside of legs… completely oblivious of the other girls… who are pretty much in the same state…

You have never felt so excited ever before. There is some similarity between the Navi sexual experience and the human one, but this one is much more intense.

You kneel down while doing yourself & soon are lying belly down… writhing… moaning… with one hand between the legs… rubbing the clitoral ring and the opening. You slide forward slowly… moaning… & gasping… Suddenly you feel something cold come in contact with your shoulder… It’s a tree… that has very few leaves left on it and has gone grey with only a few patches of green. The trunk of the tree is like that of a banana tree…

You crawl up the tree trunk… that feels cold… bringing your neck, your breasts, your belly, the vagina and the insides of your legs in full contact with it… You badly need something to fill up your vagina and fuck you hard… The cold smooth hard trunk pressed against your feverishly hot body excites you even more…

You start rubbing your whole self against the trunk… smearing it with the jelly like secretion from your pussy… the pace of your pelvis sliding up and down keeps increasing… you throw back your head in ecstasy & groan aloud… with the muscles in your vagina twitching… You stand wrapped around the trunk… panting…

You feel something cold creeping up your right leg from the roots… it looks like a leafless vine stem… with a thick girth… and a rounded end (like a thick cucumber)… it’s making a vibrator-like whirring sound… with its rapid movement. In a moment the rounded end is up till your knee… Your instinct makes you feel a little scared of the moving object and you start climbing the trunk rapidly… but it keeps creeping up the tree with you at the same pace…

The tree is very tall and you are running out of breath… The cold rounded head is now brushing against the inside of your lower thigh… Either your tiredness or your desire to feel more of this strange thing against your body is making you slow down… The head is now touching all of your right thigh… A part of you now wants to stop… and let it move all over you… you want to use it to satiate the extreme thirst for sex you are feeling inside you.

But you still continue climbing… the end of the vine stem is now an inch away from your vaginal opening… You are now loving the vibration of the stem between your legs… As the end comes in contact with your vaginal opening you just freeze… It tears into you… stretching your cunt… making you feel completely filled…

You let go of your arms that were around the tree… the vine sways… you are just not aware of the height at which you are… You just grab the end of the stem with both your hands as you don’t want it to leave your vagina… yalova escort wanting it to keep you filled forever…

The vine slowly unwinds from the tree as it lowers & makes you sway in all directions… while you have your eyes closed… In a smooth last movement it lays you down on the ground… & starts shaking… with the end inside you… Your legs are spread apart with hands still holding the vine… wanting it to continue forever… The vine is moving with enough force to push your body upwards with every shove… making your upper body arch upwards… You’re just fucked out of your senses… your vaginal muscles are clenching the head as it recedes after every shove… clenching it hard enough to pull your whole body with it…

As you continue getting mauled by this unknown thing… you learn to match the muscle contraction with the rhythmic motion of the vine… Once the vine head fills you… you clench it… & get dragged down… you release your muscles as it enters you and pushes you… Soon you find yourself shaking hysterically… as if in a fit… screaming uncontrollably. You feel light cramps in your muscles all over… You have never felt this kind of ecstatic pleasure ever…

The sensations are too much for you to take and you scream out… “NOOOOOOOOoooooo… ” and yet actually you want it to go on… The vine stem finally stops… and recedes… leaving you lying there… completely blank… with no life in your limbs… you soon pass out…

Your human form is called back by your instructor. She is standing beside you with one hand resting lovingly on your cheek… You feel your head is very heavy. You somehow manage to mutter a few words “Ma’am… what… was… happening… there?”

“Relax Avanti… I’ll answer all the questions”. The instructor says. She switches on a screen that plays a video.

The instructor continues, “Life on Pernova is at risk… All organisms have almost stopped reproducing… Many tribes have already come to an end… including Omaticaya… “

“How are we going to help them?” you ask.

“You’ll need to reach the Sacred tree. If things work, you might be able to infuse vitality again in all living beings on this planet… like you have done with the grey tree just now. Remember, it’s a network everything on this planet is connected with. The inter-species interactions here are much stronger. The tree there got aroused by you… It is rare but it can happen… if the attraction is too strong.”

The instructor comes close to you and caresses your face with the back of her hand and continues to explain. “Creatures there will face strong attraction towards you. The sexual hormones in both your human body and the avatar are at a very very high levels. The Navis appear much more attractive as the hormones inside them grow. And because of that your avatar must be the SEXiest thing they have ever seen.”

She looks at the other 4 interface pods in the area and says, “Out of the 5 gals only you and Joanna could arouse the grey lifeless trees… and Joanna just could not take it. She had to be brought back from the Avatar much before the tree was satisfied.”

She looks into your eyes and in a lower tone says,

“We simply don’t know what it is going to be like from now on. All we can do is help you be in this state which gives you the best chance to succeed… “

She starts to walk out and orders, “Take Avanti out… and keep loving her till it’s time for her to go back… we need to keep her hormones flowing.”

You are picked up by very strong muscular arms… though you still find opening your eyes difficult… you can feel that the man carrying you is enormously strong… his strong shoulders are very wide… the chest muscles are very huge… and hard…

He stops at a point and lays you down on a raised table-like structure. Your clothes, the military trousers and tank top, your bra and panties are gently taken off in seconds. As both the upper and lower garments were taken off at the same time, you know there are at least 2 men near you.

You are now lying naked in this semi-conscious state. You feel both your arms and your legs being spread out. Your wrists and ankles are tied with soft ropes. Your hands and feet can only move a couple of inches. You feel your heart beating faster… in anticipation of all that could happen from here. All… that you don’t have any control over.

You feel toes on both your feet being sucked at the same time… You feel tongues lick both your wrists… the tongues move from the wrists to the elbows in slow long strokes… Ones below are now licking the soles of your feet… all the 4 mouths are moving really slow…

The tongues below are now licking you the outer side of your leg from ankles to the side of the knees… while those above lick you from the elbows to the shoulders… the sides of the neck… to the ears…

Now you are being yozgat escort licked on the outer sides from the knees to the pelvic bone… the other tongues are moving from the shoulder… to your breasts… making circles around your breasts… and sides of your belly… Every millimeter on your breasts is licked… but the nipples that have hardened are not touched at all…

The tongues are licking you gently… making you ache for a stronger touch… you want your breasts to be squeezed… Suddenly the mouths open wider wide & strongly suck in big parts of your breasts. You let out a moan. With rapid movements the men create vacuum in their mouths and release it… 20-30 times… leaving your breasts red… and your nipples bigger and harder…

Now only one man is touching you body. He leaves a trail of wet kisses… from the breasts… to your flat stomach… As it starts moving down from the navel the pace slows down… the kisses are longer…

Many slow long kisses are planted on the line from the navel to the top of your vagina… You want your pussy to be fucked hard… and raise it every now and then trying to touch his mouth… but the man does not let that happen… Finally… he reaches there… and gently licks your vaginal lips… without parting them… You are dying to be touched there… with some pressure… but the man stops. There is absolute silence… for a long minute…

You are waiting… for one of them… or anybody… to come and fill you… fuck you hard… You hear some movement now… a hot dick is run along your vaginal slit… getting wet in your juices… it presses your swollen clitoris… It moves away as you raise your hips to make it enter you…

You open your eyes with some difficulty… Your view is hazy initially & then clears… It’s a dimly lit area… There are 4 men around you and are completely naked…

2 of the men are the best looking men you have seen. Tall bodies with just the right muscular tone… One of these 2 is sitting between your legs and teasing you by touching his dick to your clit… and sliding it along the length of your very wet pussy… The other is standing near you…

Their dicks are long and with average thickness.

2 men are sitting on stools in the back ground… They are wearing masks… and have huge bodies… Their dicks are completely erect and vertically positioned… The lengths of their penis is as much as the 2 handsome men… but the girth is much more…

The gorgeous man near you brings his dick near your mouth… brushes your cheek gently with his hand… He touches your lips… and takes it away as you open your mouth… These men tease you… without entering either your pussy or your mouth…

The man between your legs now makes a position that one takes for doing push-ups… Nothing from his body is touching you… he lowers his body slowly… and as his hard chest is only inches away from your stiff nipples… and his perfect face is near yours, the head of his long dick enters your wet pussy… He stops… with only the head of his dick inside you… and takes it out slowly… After a pause he comes down… to make the head enter you and moves back… You are totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty… and are looking right into his eyes… pleading him with your eyes to enter you completely…

This torture of yours goes on… for what seemed to you like a very long time… He withdraws… leaving you completely thirsty… The 2 good looking men untie you… and one of the masked men picks you up from the raised structure… You feel tiny in his arms… He sits back on the stool and makes you sit astride on his lap… you feel his hot huge penis throbbing under you…

He puts his big hand under you and swiftly picks you up with no effort… straightens his huge rod… and lowers you over it… He now removes his hands that were under your butts… and holds you by your waist… Letting your weight make you go down on his huge dick… Your vagina is completely stretched… yet the big swollen head of his dick is not completely inside… You try to place your feet on his big thighs to give you support and stop his huge dick from stretching your pussy further…

But he removes your feet… and this time pulls you down from the waist… You scream out loud as the head of his dick enters you… Your pussy is wrapped very very tightly around his massive dick… He puts his hands under your buttocks again and starts picking you and lowering you slowly… The 2 handsome men come and stand by your sides… You hold their long dicks in each hand and press your hard nipples and breasts with them…

Now your stretched muscles are getting a bit used to moving over the big dick… and you are getting a lot of pleasure… You open your mouth and take each of the dicks in your mouth one by one… You are breathing hard and your breasts are heaving… The men standing beside you keep squeezing your breasts gently…

After some time, the sitting man stands up carrying you on his hands… and lays you down on the floor… with his dick remaining inside you… he raises your legs… and starts mauling your pussy at maddening pace… You want this brutal ravishing of yours to go on… You want the monster to keep coming and banging your pussy hard…

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Christa moaned at the feeling of his long, hot tongue licking her wet pussy pushing her closer to her orgasm. His hot breath fanned her vulva creating the most sinful sounds to come out of her vocal cords. Adira licked and nibbled on the angel’s outer lips, his sharp teeth gently scraping against her skin. Christa put a hand over her face as a way to hide her shame, the dragon chuckled at this and parted her fold with his thumbs.

Adira blew into her hole causing the poor angel to scream his name, he stuck his tongue into her wet, silky hole. He moaned at the taste and he shoved his tongue deeper into Christa’s pussy until he was licking her cervix. Christa was shaking now overwhelmed with pleasure, her lungs were heaving as her body was washed over with pleasure.

“Fuck” the angel said as that felt like the appropriate response for what just happened. Adira laughed. It was always funny when Christa cursed, she always talked about how profanity was beneath her and that cussing was a sign of poor vocabulary. The dragon pulled his tongue out of the angel’s wet pussy and crawled up to her eye level, he gave the angel a small smirk before he committed the unholy act of licking her face, spearing a mixture of cum and dragon saliva all over her nose and cheeks. Christa pushed him away in disgust and grabbed her discarded shirt to wipe her face, Adira laughed and got up from the bed.

“That was fun,” he laughed as he raised his hand above his head and stretched, groaning as he did so “Welp time for work” the dragon declared.

“What time will you be home?” Christa asked as she eyed Adira’s large romp, it seemed to be getting bigger every day not that the angel was complaining she rather enjoyed his fat butt almost as much as she enjoyed his muscular thighs.

“Not until morning, düzce escort I have a date with Valmett,” the dragon said, referring to his other lover.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked, turning back to her, giving Christa a very delicious view of his small breast and toned abs.

“Sure,” Christa answered, wiping the last bit of spit and cum from her face.

“I have some packages coming in and I need you to get them for me, can you do that?” Adira asked Christa, nodded, and with that, the dragon went to go shower.

Christa sighed and laid her head on her desk, Adira left 2 hours ago and Christa was bored out of her mind. She was so used to Adira hanging around her that she didn’t know what to do with herself when he wasn’t around. It seems that every time Christa isn’t around the demonic creature she develops these…urges, these…desires. Her desires are sinful, much like her sinful lover, like him her desires insist on defining the laws of the universe. The angel groaned and got up from the desk. She can’t work in her condition. The Priestess was right when she said that Adira was a distraction.

Christa silently walked back to her room greeting her fellow angels along the way, when she finally got to her chamber she shut her door hoping she could hide from God’s all-seeing eye. The last thing she wanted was for god to witness the heinous act she was going to commit, the angel solemnly walked over to the clothing bin and began to dig through it. She didn’t have to dig far as the objects of her desire weren’t too deep, Christa pulled out two things, a sports bra and a matching set of briefs. They were still a little damp from Adira’s workout this morning, she held them up to her face and took a deep sniff moaning edirne escort as the smell of old sweat permitted her nostrils. It was heavenly, how could something so demonic be so divine, surely she won’t be punished for something as small as smelling some sweaty underwear?

And with that thought, Christa began stripped eager to indulge in her desires but a thought crossed her mind; would one pair of sweaty briefs be enough?

The angel shook her head and she once again looked through the dirty clothes bin, Adira often got aroused in the middle of the night, and with that came leakage. His pussy and ass would leak juices that were hot to the touch and when he leaked it got bad fast, at one point it got so bad that when Christa woke up her bed was soaked in dragon slick. After a few minutes of searching, she found the slick-drenched panties from this morning along with a few others from the previous nights. In total, the Angel held four pairs of undergarments and one sports bra. Her collection was almost complete, Christa walked over to the bed and grabbed a black pillow–Adira’s pillow. The angel quickly removed her clothes and grabbed her vibrator from the nightstand, the angel rarely ever masturbated as self-pleasure is sinful but surely god would understand.

The angel lay on the bed and spread her legs wide, the cold air hit her hairless pussy making her body shudder. Christa brought one of the undergarments to her nose and inhaled the musty scent of her lover. This is the part of Christa she would never show to someone not even Adira, she was just too ashamed of her fetish. If Adira knew how much the angel got off to the smell of his sweat he would no doubt be disgusted, so as she turned the vibrator on and slowly elazığ escort brought it up to her eager clit she was doing so fully expecting her god to smite her so she wouldn’t have to live with her sins. Christa moaned as she imagined Adira sitting on her face and grinding his furry pussy against her nose and mouth.

The smell of the dragon’s warm juices filled her nose and clouded her mind as she smothered the slick-soaked panties all over her face. She imagined what it would feel like to have her head in between her lover’s muscular thighs as he tried to bring himself to a finish. She imagined the kind of sound he would make when he realized his pathetic attempts at an orgasm were all for not. And then she imagined flipping him over and shoving her face in between his slimy folds and making him scream her name. Before she knew it her orgasm was just a step away and she changed out her vibrator for a large golden dildo.

Christa was panting wildly as she turned over on her stomach and used her god-given magic to levitate the dildo a few inches away from her wanting pussy. She placed one of Adira’s panties in her mouth and slammed the dildo into her dripping pussy, driving a moan from her muffled mouth. Christa gripped at the silk sheets as she fucked herself imagining it was Adira who was pounding at her tight pussy. She could feel a tightness forming in her abdomen as it slowly made its way to her curled toes and across the rest of her body.

She let out one more muffled moan before her body gave into the crashing wave of her orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as if she was having a seizure as her orgasm rocked her body and soul. Christa whaled into the panty gag as she wished for her dreams to one day become a reality, she would give anything to have her sinful prayers answered if it meant she could have her face deep in between Adira’s ass cheeks.

When the Angle had finally calmed down from her orgasm and cleaned up her mess she spent the rest of her night in the temple of Soria repenting for her sins.

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Female POV

CMNF

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Space zombies had to be one of the worse weapons ever devised. Combat drugs were normally designed with serious safety protocols in place to give someone a boost for a few minutes, perhaps an hour, without long terms negative effects. It was truly amazing and terrifying what those drugs were capable of when the user’s long term wellbeing was no longer a concern, I thought with clinical detachment as I watched that thing that had been Corporal Taylor reach its arm stump through the shattered fragments of the door. He had taken his own lower arm off with a vibo-blade in his final moments as Corporal Taylor in some desperate last attempt to stop the spread of the infection from where his hand had been bitten.

I could clearly see its radius and the ulna, the two bones of the forearm sticking out of the stump as it howled in rage, unable to reach me for the time being. The wrist and its bones were missing from the left hand. No scaphoid, lunate, triquetral, pisiform, trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, or hamate. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I realized my subconscious mind was trying to force me to think about my medical training, force me to think about anything other than the things on the other side of that door, force tekirdağ escort the terror out before it got me killed. I tried to take a deep breath. Hold it for a few seconds, slooooowly breath out my nose. ‘Be calm or be dead’, those words echoing into my head, the first and last days advise spoken by the orientation instructors back in the day.

I stood on the opposite side of the door observing them. I was almost naked. I had been bathing when the outbreak first started. I had lost the towel I was using earlier on and had never been able to make it back to my quarters. They displayed none of the normal reactions I would expect from men seeing a woman in the nude. They continued to force the door. Howling, a look of murderous psychotic rage in their eyes.

My breasts bounced as I walked across the room to the comms station. The normal human male response would be to notice, to look down at my bouncing mammary glands. Instead their eyes stared at me like some type of predatory, staving wolf watching its prey. It was some how worse than being ogled by the male gaze. Whatever made them human was gone, what was left was a soulless rage filled monster that wanted nothing but to kill.

The only thing I had on tokat escort was Corporal Taylor’s holster with his gun and knife. I turned the video monitor on and started to give my report. At any other time, I would have tried combing my hair down over my exposed chest or maybe covering myself with my hands. I was too overcome with fear and exhaustion to worry about someone seeing my breasts. I had never thought of my self as an exhibitionist. It just didn’t matter anymore.

Plus, I had been trying to run from these things for hours in the nude. My breasts were 32DD, they had the size and firmness of ripe melons. There were so many times and places where that might be a good thing, trying to run for my life without a sports bra on was not one of them. My chest hurt from the bouncing, More than once I had thought I had given myself a black eye.

From what I could tell, someone had taken some mix of combat drugs, stripped them of every safety protocol they had before integrating them with some type of chemical cocktail that induced an artificial, rapid onset, hyper-aggressive rage state. Something was also causing an uncanny valley effect, the faces on those things no longer looked complete human. Instead they seemed trabzon escort to be unsettling enough that they deliberately induced an emotional response of terror, an automatic flight response to their presence.

His blood was clotting blueish green, instead of the normal human red. Same as the other infected. Whatever this was, it was not the stranded Viral Zombie Fever, VZF didn’t cause a person blood to change colors or become aggressive in mere minutes after infection.

There was no way any pirate band would have skill sets, funding, and equipment to put together such a bio-weapon. It was a brilliant strategy. We would all be dead but the material resources of the mining colony would be unharmed, free for the taking.

I quickly recorded my observations into the data log and distress beacon. I might not make it out of this, but news of what had happened here would I thought, still trying to slowly control my breathing.

More pieces splintered off the door as they continued to hammer away. It was a miracle of modern engineering that it still held together at all.

Even now, I could not bring myself to look down to my lower leg. To see if the wound was bleeding red from a cut from the debris I had stumbled over or bleeding blueish green from a bite from one of those things. The door started to give way. I stated laughing as I drew the late Corporal’s gauss pistol in one hand and vibo-blade in the other, I had spent the last ten minutes terror-stricken, wondering if I was bleeding red or blue-green blood, in a few moments it likely would not matter either way.

To be continued…

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Sybil hurried to the space cruiser Pacifica’s control room as instructed. The need for a pilot was urgent. She passed all her quick physical exams and received several shots of different neural active chemicals in preparation for her merging with the space cruiser’s biocomputer. The young and attractive red headed woman wore a black nano-link pilot’s suit that hugged her body tightly like latex.

As Sybil stepped in she observed two medical technicians swiftly carry out another pilot, a catatonic man dressed in the same type of black suit. The other pilot’s eyes were dilated and his limp tongue hung out of his mouth. Steam was visibly rising out of his body. She began to wonder if volunteering for this assignment had been a good idea.

Inside the darkly illuminated control room was a tall blond haired man wearing the white uniform of a computer technician. The computer tech looked hurried and annoyed. He was busily making adjustments on a computer screen as Sybil approached him and he noticed her.

“Flight Lieutenant 1st Class, Sybil Jackson?” Asked the computer tech.

“Affirmative, sir. Reporting for duty, sir.” Sybil said as she offered a salute.

“I’m Capt. Bernard Holmes, Command Computer Technician, duty officer. We don’t have time to waste, please take your seat on the command chair, Lieutenant Jackson.” Bernard said.

“Sir,” Sybil nodded and stepped up to command chair.

In the center of the room was the space cruiser’s command chair. A large black and silver chair of robotic arms, wires and cables. Attached to the head rest of the chair was a helmet closely resembling a bug’s head which housed electrodes that would connect brain into the chair. Sybil climbed into the seat that buzzed electronically and reacted to her presence by attempting to tighten around her body. Once she settled into a comfortable position, Sybil felt the chair padding press against her as robotic arms quickly attached cables and wires to the suit around her body. The helmet descended on her head and began connecting electrodes and wires to her.

“You’re a beta class rated pilot, correct?”

“Affirmative, sir.”

“In the command room we may dispense with the formalities,” said Capt. Bernard. “Have you been fully briefed on our mission?”

“Yes. Flight Command has reported that a refugee transport carrier, the Alabama Summer, ferrying passengers from the planet New Ottawa is experiencing massive and imminent system failure. Space Cruiser Pacifica has been assigned to rendezvous with the Alabama Summer and evacuate all passengers. Unfortunately there are no Alpha Class pilots currently in condition for assuming control of the Pacifica so Flight Command requested volunteers among the Beta Class pilots.”

“Precisely, you have briefed about the danger to your health? Do you fully acknowledge and accept the risk?” Capt. Bernard asked.

“I do, sir.” Sybil replied. “I am confident I can get the job done.”

“Excellent. I will be here to monitor you and guide you through the process. Our time is limited so if you are prepared I will begin the process immediately.” Capt. Bernard said as he finished adjustments to the controls on the command chair.

“I’m ready to proceed,” Sybil said.

Capt. Bernard manipulated his computer control console and activated the first state of the brainwave synchronization process that would put Sybil in control of space cruiser Pacifica. The first stage of coupling between Sybil and the space cruiser’s biocomputer began with Sybil experiencing a sensation of energy building up around her. The vibrations of the chair and the gentle massaging of energy pulsating from electrodes in her pilot suit gave Sybil pleasurable chills.

“Oh wow that’s nice,” Sybil sighed.

Sybil gazed contentedly at Capt. Bernard as her mind began to be cybernetically mated to space cruiser’s mainframe biocomputer. “They didn’t tell me it would feel this stimulating.”

“Some first timers have reported feeling a buzz.” Capt. Bernard replied. “Just go easy okay? Your only a star fighter pilot and not fully qualified for this but since all our cruiser pilots are sick with Martian Ice Flu we have to go with you.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m a professional” Sybil said after a quick glance to see if Capt. Bernard was looking and spread her legs open and rubbed her hand against her aching crotch.

“Gawd, this biocomputer is getting me hot.” Sybil whispered as she gave herself to the electronics.

Sybil was seated in the pilot’s command chair on board the space cruiser Pacifica. Thick cables snaked all along her body connecting her and the suit to the command chair. Her every nerve ending on her skin was nano-linked to the ship’s computer.

“Brainwave synchronization bursa escort commencing now,” Capt. Bernard said as he typed keys on the computer display. “You might find it disturbing.”

“Yes. Give it to me.” Sybil murmured.

Sybil experienced a sensation very much like her brain was being sucked through a straw. What a thrill it was to be disembodied by the machine. The space cruiser’s biologically based supercomputer contained a massive amount of computing power, greater then anything silicon could produce of similar size and weight. The biocomputer sat like a giant pink potato in another part of the cruiser, safely housed in a sweet smelling bath of nutrients and neural stimulants. No one felt safe giving the gigantic brains who operated most everything in this future society free will so all the biocomputers required the guiding presence of a trained human mind. Sybil was more familiar with the smaller sized biocomputers such as you found on a star fighter and this was a computer brain of an entirely different magnitude.

“Oh my,” Sybil cooed as the biocomputer attempted to synchronize brainwave patterns with her. The biocomputer, accustomed to pilots with more supple brains, tugged aggressively at her psyche–sending waves of signals through her brain. “Its rough, I like it.”

“Brainwave patterns synchronizing. Good job.” Capt. Bernard said taking little notice of Sybil’s intoxication as he gazed at a computer display.

The feeling of being abused was exquisite to Sybil. The space cruiser computer roughly pulled her mind out of her body. It violated her sense of self within her own body. What terrestrial could screw her brains out like the mindless biocomputer that acted out of pure instinct? Sybil felt her consciousness being first penetrated then stretched and pulled by the biocomputer trying to mate with her mind and become one. The biocomputer was merciless in stretching her consciousness, she could almost hear it saying: “I’m taking what I want from you now bitch. Your brain is mine.” An alarming quantity of labia fluid came gushing out of her vagina.

“Ahhhh,” Sysbil whimpered.

“Good thing these suits absorb fluids,” thought Sybil.

“Are you okay?” Capt. Bernard glanced back at Sybil.

“I’m fine, don’t stop.” Sybil said with authority.

“Okay, but if you feel any pain or discomfort you let me know so I can slow things down. This isn’t a shuttle sized biocomputer, this is a heavy space cruiser biocomputer were talking about, the biggest Earth makes.” Said Capt. Bernard.

“I’m fine–I don’t mind a little pain,” replied Sybil while she licked her lips in anticipation. “Just don’t stop.”

Capt. Bernard eyed Sybil warily.

Slowly but progressively Sybil’s body was becoming the space cruiser. The great pink brain in the center of the space cruiser seized Sybil’s mind and made her part of it. Nothing could prepare her for the extent of her violation and penetration. Every cell in her body was touched and scanned by the biocomputer, her every sense caressed down to the tips of every last synapse. Sybil’s world shook from the cataclysmic euphoria she never thought possible. Sybil clenched her teeth. Her body convulsed and tightened violently at the extent of her pleasure and she lost focus and the feeling of oneness with the space cruiser slipped away.

“Damn it,” Capt. Bernard cursed. “Your vital signs are moving into the red zone. Are you planning to give yourself a stroke? Do you want to die? You were instructed to go easy.”

“Sorry,” Sybil wheezed. “I’ve got everything under control now.”

“You damn well better,” Capt. Bernard went back to his console. “I don’t have time for another pilot to be wheeled down to the infirmary like the guy who last volunteered to do this.”

“Just do your job and I’ll do mine,” Sybil said as she focused her thoughts on synchronization with the biocomputer.

Reaching for the biocomputer with her mind like a lover on a bed, Sybil invited the biocomputer to invade herself, to take possession of her. The biocomputer brain, more primeval then a human brain, consumed her with savage intensity. Immediately Sybil felt disembodied by the biocomputer again. Her consciousness floated in empty space, liberated and free.

“Do me,” Sybil whispered to the biocomputer while she focused on enticing it to her. “Come on big boy, enter me, take me, make me yours–I’m here.”

The biocomputer engulfed Sybil’s consciousness and penetrated her more fully then anything she ever wildly imagined. She felt every cell in her body was being fucked, as if a million dicks were reaming her at light speed. To Sybil it was sweet violation. The biocomputer mated with Sybil’s çanakkale escort brain, becoming one with her. Sybil thought that surely there could be no more complete union than this.

Slowly again she felt herself being spread out on to the space cruiser. It felt exhilarating to her beyond what she thought possible. Sybil exalted in the feeling of power from of the great nuclear fission drives exploding in her bosom. She became attuned to the feeling of gravity and light around her like waves of an ocean. And Sybil grew aware of the many human life forms, the crew of the Pacifica, living inside her and pulsating pleasurably in her body.

It was almost too much for Sybil who reveled in the experience. She was completely unaware of Capt. Bernard the computer tech as he shouted out warnings of her being dangerously close to cardiac arrest. Sybil was preoccupied with being absorbed by the biocomputer. Sybil and the space cruiser were merging, closer then any lover could and Sybil found it a truly euphoric experience. The million systems and sub-systems of the space cruiser became apparent to her. She could feel the heave of the automatic life support systems in her lungs. The biocomputer was automatically matching the space cruiser’s functions to the approximately similar bodily functions Sybil possessed.

At first it was all too daunting to comprehend the myriad of controls but Sybil’s mind was assisted by the biocomputer and it became easier and easier. Most delightful was her rising awareness of the space cruiser’s sensor arrays. She saw things across the many spectrums of sound, light and gravity in unimaginable clarity. The stars did not shine white, they were actually a rainbow of colors she was completely unaware of and they bombarded her with sensationally silky waves of radiation.

“I am complete,” said Sybil who was now the space cruiser.

“Good gawd, Sybil. I was about to pull the plug,” Capt. Bernard said with exasperation.

“Not Sybil anymore, I am Pacifica.” Said the conjoined Sybil-Space Cruiser.

“Oh right,” Bernard stuttered. “Sorry Pacifica.”

“No need to worry, Capt. Bernard.” Sybil said calmly. “Let us proceed with the rescue operation.”

“Yes, of course.” Capt. Bernard replied as he turned back to his computer screen.

Sybil smiled. In a instant she had reviewed Capt. Bernard’s entire file that was stored within the biocomputer’s memory. She knew all about his failure to pass the pilot training and why he ended up regulated to merely assisting pilots. She detected it was inability to completely surrender himself to the biocomputer that prevented his success. There was much she knew about him instantly. With the ship’s sensors she could read his biorhythms as if they were text. He was jealous of her, turned on by her, scared of her, proud of her, intimated by her sexuality and desirous of her.

Sybil’s mind had expanded enough that part of her could entertain itself exploring the life of Capt. Bernard while another part focused on propelling the space cruiser Pacifica forward through space in the direction of the rendezvous.

The Pacifica, which Sybil felt she had become, was a gigantic space cruiser shaped very much like a watermelon. It rolled and pitched forward through space at Sybil’s command and she reveled in the amazing feeling of freedom in space.

“You will not be able to plot the course on your own because of your inexperience with usage of the star charts and course projection algorithms.” Capt. Bernard told Pacifica. “The processing power of the biocomputer won’t help you there, so I will be linking to you using Sybil as an intermediary.”

“Affirmative, Capt. Bernard.” Sybil said.

Capt. Bernard took his seat at a lesser command chair by the main command chair and linked himself in a way similar to how Sybil had earlier. Once connected, Capt. Bernard typed in key commands and began linking himself to the Sybil aspect of Pacifica’s consciousness.

While floating in space Sybil became aware of the growing aura of another presence . A ghostly imagine of Capt. Bernard seeped slowly out into the stars. His body appeared naked before, pure consciousness having no need of clothes. Capt. Bernard’s body glowed silver and shined like a star. The Sybil aspect of Pacifica’s mind wondered if Capt. Bernard really had the olympian body she saw in real life under his uniform. Capt. Bernard cyberspace persona started gliding through space in circles around Sybil, coaxing her to follow him. As Sybil spun so to did the space cruiser.

Sybil felt an awesome attraction to the masculine consciousness of Capt. Bernard. Sybil understood it was only a side-effect of the programing rize escort activating the linkage between their minds, but she could not shake the feelings of intimacy it conjured up. Sybil and Capt. Bernard’s minds were dancing through space, coordinating their movements to match each and dancing closer and closer into one another. Though it may merely have been visualization of a course projection algorithm, to Sybil whose mind grabbed hold and danced close to Capt Bernard, it seemed so much more sexual then mathematical. Sybil wrapped her mind around Capt. Bernard who activated her responsiveness in a way that seemed more like the caress of a lover. Their minds united, the programing was completed. Sybil felt copulated by Capt. Bernard and she stared into his eyes. Within Capt. Bernard’s eyes Sybil could see the stars and telemetry, there were the coordinates to the Alabama Summer. She reached for it with her mind and entered Capt. Bernard’s eyes, flying instinctively along the plotted course faster then light speed to reach the Alabama Summer. She exalted in the feeling. Pure power boiled in her innards from the faster then light engines. Speeding through space felt like an eternal orgasm to Sybil who kept pushing and pushing through the intervening stars.

“We have now intercepted the refugee ship Alabama Summer.” Capt. Bernard said breaking Sybil out of her revelry.

Sybil became aware of the ponderous bulk of the disabled Alabama Summer. The refugee carrier ship already had its docking bridge extended for coupling with the Pacifica. Without any further urging from Capt. Bernard, Sybil felt a instinctive urge to mate with the Alabama Summer, to join with the motionless starship. In control of Pacifica’s movements, Sybil reached for the Alabama Summer and automatically the space cruiser’s tractors beams extended like her hands seizing hold of the refugee ship.

The Pacifica and Alabama Summer danced and pirouetted through space, spinning and circling closer together, matching each other’s movements and rotation precisely. At this speed, the two large star ships would shatter each other to fragments should an accidental collision occur. Sybil did not concern herself with such thoughts, however; her only concern was impaling herself as Pacifica on the extended docking bridge. As the drew closer, Sybil moaned slightly as her airlock opened up to meet the docking bridge of the Alabama Summer. At last the two ships were side by side, the docking bridge of the Alabama Summer connected eagerly with the airlock of the Pacifica. Sybil felt an erotic high from the experience of feeling the joining of the two ships. She felt everything as the docking bridge locked itself into place within her and the pressure between the two ships came into balance. When the doors finally opened and spacemen from the Alabama Summer began walking through into the Pacifica she groaned with delight as her sensors analyzed the warm life forms entering her.

“Oh yes, give me your seed.” Sybil moaned.

“Lt. Jackson?” Capt. Bernard said suddenly.

At once Sybil felt a lessening of her connection with the Pacifica. As if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers and broke the spell. Sybil felt the draining away of all the amazing memories of the experience, slipping away as if a dream.

She came to her senses on the command chair. Sybil felt considerably lighter and extremely wet. The helmet on her head came off and she noticed her body was steaming on the chair. Standing close by was Capt. Bernard with a concerned look his face. By the time Sybil blinked a few times and turned to face Capt. Bernard, she had forgotten most of her experience on the command chair.

“That was intense, sir.” Sybil said with exhaustion. “But why am I having trouble remembering the experience.”

“That’s a safety feature of the neural active chemicals you were injected with before you started.” Capt. Bernard said as he began helping Sybil unplug from the chair. “Merger with the ship’s computer is a little too much for most brains to handle so the drugs help eliminate that problem.”

“I must be five pounds lighter.” Sybil said as large amounts of sweat poured off her as she stood up off the chair.

“The computer says you lost six pounds,” Capt. Bernard said helping Sybil off the chair.

“I feel so sleepy,” Sybil said as she hopped off the chair and fell into Capt. Bernard’s arms.

Instinctively, Sybil’s hands ran along Capt. Bernard’s chest and felt with familiarity the body beneath the uniform. For a moment she stood in his arms gazing into his face and looking searchingly into the odd twinkle of his eyes.

“You had better get some rest,” Capt. Bernard said with a cough as he released Sybil.

“Affirmative, sir.” Sybil said as she saluted Capt. Bernard with a smile and headed for the command room exit. “Perhaps you can stop by to check on me in a few hours after I’ve had some rest and show me how to plot a course.”

Capt. Bernard looked nervously at Sybil who winked at him as she stood by the door. He returned a knowing grin.

The End

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Author’s Notes:

This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work wherever it is posted. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2011

The villains in this story are truly evil, and their actions prove it. Some scenes may be disturbing for some readers.

I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.

Please note that the form of witchcraft in my world is not meant to be true Wicca. Nor is it supposed to follow “Charmed” exactly. No offence or confusion is intended.

You should read the preceding chapters of this story in order to know the characters and what is going on. You will find that reading Book I of this story, Danica, will give you a lot of insight into the characters and the continuing storyline.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Evelyn’s eyes widened in surprised wonder as the mists settled to reveal the study in the manor. “What is this place?”

“Home,” Celes answered. “This is our study. We need somewhere safe to put the pieces of this together.”

Ashley pulled out a chair at the large central table and gestured for Evelyn to sit down. “I guess the first thing I want to know is how you recognized the demon when I released it from my power.”

“The tattoo on its chest,” Evelyn answered as she sat down. She ran her fingers through her close-cropped hair. “Jihark demons all look different, but they all have that symbol.”

“Glad to see you alive,” Edna remarked from the doorway as she entered.

Ashley introduced her mentor. “This is Edna. She’s the one that had the premonition.”

Andrea stood up and pulled out a chair for Edna as the old witch approached. Edna offered a nod of thanks and patted the blonde’s hand as she sat down. “Did you say it was a Jihark demon?”

Evelyn nodded. “I remember how scared I was of the description in my Mom’s book when I was a little girl. That symbol is burned into my head from dozens of nightmares.”

Edna frowned. “Your coven isn’t the only one in serious danger, then. Jihark are almost impossible to banish or vanquish. This one will be back, and whoever summoned it to this plane is either extremely foolish, or extremely powerful.”

“The good news never stops,” Celes interjected, and then let out an exasperated sigh.

“Danica called. She said that she’d try again later. She seemed a bit lost in thought.”

Celes, Andrea, and Marlena all looked at each other, knowing that didn’t bode well either. “I think I should cast a farspeak and see what’s bothering Danica.”

The others agreed.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica appeared in a puff of smoke and breathed a sigh of relief as the shadow of a mountain blocked out the burning desert sun. She could have used the Hellgate, but decided to take advantage of a lesser teleportation spell that she’d never really had much opportunity to experiment with. The spell was one that she could cast quickly, and she’d already thought of a few places that she could modify it to quick-cast it using the battle-mage methods she’d learned so long ago at the Forge.

She smiled, thinking that it could never hurt to have a quick way to pop around in the heat of a battle. She crinkled her nose a moment later at the brimstone stench of the lingering smoke, doubting that she would use it anywhere except a battlefield because of that.

The spell had managed to greatly shorten her journey across the remaining desert from the east-most temple of Sekmamun in line-of-sight jumps. Now she stood at the foot of the mountains that marked the disputed boundary between the people of the desert and their rivals.

One look up told her that her journey had barely begun. A few passes and trails were marked on her map, but Harkhuf had warned her that the map was old, and might not be reliable.

That’s where teleporting and flying come in, she thought. Obstacles that might block a normal traveler wouldn’t mean much to her, and she had complete confidence that she would be over the mountains in a day at the most.

Even though she’d left early, it was still nearly noon. That made her think twice about attempting the mountains today, and left her with a conundrum. She’d felt reasonably safe while alone in the desert only because she was almost constantly teleporting, and knew from experience that it was nearly impossible to track someone popping in and out of different dimensions with such a spell.

Now, she faced the prospect of needing to stop, and had no real landmarks that she could use as a pattern to return via a normal teleportation spell. Naturally, the Hellgate was a possibility. Even if she couldn’t remember this spot, she could retrace her route and end up muğla escort in the vicinity eventually.

Since she was stopped anyway, she decided to put the decision out of her mind temporarily to try calling home again.

Celes beat her to it.

‘Danica, can you hear me?’

‘I can hear you,’ Danica responded silently. ‘I was just about to try calling you again.’

‘Are you okay? Edna said that you seemed worried.’

‘I am, but I’m fine. It’s a long story, but Pharaoh won’t be the one to start a war here. I’m heading east to see if I can manage to convince the Emperor to reconsider as well.’

‘Hold on. I’m going to try something.’

‘Okay.’

Danica felt the farspeak magic fade away, and saw the reason for it a second later. Mists swirled, and Celes stepped out from them.

“There are a couple of long stories at home, too.” Celes brought a hand to her forehead and let out a sharp breath. “Damn, but it’s hot.”

“We’re in the shadow of the mountains, but we’re still in the desert. It feels like winter compared to where I came from. Let me set up my tent so we can get out of the heat.”

Celes nodded, and Danica retrieved the magical shelter from her bag of holding.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar felt the black wave of demonic magic pushing against his wards in the cavern deep below the complex. All was finally in place, and the devil had taken the bait. A wave of his hand opened a portal, and a single step brought him to the room of scrying mirrors. One mirror, different from the others, was a new addition to the room. The glass was the color of blood, and framed in bone.

Through the mirror, Ebonar could see through the undead witch’s eyes, not that there was anything to see — yet.

That changed moments later in a burst of hellfire.

The mirror compensated for the sudden brilliance, as did the dead eyes of the witch’s corpse. With a commanding thought, Ebonar sprang the trap. The witch, her tortured soul trapped within corrupted flesh, drew the final rune upon the stone floor.

The wards strengthened tenfold, hiding the cavern from the sight of any form of magical divination save his own. At the same time, the containment circle sprang into being.

The hellspawn instantly understood its folly. All thoughts of retrieving the soul of the witch vanished. Bound by the magic of the circle, the devil raged, bringing its considerable power to bear — all for naught.

“My master will want to have a word with you,” Ebonar said. He dismissed the image in the mirror with a laugh, confident that even the powers of the devil were insufficient to overcome the magic of Zoraster Arias.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The cavern was strangely silent.

Though the portal to the hells still yawned, the screeches and roars of demons emerging had ceased. Meckataur stood before the chasm, as still as a stone statue. Rexxus watched, having no intention of interrupting the powerful devil.

Meckataur had gone beyond the limits of his power. Between calling so many demons into the world and fighting against the gods to tear the portal wider, he had reached too far. Now, the devil asserted his dominance over all the hellspawn that he’d summoned, ensuring that their power belonged to only him.

Then the demon lord would use that newfound power to tear open the rift wider.

A less intelligent demon might have sought to strike the devil now to steal his power. Rexxus was not such a demon. Even though Meckataur’s mind was occupied, he was surrounded by wards established by his pet wizard and cleric. Within that, his own wards protected against betrayal by his human servants.

Only annihilation awaited anyone foolish enough to approach the mighty Meckataur, let alone anyone bent on some form of treachery.

Though ambitious and covetous of the devil’s power, Rexxus had settled into the uneasy truth. None beyond the lords of the hells could match the devil now — and none who stalked this side of the rift.

Even so, a smile spread across Rexxus’ face. The devil still had a weakness — his obsession with the destruction of Egoria, its nobles, and the fey folk. Some day, that obsession could prove his undoing. An intelligent demon could bide his time, and possibly exploit that weakness.

Rexxus was just such a demon.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

“It’s always everything at once, isn’t it?” Celes murmured as Danica finished relaying the news of her visit to the desert. The pair sat on the bed within the magical tent, shielded from the heat outside, sipping fruit juice.

“Maybe I should just come back and see if I can help protect the covens.”

Celes shook her head and shifted a little on the bed. “I don’t like the idea of you going alone, though.”

Danica smiled and said, “I was actually thinking that Marlena could mask us in illusion to make us look like locals, if that would make you feel any better?”

“It would. You’re really ordu escort just trying to find out if there’s anything you can do here, same as we are with the Jihark.” Though the air in the tent was magically cooled against the heat of the desert, it wasn’t that, but a memory that caused Celes to break out into goose bumps.

Danica immediately recognized the reaction. “Are you okay?”

“There’s something else.” After a deep breath, Celes continued, “The girls had been sneaking out, one at a time, and managing to hide it from Edna. We tracked down Danielle to a cave in the mists around the valley.”

The memory of what had happened flashed through Celes’ mind in a rush, and Danica gasped at the same time. Celes could feel the touch of her friend’s thoughts.

“Did you see it?”

Danica nodded, her face a little pale. “Sorry. It was just so strong that I couldn’t block it out in time.”

She hardly sounded convincing when Celes asked, “It can’t be Zoraster, can it?”

“It was too quick — too indistinct.” Danica shook her head. “Zoraster would be too arrogant to hide in the shadows. We’d know if he was alive.”

“Are you sure?”

Danica shrugged her shoulders. “He was also insane, so who knows. The dispell should have kept any magic from reviving him. He isn’t the only powerful wizard in the world.”

“I’m not so sure. Just be extra careful. Whoever it was, he’s dangerous.”

“You too,” Danica agreed. “Not much else we can do. So what do you think? Marlena and I see if there’s any way to get to the Emperor, and the rest of you see if you can find a way to protect the covens?”

“As good a plan as any. Since I know I can find you with the mists now, I can bring Marlena back here without a problem. You could always stay at the manor when you need to rest, and I’ll carry you back and forth.”

“Or I could use the Hellgate.” Upon seeing the look in Celes’ eyes, she added, “But only if you’re needed elsewhere.”

“So that’s the plan, then?”

“I’ll come back with you. I want to talk to Marlena about something. Between the two of us, we might just be able to eliminate the need of popping back and forth. It might take a while, but I don’t think the war is going to break out here overnight. There was an uneasy peace here up until all this happened. The Emperor will need time to get his armies ready to march.”

“And at least he’ll have to march them all the way into the desert, now. He won’t be meeting the Pharaoh’s army halfway.”

Danica nodded her head in decision. “I think I’ll want to talk to my sister and Darkni. We could work on those ideas for the covens to talk to each other and help each other along the way, too.”

Celes stood up and started toward the door of the tent. “Let’s get going then.”

Danica followed her friend outside and turned back toward the tent. Nostalgia flooded through her about the first time she’d used the magical shelter — and the company she’d kept. Memory of the more recent time she’d spent with Nicholas at Boldheart Castle made her shiver.

“You okay?”

Danica laughed as her face warmed. “I’m fine.” She then spoke the command word that caused the tent to shrink down into its portable form, and picked up the magic item. “Let’s go home.”

With a graceful, spiraling gesture of her hand over her head, Celes summoned up the mists, and the pair vanished.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar pounded his fist on the table.

“You didn’t really think my little rose would make it so easy, did you?”

Even though he was expecting his master’s arrival, the voice startled him a little. His wards were meant to alert him to everything happening within the complex.

Zoraster had walked right in behind him without triggering a single magical alarm.

“Danica is not our primary concern, despite her meddling. She merely delays the inevitable.”

“Is delay not our enemy?”

Despite his words, there was a subtle undercurrent of anger in Zoraster’s voice. “Not yet. Danica and the fools of Egoria have taken the obvious bait, allowing the true heart of my design to grow to fruition beneath the illusion.” Zoraster gestured for his clone servant to rise, and continued. “In time, we will need the nations to clash in war, and the havoc wrought by Meckataur’s hordes. For now, they serve as a distraction.”

The Archmage gestured, opening a magical portal to the prison of the devil. “To my true ends, let us visit our demonic guest in the catacombs below.”

Despite a hint of misgiving about Zoraster’s dismissal of Danica’s interference, the note of excitement in his Master’s voice brought a smile to Ebonar’s lips.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica leaned forward with her elbows on the stone window sill, looking out the window of the study. The last sliver of the sun sank below the mountains that appeared to float on an ocean of mist.

“They’re ready,” Ashley declared.

Danica turned from watching the osmaniye escort last rosy glimmers of the sky to see the redheaded witch hand Evelyn a small bag that clinked with the sound of the vials within.

“The red ones are the most powerful vanquishing potions I know how to brew. The silver will bring you here, if the Jihark returns,” Ashley explained.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” Evelyn said as she cradled the pouch of potions in her hand.

Danica crossed the room to join her friends and said, “No need. We’re happy to help, and hopefully we’ll be able to help you more, soon.”

Celes held out a hand and said, “Now let’s ease your mind and get those to your coven.”

The short-haired witch nodded, and accepted Celes’ hand. A moment later, the two vanished in a swirling of mists.

Danica looked at Marlena and smiled. The illusionist scribbled notes on a sheet of paper, and then immediately returned to the book she was currently researching. Danica’s idea to shield them from prying eyes had instantly awakened Marlena’s passion for her magic. She would already have a fine foundation to build from by the time they arrived at Darkni’s island the next day to discuss it with him and Devan.

Andrea had already sought her bed, and Danica knew why. The blonde witch was missing her new man, and the emotion was so strong that it had easily passed through the mental barriers that Danica kept in place to prevent her empathic powers from driving her crazy.

Marlena would likely remain nose down in a book for hours on end, if left alone to do so. Danica knew the feeling well, and she’d taken steps to make sure that the illusionist went to bed at a reasonable hour. Celes would take care of nagging Marlena until she put aside her books and papers.

With everything under control, Danica sought her own bed. There were many long days ahead for her — for all of them. Sleep would likely become a rare commodity as she and her friends worked on the means to aid the hard-pressed witches survive the demonic infestation of the world.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Ebonar nodded as two men moved forward to drag away the collapsed wizard. Another worker of the Art took the place of the exhausted man in the circle, immediately lending his power to a great magic taking place far away.

Reassured that those whom he had chosen were performing their task without question, he turned and left the room.

For nearly two weeks, handpicked wizards of sufficient power — and expendability — had served as human wellsprings to feed the magic of Zoraster Arias, though they knew not the fruits of their labors. Some would certainly recover unharmed, and find great rewards for their services. Most would find their reward cold comfort in light of the permanent crippling of their magical abilities.

Two would not care at all, as they had breathed their last within the circle.

The task at hand went beyond even Zoraster’s inestimable powers, requiring the circle of joining. Subverting what passed for the mind of a powerful denizen of the lower planes — even a weakened one — and leaving the devil none the wiser was a goal many would call madness.

Zoraster Arias had ignored such thinking to his benefit for many years.

Most of those whom Ebonar passed as he walked the halls of the complex were young, fresh students. Those who had already proven their worth were now scattered the world over, each weaving a single strand in Zoraster’s great tapestry.

One of great power yet remained within the twisting passages, however. It was to his chambers that Ebonar now traveled, the heels of his boots sounding quite out of place in the domain of wizards inclined toward soft leather shoes.

Ebonar’s thoughts were dark. Though he shared the memories and magic of his Master, his mind was his own. He remembered the object of Zoraster’s obsession — but to him, it was only a memory.

To Zoraster, it was the very seed from which he was born.

It was the furtherance of that obsession that he sought out the door ahead. Ebonar knew the mind of his Master well enough to understand that Zoraster would not be swayed from this course. Despite misgivings, he obeyed Zoraster’s command.

In a courtesy he would extend to few others that walked the world — let alone within the complex — Ebonar knocked upon the door when he reached his destination.

“Enter, Ebonar,” Thanatos called from within.

The spawn of Meckataur maintained no wards over his chambers, for he needed none. Ebonar opened the door and stepped inside to find Thanatos mouthing the words of yet another new spell. The fires of magic burned nearly as deep in the demon as the fires of hell, allowing Thanatos to absorb new magic as a sponge draws up water.

Ebonar closed the door and revealed, “I have a task uniquely suited to your abilities, if you are interested?”

Thanatos closed the book before him with a smile that would have made most men’s skin crawl. The demon had found great pleasure and reward in the tasks presented to him, and anticipated more of the same.

Ebonar did not disappoint him.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica awakened and stretched, feeling a little better for having caught some real sleep. She glanced over to the other side of the room and smiled, nostalgia washing over her.

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Abstract: Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty joins an off-world mining shaft crew working in the asteroid belt, but no one told her about her real job.

*

“Why the hell does my spacesuit have high heels?” asked rookie Flight Engineer Meghan Rafferty.

The din of alarms prevented nearby Asteroid Miner Technician Lori Brower from understanding the question. The technician yelled back as her visor locked into place, “Get your helmet on! We might have a breach!” Half of what she had yelled was audible across the room until her visor closed. The remaining half came through the comm system screaming from Meghan’s own helmet held in the rookie’s hands.

Meghan took a deep breath. Patches of sweat made her shear silky bodysuit undergarment cling to her skin around her chest and back. She set the helmet down, finished getting her hips into the bottom of the questionably rigged spacesuit then reached down inside the front to make certain her bodysuit’s rubber crotch access point lined-up with her spacesuit’s connectors. Quickly she raised the hard front panel of her oddly slender spacesuit and covered her torso and chest. She snapped on the locking back-to-front shoulder flaps and felt the suit motorize and squeeze around her body.

It was then she noticed the suit was tighter than any another spacesuit she ever wore.

Damn it! Was it the wrong size? There were no other spacesuits and if she couldn’t fit in the thing, she was screwed. It was too late to run back into the shuttle. The pilots were probably prepping for an emergency separation.

She tried to peer over the metal ring surrounding her neck. The shiny ring served as an interface to join her suit to the bottom of her helmet, but right now it only blocked her view. She tugged down on the ring with her gloved hands, all standard procedure to visually check that a suit had properly closed. The tightness of this suit certainly concerned her. She pulled again. The neck ring was smaller than normal. It wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t see over the obstruction like any normal spacesuit.

“Fuck!”

Higher pitched alarms sounded. The room shook again from another asteroid quake.

Looking at a semi-clear reflection in a polymer glass airlock door behind her, she did a visual check of her suit. What the hell? The view was blurry, but the damn suit had breast forms. She had been in such a rush, she hadn’t noticed the hard domes encasing her boobs and it wasn’t a smaller neck ring preventing her from looking down, it was a stiff collar that the front and back panels had formed around her neck. Normal spacesuits had a wide neck ring resting on the shoulders to interface with a large spherical helmet.

What was this thing?

She looked around and saw that the other asteroid miners had all left. The prep room to the airlock was empty now and there just wasn’t anymore time.

A computer voice began detailing issues between alarm bursts. She didn’t have time to listen to the words. No mater what the cause, she had to don a suit now.

The only technical issue with her suit’s design was its thinner more form-fitting construction. It wasn’t regulation with its thin hard shell and certainly not as rugged as the typical spacesuits she had trained in. But she was wearing it now, she did fit inside, and it did seem to have properly sealed. There was no choice. She had to get going.

“Damn it!” yelled Meghan as she pushed the snug helmet around her head. It snapped tight around her cheekbones, pressed her ears down and finally clicked onto the metal neck ring. She breathed in forcing the click of the air regulator. Air flowed. Inside pressure increased. The articulated joints powered up. And thankfully, the alarm noise now resonated at a fainter volume through the closed helmet.

She could finally think.

“Where’s the rookie?” said Commander Ann Bruno’s voice from Meghan’s helmet speaker.

“She’s bitching about her suit,” said Lori, sounding out of breath from a fast sprint.

“I’m coming,” radioed in Meghan wanting to rush out into the mineshaft. Another quake hit. She knew that the shuttle had to break contact with the asteroid and at that point the pilots would follow standard procedure and just leave if the mining base could quickly resolve the problem. Such alerts either got fixed in minutes or never, requiring a total evacuation. Asteroid miners had to be tough. There was no coddling out here in space.

She took a step and almost fell. Luckily she grabbed a wall. It was hard to look and see, but lifting her right foot up in front of her and pressing the bottom sole against the wall, she could quickly make out the narrow solid heel. She had noticed odd heels a few seconds ago, but these were even taller than she had thought, at a minimum four inches high! What the hell did she encase herself inside? Who designs something like this?

“It’s just a bad sensor,” yelled Commander Ann. “Reset the alarms.” Another quake hit. “We’re bilecik escort OK here. The shuttle can go.”

Meghan took several more steps and finally got out into the mineshaft. The large white metal door closed behind her. Her actions had delayed the shuttle and proved herself totally useless to the crew. On top of that, she walked like a newbie on ice skates. This was not supposed to happen this way. She was looking like an idiot in front of everyone. She saw the asteroid mining crew heading back. She had missed the entire event having spent the time dealing with her stupid suit.

The women asteroid miners each intentionally bumped against her as they passed. She deserved it. She let them down. Her new coworkers’ faces were hard to see under their visors. Only their nametags on top their helmets clearly showed as they all passed: Miner Lori, Miner Tingting, Minor Teresa, and Payload Specialist Deb. Their reinforced mining suits gave even petite Tingting a large stature compared to the taller Meghan, encased in her silly thinner form-fitting spacesuit.

Commander Ann approached, stopped and faced the rookie. “I expect a faster response from you. I’d have you do donning drills with your new suit, but the ship is leaving now and with the hazards here, its standard operating procedure that we stay in our suits for the remainder of our tour.”

“I’m sorry Commander, but this suit isn’t regulation. I mean look at this thing. It has boobs! High heels!” Meghan said all that while grabbing her enhanced chest and then pointing at her feet. She then lifted a foot by folding her leg behind her to show the underside of a supposed pressure boot with its absurdly narrow wedge heel and outrageous height. She blinked when she saw the heel. The thing even had a two-inch platform under the toes that she hadn’t noticed until that second. She wasn’t on high heels. She was on platforms with high heels. So it wasn’t just four inches. It was actually six! She scoffed while standing on one foot grabbing her ankle with one gloved hand and gestured to the raised boot with her other. Both her gloves were slender with wimpy motorization that barely had any of the normal torque levels. The legs didn’t either. In fact, normal suits had too much infrastructure to even allow her the leg flexibility she had just shown. Power in a miner shaft was more important than contortions.

“Look at this heel,” she added, “the legs, the arms.” She lowered her leg. “We’re in a mineshaft, not a bordello. Who got me this suit?”

Giggling came over the intercom. Meghan had forgotten to limit the scope of her helmet mic communication system. She should have set a proximity limit so only her and the Commander would be talking to each other.

“Little whinny bit…” said a cut-off voice as Meghan changed her comm settings. She had thought her way through the menu system of her suit’s computer and narrowed the comm to ‘local.’ She wished she had heard the rest of that statement so she could recognize the voice and later deal directly with the offending asshole. She wanted to punch someone. Was this some hazing ritual for rookies? Was it a prank?

“Flight Engineer Meghan,” said the Commander Ann, “we have been off world for almost a year now and I requested a capable and willing addition. This mineshaft isn’t the bordello. Your suit is. I expect you to fulfill all your obligations. You’ll learn about them soon enough.” The Commander in her husky spacesuit brushed passed Meghan, who had to throw her arms out to keep standing. Meghan’s tall slender suit just didn’t compare to power backed movements of a regulation asteroid miner suit.

Meghan looked at herself like someone had just spilled coffee in her lap. The suit was certainly provocative in its design. Her legs were tightly wrapped down to high heels that made them look even longer and lankier approaching the look of a runway fashion model. She had heard of the miners bringing in “entertainment,” but normally such stories only came from the all male stations, and even then, never from a government-run station like this one. She had trained for years to get here. She was top in her class. This was not the crap she had signed-up for.

She rethought what she had just heard. Did the Commander actually assign her to be a whore? It must have been a statement said in anger. Any other trained rookie would have handled the alarm better. Still the suit was outrageous. Come on. Why have this kind of spacesuit available here?

“Wait Commander!” said Meghan, trying to catch-up, but forced to slow down once again because of the heels and rocky terrain.

“Mic is off,” said her suit’s computer.

“Well, mic on.” The suit ignored her. “Mic on!” Nothing. She thought her way through the menu systems like before, but the options had moved for some reason. It was right there a second ago. Where was it now?

Helmets could read only general manisa escort thoughts and gradually trained themselves to be more responsive to its wearer. She thought vague notions like ‘up’ and the menu system highlighted different text. Another page of options displayed in front of her eyes across the inside surface of her glass visor. Through the glowing green translucent words drawn on her helmet display, she saw Miner Lori waving angrily off in the distance.

“My mic is off,” said Meghan then realizing no one would hear her. She started to run and then switched to a careful almost toddler-like walk. The blasted high heels were not meant for walking in rocky tunnels. She also wasn’t very adept at handling the precarious height even if given a flat smooth floor.

As Meghan got closer, her helmet speakers tuned to Lori’s radio transmitted voice.

“You stupid cunt,” said Lori, “you left your suit’s comm on local. No one’s going to be able to talk to you from a distance.”

Meghan shrugged. It probably wasn’t visible under the rigid suit with its Joan of Ark breastplate, but it was the only thing she could visually convey — aside from doing a vulgar hand gesture, and that would get her into more trouble.

The tunnel shook again. This time it wasn’t the unstable asteroid. Through the white metal frame of the airlock door’s window, the space shuttle could be seen pulling away. Good or bad, the suit she was in was going to be her home for the next week. Then she would complain to Section Command and report this Commander Ann to them. She did not sign-up to be looking like the village slut. In the meantime, if this was someone’s idea of a joke, she was going to find them, throw them into a pressure tube, climb in with them, and change suits. Surely even this mining operation had at least one pressure tube or an air locked maintenance room. For asteroid mining, a suit was required at all times, even in a supposed safe room. Everyone lived in their suits.

She felt her waist. The suit really did a number around her torso. It felt like it squeezed her boobs up into the large hard cups jetting off her chest to the point she couldn’t see over them. She had to turn sideways to see her ridiculous high heels.

“Stop preening girly girl. Come-on,” said Lori.

As Meghan followed her senior crewmember down a tunnel and around turn after turn, she mentally controlled the menus on her helmet display. She thought ‘up’ and ‘left’ and ‘down’ and finally found and selected the mic options. The damn suit’s menu system wasn’t meant for fast comm switching like normal suits. The freaking computer was making her look like a moron. She turned her mic on.

“Mic option disabled,” said the suit’s computer.

Meghan screamed inside her helmet and then noticed Lori looking back from her more capable and larger spacesuit — which looked very comfortable and roomy to wear since it didn’t cinch so tightly.

“We’re at a normal status now, not alert status,” said Lori’s voice. “You don’t have permissions set for talking unless there is an emergency and even then, we really don’t care to hear it. This is your station. It’s a stable area here in the tunnels — as stable as it gets. We don’t dig here, so you and that sissy spacesuit of yours won’t get hurt. Your daily job is to unpack the food cartridges, deliver them, and answer calls. Even a bimbo like yourself can handle that.”

“Fuck you. I’m Engineer level,” said Meghan inside her helmet.

Lori just laughed. “I don’t need a comm to know what your saying in there. Look, Commander Ann has power in the Mining Corp. We make so much money for them, they let her do anything she wants. If you fuck things up for us, you’re not getting home. I’ll flush you out into space myself. So enjoy the next six months.”

“We get a ship in a week,” said Meghan. “And I’m certainly writing a report.”

“I don’t know what your mumbling in there, but you probably think you’re here for a short jump, but we’re long term. Yesterday on the shuttle was the first time I’ve been out of this suit in months. We don’t even have pressure tubes. If your suit needs a new part, we use pressure bags around the leg or arm or whatever and let you change the part in there. It’s all field conditions from here on out. And don’t try to doff your sexy little suit in any safe rooms. This rock we’re on is just too unstable.”

Lori’s large electrically powered gloved hands tugged and pulled on Meghan’s slutty spacesuit. Something was being adjusted and Meghan didn’t know what. She should have pushed the hands away, but Lori was the superior here. Meghan knew she would regret it, but she simply stood there holding her hands out of the way as Lori adjusted yet another thing on the suit. What the hell was this bitch doing anyway?

“This,” Lori said, holding up a little computer pad, “will probably help you cope with your new situation. I would have mersin escort put it on you sooner, but the emergency call got in the way.” The little terminal snapped into a dock inset at Meghan’s waist like a large Texan belt buckle. Her helmet display began flashing through menus and several lines of commands that her suit was executing without asking for her permission first. Her suit suddenly stiffened leaving Meghan standing there like a mannequin.

“Welcome to the Alpha Dogs” said Lori banging her fists down hard on Meghan’s shoulders like a Frat boy ritual. Thinking about it now, Lori did look like a tough bitchy lesbian. Lori gave a dog howl and added, “We’re the most productive mining crew in the entire Corp. We’re actually contracted out to the private sector now. The Corp doesn’t tell anyone that. And neither will you. By the way, Tingting, won the draw, so she gets you first. Your calendar is pretty full tonight.”

Lori left Meghan stuck and helplessly frozen in her sexy spacesuit, standing there in a dark mine shaft tunnel alongside a portable food center — an asteroid miner’s equivalent to a taco truck.

Meghan thought through the menu controls. There had to be a way out. The panel’s of menus and commands continued to flash. What was happening? The flashing gave her a headache, but she had to think and control it. The words ‘domination’ and ‘submission training’ caught her eye. If someone had watched her face, they would have seen her eyes dilate at what she saw flash by.

Meghan knew she was in trouble.

Pressure inside the suit changed. Her helmet grabbed her scalp tighter than any other helmet she ever wore. Her rigid suit held firm applying full pressure on all joint flexers, normally used to help add strength to a suit’s movements, but instead now fought against her body’s struggling muscles. Her hips, legs, ankles, elbows, neck, and shoulders were surrounded in unmoving form-fitted bulletproof airtight space age material. Every joint of her suit was locked. The suit was so tight, it corseted her and she couldn’t even wiggle enough to rock back-and-forth and maybe force herself to fall over — although, she didn’t know how toppling herself would help.

“Welcome to the crew,” said a woman’s voice. A video was now playing in Meghan’s head. It wasn’t on the helmet’s display. It was in her mind. Blinking and closing her eyes made no difference. The woman stayed in view wearing a kinky spacesuit like Meghan’s. The only difference was the woman held her helmet under her right arm like a pornographic version of the Right Stuff. The arrogant bitch talked like an airplane stewardess describing seatbelt buckles.

The presentation continued, “Special options have been enabled to train your brain waves to correspond to your new job requirements. You may not be a willing participant in this, but you will comply shortly enough.” The smile on the bitch’s face really pissed Meghan off.

Meghan squeezed her eyes shut, but the image persisted. The stewardess walked casually across a white floor in an all white sterile world to a white table. What was on the table frightened Meghan. There was a two-headed dildo and some various pump looking contraptions.

“First,” said the stewardess, “as we access your inhibitions and melt them away, let’s discuss your toolset. Rarely used options of lesbian love have been initiated for you.” The woman paused to smile or, maybe, smirk. “This part is still in beta testing right now, but I will try my best to convey the techniques assuming you were heterosexual and therefore inexperienced. If not, this maybe rudimentary for you, but please be patient as we’ll reach more advanced techniques later in your brain wave reassignment phases, so bare with me.” Another pause with a smile followed.

Meghan’s suit stood motionless in the corner of the mineshaft. The lectures continued, hours of orations. There was no sleep, no ignoring, no escape. It was morning and her first appointed task would be that night.

No one else was there. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, but the view in her mind didn’t change. She watched as the stewardess casually discussed seduction and submission and bondage. Meghan was alone stuck in a suit with a computer playing a horror movie into her brain.

Dust created off in the distance floated down the tunnel and passed by her feet like fog, but she didn’t notice. The mine was returning to work. A dozen women had begun to switch from their brief day of R&R to diligently digging rare heavy metals under Commander Ann’s ruthless rule of the Alpha Dogs Miners.

*****

Meghan walked down an endless tunnel sporadically lit with a few LED lights. She had lost track of time. Her suit wouldn’t even show her a clock and out of nowhere she suddenly felt an urgency to find section A3B5E2. She knew it was her first appointment and from what Lori said, it was with Tingting.

Each letter and number of the section code represented a way to divide the endless maze of mining shafts with a regular grid. Knowing the layout made the system easy to understand, but Meghan’s damn suit wouldn’t give her access to a basic map — despite her actual rank, she was treated as no more than a Spaceflight Participant — basically a nobody. Even a cook had more access than she did.

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She had left in the morning because of work. She asked if she could come back later that night. Well, she didn’t ask but begged, saying she needed more of my dick. I, of course, couldn’t turn her down, especially because I had woken up to a morning blowjob, cumming straight into her throat.

I got ready all alone in the apartment, feeling like I was still in a dream. A girl wanted me? It was wild.

By the time I got to work, the craziness of the previous had mostly left my mind and I toiled away, stocking shelf after shelf and dealing with those shit-talking coeds. Fuck them. At least I lost my virginity.

My shift was eight hours long, leaving me utterly drained by the end of it. As I was walking home, I decided it would be okay to treat myself so I stopped at an Indian restaurant to get some nice, hot curry.

I was seated pretty quickly since the place was essentially empty, save for one couple that was talking excitedly near the door. I was placed in the back, partially behind one of those Japanese screen dividers. Odd decoration but it gave me some privacy which I didn’t mind.

I sipped on my water as I waited for someone to come serve me. It took a bit but eventually, someone rounded the corner.

She was crazy hot. Long thick black hair tied together in a terribly cute bun, tits that might have been just a touch bigger than Valeria’s, and a flowing black dress that served to hide a delicious ass.

“Hi, welcome to Rajineesh. My name is Aanya and I’ll be your waitress for today. Can I get you started with anything?”

She was too beautiful, someone that could rival Valeria. My voice was caught in my throat so I could only shake my head no.

“Water then?”

I nodded dumbly, like I was mute.

“Perfect,” she said with a smile and walked off.

A girl like her wouldn’t give me the time of day.

I sat alone looking through the menu to see if anything special caught my eye. It wasn’t particularly impressive, instead listing mostly food items white people would expect in an Indian restaurant, not necessarily food items an Indian would expect.

I decided to stick with curry, opting for a spicy one. I loved a little spice since it reminded me of home.

The waitress, Aanya, came back carrying a tray of food, probably for the other guests, and a cup of water. The tray was perched precariously on her hand and shoulder, making it rather awkward for her to move. Her tits jiggled invitingly even as she tried to minimize all unnecessary movement.

She walked up to my table and tried to set the glass of water down but found that she couldn’t bend down without slightly tipping the tray. I reached out to help by grabbing the glass from her hand and, as I did so, I accidentally brushed my hand against hers. I felt that familiar shock course through our bodies, making her jump slightly. I reacted quickly enough to grab hold of the tray and stabilize while she stared at me, mouth agape.

“Oh my god. That was quite the shock!” She said after she recovered.

“Yea, sorry, it’s becoming quite the pernicious little thing.”

She laughed. “Do you rub wool socks on a carpet or something?”

Even though she was doing a good job covering it up, I couldn’t help but notice that same look in Valeria’s eyes. Her cheeks were also a little flustered but she rebounded with a peppy energy.

“I’ll come back in a second to get your order. Gotta deliver this first!” And she quickly scampered away.

This shock thing was becoming slightly dangerous. I could have been coated in hot curry sauce if I hadn’t reacted fast enough. I slumped down into my chair. I decided to not really think about the effect it had on her, mostly because I didn’t want to get my hopes up that today would be a repetition of yesterday. I was, after all, still a loser nerd even though I could shock sexy girls.

She came back after a moment, doing a little twirl like she was dancing to a song in her head or something.

“What can I get you?” She said with quite a bit of energy and a smile that could light up a room.

“C-can I just get a spicy curry,” I stuttered.

“Sure thing! Coming right up.” She spun around and was gone in a flash.

I pulled out my phone and waited by surfing Reddit. I scrolled mindlessly through memes and advice posts. As I was doing that, I noticed through the kitchen window that Aanya was stealthily checking me out. I pretended not to notice but felt awkward, distinctly aware of how unattractive I looked.

I tried to ignore it by diving back into my phone but she kept sneaking glances my way and it made me start to blush.

She eventually returned with my food and I was unable to meet her gaze, too embarrassed by her attractiveness to even look at her.

“Here you go!” She said cheerily as she set the tray down on the bayburt escort table

“Thanks,” I mumbled, hoping she would turn away so I wouldn’t have to bear her searching gaze anymore. Yeah, I know, I was a total NEET.

Instead of leaving me to eat my food, I felt her hand grazing my back, only to receive the same shock as before. I spun around and looked at her, this time to see that she was clearly ruffled and hot.

“What the….” she trailed off.

“Uh yea, sorry, like I said, it’s a bit of a weird thing I have. Lots of static or something.”

Her voice was a whisper. “It makes me feel so good…”

“I’m sorry, what?” I couldn’t hear her exactly, or maybe my brain was shutting down as it usually did with hot women.

Then, just like yesterday’s experience with Valeria, her lips were suddenly locked onto mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, lapping up my saliva like she was hungry for it. Her small, dainty hands groped the back of my head and chest, nails lightly scratching me through my thin shirt and, let me tell you, it feels amazing.

I could feel her hand run down my shirt and onto my pants leg. A sudden shock erupted once more and she moaned into my mouth, which is another amazing feeling.

But I was also in a state of shock. A hot and sexy Indian woman making sexual advances on me was not what I expected when I had just planned to get dinner.

Before I knew it, she was in my lap, grinding on me, ass sliding around with a practiced expertise. I was rock hard, this random lady sucking my face in the middle of the restaurant. I probably would have been more worried if it weren’t for the Japanese divider that created some privacy. Even then, though, it still felt awkward.

Her breasts pushed against my chest and I couldn’t help but get a boner.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered into my ear as she grinded on me, the lips of her pussy spreading through her thin panty fabric around my clothed dick. She was definitely making a wet spot on my pants.

“What are you doing?” I whispered back, my voice involuntarily filling with anxiety.

She suddenly started to shake and I felt her fingers dig into my back. Her breathy, quiet moans danced across my ear. The grinding didn’t stop, instead becoming more intense, longer strokes, harder ones.

Aanya pulled back and her hands drifted up to my face, cupping it tenderly. They were so delicate and soft, a deep creamy chestnut brown. A thumb rubbed my cheek gently. I noticed her eyes were locked on mine and I returned the gaze awkwardly as the intensity of the moment dawned on me.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

A bit of silence passed. I probably shouldn’t have been as shocked as I was given the circumstances and the events of yesterday (she was still sitting in my lap, after all) but, for some reason, it still totally caught me off guard.

“Here?” I asked stupidly.

She pursed her lips, full and dark but didn’t answer. Instead, her actions spoke for her. Her hands left my face and trailed downwards until I felt them flitter across the top of my jeans, where pussy and dick met beneath layers of clothing.

Her fingers tugged at the zipper gently and she was somehow able to get it low enough that my dick, still covered by underwear popped up. She stroked it slowly, soothingly, and it popped out of the fly, thick and throbbing.

“There are other people over there,” I hissed, motioning with one hand to the divider and the voices that resided beyond it. My heart pounded in my chest at the fear of being discovered. And, I mean, at the thought of fucking this Indian beauty. She did have my dick in her hand.

She leaned her head down carefully, still stroking my hard cock, and whispered into my ear. “Then we’ll be quiet.”

In one deft move, she pushed her thin panties to the side and slammed her hips down, hilting me. I went from the feeling of a cool draft brushing my dick to the moist inside of her steaming hot pussy.

It engulfed my dick just like Valeria’s had. I couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pleasure. Aanya’s hand suddenly covered my mouth and a devious glint flitted through her eyes. Mine, in turn, were wide as could be, surprised by the sudden hand that was covering my mouth.

“You’re supposed to be quiet,” she whispered with a smirk.

With that, her hips went to town, bouncing up and down with a mad vigor. Her skirt hid a view of her ass but, judging by the feeling of it clapping against my legs, it was thick. Of course, it was extremely hard to enjoy the experience of the gorgeous lady riding me due to the fact that it was so out in the open. Every movement of a table, every scrape of a chair, every raised voice caused me to panic.

Yet Aanya seemed completely unfazed that bartın escort we were openly fucking in the restaurant where she worked. Her head was tossed back, neck bared, big tits bouncing with every jump as her tight pussy milked my dick.

My heart still racing, I tried to calm myself as she continued to ride me, the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me doing nothing to abate the ever-present anxiety. I took a deep breath and caught a wonderful scent of spicy curry mixed with lavender perfume. An exotic smell that blended with something familiar, homey, even. I could almost feel myself getting lost in it, like the scent was conquering all my senses.

I closed my eyes and leaned in deeper as she continued to bounce on my dick, trying to catch another whiff of that pleasant aroma. This time it was more intense. It felt like I had been transported to another island, basking in it. That is, until a tit bopped me in the face.

My eyes opened instantly and I realized that I had leaned in so close that Aanya’s bouncing titties had actually lightly slapped me. A furious blush descended over me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, feeling like a perv. I definitely hadn’t meant to touch her tit. In fact, I hadn’t even realized I was close enough. I had gotten lost in the moment.

Aanya slowed her bouncing down until my dick was fully inside her warm passage and she stayed there for a second, eyes glancing over me.

Her voice was a sultry murmur. “You want to see my tits? Is that it?”

My eyes widened and I think my mouth even started to gape. I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised but honestly, having sex was still such a new thing for me that I was sure exactly what was proper etiquette and what wasn’t.

Her hands slowly climbed up her elegant dress shirt, a dress shirt, I might add, that looked like it was bursting at the seams. She undid one button and, with a practiced twirl of the hips, sloshed her pussy juices on my still fully-hilted dick while revealing the very top of her unblemished chest.

Another button came off, this one revealing only the faintest traces of her juicy tits. Her creamy chestnut skin reflected light as if she had been coated in an oil and yet it simultaneously looked dry.

The next button was undone and it became instantly clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her chest rose and fell gently with each breath, the large globes of her tits jiggling ever so subtly.

Her hips started to gyrate on my cock, pushing me even deeper into her steamy crevice. I could feel her juices running down my balls and onto my pants, likely staining them. A chair scraped on the other side of the room and people stood up but Aanya didn’t even flinch. She continued her slow, sensual dance on my lap, tight pussy gripping my rock-hard cock.

The button after revealed her nipples, small dark areolas amidst two gentle sloping curves. They looked so soft, so warm.

She grabbed one of her large, heavy tits and pulled it of the dress shirt. It rested on the portion of the shirt that was still buttoned but likely didn’t need to as it was such a perky, gravity-defying that it could have stood on its own. She did the same with the other. They were massive, but not comically so. Definitely larger than Valeria’s.

The voices of the other guests drifted away and I heard a door closing.

“It’s just you and me now,” she said, her voice a purr. Aanya looked down at herself, at her massive titties, likely unable to see anything below them and then glanced back up at me with a pouty face. “My ex-boyfriend hated them. He always said he preferred itty-bitty titties. What do you think?”

As she finished talking, she lifted herself up to the point where my dick almost fell out of her pussy and then slammed her hips down, cheeks clapping against my clothed thighs. I moaned in delight and bliss. Her pussy was really just too good.

“Oh yea?” She said, leaning down to whisper into my ear again. “You like Desi pussy? You like my Indian cunt?”

I could only nod, a slight feeling of embarrassment coming to the surface at the lewdness of her talk.

“Then why don’t you suck my tits.” She pulled back and thrust her glorious chest out and I realized that they were far too big to be covered by just my two hands. Aanya pulled my head in, stuffing my face with squishy and supple titflesh.

Almost instantly, I lost sense of my surroundings, totally surrendering to her velvety smooth titties. She sandwiched my face between them and rocked her chest side to side. I stayed, essentially motionless, basking in them.

“Aww, you don’t want to suck them?” Her pouty voice returned and I shot a glance up from beneath mounds of boobflesh. Her lips were pulled into a tight sulk, the bottom one ığdır escort jutting out.

“No!” I said, mostly mumbling through boob. “They’re incredible.”

She suddenly did a little jump for joy and clapped her hands together excitedly. This move, of course, caused her tight pussy to milk my cock but she didn’t seem to notice my groans of pleasure. “Yay! That makes me so happy!” Without any ceremony or pomp, she placed her hands back on my head and shoved me over to one of her nipples.

I didn’t know exactly what to do so I decided to let instinct take control and I suckled like a babe on a teat. Her nipple was as hard as diamonds and tasted surprisingly great. It was intense, deliciously intense. I sucked on it like I used to suck on my mother’s nipple when I was an infant, hungry, passionately.

She moaned and then started to shake rapidly, a sudden orgasm descending over her. Her moan turned into a scream and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me even deeper, tit suddenly filling my mouth. I widened my jaw to make sure I wasn’t biting down on it but that only worsened the problem as even more titflesh found its way in. Of course, there was no way to fit the entire thing in my mouth but it was enough that it became slightly uncomfortable, albeit still terribly hot.

She continued to scream and shake, still impaled on my dick. “Oh my fucking God! Oh shit!” she yelled, legs quaking. A sudden shock continued the orgasm. I didn’t stop sucking, feeling the nub in my mouth, swirling my tongue around both it and breast alike.

I continued to suck, ravishing her tit. Ten minutes ago I was her customer, now this Indian beauty was cumming on my dick and forcing me to suck on her tits.

She resumed fucking me, bouncing up and down on my still rock-hard cock, but she didn’t release me from her titties. Instead she mashed my face even more into them as her silky pussy milked my dick.

“Your dick is so good! How can it make me feel like this!”

I lifted both hands and grabbed ahold of her big, heavy boobs as she worked my duck, gyrating her hips at all the right moments to set me ablaze. And set me ablaze it did.

Her fat ass cheeks clapped loudly against my legs. I vaguely wondered if there was anyone in the back room but Aanya acted like she didn’t care so I figured I would follow suit.

“Fuck me like you own me!” She yelled. “Fuck me hard, baby!”

Her bouncing increased in both speed and intensity, washing me in the euphoric pleasure of her clenched and damp pussy. It was nothing like I had ever felt before and with her considerable tits in my mouth, I was approaching an orgasm quickly. I dug my fingers into her soft titflesh and suckled harder, creating another shock that caused her quake but did not slow down her relentless humping.

Pressure built in my balls, just like it had with Valeria, although this time it was in exotic Desi pussy and, boy, let me tell you, did it have a different feel. It had such a zest to it, an almost spiciness.

“Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum!” She yelled even louder than before.

Aanya leaned down into me, smothering me in titties and pounded me as hard as she could, her velvety insides milking me for all I was worth. The pressure continued to build with each and every clap.

I gripped her tits harder than before, trying to hold in my cum, the rough grip causing her to moan even more which did little to help prolong the coming orgasm. Instead she reached a fever pitch, leaning on top of me and lifting her ass so with every bounce that my dick would almost fall out before it came crashing back down.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, feeling both euphoric and awkward about the fact that her sweet Desi pussy was now going to be filled with my white NEET cum.

“Do it, baby!”

She came down especially hard and I came. I fucking came. My body convulsed as I squirted rope after rope into her pussy. Wracked with pleasure, I squirmed and shook and in my chair.

It was amazing.

It was incredible.

I could feel my dirty seed filling up her gorgeous cunt. I moaned into her tits, her nipple lodged firmly in my mouth.

Just as my orgasm was subsiding, she hopped off my cock, pulling her wonderful boobs away from my hungry mouth, and plopped onto the floor. Her mouth opened wide and immediately settled over the head of my cock, perfect lips forming a seal over my bulbous cockhead as she sucked gently, careful not to go too hard as I was still sensitive.

Her tongue swirled slowly around my head, mopping up the cum, and with a practiced ease, bobbed her head slowly, going deep enough that I hit the back of her throat.

She focused on cleaning my dick just like that. Well, that is until she had an orgasm while I was right in the back of her throat, massive jugs quivering just like her legs were. Another shock has set her off.

Eventually, Aanya stopped sucking and used her lips to run around my shaft, picking up the rest of the cum and pussy juices that she had missed while blowing me.

She finished with one final, sensual lick and gave me the largest smile a woman could.

That was how I met Aanya.

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“There we go,” Limini purred, as the berrymaids squirmed in each other’s arms. “Ain’t that better, sugar?”

Lilikoi whined as her fellow dryads planted kiss after kiss on her big, sensitized breasts. One guavamaid clung to each side of her, plump lips fastened to her nipples and suckling greedily—brainwashing themselves with her nectar, and her with their pleasure.

She stared up at Limini desperately, her eyes pleading for mercy… and for more.

Limini bent over and patted the once-dominant shortstack’s pretty magenta hair. “Good girl,” she cooed. “It was sweet as punch of you all to keep me company, girls, but I’m afraid I’ve got a bounty to win.”

“W-Wait!” Lilikoi cried, trying to reach after Limini as Limini turned to leave—only for her own fellow dryads to grab her hand and guide it to groping and fondling her own tits. They giggled at how easily she assented.

Limini glanced back and giggled. These dryads had held her absolutely helpless, she had to admit. She hadn’t expected Emma to play such a dirty trick. But Limini was always prepared—and dryads were easy once you knew what they wanted.

“Don’t worry, sugarplum,” she chirped. “Maybe I’ll be back to play with y’all once I’ve got my wayward babes in tow.”

And she left the dryads squealing in brainwashed bliss. It was well past time to find her two targets—and Emma, who she had no doubt was alreadywell in over her head.

I tried to warn you, Emma, she thought ruefully, shaking her head. I hope you’re holding up.

~ ~ ~ ~

Like Emma, Limini had come here to hunt down the red-haired enchantress Vivi of the Candied Lips—an infamously gorgeous bimbo of a sorceress. At least, that had been her original goal. Vivi had made a lot of trouble down south, and the bounties had climbed to what most hunters of Limini’s and Emma’s caliber considered ‘worth the risk’.

But on the way here, Limini had heard familiar rumors. Rumors of local mages and patreon fey being captivated and lured into the shadows, never to be seen again. Rumors of barmaids and stablemaids and shepherdesses turning up with spirals in their eyes. Rumors of forked tongues and hissed invitations that could not be refused. Limini personally had encountered a rather breathtakingly… breathtaken holstaur who couldn’t stop whispering her devotion to her seductress.

Celeste was here. Limini’s eyes narrowed as she stalked through the jungle, following Emma’s familiar trail. Celeste, the coil fiend who had captured and humiliated Limini before, who had… nearly dominated her completely, was in the Northern Jungles.

Limini had only escaped by luck, whim, and the intervention of a former employer and some of Limini’s most convoluted contingencies. It had taken her days to recover some semblance of wits and will, and Limini usually prided herself on bouncing back quickly from the control of others. Anyone else, without Limini’s range of clever planning and careful positioning, would have been lost for sure. Possibly for good.

Since then, though, Limini had done her research. She smiled grimly, twirling her finger around the invisible forces surrounding her. Coil fiends were among the most dangerous of demons—succubi-like beings whose very embrace could melt one’s will away in seconds, whose coils melted all strength and whose eyes reduced all thought to slutty goop.

Once again, Limini had an anti-eyes ward—a clever bit of illusion work that turned all eyes she looked at into blank, featureless white void. She was ready to activate it at the first sign of trouble. It wasn’t a good ward to have up all the time, especially as an enchantress—she needed to be able to see people’s eyes to gauge their weaknesses—but she’d learned her lesson from last time.

This time, she wasn’t relying on a pendant that Celeste could simply pluck away from her.

She blushed at the embarrassing memory.

No. This time it was pure self-worked magic, a spell that only a mage could work out how to undo. She wasn’t going to let Celeste render her so… so vulnerable this time.

Of course, Celeste hadn’t originally captivated her with the eyes. But Limini was also ready with another precaution. As if testing the wind, Limini licked her finger and raised it to the wind. The finger buzzed with static.

Limini had spelled herself with a special trigger. Once she said the command word, her magic would activate automatically, without any conscious will needed. She’d used this trick once before on a previous job, in fact, when Emma, seeking the same bounty, had tried to tackle her. It had worked out very well. The spell was yet another mental drain, but… worth it. She hoped.

Especially with how much Celeste loved to wrap her prey up ever-so-tightly.

Despite all her precautions, though, Limini’s heart was racing as she made her way through the jungle. She didn’t plan to lose this time. There was no way she kütahya escort could lose this time. The thought of giving in a second time to Celeste—of, even with all her precautions, even knowing what was coming, submitting to the coil fiend’s powerful will, submitting to the coils wrapping around her, the beautiful eyes, the bouncing… bouncing…

Limini swallowed and came to a stop, trying to steady herself a little. She stared intently down at the tracks, doing her best to look totally involved in them, effectively distracted.

And she listened closely. Because she heard something.

She heard something up above. Something shifting ever-so-subtly in the treetops. Something big.

Limini’s eyes narrowed. Her breaths came in shallow and panicked as she struggled to keep control. Had to keep control. Could not lose control.

She knew she was smarter than Celeste. Celeste was a demoness, and demons were lost in their own selves—good at planning but bad at adapting to variables. And Limini had a lot of variables Celeste would have had no way of planning for.

She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t… wasn’t afraid at all.

Limini’s heart lurched as she steeled herself and forced her eyes up.

The enchantress stared up. Up, up, up into the pretty spiraling eyes of the red-haired seductress hanging down from the branches. Her lips parted in wonder.

And she blinked.

“Hiiii, sexy,” slurred Vivi of the Candied Kiss, swaying back and forth as she hung upside-down, knees hooked over a branch, totally naked. “You’re… you’re… pretty.”

Limini stared for a long moment. The sorceress was, true to the warnings, gorgeous. Most sorcerers and sorceresses were, as a matter of fact—though not as gorgeous as wizardesses, of course. Her lovely fire-red hair was perfectly coiffed, if a little messy at the moment, and it sparkled in the indirect moonlight from above. A delectable perfume—addictive to anyone who hadn’t already been inoculated, as of course, Limini had—hung thick around her, a breath-stealing blanket of strawberry sweetness, a cocktail of pure lust and love. Her plump lips were painted a bright cherry-red, the enchanted ‘ink’ glimmering slightly in the dim light of the deep jungle.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced together as she swung back and forth, hanging aimlessly before Limini’s helplessly greedy gaze.

“Oh, my,” Limini murmured, after a long moment’s pause. “Aren’t you a vision, sugar!”

“Mmm… uh-huh!” Vivi giggled drunkenly as Limini paced around her, admiring the slut from all angles. She was clearly trying to turn to keep Limini in her field of vision, but the poor dizzy bimbo seemed quite directionally challenged at the moment. “I’m… um… hi! You’re—you’re pretty, aren’t you?”

“Just about brainwashed,” Limini remarked, running a finger over the small of Vivi’s back and enjoying the sorceress’s squirming. She didn’t have the magic activated yet, of course, and it was delightful how affected Vivi still was by this. “Hypersensitized.”

“Ooh, yeah!” Vivi’s head bobbed. “I’m… I’m, like…”

“A total bimbo,” Limini cooed. “Well, heavens to butter—I’d heard you liked to pretend to lure people in with the bimbo act, but..” Her finger traced slow, lazy circles, matching the pace of the swirls she’d seen in Vivi’s lovely eyes. “… she’s made you the real thing, huh?”

“Ooh.” Vivi whined as Limini kept playing her fingers over her bare skin. “Y-Yeah…”

Limini circled back to admire Vivi’s spiraling eyes. She put a finger to Vivi’s lips, and was delighted as the sorceress’s lips parted to eagerly suck. Goodness, but when sorceresses fell, the fell deep. “She’s made you perfect,” Limini hissed.

“Mm…” Vivi moaned, eyelashes fluttering as she sucked needily. She gave a tiny, submissive nod, as if any motion was hard for her when she was sucking on something, as if sucking on Limini’s finger was taking all of her focus. She was wriggling and squirming as she sucked as if merely locking her pretty lips on Limini’s finger and sucking gave her the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt.

Though the way she was wiggling her ass was also… distinctly… expectant.

Limini hadn’t even spelled her yet. This girl was a true, total bimbo. Limini giggled, loving the way Vivi’s eyes seemed to swirl even deeper the harder she sucked. “Perfect for playing with,” Limini cooed. “Just a pretty bimbo with… three holes to be filled?” Vivi’s wriggles intensified, confirming Limini’s little theory. “Ooh, does that sound nice, sugar?”

“Mmmm!” Vivi whined desperately. Her eyes swirled with so many pretty colors.

Limini leaned in close. “So lost in her spirals,” she purred, her voice soft and sweet and her lips mere inches away. “Lost in the…eyes…”

“Ah! Mm!” Vivi’s eyes spiraled and swirled like lovely whirlpools. She was so easy. malatya escort So helpless. She’d sunk so, so… so… deep… “Mm-hmmmm…”

“Lost…” Limini breathed in deep, head spinning—not from the perfume, but from the heady feeling of sinking deeper, deeper… “Lost…”

Vivi leaned in slightly, eyes swirling deeper and deeper, glazed with lust… desire… hunger…

Limini shook herself and pulled back. What… what was she doing?

When she pulled her finger out, Vivi panted, tongue lolling like that of a needy puppy.

“Sleep,” Limini said quickly, and tapped the bimbo sorceress on the forehead.

Vivi fell with awhump into the soft moss and grasses below her, instantly fast asleep. Eyes mercifully closed.

Limini took a deep breath and activated both of her spells. She’s close.

She glanced down at the sleeping sorceress. And she’s just as hard a candy to crack as I remembered, if she was able to turn the infamous Vivi into… that. She nudged Vivi with her foot, confirming that Vivi would not stir. Vivi shifted in her sleep and gave a happy little sigh—and squirm.

I need to be careful. Limini forced herself to back away and turned back to the trail. No more playing. For all I know, she could be right—

“Hello, Minnie!!”

Limini spun, heart thudding in her chest like a great drum.

Emma Rose the Springheel Witch stood right before her, eyes… well, Limini couldn’t see if they were clear or not, since the spell made them look blank and white, but eyes wide and bright and energetic. Her clothes seemed oddly disheveled, and Limini noticed instantly that she didn’t have her spear. Limini’s suspicion oscillated as she took a step back. “Emma. Fancy seein’ you here.”

Emma giggled. The voluptuous witch took a step forward, reaching a hand forward and tilting her head adorably to the side. “You took your time getting away from those sprites,” she said sultrily, tossing her curly black hair back.

Limini licked her lips. “Dryads. Not sprites, Emma. We know the difference.”

“Do we?” Emma leaned in, grazing a finger over Limini’s wide hips. Limini almost gasped… before she saw the slight flush enter Emma’s cheeks, and inwardly grinned, realizing the effect this little touch had had on her.

“Emma.” Limini shook her head slightly, allowing a tiny smile. She swung her hips from side to side, letting her tits bounce slightly, loving how Emma’s eyes seemed to follow them. “You seem… a bit of a mess.”

Limini wasn’t spiteful by nature—bygones were good business practice—but… well, a little payback from time to time was good for keeping an enchantress young.

“A mess,” Emma sighed, caressing Limini’s rear, squeezing Limini’s ass. As she did, Limini subtly poured more lust into the jungle witch, and enjoyed the show. “I… ooh… a-am I?”

“Your clothes,” Limini said sweetly. She reached over and casually toyed with Emma’s thong. It had been put on clumsily, and was clearly a little… wet. “What happened, sugar?”

Limini had a theory, of course. But as long as Emma was content to keep touching Limini, keep flooding her own mind with Limini’s control, she was happy to pretend.

“Oh. Mm.” Emma giggled. She leaned in slightly, breathing heavily. “I, um… I just…”

“Just took off your clothes?” Limini offered sweetly. “For no reason?” She stopped playing with the thong and ran her fingers lovingly down Emma’s luscious curves. Limini was fairly curvy herself, but Emma was a goddess by comparison. “And then put them back on while… a little dizzy?”

More magic was flowing in, and Limini wished so badly she could see the swirls that were surely in Emma’s eyes changing color with Limini’s magic taking control. As it was, she licked her lips as Emma cooed and wriggled. Oh, Emma was so easy to tease right now, Limini couldn’t help herself.

She leaned in closer. Closer. “Well, Emma? It certainly seems you’ve been a little bit…” Her lips brushed Emma’s. … naughty.”

“N-Naughty,” Emma gasped, squirming.

“Naughty girl,” Limini teased—and she gave Emma’s ass a light swat. Emma jumped, and bounced, and moaned, but didn’t object. She was definitely under deep. Limini gave another little spank, heart thrilling as she realized that Emma was too horny to even object to the thing she hated most. “A naughty, silly, slutty girl who fell ever-so-easily under for me.”

“Naughty,” Emma whimpered, wriggling her hips almost encouragingly. Limini’s arousal rose. Emma was practically panting!

Limini giggled. She spanked Emma again, relishing that look of total helplessness on Emma’s face—oh, if only she could see the look in her eyes right now—and the way Emma’s whines were punctuated by needy wriggles, as if subconsciously begging for more.

“Gosh, sugar, if only there was a word for that,” she mused, leaning batman escort in even closer. She put a finger to her lips, pouting as if puzzled. “A word for a silly…” *smack* “… brainless…” *smack* “… hhhorny…” She positively purred the word as she gave Emma another spank.

Emma was drooling. Nodding. Whimpering with need.

Limini smirked. Oh, this was… this was delicious. This was almost too delectable to bear, in fact. Emma normally despised spankings—mainly because of how droolingly horny they tended to make her. Now she was pretty much pleading for more. Limini paused, lovingly caressing Emma’s luscious curves, encouraging more needy squirming and wiggling. “… obedient, submissive slut?”

The jungle witch whispered something.

Limini raised an eyebrow. “What was that, sweetie?”

Emma Rose moaned something, a little louder, and took a stumbling step back.

“Well?” Limini teased, walking after the witch, not letting up for a moment. As she ran her fingers between Emma’s legs, she was delighted to find that the witch was absolutely dripping. “Surely you can guess at the word, darling.”

“Bimbo,” Emma gasped, as the fingers stroked through the fabric over her pussy lips. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

Limini’s smirk widened. “What was that, precious?”

“Bimbo!” Emma cried. “Bimbo!” She giggled, swinging her hips in a motion that would have been seductive were she not giggling and moaning like an utter submissive slut. “I’m a bimbo! A bimbo! A h-horny obedient bimbo!”

“Goodness, Emma,” Limini purred, rising to her tiptoes as her lips brushed Emma’s neck, her cheek, her lips, drawing out the cutest, neediest whines with every tiny half-kiss, “are you sure? You’re really a… bimbo? That sounds awfully embarrassing for you, sugar.”

“Bimbo,” Emma whimpered, head bobbing as she wantonly ground her hot body against Limini, encouraging Limini’s playful fingers, “bimbo bimbo bimbo! I’m a bimbo!” She blinked rapidly, seeming to be losing capacity for words as Limini intensified the play of her fingers. “A… a horny, o-obedient… s-s-s-submissive… bimbo…”

“Who needs to be toyed with?” Limini cooed. She gave Emma another little spank, giggling as Emma jumped. “Fucked? Filled?”

“Filled,” Emma breathed, her voice filled with rapture, her eyes wide and shimmering, as if the word was a devout prayer.

Oh, gods. Limini could barely breathe. Emma was… was always gorgeous, but like this… gasping and moaning, so slutty, so eager to degrade herself, grinding her hot body against Limini, clutching Limini ever-so-tightly…

“And do you know,” she whispered, licking her lips—and Emma’s, since they were so close, and she couldn’t hide her delight at Emma’s little moaned giggle, “what a bimbo needs most of all?”

Emma was panting. She stared stupidly at Limini, and giggled, and wriggled.

“Bimbos needkisses,” Limini cooed. Her fingers tickled over Emma’s clearly sensitive ass. “Don’t they?”

“Oh. Ooh.” Emma nodded submissively, her cheeks flushing pink. “Kisses! Bimbos need… need…” She was panting, struggling to form words. Those pretty lips weren’t meant for words anymore.

“Need what, dear?” Limini asked, batting her eyelashes in innocence.

“Kisses!” Emma pleaded. “Bimbos need kisses!” She started bouncing in place in her excitement, her voice breathless with need, with bubbly bimbo glee. Kisses! Bimbos need kisses!”

“And what are you?” Limini murmured, her voice as soft and smooth as silk.

Emma quivered. “I’m… I’m, um…”

Limini giggled and decided to make it a little harder on Emma, her fingers teasing over Emma’s luscious body, tickling, promising.

Emma whined and trembled. “I-I’m… a-an obedient, h-h-horny…”

She broke off, practically vibrating, eyes wide and thoughts gone, as Limini’s fingers teased at tugging the thong down.

“…bimbo,” Limini cooed, and seized Emma Rose in a passionate kiss, positively flooding the magic into her. Emma squealed and moaned into the kiss, clinging to Limini like her only lifeline—only furthering her damnation, of course. More touch meant more magic. More magic meant more obedience. Limini’s tongue slipped into Emma’s mouth, and if there was some familiar taste there, Limini couldn’t place it. Emma submissively took the kiss, pleading for it without words as she clung needly to her seductress.

It was wonderful. Emma had never kissed her like this, Limini was sure—so inviting, so hungry, so needy, so absolutely drowning in passion. Limini felt a tingling buzz running through her as she kissed her witch captive, savoring the utter surrender.

And her heart absolutely melted when Emma’s little cries and whimpers told her Emma was noticing her fingers slipping under the thong—and how Limini’s fingers had begun to tease and play around Emma’s sensitive asshole. Bimbos need to be filled, after all, Limini thought with a sly smirk.

Filled. She giggled into the kiss, triumph bubbling in her like the sweetest, hottest syrup.

It felt like an eternity had passed when she finally pulled back, feeling a little dizzy herself.Okay, Limini, she thought dazedly, biting her lip to clear her head a little. Don’t get… carried away.

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My name is Kali and I’m a genetic anomaly, what you would consider to be a mutant. We don’t like to be called mutants. We find that term offensive. To us, it’s like calling a woman a bitch, addressing a black person by the term nigger or calling a gay person by the term fag. There are lots of others like me out there. Ordinary men and women whom Fate chose to become living embodiments of human genetic evolution. We’re out there and we’re in conflict with each other. And the rest of the world. That’s what sucks. We always have to look over our shoulders. There isn’t a single moment where we can feel truly safe.

I was born in 2600 B.C. in the Province of Ajmer-Merwara in the historical Ajmer Region of India. The daughter of a simple farmer. I lived with my family. My father, Abhay Abhivav and my mother, Ahladita were simple people who lived off the land which had belonged to my family for many generations. Life was good. I had many brothers and sisters. Our lives were simple but satisfactory. The family nicknamed me Uttana, meaning ‘tall one’ because I was over six feet tall, heavyset and rather dark-skinned. Until a horde of barbarians from a faraway led by a mighty warlord invaded our land and massacred my family. They killed me too. I was nineteen years old at the time. An old maid by their standards. I wasn’t to be married, according to my parents. They wanted me to become a temple priestess. I had mixed feelings about that.

The day my family perished, my whole life changed. That day I discovered there was evil in the world. In the farming country where I grew up, life was simple. Peace reigned and nobody bothered us. Then the invaders came and destroyed my entire world. And they also revealed to me something I hadn’t known about myself. I was different from the rest of humanity. A genetic mutation which took place at my conception resulted in my being more than human. I was chosen by Fate to avenge my family’s deaths and Mother Nature herself granted me the power to do so. You see, I was Immortal.

When I rose after being stricken by a savage horseman’s sword, I discovered that I had healed miraculously. My body had the ability to regenerate. Also, I was stronger than any human being could ever be. The combined physical strength of fifteen stalwart men, that’s the might which flowed through my entire body. On top of that, I could move at inhuman speeds. I could run faster than a wolf, one of the fastest and most resilient runners in the Animal Kingdom. Strength, speed, and accelerated healing. I had gone from an ordinary woman to a being with powers beyond imagination. Yet, it took my family’s deaths to bring these powers out of me. I hadn’t known about them before that day. But soon the world would know about me.

Thus began my journey. I roamed the valley in which I had spent my entire life, and found a artvin escort small group of young women who had survived the deaths of their families. They were away when the savages came and slaughtered the men and women they loved. Away because they were working in the most distant fields. The fields consecrated to the most powerful gods and goddesses of India. These women were thirty in number. Like me, they were young and filled with rage. I joined them. We took up arms, and horses, and went after the savages who had slaughtered our families. In time, we avenged the deaths of the men and women we loved.

Throughout history, there have been reports and myths of warrior women in many nations. They were called Amazons. I was the truth behind these myths. I trained the first female warriors in human history. I made them strong, and ruthless. And I taught them to defend themselves and what they cherished. Soon, we numbered in the thousands. We were the sacred protectors of the Kingdom of India. Kings and Queens called us by name when men and women from foreign nations invaded our sacred land and threatened our way of life. We were not the prototypical man-haters depicted in many stories about Amazons or the vicious barbaric hordes. I wouldn’t let the Amazon Nation stoop to this level. Not on my watch. We were the protectors of civilization. I wanted to make sure no barbarian ever slaughtered men and women from India again. In time, my exploits became legendary. The people of India worshiped me as the Goddess Kali.

And that’s the way it was for centuries. I watched countless men and women die of old age as well as the ravages of disease, famine and warfare. I had power like no man or woman had ever possessed before but I knew I wasn’t a Goddess. A Goddess would have the power to heal the body of a good man who was the cherished mate of one of her female followers. A Goddess would be able to snap her fingers and save thousands of men and women from a flesh-eating disease which the ancient world chose to forget. I was no deity. But what was I? I didn’t grow old. I didn’t sick. I was stronger than anything that lives. And I could move at speeds human beings could only dream of. I had been stabbed, burned, hung, crushed and drowned. I had been decapitated, and dismembered. Yet always my body grew new parts to replace lost or damaged ones. I healed quickly from even fatal wounds. Simply put, I could not die. So, what was I?

I didn’t know until I met the one called Shiva. When we first met, I was amazed. He was unlike anything I had ever seen before. A six-foot-five, broad-shouldered and quite frankly huge young man with dark brown skin, long black hair and pale bronze eyes. He was ruggedly handsome. He was an Indian Prince traveling throughout Asia and had come at last to aydın escort the Land of Ajmer-Merwara, the world-famous region of India whose King and Queen were under the protection of an Army of Women Warriors. When we first met, I was already five hundred years old yet he made me feel as giddy as a schoolgirl. Shiva had that effect on women. He was so beautiful. But that wasn’t it. I looked right into his eyes and knew we shared a connection.

You see, Shiva was like me. What you people call a mutant. He was already famous throughout the world because of his power. Nature made him genetically different. As a result, he had powers which even I could only dream of. Shiva had a strength which matched my own. Also, he could move at speeds exceeding mine. On top of that, he had an ability I wished I had. There isn’t a weapon made by man or by nature which has yet to overcome my regenerative powers. However, Shiva could do one better. He was invulnerable. Nothing under heaven could hurt him. I was amazed. This Indian Prince had been traveling the world, fighting against tyranny and the forces of evil. Along the way, he gained a reputation as being a wise man and a hero. I didn’t know what to make of him. He was a charmer who said he came in peace. He had traveled a long way to meet the Goddess Kali.

I had my reservations about him. When you have lived as long as I have, you learn to be careful. One should always beware of those who say they come in peace. Often they hide evil intent. Shiva was a powerful man. In my experience, both men and women tended to do terrible things when they acquired power. I’ve served evil Kings and evil Queens. People whose cruelty left a bad taste in my mouth. How I despised some of the despots who ruled India. Shiva claimed to be different. He told me he had no desire to rule the world. He thought it was too great a place for any one man or woman to rule. I considered that. Given enough time, I could rule the world. I just didn’t care to leave the Fatherland of India undefended.

Shiva told me of his travels. He had been to Greece, where learned men and women were living in some truly fascinating cities. He had been as far as Egypt in Africa, and seen the might of that nation. He had been everywhere, and seen men and women of varying races and cultures. He told me of wonders such as snow, something I had never seen. This filled him with awe and humility. I was riveted by his adventure tales. In five centuries, I had never left India. This man was something else. He also told me something truly strange. The world was filled with people like us. Men and women born with extraordinary abilities. I found that fascinating. Shiva told me some word of caution. Not every superhuman shared his respect for humanity. Many of these super-powered men balıkesir escort and super-powered women saw themselves as Gods and Goddesses. In Greece, he had seen hundreds of them band together and conquer the land. And they forced the locals to worship them as Gods.

The idea of any people living under tyranny seriously angered me. I had dispatched many a despot in my time. I voiced this to Shiva, telling him that we ought to travel to Greece and destroy these false gods. He laughed, saying they had powers far beyond our own. I reminded him that in my five centuries of existence, I had yet to lose a single personal combat. Hundreds of people had raised weapons against me. Women as well as men. They all lost. Simply because I cannot die. Shiva looked at me gravely and told me there were far worse things than death. He introduced me to his older brother Rudra, a tall, handsome, dark-skinned young man who roamed the land like a madman, sputtering nonsense. Rudra was an amazingly powerful young man. He could generate electricity, and use it as a weapon against his enemies. He was not someone anyone should trifle with. He had been Shiva’s protector in their travels around the world. At least until they crossed paths with some mutants in Greece, and fought a war they couldn’t win. And since then, Rudra was a madman. He was harmless, though. He went about using his powers to heal ordinary mortals. Apparently, he could do that.

My heart wrenched when I saw what he had been reduced to. Rudra had a power which could change the world. What happened to him was a truly sad event. Unfortunately, that’s life. Shiva and I spent a magical summer together, and I showed him the beauty of my little kingdom. A place where men and women lived peacefully without fear of attack from barbarians. He fell in love with the place, and with me. I loved Shiva with all my heart. I had never loved a man like that before or since. Ours was a passionate relationship. We were married before the King and Queen themselves. For the first, and indeed the last time, I was a bride. When Shiva asked me to return to his land with him, I had misgivings. He assured me I would become his Queen and the co-ruler of the land he would one day inherit. I wasn’t worried about that. I worried about my people. The King and Queen assured me they would be fine. My warriors were well-trained, and feared no one. My kingdom would be safe.

Thus, I left with my beloved husband. We would have many adventures together. The kingdom we ruled was prosperous. And we had many, many magnificent sons and daughters born with extraordinary abilities. In time, they became legendary rulers of India and were worshiped as deities. In spite of Shiva and I’s best efforts to dissuade them from doing so. But that’s a story for another time. Many people make me out to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster and him to be the voice of reason trying to placate a madwoman. You can see for yourself that this isn’t the case. History and mythmaking have a way of distorting one’s perception of people and events. I’m just an ordinary woman with extraordinary powers who sought happiness, love, fulfillment and meaning. Just like anybody else.

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It took almost an hour to cross the softly swaying grass and into the eaves of the forest once more. These trees lacked the corruption rampant around Pinwood, and instead bore an almost equally oppressive weight of years. Twisted and gnarled branches stretched high overhead, and the thick canopy, untouched by the hand of man for many a year, cast a perpetual twilight on the soft, spongy ground beneath. Thick, corded roots wound their way here and there, snaking from trunks so thick it would take two or three grown men to circle them with their arms, only to plunge into the earth. The brisk wind which had picked up earlier showed no signs of slowing, and whispered amongst the foliage with a cooling caress and a soft rustling.

The walk was rather pleasant, and would have been enjoyable if not for the circumstances. The forest was deceptively peaceful, and even as they approached the sinister spire which they knew lay before them, birds still fluttered overhead, and Alan could see the occasional flash of a deer darting away through the trees.

In time, they finally did arrive at the tower, where its obsidian facade rose abruptly from amongst ancient trees that hardly looked to have been disturbed in decades. Alan remembered the entire place laying in ruins, with blackened stumps and stripped logs strewn about like many toothpicks. None of that remained, and the trees appeared to have never been touched. It was undoubtedly some manner of sorcery which repaired both forest and structure.

The ground immediately about the base of the Startower was more gravel than earth, though this occurred only in a narrow band, a few feet across at most. There was no break in the trees, they came right up to the outer reach of that narrow band, and above, the branches came right up to press against the tower’s obsidian shod walls, maintaining that shield from the morning’s brightness all the way to the tower proper.

Great double doors of polished bronze stood fast before the four adventurers, surrounded by a frame of carved white stone that stood out starkly from the surrounding obsidian. The frame was carved to resemble great tentacles reaching up from the earth, only to wrap about an odd black orb where the keystone should be. However, rather than individual blocks of masonry, the whole of the door frame seemed carved of a single continuous stone. The doors themselves were forged with a bas-relief depicting many men and women writhing together, beneath an elevated, empty throne.

Alan didn’t recognize any of the imagery, it was all new to him. He had only been to the tower a few times when it originally stood, and he was fairly certain that he would remember anything that distinct. The glittering black orb atop the door especially resembled the Nightmare Orb. It certainly did not bode well for Miena’s mental state.

As they stood there, the orb above the door began to shine, and Miena’s voice drifted down from above, projected by some unseen magic, “Well it seems as though my visitors have arrived. Alan, bringing Windhawk and Vick to visit me? You shouldn’t have.” There was a pause, before she spoke in a sterner tone, “I mean that. You shouldn’t have. I suppose I’ll have to eliminate them as well. And what’s that, a gnome? I thought you found them annoying.”

The last statement caused Alan to wince. It was completely correct, and he realized that this entire expedition, Faringalia had been making a painfully conscious effort to tone back the very chatterbox nature that made her kind grate on his nerves so. She’d done a more than admirable job of it, and he’d found her company almost pleasant as a result. Still, he couldn’t miss the hurt look which lingered on her little face after hearing that announcement.

“Faringalia is different. She’s one of us now,” He quickly addressed the door, “She’s your replacement, and has been true to our cause. I wish I could say the same of you, Miena.”

While his quick defense seemed to cheer the illusionist, it was met merely by a scoffing exhalation from that projected voice. “Please, don’t make me laugh. She’s an illusionist. She can no more replace me than a crippled beggar could replace Vick. And what cause do you speak of, Alan? Since when did the Reavers of Aethwin have a cause other than their own profit?”

Alan scowled at that. His retort was immediate, “You know damn well they have another cause. Each other. The Reavers stick together. If you injure one of us, you shall feel the wrath of all of us. And you, you’ve crossed a line. Miena, we are going to come in there and take Lizzy back. And then we’re going to end you, once and for all!” He sounded more eager than he felt.

“Oh dear, how valiant. You almost sounded like a real hero there, Alan. Have you been taking notes from the dwarf? Please. The Reavers of Aethwin, charging into battle with a dark wizard yet again. You and I both know how this story usually ends, and this time you don’t have me to counter the spells that inevitably claim you. You don’t have Garthur kırklareli escort to patch you back together.”

The mocking tone of that disembodied voice grated on Alan’s nerves, and he pointed up to the orb shimmering over the doorway. “Break that.”

“With pleasure,” Vick and Windhawk spoke together, then stepped forward. Windhawk selected a particular, blunted arrow from her quiver, while Vick lifted the Black Blade in both hands. Windhawk’s bow sang, and her arrow zipped forth. The tip impacted the orb with a sharp sound, and a narrow little crack began to spread over the orb’s surface. Vick’s blade then swung up. It was an awkward, overhanded swing, but there was quite a bit of power in it. The edge of his sword found that new crack, and with an echoing crash, cleaved deep into it.

The orb shattered and exploded outward, scattering broken shards of smoldering stone over the group. Slowly, the doors beneath it began to sag in their frames. Whatever magic had kept them bound had fled with the destruction of the orb. Alan stepped forth and dug his fingers into the edge of one of the doors, and slowly, he pried it outward. He only opened the door wide enough to allow Vick to squeeze through. One by one, they slipped through and into the wizard’s lair.

The chamber beyond, the grand foyer of the Startower, was well lit by a white glow that seemed to emit from the very stones of the ceiling above. The floor was polished granite, the walls were white marble. Hanging about the hall were five tapestries, depicting each of the original Reavers of Aethwin in some feat of daring from their past. A set of stairs spiraled up from the right, and up along the inner wall of the circular tower. In the middle, a grand statue of a woman stood some eight feet high, arms outstretched. It took a moment for Alan to realize the statue was supposed to be Miena, so idealized was that representation.

The tower itself was roughly circular, and fairly modest from the outside, despite the grandeur of its obsidian facade. On the inside, however, it was immediately clear that considerations of basic geometry were thrown out the window. That interior room had three archways leading off to wings that were not actually present from the outside, and interspersed amongst the tapestries hanging from the high, arching ceiling were windows that should rightly have been well below the only ones visible from the outside. Even if they were merely unseen, they should have been below the canopy of the woods, in the shade of the forest. Instead, they allowed sunlight to flow in unhindered, to join the luminous shine of the enchanted masonry.

Vick whistled as he turned his eyes around the interior. “Damn, I kind of feel like the palace back in Aethwin is inadequate now. Maybe I should have some workers remodel it.”

“Madame Pryce is probably already doing so,” Alan’s comment brought a scowl from the Count, then a chuckle.

“Probably,” he ruefully agreed.

Windhawk readied another arrow as she skulked forward, while Faringalia gazed up in awe at each of the tapestries. The gnome woman was staying a little far from them, when Alan hustled to herd her back near to Vick.

“Can’t risk being split up this early in the game. Stick near Vick, he’ll protect you.”

The illusionist smiled up to Alan, “Yeah, thanks. Sorry, it’s just so… different than what I was expecting. Are those tapestries true? Are they showing stuff that actually happened?”

The old thief turned his own eyes up to study each one in turn. He finally nodded. “Yeah, for the most part.” Although he was uncertain, now. Why would she have kept such images about, if she simply intended to betray them.

Windhawk circled the room with bow drawn, and squinted down each of the corridors. Her soft soled boots made little sound as she completed her circuit, which only served to highlight how quiet the place really was. Alan wasn’t certain what he expected, some sort of ambush, a chamber of horrors, rows of slaves being readied for some dark mine. He strained to hear anything, any hint of noise within the still, silent air. It was all for naught, all he heard was the faint patter of the elf’s footsteps and the group’s breathing.

With a final step, the ranger leaned in toward the rest of the group. “It seems clear. Quiet as a tomb.”

“That’s what’s getting to me. At the very least, we know one person should be here.” Either Lizzy or Miena, Alan would settle for getting his hands on either, for various reasons. He glanced toward the stairs, musing to himself. “Let’s get to the top of this place. I have a hunch that Miena will be up top.”

“A hunch, huh?” Vick’s voice rumbled forth with some amusement. “So we’re not doing a room by room search for your precious beloved, just following your random guess?”

Alan scowled at the warrior, though he did have a point. Another glance was given to those stairs, before he nodded. “Yeah. Miena wants me, for whatever afyon escort reason. Whether to keep me or kill me, it doesn’t matter. She’ll be in the most obvious place imaginable. Which in the case of a tower would be the very top.”

Vick shrugged, “Alright Tinsley. This is your mission.” Shouldering his massive blade, the warrior strode over toward Alan, with Faringalia tagging behind, almost like some frightened child.

Alan took the lead this time, and moved slowly. He kept his eyes sweeping over his surroundings, seeking any signs of traps or other surprises. There was nothing to be caught, however, and soon he began leading them up that winding stairway.

They hadn’t got more than a few feet, however, before a piercing scream sounded from one of the corridors below. It was quickly followed by another, and then a feminine voice pleading for help. Although it was no one Alan recognized, she sounded as if she were in a great deal of pain.

Vick was already starting back down the stairs when Alan called down to him, “It’s not her.”

The warrior, and the gnome who now followed on his heels at every movement, both looked up to the rogue incredulously. “So we’re just supposed to abandon some woman because we don’t know who she is?” Vick’s voice boomed upward, as if it were some great offense.

Alan was fairly certain that if it had been a man’s screams, Vick wouldn’t have cared less.

There was a moment’s more hesitation, then Alan cursed. He began to head back down the stairs, with Windhawk at his side. As Vick and Faringalia reached the bottom, however, another cry sounded. This one drifted down from above, and Alan certainly knew this voice.

“Lizzy!” He spun about, then managed to ascend a few steps, before he realized Vick wasn’t following him. He looked over his shoulder, then sighed. Alan waved one hand to the warrior, “Go after the other woman, then come back up after you’ve ended whatever is hurting her.”

Vick chuckled softly, “Sure thing. Good luck, Tinsley.”

The old rogue nodded, even as he cursed himself for what he was doing. Splitting the party had already resulted in one death, but there was little he could do in this instance. He was just grateful when Windhawk fell into step beside him. Faringalia was with Vick, and if everyone was careful, they should be able to handle whatever they came across.

As he ascended to the second floor landing, however, Alan wasn’t so certain of that. Before him, another round room stretched out, another staircase gracefully curved upward to the next floor, opposite of where his own head peeked up past the safety railing along the edge of the landing. This room was more dimly lit than the last. No grand windows offered lighting, only a single, central orb similar to the one they had shattered above the front door offered any sort of illumination. A flickering, purple radiance shone down from where thick ropes supported the large, dark sphere overhead.

Beside the odd lighting arrangement, the chamber appeared to be some sort of mad laboratory. Rows of sturdy wooden shelves and cabinets circled the room, with the shelves containing a mix of books, jars, and vials of strange materials. Across the center of the room were spread several tables, each one a sturdy, polished stone slab over thick, squat wooden legs. Leather restraints were bolted into the sides of each of the slabs, allowing whoever might be upon the table to be easily secured.

Amongst those tables stalked a pair of monstrosities. Unsettling to behold, each one was vaguely humanoid, with bone white skin and no hair. They stood close to nine feet tall, but were gaunt, looking stretched out, with long legs, spindly arms, and an elongated torso. Empty black eyes were fixed upon the work each of the two creatures was performing, with a look of great concentration. Loose black fabric hung in wispy sheets from about their torsos, leaving their pale arms free. Those arms ended in long fingered hands, which moved quickly in their horrendous work.

Lizzy was there, or rather, it appeared there were several Elizabeths. Upon each table was secured a copy of Alan’s wife. Each of them was nude, bound spread eagle. But not all of them were whole. The horrid creatures moving between the tables performed unspeakable surgeries upon the carious copies of Elizabeth, as her various forms shrieked or sobbed.

Scalpels cut and needles stitched. Tubes snaked from various containers and plunged into bodies, while other forms were twisted by magic or past modifications into oddly artistic abominations. Alan knew that not all of them could be his real wife. He hoped none of them were, but the thought that any one of those cruelly tormented lookalikes might be the real thing was a knife to his heart. He could do little but stumble forward over the last step, and let forth a gurgled, terrified cry.

An arrow whistled past his shoulder, and struck one of the tall, gaunt figures in the amasya escort chest. The impact forced it to stagger back from the blow. For a moment, the second one did nothing, and then another arrow joined the first, planting itself deeply within that injured being’s flesh. Only then did the second creature turn, and swivel its deep, inky eyes toward the two.

“Alan! What are you doing?! Get going!” Windhawk near shouted, and Alan tore his eyes from the horror show before him.

He looked back to the elf, and managed to stammer out, “Don’t you see what’s in there?!”

“Yeah, and I have no idea what they are, but there’s only two of them.” She near growled the words as she strung another arrow, and let it loose. It zipped across the room toward that one creature she had been hammering.

Alan reluctantly turned back toward the room, only to find the scene changed. No more did images of his wife writhe and wail from every table. They were all empty. Only the two gaunt, tall, long limbed monstrosities remained. One was much nearer than he recalled, while the other was still trying to recover from taking those shots from Windhawk’s bow. Another arrow streaked forth, but this one missed, skittering back and shattering against the far wall of the chamber.

With a curse, the thief drew his own blade, and ran forth. He had no idea what these creatures were, he’d never seen anything of their sort before, but if Windhawk’s arrows could injure them, so could his blade. He dashed forward toward the first, but as its long, gangly arms raised to reach toward him, he ducked and skidded across the polished floor of the chamber. His progress took him under a nearby table, then out the other side. He rose to his feet and charged toward the creature Windhawk had been systematically turning into a pincushion. The sweep of the long arms of the figure he’d bypassed could be felt across the nape of his neck, but it didn’t manage to grab onto him. His blood ran cold at the close call, and he inwardly damned their reach.

Sweeping his blade upward, Alan held the leather wrapped grip in both hands. He put his whole weight into the slash, drawing the relatively short, sharp blade through the horror’s abdomen. The tall creature began to teeter over, but those long arms, tipped with wriggling, twig-like fingers, began to descend on Alan.

Another arrow saved the thief’s life, as it plugged into the thing’s chest with the others. Alan yanked his blade out sideways, tearing the strange, inhuman being’s flesh asunder. Thick, black-red blood hissed out of the wound, and it toppled over without so much as a cry.

Indeed, neither of the beings had made a sound during the entire confrontation. It was eerie, unnatural, like fighting mute marionettes. The remaining creature swiveled at the waist to face him, then advanced upon him with a disjointed, uneven gait. At least, if it was pursuing him, Windhawk would have free reign with her bow. In that short time, it had closed a huge amount of distance. With long limbs and terrifying speed, the thing would be hard to avoid. As it closed in, however, Alan could see more of it. Those long fingers ended in scalpel like talons, while the thing’s face was utterly inhuman. Large, empty black eyes were the sole feature that stood out. There was nothing in the way of ears, nor a nose, just little holes where nostrils should be. Its mouth was a lipless slit, its features undefined.

As the remaining creature snapped one arm out, Alan recoiled. He raised his blade, but it was too late. Those fingers wrapped about his throat, and drew him bodily up from the ground. His air was cut off by its grip, and it showed no sign of strain as it raised him as easily as if he were a pillow. Its flesh felt clammy, moist and cool against his own skin, and he grabbed at its wrist with one hand.

An arrow impacted the being’s side, and though it stumbled a half step, it was unrelenting in its grip on Alan’s neck. The next arrow to strike was equally futile, though thick blood seeped from the wounds. With no leverage at his height, Alan could think to do only one thing. He brought his blade upward in an awkward slash, toward the arm that held him.

The first blow hacked deeply into its strange flesh, and the subsequent jostling put more pressure on his bruised throat. He gritted his teeth as he raised that sword for another blow. The second severed the arm just below the elbow, and he went tumbling down from the silent creature, landing hard upon one of the stone topped tables. For a moment after it was severed, that hand retained its strength and its grip on Alan’s neck, before it finally fell away.

Two more arrows sprouted from the thing’s torso, and the thing lurched forward, as if it were about to fall on Alan. The rogue had little time to get out of its way, so after taking a quick, gasping breath, he rolled to one side immediately, and off the edge of the table. The creature’s knees buckled, and it finally toppled down onto that tabletop.

The wooden legs creaked under the combined weight of the stone slab and the unnatural creature upon it. Alan sprung to his feet, and though he didn’t have the best footing, he brought his blade down as quickly as he could, aiming for the thing’s neck. A single blow was all it took, and the battle was over. Both of the otherworldly creatures lay still.

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“Let’s…” said Tarissa, just as the corridor plunged into blackness, “…go!”

Her words vanished into the void as she felt herself being spun around, losing all sense of direction. The whirling stopped, but the light did not return. She steadied her breath, sword still held out in front of her, although how she would use it if she could not see anything she did not know.

“Is everyone here? Light!” she called out.

There was no response, and the way her voice echoed off the walls told her that the corridor was now empty. If it was even the same corridor, which she doubted. Whatever magic had extinguished the lights had also whisked them away to different parts of the complex, separating them, and making it difficult to find their way back together again – at least without giving away their location to their enemies.

The demon itself, she felt sure, would not be inconvenienced by anything as minor as the absence of light. The members of the harem should be as blind as she, though… assuming, of course, that Sashjant had not thought to equip them with some sort of magical item. The adventurers were at very much of a disadvantage, caught in a maze of corridors they did not know and could not even see. But how big could that maze be? There was no obvious limit, but surely magic could hide only so much?

She reached out, touched the wall. She was still in some sort of corridor, then. All she could do was keep moving forward, and perhaps she would find somewhere there was light. Or the demon would find her, which would at least give her the chance of doing something. She stepped forward, taking measured steps, trailing her left hand along the wall, holding her sword out in front of her, as if menacing the inky blackness ahead.

Her ears caught the sound of fighting. One of her companions, probably Dolrim, had found something, but she was not there to help. She picked up her pace, hoping to find some turning in the corridor that led in the right direction. Her hand found the wooden surface of a door. It was a little too regular to be real wood, even she could tell that, but it led in the direction of the sounds, no longer of fighting, but of muffled words she could not quite catch. That was not a good sign.

She yanked the door open, but there was only more blackness beyond. She stepped inside, waving her sword about but found nothing. Taking a few steps forward, the tip of her blade hit something soft. No sound though, no indications of movement. She stretched out her free hand, found what appeared to be a bale of cloth blocking her way. Soon she established that she had found nothing more exciting than a small storeroom, with no other exit. She bit back a curse of frustration, and stepped back out into the corridor. There could be dozens of rooms in here, and it would take long enough to search them all if she could see, let alone under these conditions.

Silence had descended once again. Had Dolrim been victorious? If he had faced the demon alone, that seemed doubtful, but it was by no means certain that he had. In addition to Sashjant hjmself, there should be four women in here. One of them was a warrior, a tall brunette who dressed in barbaric leathers, but the other three had seemed harmless enough, merely captives he had taken along the way, chosen for looks, not fighting prowess. A harem was, after all, not intended for personal defence, especially not for something that probably believed itself to be largely invulnerable in the first place.

She found another door; nothing but silent blackness beyond once again. There was no point in exploring that, then; it would be better to stay with the corridor. If Sashjant and the barbarian were prowling about looking for intruders, that was where they would be. At most she might find one of the other women cowering in a room, and she could not see how that would be useful. They would just give her position away, and she had no means of freeing them from their slavery.

She continued walking. Then, just as she turned a corner, her foot bumped into something soft. She knelt, feeling about with her hand. A woman, unconscious. It had to be the redhead, still under the effects of Almandar’s spell. At least she knew she was close to the entrance now.

There was a soft sound behind her, and she span, still in a half-crouch, sword levelled as something whirred through the air towards her. It hit her, knocking her back, but not with great force. Too late, she realised that the thing was a net, with cords that magically wrapped themselves around her. Something tore, she could hear the sound, but could not tell what it was. She tried to stand, tried to throw the net off herself, but it was like fighting a creature with a dozen tentacles.

Even as she moved, the cords of the net tightened, forcing her legs into a kneeling position, thighs pinioned to her calves. They yanked her left arm into her side, and she sensed that only her gorget stopped them from strangling her. She could ardahan escort still move her sword arm… it must have been one of the cords she had heard tearing, cutting itself on the sharp blade. Which meant that she had a chance to cut herself free.

If only she could do so in time.

She grunted with exertion as the cords bit tighter, forcing her into an uncomfortable position, even the upper part of her sword arm bound to her chest, only free from the elbow down. She tried to pull it against the cords across her chest, hoping to free her other arm, or perhaps even both.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” said a voice, masculine and silky smooth. Her sword was pulled from her grasp, thrown away to clatter on the floor. She lashed out with her fist, for that at least was still free, but only caught her assailant a glancing blow. He laughed, cruelly. “That too, will avail you little. You are my prisoner, accept it. You have failed.” Before she could reach for her dagger, he had pulled that loose, too. Evidently he could see perfectly well in the blackness, just as she had suspected.

She tried to pull herself up with her free arm, and grabbed at the cords around her body. Pulling them had no effect, it just made them constrict tighter. There was nothing she could do now, she realised, but wait and conserve her strength. Perhaps she would get a better opportunity later. Her companions were, after all, still out there – or so she hoped.

She heard the sound of a muttered spell, saw a flash of bluish light that somehow failed to illuminate anything around it, and then heard a woman groaning. Sashjant had obviously woken up the redhead.

“How many of them are there?” he asked, voice calm yet urgent.

“Four… I think… I only caught a brief glimpse. There might be more.”

“Hah!” snorted Sashjant with a self-satisfied sound, “and four I have captured. You see, warrior woman,” Tarissa could sense he had turned back to her now, “you have failed. Utterly, as do all who challenge me.”

Four, thought the paladin. The woman had only seen four of them. She had missed one, most likely Vardala, with her small size, and at least one of them was free in the complex. Even if only one remained free, perhaps he or she could rescue the others. It was a thought worth holding on to. All was not yet lost, no matter what Sashjant believed.

“I can’t be certain,” said the woman’s voice, “it was only a moment.”

“Then let us take this captive to the throne room, and be sure.” Sashjant grabbed at Tarissa’s free arm, and began to drag her along the floor. He was clearly strong, she had to give him that, but what else could you expect from a demon?

“But I can’t see!” wailed the redhead.

“It is a magical protection, part of the wards on this place. Follow the sound, Kara, you do not need me to help you.”

Tarissa felt herself being unceremoniously pulled along a series of twisting corridors, moving deeper into the maze. She grit her teeth and put up with the indignity – there was nothing much to be achieved by complaining.

In fact, it was not long before she heard some doors being opened, and then light spilled across her face. She was dragged into a well-lit room, and then half-thrown, half-pulled against a series of scatter cushions.

The room was sumptuously decorated, and from her position on the floor she could see a number of chairs and low tables, one of the chairs high and gilded, which indeed fitted the description of a throne. There were statues here, too, of many-armed demons, prowling cats, and near-naked dancing girls. From her vantage point, she could just make out platters, pitchers, and bowls on the table tops, some of them brimming with rich food.

Sashjant stood back from her, looking down at his prize. He looked fully human, although of exotic extraction. His skin was dark, a rich brown colour, similar to that of many Jalibians, although his facial features were more akin to those of Haredil natives. He had long black hair that fell in a mane around his shoulders, a short, pointed beard, and midnight-black eyes that glowered with disdainful cruelty.

He had on a wrap-around robe of what appeared to be purple silk, trimmed in gold. Unlike the robes of Haredil wizards, it reached to just below his knees, and she could see he was wearing matching silk trousers and white slippers decorated with silver thread, A wide, golden belt circled his waist, tightening the robe to show off the power of his shoulders and muscular chest beneath the silk.

“You brought the sword?” he asked, evidently speaking to Kara, who had just entered the room, blinking in the sudden light. “Never mind. Put it on the table, it is of no use to her. Now, close the door, there is something I must do.”

The redhead acted obediently, as Sashjant moved to sit on his throne. There was an orb set into the right arm-rest, a black glossy sphere over which the demon moved adıyaman escort his hand. “There,” he said, a moment later, “now we will not be interrupted.”

“You see,” he said, standing up and walking over to the captive paladin, “just in case there are any more of you, I have shielded this room with a disorientation spell. Even if anyone could find it in the darkness, they will lose all sense of direction, and be turned away from the door. Only my own followers are safe from the effect. I believe I have captured all of your companions, but even if I have not, nobody is coming to save you.”

She tried not to let the disappointment show. There was always a chance, so long as she remained alive, no matter how small it might be becoming.

“But let us see. Open your mind to me, mortal woman, and tell me what you know.”

He leaned closer, dark eyes wide, a hypnotic gaze that she could sense boring into her soul. She sent a hurried, silent, prayer to Pardror and then closed her mind of all thoughts. It was part of the spiritual training of her order, a part of the mental discipline required of paladins. She locked eyes with the demon, imagining a solid wall in her mind’s eye, Her other thoughts she pushed to the back of her mind, out of reach of the demon’s probing mental fingers. She could feel those fingers, testing the imaginary wall, jabbing and searching for a way in, a most unpleasant sensation in her head, yet one she steadfastly refused to overwhelm her.

Sashjant snarled and pulled back, baring his teeth, and banging a table in frustration. “She has had some training to resist this… some method that keeps me out! I can sense her thoughts, but not read them. Curse you, human – do not think that this will stop me.”

He visibly calmed himself down, stroking his robe, although it was not really ruffled, and turned back to Kara, standing dutifully by the side of the room. “You said there were four of them. What did they look like?”

“A dwarf, a man, and a woman – and her, of course,” she indicated Tarissa, “the man had dark hair, that was all I had time to see. Oh, and he was not wearing armour.”

“The dwarf I have captured myself,” said Sashjant proudly, “Geska has him captive. She hates dwarves, you know,” he added conversationally to the paladin, “now that I know I don’t need him, I suppose I will let her kill him, if she wishes. Gut’rul has the man, she sent me a message,” Tarissa wondered how she had done that; perhaps it was part of the magical hold he had over them, “so he need not concern us, either.”

He paused, cocking his head to one side, as if listening. “The woman… yes, someone has entered Rupinder’s study, that must be her. Well, if she is not captured, we can still neutralise her.” He stepped back to the throne, and placed his hand on the orb once more. “The door to the study is now locked. Only Rupinder and I can open it. So, if this stranger overcomes my woman, she will be trapped inside. But, if Rupinder overcomes her… then, we have no problem,”

“All defeated,” he added with a grin, stepping back from the throne. “Now it only remains to discover how they got in, and seal the gap. And to find what happened to Mei-Xing.” He turned towards Tarissa, looking down at her trussed up form. “Have you killed her? She does not answer my sendings, and she has not come back. So she is either dead, or held captive somewhere I cannot reach. Which is it?”

The paladin, naturally, said nothing.

“No, I thought you would require more persuasion to tell me. Of course, I could read the mind of one of your companions; they cannot all be as shielded as you. But there is another possibility.”

“You strike me, warrior, as a woman of honour and principle,” he spat the words, as if they were a curse, “the sort that feels the need to help others. Perhaps you wanted to ‘rescue’ my followers, not realising that they enjoy my company, and serve my superior majesty as all mortals should. But, yes, protect the weak, all that crap, never allow the innocent to suffer needlessly.”

“Well, what else are the innocent for? They aren’t much use for anything, now are they? So I’ll tell you what I am going to do. The two men are of little interest, and I know they are captive, but the other woman. Ah, now, she may be trapped, but Rupinder is not too strong, so how do I know what has happened? I will go there, and make certain that she is captured, if she is not already. It is a pity I cannot use the net, but it seems to be busy with you at the moment, and it is not as if I have no other powers. Either way, I shall capture her, and bring her here.”

“Then, I shall torture and rape her while you watch. Every time you answer a question of mine honestly, I shall spare her one little bit of pain. How does that sound?”

The paladin glared at him, struggling not to allow the hatred and anger to overcome her emotions. If he was somehow able to actually carry karabük escort through on his threat, that might become impossible, but for now she just managed to keep a check on her rage. This creature was truly a monster.

Sashjant grinned, a flash of amusement. “Well, we shall see, shan’t we?” he asked, his voice almost gleeful.

“This is the sort of thing you enjoy?” she said, keeping her voice steady. She did not want to rise to the bait, but the longer she could keep him talking, the more chance she might have. “You think you are justified in what you do? Do the feelings of others matter so little to you? Your philosophy, if I can even call it such, is empty and barren.”

“Oh, I think not,” replied the demon, “if the weak do not wish to be dominated, they should not be weak. Yes, I am more powerful than any mere mortal, but that is because I have supernatural power in my veins, it would be an insult for me not to use it. It is my right and my destiny to rule over humans.”

“And it is pleasurable, let me assure you. The strong rule over the weak, because that is the way of the universe. Without it, we would all be dragged down by the pathetic mewling sops of gutter humanity. Lessened, cheapened, by their gutless, worthless, lives. There would be mere anarchy, and anarchy of the most debased kind.”

“Do you believe we should help people? That we should protect the innocent? Let them protect themselves, if they can! It is not for us to waste our energy doing their work for them. The weak disgust me, the innocent disgust me, for they do not have the courage to do as they should. And those who disgust me… they are lucky if I let them live. I am power, and majesty, and a superior intellect that cows mere mortals before me. I will not debase myself with their craven stupidity.”

“Your beliefs are a weakness, and I shall show it to you. I shall show it to when I rape your friend in front of you, and you know that you are powerless to stop it. You will either tell me what I want to know, thus proving your inferiority, or you will betray your ridiculous rules of honour. Either way, I will have proven myself right, and proven you wrong in your beliefs.”

“And all the while, as I torment your friend, you will be quaking in fear, because you know that, once I have finished with her, it shall be your body that I defile next. Think on that, human!”

He strode towards the door, clearly uninterested in any further conversation, but it opened before he even got there. A woman strode into the room; Tarissa instantly recognised her as one of the harem, the dark-skinned one who had appeared to be a secretary or clerk of some kind.

“Ah, Rupinder,” said Sashjant, “I see that you must have…”

“You bastard!” screamed the woman, hurling a dagger in the demon’s direction.

He was so surprised that he did not even try to dodge, standing there open-mouthed as the knife thudded into his chest. He looked down at it, uncomprehending, and then up at Rupinder.

“I don’t understand…” he said, pulling the knife out casually. Even from where she was lying, Tarissa could see that the wound closed up almost instantly, leaving no sign of injury through the slash in Sashjant’s robe.

From the blackness through the doorway came a stream of glowing white magical missiles, and this time, the demon did move, although he could not avoid them all, and bursts of light showered around him, causing him to shout in anger and apparent pain, as his hands moved in a blur to cast his own spells.

Even as he did so, Sashjant’s skin rippled, his body warping and transforming as he took on his true form. Orange and black fur sprouted over his head and hands, and a whiter patch on the exposed parts of his chest, where the robe had been slashed and come partly open. His shape changed little, save for developing an even more powerful muscular physique, but his face was stretching out into an animal-like snout.

It took only a brief moment, and then Sashjant’s true form was revealed. A tall, athletic humanoid, furred, and with a striped head that, colouration aside, looked rather like that of a lion, albeit without the mane. Strong and sharp teeth glistened as he growled, an inhuman snarl from the back of his throat.

It came as no surprise to Tarissa to see Calleslyn rushing into the room, a magical ward raised in front of her, and already preparing to cast another spell. But where was Almandar? Sashjant had implied that he had been captured, and, so far, there was no sign that Calleslyn had been able to free him. Would the elven magician be able to take down the demon on her own?

The red-headed woman – Kara – ran across the room, reaching out for what appeared to be a wand laid on one of the tables. It was unclear whether she intended to use it herself or pass it to Sashjant, although her intention to protect her master was undoubted. But she never reached the table, for Rupinder caught her in a flying tackle, knocking her to the floor, where the pair struggled violently.

Tarissa fumed at her helplessness as bolts of magical energy began to fly across the room. Sashjant had raised a shield that deflected spells, but he still had not managed to land any decisive blow on his assailant. So far the battle was even, but there was nothing the paladin could do to help out.

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Talia was an independent young woman who enjoyed traveling. At the age of 25 she had already done two tours with Green Peace helping people of 3rd world countries. She had also spent time in the Jungles of South America and the wilds of Africa. Now she was on an archaeological trip to a remote island somewhere in the South pacific. There were ancient ruins there that had been recently discovered.

Once the small water plane landed everyone stepped onto the sandy shore and looked up at all the tall and beautiful trees. This was jungle seemingly full of like and pristine. They hiked to the camp site near the ruins. The next morning after everyone had slept through the night in tents and ate a quick breakfast consisting of pop tarts and bottled water, they headed out.

They gingerly began exploring the ruins and imagining what it must have looked like before it became ruins. Digging soon began and odd artifacts were discovered. There were tablets with strange writing on it. None of the experts had ever seen it before. Then one of them joked, “Maybe it is from aliens.”

Talia wandered off by herself out if sight from the others. Then, the ground gave way and she fell and hit the ground below hard with a thud. She called for the others but no one heard her. There was no way to climb back out so she decided to find another way out. She turned on her flash light and began adventuring. Along the way she saw more unusual artifacts and things with the odd writing on them. She finally came to a heavy wooden door. She slowly pulled it open.

She gasped at what she saw. She seemed to have found an underground meeting hall of some sort. The floor was polished stone and there were tall stone pillars. At the other end there seemed to be a throne atop a raised floor with steps leading to it. And along the sides of the room were statues. Upon inspection these statues looked like nothing in the history books. They looked like large obscene creatures with tentacles and tails. Their faces resembled humans, however, just larger with evil facial expressions. Talia suddenly felt afraid that perhaps this was indeed alien ruins.

She walked to the throne and up the steps. She felt tired and sat in the chair. When she did, the chair snapped a metal band around her waist tightly to hold her in place. She screamed and struggled to free herself. Then, odd twisted lights began to light on their own along the walls.

An alien that looked like the statues beamed in front of her. The tall dark green creature eyed her a few moments. His glowing red eyes squinted slightly. His leathery body seemed nude and he tensed as he walked to her. She screamed and he smiled wickedly showing very pointy teeth.

He had a thick monster cock that was bout 13 inches long and 4 inches around. And then there were the tentacles…. There was one from the tip of each shoulder blade and one from each hip. The tentacles were long, rounded at the ends and about 2 inches thick. And who could forget his long tail…

He stepped forward and said, “I am Ruler Keznuroch. This place belongs to me. Why are you here, Human?!” She stammered, “I-I f-fell. Fell from above and wandered in here. I-I am sorry. I’ll l-leave.” He chuckled, “Well, I think I will enjoy you for awhile before you leave. Humans are so much fun to play with.”

He leaned in close to her as she tried to move her face away as much as possible. He smiled to her with pointed fangs and exhaled hard on her. When he did, a mist came from his mouth. It covered her face and she gently drifted to unconsciousness. He released her from the seat and quickly got to work.

When Talia awoke, she was in what appeared to be a dungeon. It had stone walls, stone flooring and a stone ceiling. There were more of the strange lights from above lining these walls too. She slowly opened her now heavy eye lids. Her sight was blurry but slowly clearing. She looked around and saw all sort of kastamonu escort odd yet obviously alien equipment. Most of it looked very menacing and frankly, scary.

Talia felt a tingling in her wrists and ankles. She looked to them and realized that there was some sort of glowing green energy around her wrists and ankles. She tried to move but the odd energy held her firmly as if she was set in stone. These strips of energy seemed to reach out from the circular metal frame that was a few feet above her and circled down a few feet below her.

She began to cry and struggle in vain. And then she heard his voice behind her, “Yes, my Human toy. Struggle if you must. It excites me tremendously.” She froze in terror.

Talia then cried out, “Please, please! Free me! Please don’t hurt me!” Her body trembled as the tears flowed from her eyes.

He walked around in front of her and stuck his long green tongue out. His tongue licked her tears away and he exhaled. He brought his tongue back into his mouth and smiled evily to her, “My people do not shed tears. I love the taste of the tears you Humans leak. I hope to taste much more of your tears before I am finished satisfying myself with you.” She just continued to sob.

The alien walked over to a cart and lifted a metal piece from it. It looked much like what Dentists use to keep a mouth open during surgery. He held it up in front of her face, “This will keep your mouth open. Bite down too hard and you may chip your teeth. Now open your mouth so I may place this in your mouth.”

Talia turned her head to the side and shut her mouth tightly. She was obviously refusing to oblige his request.

He simply laughed finding her amusing. He brought a hand up to pinch her nose tightly. She soon had to open her mouth to breathe. When she did he shoved it into her mouth. She screamed out in fear and hopelessness.

The Alien sighed, “Much better.” The tentacles from his shoulders came forth and squeezed her large breasts. The tips were wet and seemed to lick at her nipples. A tentacle from a hip slid up her thigh and poked at her pussy. The tip was wet like the other two tentacles and slowly slid into her. As she screamed out from the shock of it all, the tentacle kept pushing. It found her cervix and pushed through it. The tentacle went all the way into her womb and only stopped when it reached the top of her womb.

The Alien seemed to be enjoying himself, obviously feeling everything his tentacles touched. His fourth tentacle came up and rubbed her clit. He looked down into her shocked and terrified eyes, “You will cum soon. I know human females like this thing called a clitoris stroked.”

She screamed out, “Never!”. She then began to thrash and tried to pull away from the tentacles.

He chuckled, “Yes, keep struggling.” The tentacle inside of her began to slowly move in and out leaving only the tip inside when it pulled out. The end of the tentacles squeezing her breasts opened up. They had small mouths that we like suction cups. The suction cups opened up over her nipples and began to suck hard. They were pulling on her nipples while they sucked as if trying to stretch her nipples out.

As much as Talia didn’t want to admit it, she was becoming sexually aroused. Her now soaking and dripping wet pussy told on her. The alien moaned and the tentacle rubbing her clit opened up like the ones on her nipples. It began to suck and pull like the tentacles on her nipples as well. She closed her eyes as her body tightened. Tears fell from her eyes as she came hard.

The alien chuckled and pulled completely away from her. She was left hanging there with her own cum dripping to the floor below. He stepped close again pulled her head up by her hair. He licked her tears away, “A mere Human can not resist me or my race. On my planet I have Human slaves that beg for me to make them kayseri escort cum. You will be no different.” She just hung her head when he let go of her and remained silent.

He then walked to a panel attached to the frame. It was just a plain looking square. But, Talia watched from the corner of her eye. He put a long taloned finger to the panel and his finger seemed to slip into some silvery liquid. He slowly twirled his finger in it. As he did, the frame slowly turned her upside down. The alien then lifted his finger upward slowly. She was raised upside down until her feet almost touched the frame.

The alien walked over to her and aligned his cock with her still forced open mouth. A tentacle from his hip wrapped firmly around her neck to prevent her from moving her head. He pushed his monster sized cock into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk and she gagged when he reached the back of her throat. He began to slowly push his cock in and out.

He then brought his tongue to her wet pussy and began to lap up her juices. He moaned into her pussy and then slipped his thick leathery tongue inside. She moaned from the pleasure of it.

A tentacle was then brought up to her asshole from his shoulder. The end opened up and sucked on her perfect rosebud. At this point she was filled with fear again. She was terrified he would enter her ass in some way.

The alien pulled his tongue from her wet pussy and said, “Relax. It is going to happen. Be a good girl and it won’t hurt too badly.” He slipped his tongue back into her. He began to furiously lick her slick walls and the tentacle began to slip into her ass. She tensed and her eyes rolled back into her head.

He began to furiously face fuck her and hungrily ate her out. The tentacle pushed into her ass burying its’ head in her hot dark canal. The moisture the tentacles made helped to lubricate its’ way in. But, it still hurt. She released muffled cries from the pain. He seemed unaffected by her cries of pain as he continued.

She continued to scream and cry as the tentacle pushed deep into her bowels. Once it reached a safe depth it began to wiggle around inside of her like a worm. The tentacle was trying to loosen her up. All of this continued until her screams subsided.

The alien then pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth. He continued to eat her out though. And now the tentacle in her ass began to move in and out. She moaned out in pleasure and her body tensed. She had her second orgasm. The alien pulled the tentacle out and greedily drank up her juices. He licked her pussy until it was almost dry again.

She was now in a daze. Her body was weak and her mind felt fatigued.

The Alien walked over to the panel and made it twirl her right side up. He then pushed the two bottom corners of the panel and her ankles were released. He walked in front of her and tweaked her nipples with his fingers. He then lifted her hips up with his hands and wrapped them around his waist. He aligned his monster cock up to her pussy and slowly slid into her.

Talia cried out from the pain of his thickness and he licked her tears. A tentacle from his hip came up to her anus and shoved its’ self roughly inside of her. The second tentacle from his hip came up and wormed its’ way into her ass too. The pain was too immense and she screamed out from the pain. Then, she was unconscious.

When Talia awoke, she was strapped to a device hanging from the ceiling and there was what looked like a bed below her. Her legs were spread wide like she was doing a split. Her arms were restrained by a leather strap above her head. She tried to move her legs but leather straps kept her legs fasted tightly to some sort of metal frame.

She began to thrash about and scream out. The Alien came up behind her. He said to her in a mocking tone, “I have been waiting for you to awake my precious kıbrıs escort slave. Have you dreamed of your Master?”

She hissed at him, “Fuck you!”

The Alien laughed, “Oh, I can oblige. You will fuck me.” He then scooted onto the bed below her. He held some sort of device in his hand. He slid a slider up with one finger and she was raised into the air a bit. He pushed the tip of his cock in and then used the slider to bring her down slowly. Slowly, her push was stretched and forced to accommodate him.

Talia of course screamed out from the pain, “No! Oh God it hurts! Please stop! Please!”

The Alien chuckled, “Such a troublesome Human.” The device continued to lower her until she took all 13 inches deep within her. He moaned well pleased with the sensations.

Talia continued to sob as her pussy felt on fire and torn. She looked down to him with pleading eyes, “Please, take it out. You are too big.”

The Alien exhaled and smiled, “If it was, it would not have fit. The Human pussy is very flexible. It was made for sex. I love Human pussy.” He then began to make the device slide her slowly up and down his long shaft. She continued to cry from the pain. He said, “Call me Lord. I want your answers to be Yes My Lord and No My Lord from now on. Let me her you. Say Yes My Lord.”

Talia shook her head no refusing to say it. He sighed and brought the tentacles up from his shoulders. The leathery tentacles began to slap her breasts hard. She screamed out and instantly knew this was to make her say what he wanted to hear. To make the pain stop she shouted, “YES, MY LORD!” The tentacles moved away.

The Alien said, “Very good, slave. Very good. You will learn it is best to just say and do as I wish you to. Anything else results in punishment. Do you understand?”

Through her sobbing she answered, “Yes, My Lord.”

Just when her pussy was finally stretched and accepting him, he decided to make things a bit more challenging for her. He made her lift almost completely off of his cock. The two tentacles from his hips pushed quickly into the opening of her ass together simultaneously. She looked down to him, “No, Oh. God. No!”

He smiled wickedly, “Oh yes. Yes!” Within an instant she was lowered and both holes were filled to the max. He kept her like that for a few moments as she screamed from the pain wishing she could pass out again. Both holes were filled with 13 inches long (the tentacles were much longer but the whole length would kill her) and 4 inches thick of dark green flesh.

He made the machine go up and down slowly yet in a steady rhythm. Even though she screamed, cried and pleaded he continued his assault. When he felt himself near his point of cumming, he made the machine lift her up. He slid the tentacles out of her ass and pushed the tip of his cock into it. The machine was then made to go up and down faster.

Her body was forced into another orgasm. As her body flinched and she came, leaking down onto him, he groaned and grunted loudly. His cock throbbed and expanded another half an inch. His now 4 ½ inch thick cock exploded deep into her bowls. As she panted and her body continued to convulse he looked up to her with a satisfied grin, “Do not worry. The more we do this, the more your body will get used to it. Now, as much as you fought what your body really wanted, did you cum?”

She exhaled, “Y-yes, My Lord.”

He slid his slowly deflating cock out of her and asked, “Did you cum multiple times?”

She exhaled again, “Yes, My Lord.”

He chuckled and slapped her bottom, “Have you ever been so well fucked in all your life?”

She looked to him with fatigue, “No, My Lord.”

He grinned to her, “Do you want me to fuck you again some time?”

She exhaled and thought for a moment. She was tempted to say no. But her body told her the truth. So her response came out as, “N-n… Yes, My Lord.”

The Alien laughed at her, “You Humans are so fuckable. Yet, you try to deny what your body was really made for. Rest for now. Soon you will be taken to my planet to live out your life as my slave.”

Talia sighed but knew there was no fighting him. Though it hurt like hell, she did cum multiple times. She could not deny the fact that her body now needed what he had to offer.

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