When someone drops off a mysterious mirror at Lena’s home, she ends up getting fucked by a futa version of herself!

Contains: Human x Human Futa, Mirror-Futa-Doppelganger, Excessive Semen, Throatfucking, Huge Tits, Huge Cock (36+ inches), Hotdogging, Doggystyle, Semi-Public Sex, Cum Bloating, Fucked Silly, Endless Orgasms, Huge Balls

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“So, uh, what’s in the box, Lena?”

Lena Trueshield stood before the great wooden box, scratching her head as she looked down at the card that had come with it. Next to the box stood her neighbor, the ever-nosy high elf, Rila. Lena knew that the woman’s true elven name was far longer than that, with thrice the syllables. A very fancy name, that Lena had forgotten immediately after learning it. And so, she’d taken to simply calling her Rila.

She also knew that Rila was approximately five and a half feet tall. The box was nearly twice that height.

I hope you find this gift to be a comfort in times of need.

– A friend

“I’m not sure… I don’t think I ordered anything…”

It wouldn’t have been the first time the paladin had drunkenly ordered something from a wandering gnome merchant, only for it to arrive weeks later with her having no recollection of the purchase. Hungover and broke were frequent qualifiers of Lena Trueshield.

“Well, your name’s on it,” the high elf pointed out. “Need help opening it?” Rila asked, excitement sparkling in her glowing blue eyes.

Lena offered the elf an amused, sideways glance, chuckling. The elf could have said “I’m going to help you open it” and the intent would have been the same.

“Of course, but you’ve got to help me carry it upstairs,” Lena said. Every day was like Winter’s Veil for the paladin and her friend whenever something new fell upon her doorstep.

Rila was nosy and had an undue interest in the affairs of others, but somehow, she managed to avoid the rudeness that often came with such traits. She had helped the paladin move in when she had first arrived, and often liked to remind Lena of that fact, despite the other fact that Lena had arrived in Stormwind with but a single box of personal belongings to her name.

Whatever was in the box was heavy enough that, by the time the two had carried it up the steps and into Lena’s apartment, they were both covered in a fine layer of sweat and Lena could feel her white blouse clinging to the curves of her breasts like a second skin.

It was Rila’s turn to offer the blonde paladin a glance. A glance which soon became a stare. The elf’s hungry eyes were quite nearly boring holes into the human’s chest.

Lena was used to stares. Her tits were, to put it mildly, absurdly large. Two overgrown, pumpkin-sized knockers that drew stares and whispers alike. Twin peaks of soft, jiggling abundance that even the heaviest of plate armor could not conceal. Their sheer enormity made combat difficult at times, she had come to accept. The necromancer that had cursed her had placed upon her chest the ability to absorb certain magical effects. Luckily for her, she had managed to get rid of the curse. Not-so-luckily, the growth imparted by the curse had left her permanently enlarged in the titty department.

And so, Rila’s stares were not an uncommon thing, especially since she had taken to bralessness. Given the price demanded for such garments, she thought it preferable to simply endure her friend’s stares. The elf was a titfiend, a bust-obsessed pervert. She would stare at any woman passing through the streets with more than an inch of cleavage showing. Lena knew that was part of the reason why the raven-haired elf had taken such an interest in her.

But she didn’t mind, really. Everyone had their faults, and Lena expected that the robed elf had enough faults for herself and then some.

“Right, the box,” Lena said, dispelling the half-silence of their labored breathing. She reached for her sword and placed it against the box, slipping its tip between two planks. The weapon was, of course, better suited for slaying undead and demonic foes, but it had other practical uses as well.

Lena groaned as she pushed against the sword, holding it horizontal as one hand gripped its hilt and the other pushed against the flat of the blade. The planks creaked and nails soon came undone, flying every which way.

Rila ducked out of the way of one errant piece of metal and then watched the box slowly come apart with such amazement that there might have been a dragon’s hoard within and her face would not have changed.

The box finally came undone, and the two women began digging through the dense packing straw, looking for whatever treasure might lay beneath. They did not, however, expect that there would be a full, ten-foot-tall full-length mirror within.

Framed in rich mahogany, the beautiful, ornate mirror left the two women confused, rather than amazed.

“Looks… expensive,” Rila bahçeşehir escort finally managed after a minute or two of staring at the thing.

Lena got on her knees at the base of the thing, searching through the piles of straw. “I don’t even see a bill or anything in here,” she groaned, moving straw from around the base of it the mirror was fully revealed to them.

The paladin’s brow furrowed at the inscription written on a gold plaque at the bottom of the mirror.

The Mirror of Atuf grants your reflection that which you desire most.

“Huh, I think I recall seeing something similar at the mage’s school of Dalaran,” Rila pondered, eyeing the thing. “Been a while, though,” she laughed, giving a shrug.

Lena brushed some straw from herself. “I didn’t know you studied in Dalaran. What do you think it does?”

“Oh, yes. I pondered many spheres,” Rila replied. The elf cupped her chin, eyes drifting in thought, as if trying to avoid any further discussion on her activities while in the City of Mages. “As for what this thing does… I can probably go ask around. Magical mirrors are usually portals or scrying devices. So… uh… consider covering the thing with a tarp.”

“You can block portals with a tarp?” Lena asked, raising her eyebrows.

Rila shook her head. “Oh, not every portal, no. But putting something over a mirror usually blocks its effects. Here, this should do the trick,” she said, grabbing hold of a large blanket on a nearby couch, tossing it over the mirror. “Thing might be valuable, and if you did pay for it, then I’d avoid destroying it outright.”

Worry and curiosity in equal parts were gnawing at Lena as she stared at the tall, linen-covered mirror. “So, you’ll be back soon, then?” she asked Rila.

The elf shook her head, black tresses swinging about as she did so. “Oh, I’ll have to see if the mages in the portal room will allow me through. If they do, they-“

“I thought you studied in Dalaran? Don’t mages have the ability to make their own portals?” the paladin asked, blinking.

“Well, I definitely could do that if I was a mage. Alas, I only studied in Dalaran.”

Slippery as Rila was being, Lena didn’t press the question further. “Fine. Just don’t take too long. This thing might be able to do more than just spy on me.”

The high elf stared at Lena for a few seconds. “Hah, as if.”

And with that, the elf had turned and slipped out of Lena’s apartment, leaving Lena alone with the tall, foreboding mirror. Even covered, the thing sent shivers down Lena’s spine.

She allowed herself to fall down on the nearby couch, keeping an eye on the mirror. Everything was still and silent, save for the distant sounds of a bustling Stormwind.

Moments passed before she saw it: the cloth moved. There was no wind to do so, and yet, she could see something tugging slightly at the edge of the mirror. A gasp left Lena’s lips as she stood, reaching for her blade. “Who-?”

The movement stopped as soon as she spoke, and she yanked the cloth from the mirror, finding only her own reflection, staring back at her. She took a step towards it and saw its lips curl into a grin. Thinking it might be some trick of the light, the paladin simply shook her head to see her own face, with her own expression. “What in the Light…?” she whispered, reaching forward to touch the surface.

Nothing came of it. No portal took her. No demons came crawling out of it.

I really need more sleep, she thought, eyeing her window, where the midday sun could still be seen shining through. I do suppose an afternoon nap might do me some good after all…

With a yawn, the buxom paladin turned to her room, its door leading right to the living room where stood the mirror. And yet, as she walked, overgrown melons bouncing with every footfall, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she could only see her own reflection. She couldn’t help but smirk as she watched her large, round rear sway slightly, its abundance straining against her brown linen britches.

Chuckling to herself, she threw off her clothes and fell into her bed, its softness taking her.

When at last she opened her eyes, her apartment was completely dark. Only the soft light of the moon filtered in through her curtains. How long have I been asleep? she wondered groggily. She loved naps. She hated long naps. Longer naps tended to leave her feeling more tired than refreshed.

Slowly, she rose, muscles straining against the weight of her obscenely overgrown bosom. She scratched her stomach, having to slip her hand beneath her breasts to do so. It signaled its emptiness with a hungry rumbling. “Ugh…” she groaned, eyes adjusting to the darkness as she walked out of the room, only to come face to face with her own reflection in the mirror.

Hello, you, a voice came, causing Lena yenibosna escort to jump in surprise. Or, perhaps I should have said ‘hello, me’ it came again, resonating within her mind.

The blonde paladin shook her head, eyes going wide. She had to be asleep, still. Rila had told her that there were two possibilities, a portal or a scrying device. But what if she’d been wrong?

You aren’t sleeping came a voice. A recognizable voice. Her own voice, her inner voice. You are awake. Wide awake. Staring at yourself.

Lena’s eyes wandered down her own nude form in the mirror, down the gigantic slope of her breasts, to what small part of her toned stomach she could see, to… She quite nearly fainted, hands immediately darting to her crotch. She found nothing there, save for her own female genitals. Yet, the mirror showed a Lena with a gigantic, flaccid prick. Fat and heavy looking, it hung down to her reflection’s knees, even in its limp state.

Not only was the cock itself enormous, but behind it hung a pair of melon-sized balls. Hanging ponderous behind the elephantine meat-hammer, they seemed full with the promise of their load.

“Is this some sort of prank?” she dared ask aloud.

“Nothing of the sort,” her reflection replied. She could see its lips moving independent of her own.

A twinge of curiosity, of desire, brought along a stirring in Lena’s loins as she eyed the behemoth hanging between her reflection’s legs. That spark had lit a small fire in her lower stomach, and her tentative fingers reached out towards the mirror’s surface.

There came no resistance. Where her fingers should have met cold surface of the mirror, her hand instead plunged into it, as if reaching into still water.

A sudden panic seized her and she withdrew her hand, looking up at her mirror-self.

“Is something the matter?” the reflection asked her, its hand slowly moving to its titanic, vascular beast of a cock, fingers gingerly caressing its surface.

Lena furrowed her brow, feeling her desire welling within her. “I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t cross. I want to… but I know I’ll be trapped with you.”

Mirror Lena shook her head, chuckling softly. “You don’t have to cross into the mirror. You won’t get pulled into it, either. This isn’t some trick by a foe of yours to get rid of you. Believe me.”

Somehow, Lena knew she was right. She could feel herself linked to the thing in the mirror. To her mirror-self. “But who sent you…?” she asked, fighting the urge to grab the enormous prick beyond the mirror, that behemoth slowly rising as it grew from her own touch.

“I am under no obligation to tell you, dear. Why ruin the mystery, the fun of it all? I can tell you, however, that I am no enemy, no creature of destruction. The mirror that has spawned me was not sent by anyone wishing you harm.”

Lena’s eyes were laser-focused on the fattening slab of meat between her reflection’s legs, the gigantic thing slowly gaining in size with every lurching throb. Its pulses, visible even from such a distance, were almost hypnotic, synchronous as they were with the paladin’s own heartbeat. The sight of it was enough to set the woman’s lusts ablaze, and she sought the absurdly overgrown fuckpillar with eager fingers.

The heat of it, the sheer, absurd size of that meaty monolith quite nearly sent Lena reeling. And yet, she could feel it, the mirror’s surface a portal between two identical worlds. Her fingertips were upon the thing, and she knew it to be a real cock, not some illusion created to ensnare her.

As a paladin, Lena could feel when something or someone was tainted by negative energies. Typically, these were undead or demonic in nature. And yet, she felt no such evil emanating from the creature on the other side of the mirror or from the mirror itself.

Tentatively, her fingertips ran along the behemoth’s veins, tracing along those thick, pumping tubes that ran along it like so many rivers across a continent. Her mouth slowly opened, awed and enthralled by the size and heft of it.

Through it all, her mirror self smirked, enjoying the reverent way with which Lena’s fingers moved. Her smirk only widened when Lena brought a second hand to it, caressing and fondling the heavy, mind-bogglingly gigantic she-cock.

It soon grew and grew, to a point where its angled length began pushing out of the mirror itself. Excitement surged through the woman’s entire being at the thought that this being was not confined to the mirror. “Fuck…” she groaned, biting her lower lip as both her hands now caressed the fat, bulging veins that ran along the leviathan’s length. Its heat was such that hot coals might have been cooler, she thought.

Soon, her hands tried to wrap around the thing and while her thumbs managed to touch at the top of the enormous prick, she would have needed an extra pair of hands to truly grasp the monstrous girth of kayaşehir escort that throbbing sledgehammer of a cock. With girth that defied comprehension and length seemingly unending, Lena had never felt so near the divine as she did now.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” cooed the reflection, a smile dancing on her lips. “You’re to thank for this, you know. If you weren’t such a desperate, cock-addicted pervert, then I wouldn’t be nearly as endowed, or maybe I wouldn’t even exist. It takes a special kind of deviancy to actually get this mirror to work. Most people only see their regular reflections.”

As she spoke, Lena nodded slowly. Her hands gently began stroking the thing’s cock, feeling it harden, growing fatter and hotter under her touch. She wondered if a thing of such a size could ever truly reach full hardness, given the gallons of blood likely required to even achieve its current state.

A dull, desirous ache between her legs compelled her, and she slowly sunk to her knees, hands still upon the pale goliath.

“Hold on, hold on,” the reflection said, placing a hand under Lena’s arm to keep her from simply falling to her knees in reverence of her turgid monster-prick. “I want to leave this mirror for a while. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you and take your place, if that’s what you’re worried about. You stop existing, I stop existing, and I can’t exist outside the mirror’s line of sight. Magic’s weird like that, sometimes. There’s rules to follow.”

Lena blinked and nodded.

“Stricken dumb by dick, huh?” teased Mirror-Lena, laughing softly. “Wait until we get to the real fun.”

The paladin found herself unable to respond in any meaningful capacity as the mirror-thing stepped out of the mirror. Out into the world, onto Azeroth. She gulped, gaze briefly torn from the bobbing behemoth to look up at her mirror-self, barely even able to see the creature’s face, given the size of her tits.

From such a vantage point, her breasts appeared even larger than they knew them to be. Perspective was an odd thing.

And yet, though her eyes wandered for a few moments longer the slopes of those great, pale tits, it was the mirror being’s colossal fucktube that commanded the bulk of her attention. She watched from the thing’s glistening head slowly ooze a hefty dollop of precum, the clear liquid falling with a loud SPLAT to the ground.

When at last Mirror-Lena stepped out into the world fully, she stood behind Lena for a moment, and her titanic pillar of she-meat hung almost menacingly over the woman’s shoulder. Though Lena could no longer see either herself or the other being in the mirror, she could see how that throbbing enormity, hanging down at a forty-five-degree angle, extended quite nearly a foot and a half beyond her shoulder.

It would have needed at least another foot’s length to reach the “end” of her breasts, as those mountainous mammaries extended quite nearly two feet in front of her at all times.

A shudder of excitement ran through Lena’s spine at the sight of such a glorious battering ram of a dick. From the corner of her eye, she could see the creature lifting that vascular meat-bat before letting it drop, the thing slapping against Lena’s gigantic breast with a heavy, pussy-drenching SLAP!

The thing was heavy, and the impact sent wobbling ripples through Lena’s huge pale udders. A splattering of precum left a glistening mark on that breast.

“You know, I could tittyfuck myself… But I think I’d rather allow you the honors of taking this thing on its maiden voyage,” the mirror-being said before she hefted her towering spear up and over Lena’s head, slapping the woman’s other breast, splattering another generous helping of pre onto that other melon.

Lena gasped, the impact causing another tittyquake as waves of flesh were sent rippling outwards. Anticipation burned at her nerves and she slowly shuffled about, turning towards the source of that impact. She looked up, eyes meeting (over an incredible expanse of titflesh) the eyes of her mirror-self, and the being’s lips curled into a smirk.

“On your back,” it commanded.

Lena obeyed, wordlessly falling onto her back.

As she did so, her gigantic, pale udders wobbled and shifted, flattening somewhat like gravity. The ultra-busty blonde lifted her arms slightly to push those fat knockers up together, squeezing them somewhat and creating a perfect lake of soft titmeat.

Mirror-Lena licked her lips slowly at the sight, eyes focused on Lena’s nipples, fat like two ripe cherries at the centre of the dinner plates that were her areolae. Without a moment’s hesitation, the creature straddled Lena’s waist, slamming her goliath fuckpillar down between those great, wobbling masses. As she did so, she made sure to smear copious amounts of that abundant precum, rubbing the clear liquid into the soft valley created by her counterpart’s titflesh.

Lena bit her lower lip, desire now raging in her loins like a feral monster wishing only for release.

With Lena’s tits properly lubricated, the supremely hung doppelganger began sawing her fat slab of she-meat between them. Though Lena’s tits easily covered her torso from hip to collarbone, the reflection’s giant cock had no issue pushing its way through them completely.

Theresa

Theresa purred as she stirred from her sleep, getting her bearings and becoming accustomed to the constant tingle her body felt ever since the panties claimed her.

She looked over at Jenny. Her friend was asleep, but it looked like she had woken up at some point in the night to play with herself. A wet circle within the sheets of the bed surrounded her crotch, and her hand was resting right over her clit.

Theresa bent over and lightly kissed her friend on the lips before getting dressed and silently slipping out.

By now, she had started to figure the panties out. While they kept her body tingling, sensitive, and craving pleasure nearly constantly, Theresa had some control over when they would ravage her senses and her body. Attempting to pull them down is what started the process, and the panties would not finish their job until she came so hard and so intensely that her body wanted nothing except to fall into a deep sleep after. She could maintain a somewhat normal day-to-day life and they would not reduce her to a withering, moaning mass without her express command to do so.

They also seemed to be sanitary, for lack of a better word. While they would become soaked every time she commanded them to please her, they would become clean and dry immediately upon her waking up. The panties did seem to enjoy piss play during these Theresa-pleasing episodes, but she strangely found a complete absence of the need to use the bathroom while living her day-to-day life.

As she rounded the corner and walked up the stairs to her apartment, she noticed a small box on her porch. She picked it up, and it was the same box that she saw on Jenny’s table last night.

She opened it and within it was a new pair – a lacey, white thong that was sheer and see-thru. It almost exactly matched another pair that she kept in her drawer. Also within the box was a small white envelope.

She opened the envelope and read the short message to herself.

“Theresa, congratulations. While multiple subjects have been fitted and claimed by the experimental device you now wear as well, you have been the only one who has chosen to go out and claim somebody else! We are extremely appreciative of your efforts in successfully pulling Jenny into this program.

With that said, however, we have realized you can be of great use to us. Your task is to fit this white thong onto somebody else, but we have some specifics. This person must be somebody who holds authority over you. For your purposes, a professor or boss will probably be the best place to start.

You will have 48 hours to complete this task. If you are successful, we will be in touch again with further instructions. If you fail, however, an unpleasant sentence awaits you.

The gift of the device is that it can pleasure you on a level that no existing toy or human on this planet can match, or even come particularly close to matching.

However, the device can do much more than that.

The device can also become a very cruel tease, becoming a chasity device that no key can unlock.

But it doesn’t stop there.

If you are sentenced to a period of chasity for failing at your task, you will be edged for the entirety of it.

You will experience a desperation for release that, at this moment, your mind and body cannot even begin to comprehend. Early testing results of this chastity feature have been, to be frank, wildly successful. We have never seen a test subject reduced to a sobbing, screaming, feral being desperate to cum quite like this.

Additionally, you may not activate your panties again until your task is completed. Activating them beforehand will also result in a period of chastity.

We wish you the best of luck in your seductive endeavors!”

Theresa felt a pit at the bottom of her stomach as she read and re-read the letter.

“Forced chastity and edging? How bad can this be?”She thought to herself. Yet, the letter did not mince words – whatever the panties did to the test subject sounded nothing short of torture.

And the other part.. She had to fit them to her boss? How? There was absolutely no way to go about this without destroying her career, and her boss Sarah was a distant, aloof, coldly professional woman. Breaking through to her and claiming her was an impossible task. This was not her warm, bubbly best friend who was relatively easily seduced into wearing the panties.

Theresa had no idea what to do, but she needed to come up with an idea fast.

But, if she was being used in somebody else’s game, surely it would be fair to use Jenny in her own.

She tossed the white thong into her drawer for the time being, and began to formulate a plan.

Jenny

Jenny stirred as she felt Theresa’s lips touch hers, and she began to exit her deep slumber and return to reality.

As her vision came back to her, she saw Theresa slip out the door. Jenny called out to her, but wasn’t fully conscious enough for Theresa to be able to hear.

She giggled as she looked bakırköy escort down at her panties, enjoying the tingling sensations as they rolled from her clit across her body.

The memory of last night came flooding back to her, and she went back to Theresa grinding on her face as the two best friends experienced an otherworldly orgasm together.

She thought back to the kiss Theresa gave her, and felt butterflies in her lower stomach as she remembered how good her friend’s lips felt on her own.

She remembered how gorgeous Theresa was in just her black thong, and how in the course of an evening, Jenny’s view of Theresa shifted from her best friend all the way through college to a goddess who made her feel sensations she never thought she needed.

For Jenny, the panties had an unintended effect: Her feelings for Theresa blossomed as she saw her no longer as a platonic friend, but a woman she craved.

She needed Theresa. She needed to experience last night with her again.

She needed to find a way to take off the panties and truly feel her best friend’s cunt.

She reached for her phone as her heart fluttered, and she sent Theresa a text she’d never thought she’d send her friend.

“Hey! I’m thinking about you a ton after last night. Please let me know if you’d like to do this again”.

She hit send and leaned back on the bed, closing her eyes.

She imagined Theresa seducing her all over again, and pulled on the panties to activate the device.

The familiar mix of moans and screams erupted from her as the device came to life.

Sarah

A bemused Sarah walked into the office Monday morning, dreading yet another day of dealing with the intern.

The best way to describe Sarah would be optimally attractive in every sense of the word.

She stood at a lean 6 feet, towering over nearly everyone that worked at the marketing agency. She had sparkling blue eyes that prolonged contact with would fold any man (and some women), and her dirty blonde hair was cut just below her shoulder.

While she was in her mid 30s, she could pass for somebody several years younger. She had been a multi-sport athlete in her younger days, and the extremely rigorous fitness standards she held herself to still followed her. Her calves and quads were beautifully toned, and they propped up an absolutely perfect ass – muscular, but not unusually large. The flowing, athletic body continued up her abdomen and through her arms, completing the look of a gymnast. If a government intelligence agency were to create the perfect seductress in a lab to complete a mission against a rival, they would look strikingly similar to Sarah.

And Sarah knew this. Her flirtation skills were unmatched, and she regularly knew just what to say to get whatever favors were needed to position herself to move through the corporate ranks at a blistering pace. A gaze here and a lip bite there were valuable tools to melt any male superior, and her history of performance in every role she had been in would quickly silence anyone who claimed she only got to where she is because of her looks.

She was a racehorse of a woman, both mentally and physically.

However, Theresa was a pain in her ass.

In Sarah’s quest to rise to the top of the marketing agency, Theresa had been stuck on her as a young graduate school intern. Her boss, a department VP, thought it would be a great idea for Theresa to learn under the powerhouse that was Sarah.

Sarah protested initially, but realized that this was going to be of no use if she wanted to get to where she wanted to be. She needed to take Theresa in and show her how to excel if she were to have any hope of taking the next step.

And Theresa, while she certainly wasn’t unintelligent, was no match for Sarah’s ability.

Day after day presented eye rolling questions from Theresa, the most basic of mistakes, and an overall slowness that constantly slowed Sarah down and brought every project they worked on together to a crawl.

Not only that, but Theresa for several days now had been acting weird. She seemed to be in a slight daze often, and Sarah could hear her whimpering or moaning under her breath constantly. She wasn’t sure what was up, but it was annoying as hell when she was trying to work in silence.

Theresa was also usually late, so it came as a surprise this morning when Sarah walked in and saw Theresa already intently working.

“You’re early”, Sarah said with a tone of minor surprise.

Theresa looked up from her laptop and locked her chestnut brown eyes onto Sarah’s blue ones.

“Oh.. hey Sarah.. Yeah, I was up super early and just decided to come in ahead of schedule”, she said with a slight grin.

“Gotcha. Well, obviously you have the client deck so keep working on that.”

Sarah turned and walked to her office.

“She’s usually shy and not able to hold eye contact.. Weird”, Sarah thought to herself. She dismissed the thought.

Theresa and Sarah şirinevler escort settled into work for the day, and Sarah noticed through her office door that Theresa was intently focused on their client deck. So focused, in fact, that something else became apparent and Sarah didn’t know what to do with this new observation.

Instead of Theresa falling desperately behind on her tasks, Sarah couldn’t keep up with Theresa.

Theresa blew through client deck after client deck, finishing 3 presentations by the time the day was beginning to come to a close. Sarah, on the other hand, was struggling to finish her second.”

“Hey.. I want to take you to drinks”, Theresa chimed up as the clock hit 5.

“Oh.. okay? Where would you like to go?” A surprised Sarah asked. They had never at any point shown any inclination of friendliness towards each other outside of a standard boss-subordinate workplace relationship, and Sarah still to this point couldn’t stand Theresa.

But, Theresa had been incredibly efficient today, and something about her body language and confidence was causing Sarah to stir on a still subconscious level.

“What the hell.. Why not”, Sarah thought to herself.

Theresa suggested a bar that, to Sarah, was unknown.

To Theresa, it was where she claimed Jenny.

They left for the day and went to get a drink.

As they settled into the familiar corner booth, they drank in silence for a couple of minutes before the alcohol kicked in and helped alleviate some of the awkward jitters the two had.

“Sarah.. I have to ask, how do you look like that? To say you look incredible is an understatement.”

“Wow.. you’re forward!” Sarah laughed, finally beginning to thaw towards her intern.

“I went to college on a gymnastics scholarship, and that carried me all the way through. Once I graduated and got too old for gymnastics I started playing tennis and lifting weights in my free time.”

“Well I’m sure your man feels very lucky to have you each day!” Theresa quipped.

“Me? Oh goodness no.. I cannot stand dating. It’s a waste to me and I like just being by myself and working out. I mean I’ve had no shortage of people attempt to get me on a date, but unless I’m feeling like a free meal, I always decline”

Theresa giggled while she stared into Sarah’s ice blue eyes, and Sarah felt herself blush slightly. It had, after all, been a while since she had sincere attention like this as she recused herself from dating or even much socializing.

“Who is this woman?” Sarah thought to herself. The bumbling, awkward, shy Theresa at work was a completely changed person with a drink in her system, and Sarah found this new version of her intern a magnetic personality to be around.

“What about you? What’s your love life like?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, me? It’s.. difficult to explain”, Theresa purred, as she clearly was enjoying the thought going through her mind.

Sarah looked at her, intrigued.

“Really? How so?” Sarah quipped.

“It’s.. not something appropriate to tell my boss”, Theresa responded with a sly grin.

Sarah quietly sighed to herself. Theresa was right, questions like that were inappropriate in the context of their relationship. However, she couldn’t help but feel a bubbling intrigue by Theresa’s non-answer.

Theresa quickly changed the subject to work before awkwardness set in. As the evening wore on, they talked at length about their projects, their career ambitions, and how they could better work together, quickly moving on from the ever so slight sexual tension the earlier talk introduced.

Eventually, Sarah began to get tired and declared it was time for her to head home.

She grabbed her purse and said goodbye, getting up to leave.

“Wait!” Theresa said, reaching out and lightly resting her hand on top of Sarah’s.

Sarah turned back towards Theresa, and Theresa’s big brown eyes were locked into her icy blue ones. Sarah’s gazed softened and she felt something ever so slightly stir inside of her.

“Sarah, I do want to say I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I was overwhelmed and in over my head at first, but tonight has helped me loosen up with you and I want to tell you that today is more of what you can expect from me.”

Sarah became aware of Theresa’s foot lightly rubbing against her ankle, and the two light touches against her hand and her ankle caused her to emit a small gasp.

“Oh.. of course Theresa. It’s helped me get to know you better too.”

“Wonderful! If you don’t mind, I’m coming here with my friend Jenny tomorrow night. I’d love for you to join us”, Theresa purred.

“Oh.. I’ll give it some thought!” Sarah said with a visible blush. She sat for a few seconds longer, looking like she wanted Theresa’s light touch to linger. However, she eventually shook her head and stood up.

She quickly grabbed her purse and left as Theresa watched her leave.

Sarah was close to snapping Theresa in her trap.

The avcılar escort gears in her mind turned as she made it home. The letter had clearly worked, and Theresa was working rapidly to close in on Sarah to avoid the punishment that was foretold.

She smirked to herself. Tomorrow will be a very, very good day.

Jenny

Theresa had been silent since leaving on Sunday morning.

By now, it was Monday night. With every notification, her heart skipped a beat and she hoped it would be Theresa finally messaging her back, validating what she was feeling after their experience.

Yet, the text never came.

Jenny’s thoughts bounced between nervousness, frustration, anxiety, and anger.

Did she overstep the line? Was the other night just a night out for two friends that got too wild? Was Theresa ashamed or embarrassed that she had pulled Jenny into this world and thus became afraid to talk to her? Did Theresa just see Jenny as a body count or a quota?

Her thoughts raced at a mile a minute now. She needed to hear from Theresa and know it was okay. While she admittedly had ghosted dates in the past, she had never been ghosted herself, and it was heart wrenching to think her best friend could be the one to introduce her to the emotionally cruel practice, especially after what had happened the other night.

Finally, late, around 10 pm, she heard her phone chimed and grabbed it, seeing the Theresa notification box.

She was elated, and then her heart immediately sank.

“We need to talk. I’ll be over soon.”, was all the message said.

Jenny whimpered as she read it. The worst case scenario seemed like it was coming true – Theresa used her for a night of fun, and that was that.

And left her trapped in these panties.

She desperately tried to cut them off. The material wouldn’t budge.

The sharpest knife she owned wouldn’t saw through them – in fact, it wouldn’t even leave a mark.

She sobbed to herself as she desperately tried to release herself from Theresa’s trap. Every potential candidate to remove the panties did absolutely nothing.

“THERESA YOU FUCKING BITCH!” she screamed through tears, finally throwing the knife down in frustration.

She didn’t know what to do, and her heartbreak and fear overrode the tingling sensations the panties had been constantly feeding her up to this point.

She sat on the floor, whimpering to herself until she heard a knock at the door.

Theresa

Theresa felt disgusting.

She had seduced her best friend into wearing the device, and in the process, Jenny had fallen for her.

When she saw the text, she immediately knew what was happening.

With the new assignment from the mystery on the other end of the letter, she felt even more disgusting.

At best, she snares Sarah in the trap and has to deal with the consequences of her boss falling for her.

At worst, she fails, and a punishment of which she can only imagine awaits her, and it promises to be very, very unpleasant at best.

But she needed Jenny. She knew that her alone would not be able to get to Sarah in 24 hours, even if her walls were beginning to break down.

But her and Jenny together could potentially tear her down and reset Theresa’s clock.

She knocked on Jenny’s door, and it flew open before she even knocked a second time.

Jenny’s brown hair was a mess, and her green eyes had been red and puffy from the fresh tears flowing down her cheek.

All she wore was an oversized white t-shirt while she stared at Theresa with a mixture of hope and pain.

“Jenny, look..” Theresa started.

“Why would you do this to me?” Jenny immediately cut her off. “Why would you make me fall for you and then force me to wear this reminder of the night you ghosted me?” She began to tear up again.

“I’m trapped in this stupid pair of panties and all I can think about while wearing these is you”, her voice rose to nearly a yell.

“Jenny I’m sorry”, Theresa blurted out, tears coming to her face as well.

“I didn’t think this would happen. I just wanted you to have fun like I did and I’m so sorry it’s led to this”, she said.

“The truth is I’m trapped and I have no choice but to keep doing this”, she said through shuddering breaths.

She shakily handed Jenny the letter, and Jenny read it while wiping away tears.

“Okay so, what are you going to do about this?”

“Listen.. I need you to go to the bar with me tomorrow and help me seduce her. We need her to put this thong on and activate it tomorrow night, or whatever this period of edging and chastity is will happen to me.

“So.. you want to use me to have a threesome with your boss so YOU don’t get in trouble?”

“Yes..”

“Get out of my fucking apartment.”, Jenny snapped.

“Jenny..”

“NOW!”, her voice rose to a roar.

Theresa, knowing it was useless, wiped more tears off her face and walked out the door.

She turned to look back at her former friend as it slammed shut behind her.

She had 24 hours to seduce Sarah, and she was on her own.

Yet, despite this, all she could think about was Jenny. Their years of closeness culminated in the night they shared together.

She was the only person on Theresa’s mind, and as Theresa walked home, the realization crippled her: the feeling was mutual.

Sarah/Theresa

*Content Warnings: Incest, drug references, demons, gods, and magic.*

I am absolutely indebted to H. L. Ginsberg for this one. Without his translations of the hymns of Ba’al, I would not have had a lot to go on. For all the references to the lioness your research provided, I thank you.

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The call wasn’t one that Josh was expecting.

He hadn’t heard from his sister in a couple of months. She lived a few hours away from Melbourne in a very rural little town. Small and country enough that it was one of the filming sites for the original Mad Max.

The last time that they had spoken, he’d brought up that he was uncomfortable with a few of her friends. He’d been worried that they might be leading her down a bad path. She’d reminded him that she was an adult, and basically told him to leave her alone, forever.

He hadn’t expected to ever hear from her again.

“J-josh? We… I… F-fucked up.” Bek’s voice was broken and rough, and that was all he heard before the phone dropped out with a burst of static.

He’d never heard her that upset before, and so, despite it being the middle of the night, he jumped in the car and headed out towards the tiny place. Every attempt to call on the way just got a busy tone.

It was two hours away, whether he went through Ballarat or Daylesford. Usually he opted for the latter, because the bigger town’s drivers generally felt like they had a damn death wish.

Two hours was more than enough for him to descend into full panic, and maybe become a little reckless in his own driving. Bek hadn’t managed to tell him how she’d screwed up, or if she was even at home.

He’d heard just her single voice, the static, and then nothing at all.

Trying to tell himself that the static was just music blasting through party speakers didn’t really work. Bek’s friends were the partying type, but it was the other stuff that had concerned Josh. The willingness to try any kind of drug, and inability to recognise addiction.

The combination of alcohol with any other cocktail of drugs that they were on, as if that wasn’t just asking for trouble. Covering up the damage of the past with that, and sex. He doubted that most of them had escaped from infection and STDs, even if a few actually did practice safe sex.

All of that was bad enough.

However, where things turned weird, the reason he was so worried, was that the group was obsessed with the supernatural. One of them self-identified as a vampire. Another claimed to be the reincarnation of the Norse god of war.

The leader of the little group of hippies called himself a wizard and master of the mystic arts. Claimed that he could summon gods and demons, bind them to his will. He was a huge part of the problem.

He said he could use the magic of his summonings to cure disease and infection. Use the spirits to cleanse and purify. It all sounded like bullshit to Josh, and screamed warning signs at him. However, Bek didn’t see it that way. She saw them as the family she’d never had.

She’d been proud to tell him that the asshole in charge was beginning to teach her magic. That she was finally fitting in somewhere. Which is when Josh had tried to caution her. He’d worded it as carefully as he could, but she’d still been beyond offended.

He could remember her hazel eyes glaring at him, threatening to cry. Her face framed by twin plaited fringes, as she told him that she didn’t need him in her life, and she’d be better off if she never heard his voice, ever again.

It had beyond hurt.

The two of them had always been together, and it had always been just the two of them.

They’d drifted through state housing as kids. There weren’t a lot of places willing to take two kids, so Child Protective Services had attempted to separate them.

Every single time it had happened, after being forced to move into a new place, his sister had packed her bags and just started walking. She said that she had never picked a destination, but she’d always managed to end up on Josh’s doorstep. Even when he’d been sent to a new place in the meantime, after they’d been separated.

Twenty two years together, for it to end with just one thing said wrong.

The memories of his sister weren’t helping his anxiety. Josh had seen Bek upset, and angry, and lost. He’d never heard her as broken as in that moment before the noise and the call ending.

Had someone died? Was it the sound of a car crashing?

A little over a thousand people lived in Clunes. His sister was over the main hill, down by one of several pubs, and then just off a dirt track that served as a sort of driveway.

It wasn’t just one thing said, of course. Relationships end on the one thing said, but there were always lots of small things. Mistakes that you didn’t realise you’d made until too late.

As his car thumped up and down over the drive, he saw it.

The whole night sky was lit up a deep orange as the house roared in flames. There was no fire brigade, no emergency services of any kind. Just black smoke and the flames.

He şişli escort could see two cars outside the house, looking completely trashed. They were burning husks, but the roofs of both vehicles were caved in.

Josh swung in, and tossed open his door, reaching for his phone to call emergency.

A firm hand grabbed his wrist, “Bit late for that shit. This is beyond them.”

“Get off me.” He snapped at the woman in a white pointed hat. He really didn’t need to deal with some deluded witch, right now.

“Not deluded, but these idiots were.” The woman said sourly, “Summoning Ba’al for fuck’s sake. Hmm. Sister? Bek. I think… Yeah. She’s still alive. Hold my hand. We might, just might, have a chance to get her out. She’s the only one in there who has a chance, really.”

Josh didn’t get a chance to answer. The woman interlaced her fingers with his, held tight to something on the end of a necklace with the other, and then dragged him towards the front door and the roaring flames.

The door fell backwards, off its hinges, as they stepped onto the porch, and Josh shielded his face with his arm against the heat, before he was dragged inside. He could feel the hair on his arm burning, the skin feeling like it was blistering. Stepping in was madness.

It was worse after the first step.

They stepped downwards towards the floor and his stomach twisted. Vertigo hit hard, and his foot ended up on the hallway wall. The witch didn’t pause. Walking down the side of a wall like it was an everyday thing. Flames pulling back in front of her, but not him.

“Keep close. This one’s pissed.” The witch stated. “And please don’t puke on me, when we get there. Hard enough dealing with the curses, as is.”

“The fuck… Is happening?” Josh coughed through the smoke.

The woman tsk’d angrily, “Your sister and her friends summoned an ancient and powerful god that I was hoping was fucking dead. No questions? Good.”

“Questions!”

“Shut up.” The witch snapped, “This shit is hard enough. Crap. Missed our turn. Back through here.”

She dragged him through a doorway, and onto the roof. The flames were instantly replaced with a blizzard. Snow and ice blasted into his face, and ripped at every inch of his exposed skin. Numbing and burning it at the same time, making him feel like his skin was about to be torn free.

The witch seemed just as confident as ever, dragging him along even though he could barely see her, let alone anything else. Josh wanted to believe this was a nightmare, but it felt too real. Even his twisted mind couldn’t come up with this.

“Nightmare isn’t that far off!” The witch shouted over the storm, “Ba’al started out in life as a nightmare spirit! But then she went and ate her dreamer, and now… Now, she can do shit like this!”

He finally realised that she could read his thoughts. It was obvious, but not exactly ordinary. She was his sister’s only hope, if things were as bad as they were looking, right now.

Only real magic could get her out of… This.

“Actually her only hope is… Nevermind. Too complicated. We’re nearly there. Again, don’t puke on me!” The witch yelled.

Josh felt, rather than saw, them pass through another doorway. The weather vanished, and the woman released his hand. He fell to his knees as his mind reeled.

He found himself floating, spiralling, and not moving at all. Kneeling in orbit around a black hole, and just on a solid wooden floor in an ordinary room. Both images were real, both were happening, and both exclusive of each other.

He puked.

“Not bad for a newbie.” The witch smiled sympathetically. “You’re seeing things as they are. Ordinary folk, they see a normal room. Nothing out of place. The sensitive ones feel creeped out. People like you and me? We see this bullshit. Rip in reality, where Ba’al’s trying to shove herself through.”

Josh groaned, “The black hole’s the real thing? Not the room?”

“Yeah… And shut up. Working.” She raised a hand and flicked it. The void around them rumbling and groaning when she did. A female voice screamed somewhere in the distance.

“Bek!”

“Got it. Shut up.” The witch gritted her teeth, turning her head slightly to the side, “Well, fuck. Rolph really is dead. Dumbass! I told him that he had no idea what he was doing… Fuck! He used your sister. No wonder Ba’al actually rocked up… There! Josh, hand!”

He reached towards the witch, and found his hand closing around the bottom of a dress. He quickly grabbed with the other hand, and dragged with all his strength.

He fumbled and managed to find a pair of legs, before something else yanked backwards against him. Josh yelled as he was yanked off his feet, the witch barely managing to grab one of his ankles as he suddenly found himself playing tug of war against gravity.

Something with a heck of a lot more force than gravity.

“*A second one*.” A voice like a screaming chorus spat into Josh’s face.

The witch groaned behind him, “Burning out here, beşiktaş escort Josh! You need to grab her, now!”

“I thought I had!”

“Not the girl! The thing holding her!” The witch yelled back, “Grab the fucking demon!”

That might have been the most counter-intuitive thing he’d ever heard. But what the fuck did he know about exorcism? Josh reached one hand out blindly, and his fingers found what felt like burnt skin and flesh.

He winced as he grabbed on tight, and the chorus of voices shrieked in pain. The woman behind him pulled on his ankle, dragging him back down to solid ground.

The world rippled for a moment, and the stench of sulphur was thrown into his face. Josh swallowed the vomit that hit his mouth, and then the strange chaos was gone.

He hit the floor of an ordinary room, and collapsed to his knees.

The witch swiped a thumb through his mouth and then planted it on the forehead of the woman lying in his arms. The blonde groaning, but seemingly asleep. She was wearing a dress that was white, but stained with blood splatter across the entire thing.

Josh winced, “Bek. Is she… Okay?”

“I wouldn’t be.” The woman said darkly, surveying the room, “She just saw six people die. Friends. She’s going to be fucked up for a bit… But it gets so much worse. So… You believe in magic, yet?”

“Yes.” He replied hoarsely.

“Good. Because you are.” She stated, glaring at him. “Most witches and wizards avoid Melbourne. Because that’s my home, and I’m not that nice. Name’s Lily. I’m the White Witch, first and last defence humanity has against bullshit like this.”

“Uh… I am?”

Lily nodded, taking off her hat and kneeling down, “Yeah. You and her. Not everyone can learn magic. And having the ability to learn doesn’t make it remotely easy. It’s friggin’ hard. But you two both have it. She was born a witch, and you a wizard. You’re… Magus. Magician. Sorcerers. Whatever bullshit you want to call it.”

Josh winced, “So… When her friends tried to summon a demon…”

“The fucked-up god noticed them, because they used Bek’s cum.” Lily said sympathetically. “She probably had less than a minute to call you, before everything went to hell. She thought of you, first.”

He stared, “Did… Did you just say… Cum!? I was kinda expecting blood…”

“Yeah, that works in a pinch. But sex is a stronger thing. She and Rolph fucked inside a ritual circle, until your sister came… And then Ba’al came calling.” Lily shrugged.

Josh took a deep breath, “You were saying… It’s worse than a… Massacre?”

“Ba’al’s not gone.”

He flinched, “Fuck. So… He’s going to come for Bek, again? And I guess, me?”

“Not really.” Lily said nervously, playing with the brim of her hat, “I needed something attuned to the demon… And I was nearly at my limit… And it’s technically her fault… So… Um…”

“Spit it out.”

“I sealed the demon inside your sister.” Lily winced, “Sorry.”

Josh looked down at the sleeping girl and then back up, “And what the fuck does that mean!?”

“Two souls. Two minds. One body.” Lily scratched her cheek nervously, “Uh… Demon is sealed. They can’t do much. Can’t do anything that your sister doesn’t want. But they can do the things your sister doesn’t know she wants. So… I kinda gave Bek the power of a dark god, and a second conscience. One that’ll sit on her shoulder and tell her how fun it would be, to do all the bad things.”

He rubbed his face, “Can you fix it… After you… Recharge, or whatever?”

“Only if it’s what Bek wants. Which I seriously doubt.” Lily sighed, “She’ll be fine. But she’s going to need some… Guidance. Someone to keep her on the straight and narrow. Or I’ll have to kill her.”

“What the fuck.”

Lily stood up, shaking at the knees and looking pale. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m going to go home, throw up, and sleep for a month. Ginger’s number is in your phone, now. Call her if you need anything. Uhm… Take Bek back to your place. She doesn’t need the memories of this hellhole, first thing.”

A broomstick appeared, floating horizontally. The witch took a hold of it tiredly, and vanished without moving.

Josh looked down at his sister, and shivered.

—

“Poke! Poke!” Someone said excitedly, jabbing a finger into Josh’s face.

He opened his eyes to find Bek grinning at him brightly. Her nose crinkled up, she grabbed his head in both hands and roughly pushed their foreheads together, “Good morning!”

He pulled back, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. He’d fallen asleep with his head on the couch, where he’d laid down his sister. A sister who didn’t look like she remembered last night. Small mercies.

“Morning, Miss Sunshine.”

She giggled, “Ooh, I like that one. I’m your Miss Sunshine! Don’t suppose that you’ve got any breakfast for Miss Sunshine? Actually, I kinda feel like cooking. Bacon and eggs were your favourite? Or my French toast.”

He stomach turned, and Josh felt like something was distinctly mecidiyeköy escort wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, exactly. This was Bek. She had always been bright and bubbly, before she met… People who were gone. He felt guilty, blaming the dead.

Bek stepped by him, tousling his hair, “Up and at ’em, Josh! Got a whole day and world for living! And I plan on fucking living!”

“Ba’al.” Josh realised darkly.

“Oops.” The blonde twirled on one foot and blushing. “Darn. What gave it away?”

He stood up slowly, clenching his fists but having no idea what to do. He addressed the demon controlling his sister’s body, “Is she in there?”

“Still sleeping. And crying. So much crying.” Ba’al rubbed one foot on the back of her ankle. “I… Didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Not exactly… And I’m never going to hurt her! Bek and I… We’re the same, now. She’s part of me. I remember what she does. Feel what she does.”

“Give her back.”

Ba’al sighed, “She’s asleep, Josh. Seriously. She needs it. So, no, I’m not about to wake her up. She’ll take the reins when she’s good and ready. And then probably cry until she’s too dehydrated to even pee.”

“Demon.” He gritted his teeth, “Let go of my sister.”

The woman rolled her eyes, “I’m not trapping her! Didn’t the witch explain things…? I’m sealed. I can’t hurt you, and I can’t hurt Bek. By the storm gods I feel small, now. I’m part of Bek, and she’s part of me.”

“What exactly do you mean by hurt?” He said, suspiciously.

Ba’al winced, “Upsetting you… Hurts. I mean, I don’t give a constipated turd about any other human. Your whole race is a bunch of sacrifices waiting to happen. Greedy cunts who want my power and magic, and are willing to step on each other to get it. But… Witch used you to seal me. So you’re… Special.”

“You still have magic.” Josh winced. “Even, sealed?”

She laughed, “Of course! Sealing just means I got a master. You. If you wanted gold or wanted to become a king, then I can make it happen for you. I gave the last one to seal me away, a princess, a palace, and helped him kill an asshole sorcerer intent on stealing everything. They put me in a ring as my reward.”

He scratched the side of his head, “What? Are you… A genie?”

“That story. That one, that you’re thinking of, that’s me.” She said flatly, “Not the one in the lamp. The one in the ring. There’s two in the real story. Kinda insulting that everyone likes the bigger asshole, considering he let the sorcerer use him to steal from our master. No loyalty, at all.”

Josh swallowed nervously, “You’re… A genie. A trickster.”

“No. I’m a god, mortal!” She snapped and stamped a foot, “I am a god. I have existed before your puny little world did! Your scientists debate the nature of your pretty little big bang. Discussing the expansion of your universe. How does a singularity work? All that… Crud. I saw it. I was bored by it. Well, until sapient life evolved. That, I didn’t see coming.”

He considered the implications of what she was claiming. If she had existed somehow before the universe did, then she was likely used to being big enough to witness the whole of the universe. Being trapped in a single human body, on a single planet, in a single galaxy… Was likely a kind of crushing isolation.

“Everyone wants something.” Josh acknowledged, “You want your freedom, I guess. I want to not die, so I can’t give you that. I also want my sister to be safe.”

Ba’al blew at her fringe, “No, I don’t. I’m part of Bek, now. How many times do I have to say that, before you get it? What she wants, I want. Mostly what she wants, is… Something she thinks she can’t have. She’s been living with that greed. Indulging in drugs and alcohol and pathetic attempts at magic, searching for a way to fill that hole. I’m just going to grant her wish.”

“What wish?”

She shook her head, “That’s for Bek. She’ll tell you, when she’s ready. We both will. But, the first step to get there, is learning to have a little fun. Loosening both of you up. My master, and my other half. So… Bacon and eggs? Or French toast?”

“Going to poison it?” He raised an eyebrow.

She tightened her jaw and stepped close to him, glaring up at him from less than an inch away. “I can’t hurt you, Josh. I am your Miss Sunshine. The whole world is fun, for living. I’ve never had a body, before. Just a spirit, with the ring. It’s all new. So I’m going to make the best of it. You don’t trust me enough to eat? Fine. I’m going to sulk and make French toast, and you can’t have any!”

With that, she stormed off towards the kitchen, leaving him scratching his head in utter confusion.

He knew that Ba’al was responsible for all of the chaos that he had witnessed. That people had actually died. The thing was controlling his sister, and nothing about history said that a single word out of its mouth should be trusted.

He remembered, and reached for his phone, dialling the new number he found here.

“Ginger.” A half-husky voice answered instantly.

“Um… It’s Josh. Uhm…”

“Oh. Ya sister got the demon, right? What ya need?” The witch sounded actually casual about it.

He winced, “The thing’s awake. Not my sister. The thing inside her. It’s… Trying to make breakfast? Was going to be both of us but me not trusting it, kinda made it annoyed? The fuck am I meant to be doing?”

Chapter Forty-Nine

“You have quite the group of monster girls,” Alizee said.

“That’s just the companions,” I told her. “The ones I chose. I have some special companions from other dungeon builders that I…” I took a deep breath. “That I killed. I gained three new ones today, but I don’t think I’ll revive them yet. This is about celebrating our victory.”

“Sulanga Storm… putz?”

“Sulanga Stormfury.” I drew in a deep breath. “He almost killed me today, but I outwitted him. Barely. But we saved a city of halflings, so it was worth it. But most of my forces died.”

“Wow,” Alizee said. “So you have an army or something.”

I winked at her and grabbed the Void Crystal. I summoned Usiku first. My fomorian appeared, her purple body quivering. I kissed and loved and thanked her. Then came Baaghi, my rakshasa. She licked at my face. I smiled at that. Paanee, my armless naga appeared. Her forked tongue danced to the back of my throat, tickling my tonsils, when I kissed her.

“Wow,” said Alizee. “No arms. That’s rough.”

“Oh, I make up for it with my tail,” hissed Paanee. She winked at Alizee.

My cheerleader giggled. “So they’re all from our world, too?”

I nodded.

“And if you’re killed, I could end up as some other dungeon builder’s bitch?” Alizee arched a white eyebrow.

“Only if you choose to be. They can’t force you to serve them. Most dungeon builders don’t love their monster girls. Least the ones I’ve fought. They want to be worshiped by them or to have them serve. I suppose it’s why I still use Level 1 Monster Girls when I could retire them and have more powerful ones.”

“Retire?”

“Put them to sleep and never re-summon them.” I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I mean… they’re so cute.” I gripped the Crystal and summoned my wildhounds. Hela, Ci, Du, Nos, Gwyllt, Marwo, and Cysgo all appeared around us. They were yipping, their black tails wagging.

They pounced on me.

Seven cute and cuddly wildhounds were licking at my face and smooching me and squealing their delight. I just had a big grin on my face as they all shared their affection with me in that super-cute and adorable way of theirs. It was a wonder to have them kissing me like this. Loving me like this.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I gasped out between licks and smooches. “I love you all so much! And that’s Alizee. My last companion.”

“ALIZEE!” they squealed.

My cheerleader gasped as the horde of seven wildhounds rushed her. They tackled her to the ground and just started licking her all over. I smiled at the sight as my cheerleader gasped and moaned. Two were between her legs licking at her pussy, another pair had her nipples in their mouths. One bathed Alizee’s face in kisses while the other two were smooching at her belly.

“Good puppies,” I said, smiling at my wildhounds. They all had such wonderful tails that wagged back and forth. I cared for them all so much.

They might just be my favorite of the “regular” monster girls. Though if I spent more time with those hellhounds, I’d probably feel the same way. Just not enough time to really love my monster girls, and I was about to add the wind ones.

And if my ideas worked, I would have twelve new types of Level 3 monster girls. I don’t know if I could handle adding in that many new monster girls at once. I might have to pace myself.

I gripped the Void Crystal and summoned my quetzalcoatls.

“Gyvate, Sparnas, Iaidas, Vaivory, and Skale!” I cried. “Appear before me.”

They swirled out of the shadows, balanced on their green tails. Their rainbow-feathered wings all fluttered as they slithered to me. They had bright smiles on their lips. I kissed each of them, thanking them. Their tongues flicked into my mouth, forked like Paanee’s.

“Lord Leo, it’s an honor,” Gyvate hissed.

“And the orgy is underway,” I said. “Have fun.”

They glanced over at Alizee squealing in delight as the wildhounds devoured her. “It looks like it started here.”

“This room is nowhere big enough for that.” I winked at them and grabbed ataköy escort the Crystal. They all preened together, so gorgeous. Then they vanished.

I sank into the Darkness section and found my slumbering arachnes. My shy and adorable spider girls all spun out of the darkness at my commands with their fractal eyes and quivering boobs, their spider legs clicking on the stone.

“Damhanalla, Sreaga, Nimhe, Gaiste, and Greasai,” I said as I moved to them. “I love you all. Thank you.”

They all tittered. I planted kisses on them all, groping their heavy breasts, then sent them to the orgy to have their fun with the other monster girls. They deserved it. I glanced over at Alizee. She moaned and bucked.

“I’m going to cum!” she squealed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum!”

The wildhounds all wagged their tails faster.

I grabbed my Void Crystal and found my busty, tan-skinned werebears. “Bhaaloo, Panja, Daant, Garjan, and Maan!”

They appeared with such love in their golden eyes. They all hugged me fiercely, kissing me with passion. Their big boobs piled against my chest. Alizee moaned in the background as I made out with all five of my werebears.

Slapping Maan on the ass, I sent them to the orgy.

“How are you doing, Alizee?” I asked my sylph.

“I keep cumming!” she squealed, the wildhounds moving around her. They were trading spots. That was nice of them.

I grabbed my Void Crystal. I skipped over my Water Monster Girls. I didn’t use any of them today, sadly. The oozes were the only ones that weren’t useless out of the water, and I left them behind to protect the dungeon. So I skipped to my basilisks.

Skamianiela, Vielmi, Piaro, Mastab, and Dychannie all appeared, their pink, feathery hair spilling around their blue-scaled body. They all had big, victorious grins. They knew what it meant that we were standing here.

“Love you all,” I told them. “Thank you for being amazing. All of you!”

“Lord Leo,” Piaro gushed and darted forward.

She kissed me with aggression.

They all did.

I loved them with each kiss. I stroked their cheeks and pinched their nipples. They were delightful. I squeezed their boobs then sent them to the orgy. Alizee just howled in wordless pleasure as she came over and over again.

I smiled as I moved on to my Metal monster girls. My passionate and amazing orcs.

“Zobens, Briesmoni, Slepkavi, Orka, and Dzelzs!” I roared. “Appear before your lord!”

The green-skinned orcs appeared nude and kneeling before me. “LORD LEO!”

Their roar echoed through the Vault.

I smiled at them. “Rise! Rise and receive my thanks and love. You all fought with courage and conviction. I love you all for it.”

They rose with grins and hugged me with passion, their breasts rubbing on my chest. I groped their asses, making out with all my wonderful orcs. I was breathless as I sent them to the orgy. I knew they would have fun there.

I summoned my yuki-onna next. The icy and beautiful Snezhinka, Moroz, Belyy, Prekrasnyy, and Sukkub all appeared. Mist spilled from their bodies. The temperature dropped with their icy passion. I stared at their gorgeous perfection. They had faces that would lure men to their deaths in a blizzard just for a chance to kiss them.

I got more than a chance. I kissed them all, loved them all, thanked them all for what they did today.

And I sent them off to the orgy.

My unicorns appeared next. They were standing close together with big smiles on their faces. Their golden horns thrust from their foreheads. Their hooves clopped as they shifted in place, their silvery manes spilling around their pale faces.

“Rih, Sriblo, Nezaymana, Chystota, and Kin, you five were amazing today,” I told them. “Thank you. I love you all so much. Just staring at your beauty eases my heart.”

They blushed so prettily.

And their kisses… Damn, I was so horny. I was eager for that orgy.

“No more!” gasped Alizee. “I’m dead. You killed me! You naughty, naughty wildhounds!”

The bahçelievler escort seven yipped in delight.

I sent them and the unicorns to the orgy. Alizee lay there, panting, her white hair still dancing in a wind only she felt. She groaned, shaking her head. I winked at her, glad that she was getting to meet all the wonderful delights of my harem.

“They’re… friendly,” she groaned.

“Yep,” I said and grabbed my Void Crystal. “Time to meet the salamanders. Engana, Malvada, Astuta, Dolor, and Horca, show your pretty selves!”

The Fire monster girls appeared in all their scaly beauty. They had short wings made of fire and hair that spilled like fire around their faces. The red of their bodies contrasted with the orange of their belly scales.

I kissed them. Loved them. Thanked them all. They burned against me.

“You really care for them,” Alizee said as I sent the salamanders to the party.

“I love them all,” I said. “And I hate that they have all died for me over and over again.” I glanced at her. “I’m sorry, Alizee. You’re going to die again and again in my service. You’ll feel the pain of it only for me to call you back.”

Alizee rose and pressed against me. “Don’t be sorry for me. We’re not the ones that have to carry those wounds, are we?” She pressed her hand over my heart. “How do you withstand it and not break?”

I closed my eyes. “Because I have you all.” I squeezed my hands on the Void Crystal. “So long as I can love, I’m not a monster. This life hasn’t destroyed me. Yet.”

“Never,” she said. “We’ll keep you whole.”

Tears touched my eyes. “I love you, too, Alizee.”

My sylph kissed me, her lips soft and gentle. She broke it. “I love you, too, Leo. Mmm, I feel we’re missing some.”

“Two more,” I said. “Death and Thunder.”

“What about Wind?”

“I’ll make them later.” I took a deep breath and delved into the Death section. “Duhot, Dusata, Grobi, Ipalsi, and Nevidena! I conjure thee!”

Alizee giggled. “Thee?”

I blushed and shrugged. “Felt right.”

My ghosts appeared. Five spectral women that floated in the air, their bodies hard to see in the light. They faded in and out of sight, but when you could see them, their beauty was stunning. They stared at me with guilt on their faces. They had all died instantly.

“We failed you, Dark One,” said Ipalsi.

“The thunderbirds were our match,” Grobi moaned.

“No, no, you all did amazing,” I said and moved to them. “You served me well.”

“Dark Lord Leo,” whimpered Nevidena.

“I love you all,” I said. “Thank you for today and for all you’ve done.”

Their spectral lips felt cool on mine. I held their ghostly forms one by one then sent them off to enjoy the orgy. They deserved it. Alizee nodded. She was a wonderful addition to the harem. So supportive. I supposed that was the cheerleader’s job.

The last ones I had to summon were my sphinxes. I gripped the Void Crystal and cried out, “Talalo, Oroszla, Ordita, Gyama, and Igazsa! Appear!”

The sphinxes swirled out of the shadows, their manes of dark-red hair spilling about their tawny skin. Their black-feathered wings stretched as they all yawned, thrusting arms into the air. Their big boobs jiggled.

“Lord Leo,” Ordita purred, her voice a throaty rumble.

“I love you all,” I told them. “You are all special. Amazing. You all make me so happy. Thank you for fighting for me.”

As they preened, I cupped Ordita’s face and kissed her. I smooched each and every one of them, savoring the taste of them. Then I grabbed the Void Crystal and sent them to the orgy. I glanced over at Alizee and winked at her.

She vanished.

I released the Void Crystal and smiled down at Souleen. “Thank you, too.”

She smiled at me. “But I never do anything.”

“You don’t?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not the one that I channel my will through.”

“Well…” She winked at me. “That’s my job. I’m your Soul of the Void Crystal.”

I stroked her face with the tip of my finger. halkalı escort She kissed it. “I wish you could come with us.”

“But I have to stay here.” She stretched. “I’m fine. This is who I am. Besides, as you said, I am your conduit. I’m everywhere in the dungeon. This is just where I manifest my body. Trust me, it’s getting wild. You don’t want to miss the fun.”

I smiled and headed to the large orgy room I had made. It wasn’t far. I stepped into the room and gazed out the wild passion. There was sex everywhere. A salamander rode a sphinx’s face. An arachne spun her webs to bind up a werebear. Two wildhounds were feasting on the unicorn’s pussy, her boobs jiggling. A ghost and Lana Fulmine were making out and fingering each other’s pussies.

My mother had an orc nursing at her breast. A basilisk and a yuki-onna sixty-nined. Nina Naughty wore a strap-on that she rammed into a wildhound’s asshole. Ms. Trueno devoured another ghost’s pussy while a basilisk munched on the teacher’s cunt. Maya writhed on the ground, an orc fucking her with a gold dildo.

Alizee had a ghost devouring her pussy, my cheerleader gasping, her white hair whipping in the wind. A basilisk knelt on her hands and knees as Terra fucked her with her clit-dildo. A werebear sat on Hagane’s mouth while my animated statue used her buzzing fingers on the busty monster girl’s asshole.

Halia shuddered as she fucked a salamander with a strap-on dildo. A unicorn and a wildhound used a double-headed dildo and slapped their butts together. I shuddered at all the passion. Kassie rode another unicorn’s horn while an orc ate that unicorn out. Mrs. Lucina was on her hands and knees as an arachne fucked her with a strap-on dildo, the spidery monster girl’s big boobs heaving.

I found a divan, sank down, and watched. Exhausted. I found I didn’t have the strength to join in.

I just wanted to watch my monster girls having fun. They were writhing with each other. Usiku and a salamander were kissing. Paanee devoured an arachne’s pussy while a unicorn used her horn to fuck the naga in the asshole. Baaghi’s roar of orgasmic delight echoed through the room as she ground her pussy on Morana’s cunt.

Garnet appeared and threw herself down beside me. She snuggled up to me. “Tired, big bro.”

“Been a long day,” I said, staring out at the beauty of it all. There was so much going on.

“It has,” she said and put her head on my shoulder. Her hand idly stroked my cock. “You were amazing, big bro.”

“So were you,” I said. “You got out all the halflings. You did good.”

Tears beaded in her red eyes. “I did? I really did?”

“Yeah,” I told her. “You really did.”

“Sometimes, I feel like no one thinks I’m worth anything.” She rubbed her cheek into my shoulder. “That you all think I’m just playing a game.”

“You are playing games a lot of the time,” I told her. “And you are a horny thing that doesn’t like to take things seriously. Not until it matters. But we don’t think you’re worthless.”

“You don’t, big bro?”

I shook my head and kissed my little sister. She whimpered against my lips. Then she broke it. “Thank you. I’ll try to take things more seriously.”

“Then how are we supposed to laugh at your antics.” I rubbed my nose against hers. “There’s value in breaking the tension. Don’t give it up.”

She beamed at me.

“Our dirty boy is right,” Crystal said. My big sister snuggled up to my other side. She stroked my thigh. “We all might get annoyed, but we get it. Things are huge. Immense. If we didn’t have you making light of things, well, this might get dour real quick. The entire world hates us. Enemies all around. The gods, except maybe Lady Sherida, are our enemies. Maybe they’ll send more saints after us. Maybe stronger dungeon builders or adventurers. We are never going to be safe. But you keep us from remembering that.”

“Thanks,” Garnet said.

Crystal rested her head on my other shoulder. “And you, dirty boy, just relax. Watch the show. We’ll be here if you want to fuck. If not, there is a lot of fun going on out there.”

I stared out at it, snuggled up to my sisters, and found my eyes growing heavy. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but they said I was out for good twelve hours. I supposed I needed that. I had missed out on the orgy, but my monster girls had a grand time.

I was glad that I had them all. This was my new life. I would fight to defend it.

Hello Literotica, this is my first attempt at publishing anything, so I appreciate constructive criticism. If the feedback is positive, I might continue writing about Garokh and his (mis-)adventures. I tried to find any grammar and spelling errors, but English not being my native language, I surely have missed a few. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.

Garokh Skullsplitter couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the ruckus down in the common room; after a year of adventuring, he was used to that. The same was true for the creaking of the floorboards and the howling wind blowing through the cracks in the tavern’s walls. He also did not complain about the bed that was a few centimeters too short for someone of his size and the mattress that probably contained less straw than the feeding troughs outside. It was just a fact of life that tavern rooms in a primarily human town weren’t made with orcs in mind.

No, the problem was his raging boner that poked uncomfortably against his underwear. It had been days since he had been with a woman (or a man for that matter) and he felt ready to explode. Damn, he had left his stronghold to find himself a few wives, and here he was, one year later and alone. Garokh had already tried to help himself a few times that night, but a hand just wasn’t a replacement for something warm, wet and…

He forcefully stopped that train of thought; it definitely would not help him calm down. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, he turned around and closed his eyes. It was useless, however. All around him, the sounds died down as the common room emptied and people went to their rooms, but he was still awake. Which, in the end, turned out for the best, because otherwise he might not have noticed the intruder.

Slowly, very slowly, someone opened the door to Garokh’s room. If not for a slight creaking, he might have overheard them. The intruder also noticed the sound and stopped immediately, waiting for a reaction from the ‘sleeping’ orc. For a long while, nothing happened. Garokh deliberately took slow, rhythmic breaths, playing at being asleep and holding onto the long dagger he always kept near.

But the intruder did not try to reach him, instead sneaking further into the room. They were good, making almost no noise. But almost no noise was not none and Garokh was able to trace the person’s path through the room. The goal was apparently the orc’s treasure chest. Garokh almost chuckled, as the thief – for that was probably what they were – was in for a big surprise. Chomper was cranky even on a good day. Woken up in the middle of the night by someone jamming a lockpick into him, he would probably be livid.

Exactly as expected, a few seconds later, a surprised yelp sounded from the general direction of Garokh’s chest, followed by an angry growl and a wet chomping sound. Immediately, the surprised squeaks were replaced by panicked shouting. The voice sounded hollow, like it was surrounded by something large and empty, but it was unmistakably female and rather high pitched.

“HELP! Help me! A monster is trying to eat me!”

Garokh was no longer able to contain his mirth. A deep, rumbling laughter escaped his lips at the sight that greeted him when he opened his eyes. Chomper, his mimic traveling companion, had trapped the intruder’s head in its fangs and was holding on, growling and yapping angrily. The thief was a young woman, a goblin or a halfling judging from the size. Garokh caught sight of some green skin as she was flailing about uselessly. So, a goblin it was.

What was more interesting than the pitch of her voice or the color of her skin was the shapely butt that stuck out of Chomper’s maw. She wore a pair of tight leather trousers that fit so snuggly that they could have been painted onto her bare legs. The goblin apparently had not shirked on her training, her legs and ass attractively muscled. He guessed you could have bounced a copper penny off those cheeks if you wanted.

“Hey! Hollow brain! Could you stop laughing and get me out of here before that monster gobbles me up!” Her voice skirted the border between indignation and panic, but he felt it was still a bit demanding for someone who had come to rob him.

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he rumbled. “Chomper is still young, he can’t swallow even someone as bite sized as yourself.” Mock surprise entered his voice as he continued. “But tell me, how did you get into this predicament? I distinctly remember going to sleep without a goblin in my treasure chest.”

This elicited a new shriek of anger. “Who are you calling bite sized, you stunted half-giant? And you know exactly how I got here, mister wannabe comedian. Now get me out of here. You had your fun and I fucked up, no harm done, okay?”

Garokh feigned a contemplative tone. “You don’t seem very contrite, do you? How do I know that you won’t return later with better preparation? I think I should call the guard and let them sort it out.”

That made his captive go aksaray escort completely still. “You’re…you’re joking, right? Come on, I would never live that down. It would make me the laughing stock of the guild. And besides, you’re an adventurer as well, aren’t you? That would be a real dick move.”

She was right, at least to a point. Members of the Adventurers’ Guild normally sorted out stuff like that among themselves. It was expected that thieves and related professions would test their skills against fellow adventurers, as long as they stayed within their own rank. If you could not manage to protect your belongings, well, that was your loss. It was an outlook he respected as it mirrored how most members of his own species felt to begin with. But she didn’t need to know that. He really enjoyed making the little thief squirm.

“I don’t know,” he pondered loudly. “I mean, you tried to rob me of my hard earned money. You could call that a dick move as well.”

She started struggling again, but after a few seconds, she recognized how futile that was and pleaded with him. “Come on, man. Can’t we come to some other agreement. I…can pay you. I have stashed away a few coins. Or do you need something stolen? Come on, work with me. Isn’t there anything I can help you with? We really do not need to involve the guard.”

The last part caught his attention. Looking at that perfect ass again, there actually was something she could help him with. He started to caress her butt with one hand, kneading it roughly. “Actually, something just came to my mind. I believe that you could be very helpful.”

Her voice suddenly became nervous. “Hey, big guy…that…that was actually not what I was talking about. Isn’t there something else.”

Undeterred, he opened her belt and started to pull her trousers down while continuing. “Well, you said anything. And here I was believing you were a woman of your word. But now you…hey look at that. Someone was going commando.”

The thief indeed did not wear any underwear. His actions had revealed a nearly perfect green-skinned ass. The goblin was more on the petite side; he was sure nobody would ever call her voluptuous. But the adventuring lifestyle had done her good. He would have no trouble believing her if she claimed to be a trained athlete. She had muscles in all the right places while still looking very feminine. It was something he very much enjoyed – and his ‘friend’ down there agreed with him, getting painfully hard and straining against the confines of his underwear.

The goblin made a cute little squeak when her behind was exposed to the cold night air. “‘Anything’ might have been a bit premature. There surely is something else, isn’t there? I mean, look at the two of us. You’ll split me in half!”

He caressed her back, running his hand down her butt until he reached her womanhood. His hand hovered there, enjoying the heat without going further. Unlike her, he considered their size difference to be a fun challenge to be overcome.

“Tsk, such a pity,” he told her, grief in his voice. “I would have enjoyed that. But it’s your choice. I’ll be right back with the guard.”

Garokh got up and strode towards the door. He was almost out of the room when she finally shouted. “Wait, stop it! I agree, I’m game, I’m super excited really. Get back in here!”

Grinning from ear to ear, Garokh closed the door again. With a relieved sigh, he got rid of his underpants, his strained cock jumping out. Anticipation filled him when he kneeled behind her, returning his hand where it had been just a moment ago. When he started massaging her hole, there was a surprising amount of wetness waiting for him.

“Oh, the lady doth protest too much methinks,” he chuckled while he caressed her.

Lust and anger mixed in her voice as she shot back. “Ha, ha, asshole. Very funny. And what kind of orc are you, anyway? ‘Doth protest’, ‘methinks’ – who talks like that? What about ‘Graaarr, skulls, death, praise to the One Eyed God’? Did your mom raise you on intelligence potions?”

Unimpressed, Garokh continued his ministrations, entering her with one of his fingers. He loved the cute little sounds she made, kind of like an angry hamster. This one was a real keeper. But if the way she gripped his finger was any indication, he would have to make sure she was sufficiently lubricated.

“Be thankful that I am somewhat different from my more…focused brethren. If I was like that, I would already be balls deep within you, contemplating if I should take hole number two on the second round.”

“Wow, no need to get hasty,” she quickly assured him. “I…wasn’t being critical. I like the way you talk. Yay! More power to you!”

Garokh decided that this had been enough talk for the moment and withdrew his hand, leaning down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. He had been told that he was rather talented at doing that, and judging from the beyoğlu escort sounds the little thief made, there was something to that. He savored her taste, earthy but sweet, very different from the women he had had in the past. The orc warrior had no idea if that was special to her or if all goblin women tasted like that, but he enjoyed it. For a long while, he concentrated on licking and kissing, preparing her for the grand finale.

When he was done, she was moaning uncontrollably, pleading for him to continue. “P…please, I can’t take it anymore. Just take me, you bastard. Just….,” she added in a smaller voice, much less aggressive than her normal tone, “be gentle, okay? I’m not used to you big folk.”

Instead of answering, he took his cock and laid it on her back. It was long and girthy, reaching to a spot not far below her shoulder blades.

“You feel that? That thing is going to be buried inside you in a few moments,” he teased, enjoying how she squirmed. He didn’t put it in immediately, letting her contemplate what was to come. There was something intoxicating about teasing the trapped goblin woman. She trembled with a mixture of trepidation and lust, sweat forming on her lower back.

“Stop stalling and get to it, will you? I don’t want to stay here all night long,” the thief complained, her voice quivering.

Not one to refuse a lady’s wish, Garokh complied. Placing his penis at her entrance, he slowly pushed in, only the head at first, but even that felt like heaven. Her tight tunnel gripped him like a vice.

“Fuuuuuuccckkkkk,” the goblin screamed, “Slow down, slow down, slow down! You’re tearing me apart with that thing.”

The orc stayed like that for a while, enjoying her warm, wet embrace. She was tighter than every other woman he had ever been with, and he was sure it would have hurt if he hadn’t prepared her. Instead, her being as wet as she was, the feeling was indescribable. It was like she was a sleeve custom made for his cock.

When he felt confident that she had grown accustomed to his size, he began to push in further. Slowly, he worked his cock in, deeper and deeper, her narrow tunnel massaging it from all sides at once. Little jolts of pleasure coursed through his body with every move. The goblin, for her part, was incoherent now. She moaned and panted and he was sure she would have tried to crawl away if Chomper hadn’t held her in his grip.

He didn’t manage to get all of him inside of her. When about two thirds of his penis were buried in the goblin woman, he brushed against her cervix. She let out one of her cute little yelps, begging him not to go further. Again, he stayed like he was, fearing to come immediately if he wouldn’t slow down. When he calmed down a bit – and she had adjusted to his size – he picked up a pace. Slow at first, then faster and faster, until he was hammering her with abandon.

His whole body felt on fire, everything about her driving him crazy, from the way her pussy massaged his cock to the incredibly sexy sight of his giant member disappearing into the small goblin. She was getting into it as well, sweating, panting and moaning. It did not take long until her screams reached a crescendo, her pussy convulsing around him as she came. Feeling her come was the final straw that sent him over. He felt a giant orgasm approaching, cum boiling in his balls.

When he finally let go, his roar was so loud that he feared the tavern keeper would have words with him tomorrow. At the moment, however, he did not care one bit. A torrent of cum flooded his captive, filling her completely. He felt like his orgasm would never stop, his balls contracting again and again as he emptied himself.

When he was finally done, it was all he could do to pull out of her and fall with his back against the side of the bed. Sweat covered him from head to toe as he examined the mess he had made. The goblin’s knees had given out, her upper body supported by Chomper’s jaw, sperm running down her thighs in copious amounts.

Garokh was still basking in the afterglow when he heard small sounds of protests from within his mimic friend. That’s when he remembered that he had forgotten to release her. Hastily, he looked over to Chomper. “It’s okay buddy, you can let her go.”

The mimic made an angry hissing noise, but it obeyed and opened its jaws. Out of them tumbled a black haired woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, pointed ears twitched irritably. Unruly black hair that reached to her shoulders framed a cute face with a small nose. Said face wore a sour expression at the moment and her small, firm breasts shook in anger as she tore into him.

“What the fuck were you thinking! Can’t you pull out before you cum, like a normal person! I don’t want to get pregnant, you asshole!” She stood up, grabbed her trousers and strode towards the door. “I hope you had your fun, because you are never getting near my cihangir escort vagina again. Goodbye, bastard!”

Before the last syllable faded, she slammed the door so hard it rattled in its hinges.

“Hey, I didn’t even get your name!” Garokh shouted behind her, but it was of no use. She was already gone.

A few minutes later, feeling content and satisfied, he finally fell asleep. Before he drifted off, he wondered idly if orcs and goblins could even have children. He had never heard of such a thing. What would those kids even be called? Goborcs? Orclings? A mystery for another day.

***

Garokh spent the next few days not doing much at all. The quest board at the guild was mostly empty, the weather was nice and he still had enough money left from his last haul. Between training, spinning yarn with other adventurers over a few pints of beer and just lounging around reading a book, time passed in a blur. He was careful not to do the latter in eyesight of his colleagues, having caught enough flak back in the stronghold. An orc who read somehow short circuited the brains of most people and explaining it got old after the tenth or twentieth time.

When a quest finally caught his interest, it surprised him in several respects. It was a search and rescue quest, which meant another adventurer had fucked up. Those quests were sponsored by the guild, the reward depending on the danger and the rank of the adventurer to be saved. And this was the first surprise. The reward section read “Reward: 5 copper pennies”, which was almost insulting. The chance of anyone taking a rescue quest for such a meager price was practically zero. Rescue quests, by their very nature, implied a certain amount of danger, as whatever waited at the destination had been enough to overcome one adventurer already. Five pennies were not nearly enough to make someone take such a risk.

The second surprise was the quest’s objective. The picture attached to the quest’s description was a bit rough, but he could clearly recognize his nightly visitor from a few days back. Next to it were her personal details. “Name: Sally Copperhook, Profession: Thief, Rank: Copper”. Apparently, there had been a series of attacks on lone wanderers and small caravans in the last few weeks. One of them had carried a magical ring and Sally had taken it upon herself to retrieve the treasure. When she hadn’t reported in at the appointed time, the guild had posted a rescue quest.

The longer he read it, the angrier Garokh got, until he ripped the note off and carried it over to the reception area. He knew the young, blue haired woman behind the counter rather well, as she was one of those regularly on duty when he handed his assignments in. Her eyes widened in surprise when he stalked towards her, clearly in a bad mood, and slammed the quest note on the counter. It wasn’t like him to take his anger out on the staff, so she hadn’t seen him as furious as that yet.

“Rei, what the fuck is this?” He growled angrily.

The young woman took a step back, swallowing hard. “What…what seems to be the problem, Garokh?”

The answer only made him angrier. “Don’t play coy with me. Five pennies? Really? That’s a death sentence and you know it. What is the guild thinking?”

A guilty expression passed over Rei’s face before she replaced it with a mask of professionalism. Lowering her voice, she answered. “Garokh, she’s only a copper. And…well…you know. She’s a…goblin.”

At first, he didn’t believe his ears. Then, for the first time in a long while, he had to fight down the battle rage. He managed it, but barely. When he continued, his voice was cold. “Rei, you are one of my favorite people in this town. But for your sake, I ask you to reconsider if you really want to pursue that line of argumentation.”

The young woman looked around before raising her hands in a pacifying gesture. “Garokh, you know that this is not how I think. It’s…Lucian. He doesn’t have the highest opinion of goblinoids.”

Garokh tried to calm down. She was right and he was an ass for scaring her. A lowly receptionist could not influence the quest rewards any more than he could change the guild master’s opinion. Lucian Ironheart was the leader of the local branch of the Adventurers’ Guild. He was a high ranked paladin and – like all adherents of the Radiance – a pompous and conceited ass.

Taking a deep breath, he tried for an apologetic expression. “I am sorry Rei. My temper got the better of me. I take the quest.”

She looked at him surprised. “Are you sure? We have no idea who or what is behind those robberies. There have never been any survivors. And you can’t really be sure that the goblin woman is still alive.”

Garokh shrugged. “That doesn’t matter. At least it’ll annoy the hell out of our glorious leader, which is its own kind of reward.” He winked at her. “And imagine what the ladies will think if I am the handsome orc who put an end to the great evil plaguing these roads.”

Rei snorted. “It’s your funeral.” In a more somber tone she continued. “But, seriously, be careful. This place would be much more dull without you around.”

Her words created a warm feeling in his stomach – and increased his bad conscience for yelling at her earlier. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in no time.”

Chapter 15

Laura was helping her daughter Lolita finish cleaning up the scorched remains of a one of a kind hybrid flower she had been working on for the past few months. Lolita was visibly upset but cleaned quietly.

“Mama, that girl is unhinged. What’s going on with her? She was never this… ditzy. Of all the flowers, too.” Lita mumbled.

“I know she has changed a bit, baby, but she is still young, as are you. She finally has met her father after so long and it has been coming to this for a while, now. At least she hasn’t been an angry person. That would make her fire powers a lot more dangerous to handle.”

“But she wouldn’t have them if it wasn’t for her new sisters.” She dumped the last of the ashes from the dustpan into the trash bin “I must admit, mama, I’m a bit envious. Nila and the twins are so cool and fun and smart. And they treat Sunny like they have known each other forever already. She seems happy, despite her new found air-headedness. And why wouldn’t she? She has a family now. She won’t need a friend like me much longer.”

Laura got a worried look on her face and kneeled down, grabbing her daughters shoulders to look in her distraught eyes. “Mi bonita. You two have been best of friends your whole life. She is just caught in the happiness she has missed for so long. I know you want the same. And I know that heffe Leon is not your father but he is a good man with a big heart. I know he has room for you, if you are willing to give him a chance. It hurts me knowing I have cursed you with no father. I wish I could at least fix that and I will forever regret putting you though such sadness and do everything I can to make it up to you. Now, we are finished here. Will you be sleeping in your room in the house or will you be staying out here in the greenhouse again? Primero Leon, Mistress Vera and the others will be returning soon and I must get everything ready to receive them.”

“I’ll be staying out here, mama. And gracias. I feel a bit better. You go ahead. I love you.” Lita said, a bit of melancholy in her voice.

“Love you too, my child. Cheer up! Your birthday is in two days! You will officially be a woman! I’m so excited! Are the girls doing a good job helping plan for it?”

“Actually yes! It should be an amazing time! I can’t wait! Good night mama. Say hola to René for me.” The tiny dwarf girl hopped around and hummed to herself before she kissed and hugged her mother goodnight then she went off to the pool house shower to get ready for bed. She stood in front of the mirror a few moments and looked herself over, contemplating what she had discussed with Nila and the twins modifications. She was excited to be more proportionate and possibly living quite a long time, but wary of what she might have to do to get it. She shrugged and smiled at herself then went to crawl into bed. As she tucked herself in, she heard the rumble of several ships incoming. “I hope they had fun.” She mumbled to herself as she began to drift iff to sleep, unaware the fun was just getting started.

Laura was in the kitchen directing the action of getting the food prepared to take down to the play dungeon. Twelve maids and eight cooks were milling about, narrowly missing each other as they moved trays, prepped plates and showed their mastery of their food crafts. While Laura was handling the general business, her lover and head chef René was driving the menu. Standing at 5’11” the dark caramel colored, thick and curvy, half black, half Korean French lady waved around a sampling spoon as she conducted the flavor symphony being composed as she sweated in her short black apron, fishnet stockings, red short heels and red chef hat. Her long, very curly black hair, streaked naturally with white in several places and was tied back under her hat. Her bangs hung straight over her brow with a streak of white itself. Her firm, jiggling J cups glistening with sweat from the steamy kitchen atmosphere. While not exactly fat, she was pleasantly plump and nothing but her tits and ass folded over any other flesh.

She was anxious to make sure everything was the best it could possibly be in the hopes Leon would be pleased. When Laura had shown her her new enhancements and told her what was happening to the house maids, she was ecstatic for the projected opportunity at immortality and being at the beginning of what she saw as a new empire at hand. And she would be the worlds premiere chef, touring the world, possibly the galaxy, preparing new dishes the world has yet to taste. Maybe even her own school.

That was her dream, anyway. Of course, a good, sloppy deep dicking would be great every now and then, just as a reward for slaving in the kitchen. Maybe some babies. Okay, lots of babies. Having your cake and eating it, too, especially that delicious mountain of meat that just strolled into her mistresses life and completely dominated everyone, she thought to herself. She shook it off and made sure all the food was ready to go, then had the girls and herself clean up quickly so they could join the festivities.

Back in the zeytinburnu escort master bedroom Leon and his wives were finishing up their steamy shower. He was sucking the milk out of Vera’s huge breasts, occasionally coming up to kiss her, as she held Miki between both their legs, riding the small asian onahole’s face as she humped back and forth while Leon plowed her ultra tight snatch.

“So what plans do you have for our daughters tonight, dear husband?” Vera moaned as she was milked.

“I plan on giving Sunny what she earned but tease her a bit. I’ll congratulate the other girls first, of course, but I’ll finish with her.”

“And what of us?” Vera asked.

“Oh, I’m sure you can figure out a way to entertain yourselves. Actually, now that I think about it, there is something that Miki could try. I wonder if she can feel what I feel as I fuck these cute little sluts of ours. I bet Miki would love to feel their tight flesh and what it’s like for her man to cum. Speaking of which, I can feel my balls fighting off another one.”

“Not so fast, mister.” Vera said and backed up, pulling Miki off his huge dong with a loud sucking slurp. Miki’s tongue was reluctantly pulled from Vera’s aching cunt as she was lifted up and sandwiched between her two lovers. She panted heavily before catching her breath.

“Whew! In terms of trying out my power to feel what you feel, I had just been trying it and it is unbelievable how good the sensations are. You aren’t kidding about how good my tight little pussy feels. I could feel you getting ready to cum and now I feel frustrated for you.”

“Fuck, that sounds like it would feel amazing. I wish I could feel that, too.” Vera mused.

“Well hold on a second.” Miki closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment before Vera felt a tingling and a snap, sending an intense shiver down her back. She felt… different. As if she were someone else. With a penis. She felt Leon and her touch was transmitted to her own body. She gasped and got a wicked grin. She started rubbing the little Japanese onahole of a wife up and down Leons body, enjoying the sensations. She felt Miki’s snatch rub the length of the underside of the shaft, all the way up until the small coochie cleft was resting on the head. She felt her rub it all over the head and she panted

“Oh, fuck, this is going to be crazy!” And began forcing the tight cunt around Leon’s massive dick. She felt not only the little hole stretch around the shaft, but the squeezing down on the glans and shaft as it popped through the first ring of lips and muscle before a slow drop to the next ring. Vera’s eyes rolled back and gave a shivering moan as she gorged on the feeling of filling such a tight, warm space. So tight in fact, that she couldn’t push any deeper into her flreshlight friend and Leon placed his hands over hers and helped her tug downward.

She felt the spongy secondary cervix grinding and kissing at the head and slowly forced Miki down until she felt the cock stretch open then push past and felt it clamp down behind the crown of the glans. Her pussy exploded, draining her fluids onto the floor of the shower as she felt Miki’s sucking guts. Leon watched the look on both his wives faces and smirked. He then pushed all the way inside, breaching into Miki’s waiting womb, only the last two inches of his cock exposed. The girls cried out at the mass of pleasure they were thrown into, Vera’s legs shaking as she continued to gush.

“Do that thing you do, onahole.” Miki smiled weakly and nodded, then began to purr and slide her secondary cervix up and down the shaft. All three moaned out in ecstasy and reveled in the moment before they all felt Leons balls tighten and his shaft expand. Just as they were all going to pop, Leon yanked the spasming torso off his dong.

“That’s enough for now. You ladies already got your fix. Need to save up for the other sex monsters.” His wives whined with a pout but agreed and got out of the shower. Leon and Vera decided to wear robes, both black silk with gold dragons, while Miki opted for a cape.

“A cape?” Leon asked.

“Yes, well, I kind of found another fun thing I can do.” Miki said and as she stood there, her arms and legs pulled back in but the stumps had glowing rings around the base which made her float. Her cape closed around her and she donned her oni face helmet.

“That’s some nightmare fuel.” Vera said. “I like it.”

“Same, but I hope you aren’t going to wear the helmet to the party.” Leon said skeptically.

“It was a thought, but I would like some sort of blinder or VR mask. It helps me feel more intensely.” She answered.

“Sensory deprivation. Okay. Hmm. It only works through touch so far, right?” Leon mused.

“So far, yes.”

“But you can use the nano particles to transfer that, yes?” Leon asked while looking at the ring on his pinky the twins made for their collars.

“Yes, oddly enough.” Miki answered. Leon closed his eyes for a second as he talked with NINA, then blinked back in.

“There. kağıthane escort Now you can access anyone who has integrated with NINA. That should keep you occupied tonight. She will also monitor the girls. Her and Nila are already collecting data on what our servants are requesting and prepping the formulas for them. Tomorrow they will have finished up and begin administration after dinner.”

Miki stared off into nothing for a moment as she accessed NINA then her eyes widened and she moaned “Oooooh! Thank you, master! What a treat!” She had tapped into Sunny, who was constantly horny and well stimulated most of the time, and enjoyed the sensations she had. “I don’t know what is happening to Sunny. I think she is blindfolded. But it feels really good!Like she was bound by her wrists and ankles while something is vibrating in her ass as she’s being fingered. Mmmmmm. Oh! And spanked! Hard!”

Splatting sounds could be heard as Miki’s cunt creamed from the remote stimulation onto the marble flooring. She squawked as she was telekinetically pulled to Leon’s hand.

“Enough fucking around, you slutty cuck queen. Tonight you’re going to feel what it’s like to make these girls cum like idiots.”

“Yes, master!” Miki panted then mumbled to Vera “Fuck, that was hot.” Vera wiggled her eyebrow at her then held up two leashes.

“These should be our final touches before we can head down.” She handed them to Leon and he lifted her chin to snap it into place then backed away to let him do the same to Miki. As he was doing this, Laura came through the door and bowed.

“Primero, the play room is ready to receive you and the food is served. The guests are waiting and enjoying themselves. Unfortunately miss Sunny was being rude and impatient so the twins have subdued her. They also made her promise not to use her powers or the party is over.”

“That explains that.” Miki mumbled. Laura looked up and saw Leon finish leashing his wives and got excited.

“Those collars are wonderful! If you don’t mind me asking master, will I be getting one of those?” She asked longingly.

“You want to be collared and leashed?” Leon asked with a look of mild disbelief.

“Sí, Primero. But only for you.”

Vera interjected “You do understand if you get one he will own you outright, yes? No quiting, ever. You will be his slave.”

“If it is Primero Leon, I would want nothing more or less. Well, maybe some a few more babies” Laura said, joyoustears welling in her eyes.

Vera turned to Leon and said “Aaawww, how sweet. This woman is literally throwing herself at you to be another one of your exclusive breeding holes.” She winked with a mischievous smile.

“If she is serious, make sure she is set up for the dedication ceremony.” Leon said as he smirked at Laura.

“Well then, you heard the man. While you are here, I want to get a count of all the rest of the servants who are willing to also participate in the dedication.” Vera said.

“I have already informed them of the possibility. All but two who are still indecisive have accepted a permanent staffing position. René is most excited.”

“René?” Leon asked.

“The head chef and Laura’s girlfriend slash lover. She’s a top rated chef and a beautiful, wonderful woman, though she complains of getting too old and wanting a bunch of babies, just like her girlfriend here.” Vera answered, Laura turning red as a sheepish smile grew on her face.

“Excellent. Always nice to have a woman who know her way around the kitchen and wanting my babies. Anyway, we ready?” Leon asked.

“On your lead, daddy.” Vera said as she swished her tail and ass at him. He jerked her leash and said “You’re out front, Cum Slave.” He pulled Miki’s leash to him and she floated over. He grabbed a horn and pulled her face in for a ling deep kiss, making sure he got a good amount of her libido and boner boosting saliva. Miki came hard, her pussy ejecting streams of her nectar on the ground.

“Geez, what a leaky onahole. Laura, make sure there’s something to catch all this juice when we get down there.”

“Sí, Primero.” Laura answered and lead them down the long halls and staircases to the dungeon.

Down in the playroom, things were definitely warming up. The guests, Gigi, Gia and Vito, Shawna and Tawny all had long cushy couches while Polly and Naomi were at the bar, drinking and chatting. Between them, René kept the catering tables and carts well organized and the guests well fed. Several maids were providing oral services to the guests while they ate and watched what was going on in the middle of the room, where Sunny had been blindfolded, ball gagged and strapped to a padded bench.

On her back, her wrists were bound behind her under the bench while her ankles were cuffed to rings near her head, which dangled off the end. Her vulva was high in the air, the labia chains pulling her drooling cunt hole open as the fluids pumped out like a hot spring. Her star tattooed ass hole was winking and leaking it’s own fulya escort juices as she humped the air.

The twins were naked and standing on either side of her upturned ass, each holding large double dildos in one hand while they spanked her with the leather paddles in their hands. Lina, also naked was standing over her head with a bag of metal links, pulling her long pieced tongue down between her cleavage and connecting it to her belly button ring. She then linked Sunny’s heart shaped nipples together. Sunny was squealing and laughing as she was being swatted.

Laura entered the room first and introduced the masters of the house, which caused a wave of clapping, “yay, daddies” and whistles.

“Well this looks fun!” Leon said as he looked around the room. Lina, her hair in long pigtails bounded up to her father and got on her tiptoes to kiss him, then kissed her mothers before grabbing Leons hand and guiding him to a large, high back, plush recliner chair that was positioned a few feet in front of Sunny’s sex crazed face. On either side small sitting stools were brought up next to the chair for Miki and Vera to sit on, though Miki didn’t need it.

“We’ve been waiting for you daddy, though a bit impatiently. We had to give this whiney bimbo something to do. We were just getting started. Your cock is so beautiful, daddy. Miss Laura, would you be kind enough to bring me a glass to collect some of this caramel goodness?” Nila had opened Leons robe and sat on his lap, her back to him with his massive rod between her legs and began stroking his raging hard-on. Vera had kneeled next to Leon on her stool and offered her exposed breasts for him to continue feasting on. Laura had went behind the bar and came back with a large pint glass and held it to Leons glans while Lina wrung out globs of his relaxing pre-cum.

Miki and Vera were humming and fidgeting from the sensations transmitted from Leons cock and Miki began flowing an unending stream of girl goo onto the stool.

Laura had a worried look as she darted off behind the bar again and produced a large punchbowl which she raced to place under the floating sex toy. She snapped her fingers at a few maids and in Spanish had them run to get several five gallon flower vases while Nila milked his clear, viscous pre into the glass.

Leon looked around the room and saw everyone was entertained but Polly, of course, who sipped a large margarita and watched the wall. Naomi was on a barstool drinking a large mai tai while she played with an exposed nipple. One of her feet hands were holding the back of a maids head to her juicy snatch while the other leg hand fingered the small maids pussy.

Shawna and Tawny were on their couch with maids buried in their clefts as Shawna drank an Irish car bomb. Gigi was lightly rubbing her clit as she watched her daughter force a maid to deepthroat her brother while she laughed at his tortured facial expressions and tongue kissed him. Gigi pussy was still sore from the earlier battering she received from Leon and was happy to drink champagne as she watched her kids play.

By the time the maids had come back, Laura had the glass almost full of the clear caramel flavored precum. A five gallon, silver vase was placed under Miki, replacing the punch bowl as well as one under each end of Sunny’s bound frame. Laura also had one, which she squatted over and began to finger herself wildly as she looked up at Leon with a labored smile, her shaking tits leaking milk onto the floor.

“Allow me to prepare you, Primero?” She asked shakily.

“You may, miss Laura. When you are finished, go help Vito. He looks like he needs a pick-me-up.” Leon said.

“Sí, Primero.” She answered and got to work slathering his waving erection in her saliva and cunt oil. Lina stayed and helped, rubbing her tiny cunt on the base of the rod butted against it, rubbing in the warming and buzzing oil into his glans and on herself. As he moaned, Vera and Miki moaned with him, signaling the sensational link between them.

Meanwhile, the twins were busy employing the double dildos and their ten inch girl cocks on Sunny’s helpless body. Luna was standing over her head with one end of the dildo in her twat while the other end was being humped down Sunny’s throat. She alternated between bouncing on Sunny’s face and sliding back and forth, her cock sliding up the knobby bound tongue into the mass of tongue and tit meat. Sunny was drooling profusely and half drowning in the stream of raspberry cream that bled down the connecting tube of silicon.

On the other end, Lina had stuffed her dildo in her own pussy and had both shafts inside Sunny, one in each hole, while she squished Sunny’s tits together to add to her twins stimulation, the two kissing each other over their squirting sister. Tawny wanted to join in and after excusing the maid, snuck up behind Lina as she double plowed Sunny’s holes and grabbed both if their tails.

Lina squeaked as Sunny choked. Tawny said “I hope you don’t mind. This looks fun!” Lina giggled and answered “Help yourself.” She shook her ass before Tawny bent down and stuck her tongue in her puckered, soggy asshole. She pulled the tails apart to expose more of the toy then let go of Sunny’s tail to grab the dildo. She told Lina to turn around, which she did from her perch, standing enough to free her cock and stepped over the huge ass and used the red-heads cheeks to squat down.

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Authors Note: This the third part of House Shivashi. I hope you have enjoyed the story and characters. It has been a pleasure to pour so much into creating them. All sexual activity is performed by those 18+, even though there’s no sex in this part.

I welcome all constructive feedback and responses. Thank you, and enjoy

***

Day 7

I barely remembered falling asleep. So tranquil was the time spent with Ghiva and Arua, the dream of living the Folded Path was all that concerned me. As the early morning light slipped through the crack in the blinds of the Master Bedroom, I took a deep breath. I absorbed how good it felt to have my companions, warm and wonderful inside me.

Even though the events of the forthcoming day promised to be taxing and unpredictable, I knew in my heart I was now in the best place possible to attempt our thought-out plan. Everything was ready, including me. It was time to get prepared.

The bath was pleasant and long, the knock at the bedroom door letting me know that food had been brought up. As I toweled off and opened the door, I saw a tray of eggs, potatoes, and meat strips on a lap tray. Two packages wrapped in brown paper were close by. One was a small, thumb-sized package, the other as long as my forearm.

I nodded and brought the tray laden with food and the packages into the room, setting them all on the bed and sitting down. As my hair dried in some twisted towels atop my head, I ate with slow appreciation while staring at the wrapped presents.

I knew, without a doubt, they were what I had sent Skav after.

He came through, just like I knew he would. That means, the rest is already in motion.

I finished my breakfast and then slipped into the bathroom with the small package, finishing my grooming preparations. I approached the wardrobe after my hair was dry, seeing my chocolate brown, three-piece suit hanging there as though it was waiting to be put on.

I nodded and slowly drew on the pants, the fabric so soft and flowing today. My white shirt came next, slowly buttoning it up from the bottom and leaving the top one undone and open. One arm at a time I eased the blazer over my shoulders, rolling the collar down and ensuring the layers of my outfit were perfectly placed.

“Ok, Master Shivashi,” I said into the lady in the mirror, nodding as my amethyst eyes sparkled in the morning light. “Time to put on a show.”

I stepped into my comfortable shoes and exited the Master Bedroom, closing the door then stepping purposefully down the flights of stairs. I passed the faded outline where Havaan Shivashi’s portrait used to hang, the image of her detailed statue down below the manor softly imposing itself on the wall. I stopped and regarded her posture and poise, the owl-like grimness in her eyes stating everything her firm presence did not.

I am a Shivashi. My word is law. Come and claim what is yours, or be claimed in the failure. The world will move on without you.

I gave a polite nod to Havaan’s memory, taking the rest of the stairs down to the foyer. Ghiva stepped out from the kitchen to greet me as I touched it.

“Morning to you, Master Shivashi. I trust you’re prepared for the day?”

“I am, Ghiva, well and truly,” I said, turning toward her and bowing. “Thank you for your service today. You do me and this house great honor.”

“My pleasure and honor to serve, Master Shivashi,” Ghiva hummed, offering a respectful bow in return.

“I have thoroughly considered your desire to become my Pillar, Ghiva. I believe our time to join together will be soon, just not yet,” I said, giving Ghiva a gentle, knowing smile. “I hope you understand.”

“I do, indeed, Master Shivashi. Our time is coming, of that I have no doubt in my mind,” Ghiva responded, her earthy smile kind and hopeful. “Until then.”

“Until then,” I returned, turning and walking toward the front door and out into the middle of a rising morning.

I climbed into the travel carriage and the driver eased us out onto the road, turning east toward Arlia and the destiny that awaited me there.

***

The art of a good con never relies upon the factors you can’t control, rather those you can foresee and can adapt to. The true test of your ability comes in the testament left behind by your mark, the choices you made and how they are reacted.

The first thing you can count on are your own actions and responses, the backbone of what you plan to do and are willing to commit action for. The next thing, if you are wily enough, is the knowledge of your quarry and what they are capable of.

Though harder to quantify, it’s not impossible to predict. Everyone moves in patterns, no matter how well-kept their secrets. I’d seen my share of the tactics this particular challenger had to offer already, absorbing the subtleness and guile of a very impressive quandary. I would happily honor their playful game by bringing forth the best of mine.

Surprise was one thing, merter escort absolute flat-footed disadvantage was another. Moira would learn the difference. I am nothing if not a quid-pro-quo equalist, or an eye-for-an-eye avenger. I don’t find either term mutually exclusive.

As the carriage pulled to a stop outside the walls of Arlia I stepped out, my grip firmly on the door. I reached in and took my sturdy wooden crutch off the bench, putting one foot in front of the other while leaning heavily into it.

Arlia’s gate was just far enough away to get my mind straight on what had to happen, setting my limp and grimacing as tactfully as possible. A certain string of events were about to take place, each with their own purpose and timing. If I did it right, a special kind of fireworks would be going off just after noon.

Watch this performance, every one of you.

Slowly walking through Arlia was a sobering experience, since the populous hadn’t seen me since my interrogation by Moira. Every pair of eyes that saw me stopped whatever they were doing, an aghast gasp of grim understanding present each time. Conversations abruptly ended and tasks paused to witness Master Shivashi, heiress of the Shivashi bloodline, brought low and subdued.

No hand came to guide me, no questions of health or if I needed help, as groans of pain filtered out through my lips. The people simply stared, unwilling and unable to do anything. They were all aware that the ire of House Ciav had been placed upon me.

The promises I had once assured with the pomp of head-strong bravado had been turned back on me, becoming the symbolic tar-and-feathering of an outcast ne’er-do-well.

Moira had been right. The best example was living and walking, a warning to all who would challenge the might of House Ciav on display for all to see.

As I rounded the corner toward Arlia Trust and Savings, I caught sight of Teruose staring at me out of the window. His slimy grin paired grinch-like with his tight and narrow eyes, the slow draw of the curtains inside becoming a smug shun as corrupt business continued unabated.

With a slow turn of my head I saw Heron Genrish, the young man climbing a ladder outside the financial establishment, Genrish and Sons. Steady hands reached up and removed the old wooden placard above the door, replacing it with a much nicer one edged in shiny, sunrise-colored gold. The seal of Arlia was down on the bottom right of its trophy-like display, House Genrish now a recognized family with all rights and privileges due to them.

As Heron reached down into his tool bag, he caught sight of me limping by. Kind eyes suddenly turned a shade of shameful betrayal, his families’ advancement caught in my amethyst gaze. A whimper, so soft and honest, left his lips. I was yards away, struggling to make it down the road, and still the sound was heart-breaking.

An apology was written loud in Heron’s eyes. It was the way of things, just one more step the people of the Western Reaches had to take to survive. I couldn’t blame the Genrish family for what had transpired, trading my sought-after family account back to House Ciav for patronage. I didn’t fault them, or anyone else, for what they’d done.

The Path wasn’t easy this far to the West, and perhaps it never would be. However, today they would be given a choice. Greater than air and gold, it would sing with unbridled potential.

I eased through the milling on-lookers, taking a timed bad step and dropping to my knees in the middle of the road. A hard whimper left my lips as I reached down and grabbed my right knee, clenching my eyes tight as pain shivered my leg. A few of the nearby people gasped and took a step closer. Sudden apprehension gripped their features, their helpful motion retracting in fear of retribution.

Oh, my people. It’s worse than I thought, I kindly observed, a very real note of sadness bubbling up from my heart. I’m so sorry this has happened to you. I’ll make it right, I promise.

A shadow loomed close and I looked up into the face of Heron, watching him kneel down and take my arm in assistance. I knew that everyone who saw it would only mark him as an ally, thus subsequently punishing him and his family.

“Heron, no, you don’t have to,” I started, trying to brush him off. “Please, this is-“

“The right thing to do,” Heron whispered, helping me to my feet and ensuring I was properly supported by my crutch. “They can’t do anything to me they haven’t already done. Our family survived without House Ciav’s and Arlia’s favor before. If it comes to it, we can do so again.”

A silvery tear of thanks slipped from my left eye, grasping Heron’s shoulder. “You are a good man. Never think anything less, no matter how far down you get pushed. No one can take the heart of your character away.”

A soft frown creased Heron’s brow. “You are in danger here. Arlia and Gar-O-Nitao are abuzz with your house’s fall. House bağcılar escort Ciav, they’ve-“

“Alright, that’s enough,” came the gruff tone of one of Arlia’s soldier protectorate, stepping close and interrupting. “Move along, both of you.”

I locked amethyst eyes with the guardsman who had spoken up, setting him with a knowing glance that made him take a half-step back. Something kin to feral acknowledgement bridged between us. The subtle press and power, something greater and more primally aware than him, made his throat bob with a swallow.

“I said, move along,” the guard repeated, right hand slipping down to the handle of his sword on his hip. “Complete your business, then leave as soon as possible.”

“Alright, I’m going,” I gruffly retorted, turning a kind gaze to Heron before stepping outside of his comforting presence. “I won’t stay long. Just need to gather a few things.”

“Make it quick. You have until noon, then you’ll be escorted out,” the soldier ordered, his hand moving away from the hilt of his blade. “Your family isn’t welcome in the Western Reaches.”

“Not anymore,” I softly hummed.

I waved the guard off with a gesture of my hand, continuing into the northern part of Arlia. I didn’t look back at Heron, for it would only cause him more grief. The distance was necessary, for both our sakes. He couldn’t be close, not yet.

I eased around the corner and found the familiar cutaway leading down into the darkness. I grabbed the firmly entrenched railing as I painfully eased down the sturdy stairs, holding tight to my crutch with my right as I clung to the smooth bannister with my left. My eyes watched every step while I kept awareness of curious passers-by, as carefully and constantly as possible.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw that the wooden door and sturdy archway leading down into Gro-Shuma’s den had been torn apart. Vicious clawings and dents in the stone wall behind it were paired with the broken planks and chipped stone scattered beneath it, as though it had been torn apart in search of something.

Whatever it was they assuredly didn’t find. I was almost positive of that.

As I painfully kneeled down and swept away the gravel pieces, my eyes started identifying the splintered planks of wood and their broken counterparts. With slow purpose I started at the bottom and patiently rebuilt the door, slipping each piece into its proper place down in the silence of that dank crevasse of rock.

There’s something no one ever tells you about true faith, a secret I will reveal to you now. Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean you can’t feel it. I used to think each belief system was watched after by a benevolent deity, something with the divine power to right injustices and punish evil-doers.

Other times I thought faith was kind grace and a warm embrace, the perfect feeling of oneness and welcome. A rare thing to witness, even more difficult to attain.

My belief has changed now, for better or worse. The secret changed me, as did the spirit that had been reborn in its wake. Faith was a mindset and a choice. Like all things, it could be formed and rebuilt with the right tools.

After the purple door had been reconstructed, I reached up and gently knocked three times upon its cracked, haphazardly-connected surface. I stared at the faint red star amidst the colored paint, waiting as the long seconds ticked by, until I heard a soft click of a lock. The door opened and swung inward toward the darkened cavern beyond, unbreached by any man-guided inquisitions.

I stepped in and closed the door behind me, easing down the flight of short steps beyond onto the white sand-covered pathway. I cautiously followed the path as it wended downward around the corner to the right. A pastel-colored rug covered in beautiful scales beneath a solitary chair revealed itself, a yellow candle quietly burning on a small table posted next to it.

I sat down upon the offered chair, removing my shoes. I smiled and rubbed my toes against the texture of the rug before standing up, moving through the beaded curtain. The beads harmoniously rang with a dull tone as they came in contact with each other, my smile widening at how soothing and perfect it was.

Ritual and faith were linked and melded together, hand-in-hand like lovers and friends.

Faint sunlight beamed down into the small, dome-like cavern beyond, the smooth stage to the right supporting Master Gro-Shuma’s coiled snake bulk. His smooth yellow face was pointed skyward and his eyes were closed, gorgeous yellow cobra hood curled close behind him like the wings of a cicada.

I stepped down into the marble-swirled sands and kneeled on the yellow rug before the stage. I rolled my sleeves back to my elbows, lifting my hands in the bowl of sacrifice.

“Gro-Shuma Omahigali, Master of the Ivory Knowledge and Watcher of the Hidden Door, it is an honor to be in your presence once güngören escort more,” I gently hummed, respectfully bowing.

Gro-Shuma’s four hands slowly shifted into the diamond of respect across his chest, a kind nod following. “Master Shivashi. A pleasure and honor, as always.”

“Master, I have questions,” I whispered, breathing slowly and evenly as my next words came out lower. “And I need answers.”

“Speak of them, Master Shivashi. I will listen to all and respond in kind,” Master Gro-Shuma hummed, his sinuous form starting to sway in gentle motions.

“I came in contact with the Master of the Western Reaches. We spoke and made peace, though it will not last if action is not taken,” I said, a sudden weight building in my chest. “The Reaches will not survive much longer, Master. I know what must be done, so I ask that you make preparations to keep from being injured during this process.’

A soft shake of Gro-Shuma’s tail sent the cavern rattling with warmth. His smooth head slowly turned downward, regarding me with closed eyes.

“I understand, Master Shivashi. Thank you for your kind warning.”

“Master, the one named Hu-Vei has been located. He is being detained by Moira Ciav and has been bent to aiding her. Together they are creating thoughtless vassals and brutes, spreading the corruption consuming Gar-O-Nitao,” I said, keeping my head low and respectful. “Moira’s efforts are forcing minds onto the Paths’ trials before they are ready, mind-twisting them and creating empowered associates. It is my goal to free him and the people, ending the reign of the beast, Deceit, that hovers like a phantom over the Western Reaches.”

“Deceit,” came the warm whisper from Gro-Shuma, his voice indiscernible from being male or female. “This name is known.”

I heard it more than saw it, the tightening of Gro-Shuma’s posture as his scales rippled with an unknown, antediluvian meaning. I looked up in question from the strange tone present inside Gro-Shuma’s voice, gasping at seeing my Master drawn back and reared up as though ready to strike.

Gro-Shuma’s yellow eyes were bright like a burning nova, sun-dappled snake hood stretched wide and menacing. A horror-filled tremor raced out from my heart along my statue-tight form, eyes unblinking as I stared into the fierce blaze of unrepentant knowledge.

Is that fury I see, or fear? Hummed the cowed observation, unable to look away.

“Has it touched you?” came Gro-Shuma’s compassionate whisper. “Please, tell me.”

The distant empathy in Gro-Shuma’s feminine voice was shielded behind the posturing rattle of absolute preparation. Every fiber of his being was hinged to decimate, ready to destroy at a moment’s notice.

“It did, Master. I was beneath a malady, an affliction they called it, for two days due to its touch,” I said, keeping my voice level even as my throat clenched tight. “I came out of it only yesterday, my fevered trials passed and the mantle of Master now upon me. I was then assisted by the Air Nenis, Arua, in purging the rest of the Deceit that Moira had infected me with.”

“It has been drawn out, Master,” I thoughtfully assured, slowly nodding. “There is nothing left but the memory of what once was.”

Master Gro-Shuma’s chin quivered as he absorbed my words, a kind nod of acceptance as he slowly eased back into a rested position. The crackling energy of his menacing presence faded away like mist in the morning, as though the room had been electrified with his focused intention.

I had no doubt, for the betterment of all, that Gro-Shuma would have ended me had I answered differently. The pain in his eyes and voice, at even having to contemplate striking me down, was vividly displayed in his trembling snake hood as it drew back to fold behind him.

Gro-Shuma had been scared, wholly and truly. Terrified, out of his goddamn mind. A surreal acknowledgement overtook my thoughts, whispering that Gro-Shuma had been the one threatened, not me.

“Master, speak to me. What makes you so…apprehensive?” came the surprisingly chilled words.

“Master Shivashi, when the world was young there were three great powers that sought to undo the balance of creation,” Gro-Shuma stated, an undercurrent of heretical blasphemy rumbling deep in his masculine voice. “Deceit, Desire, and Destruction, collectively known as the Destitute Ones. These functions of the world are not evil, yet necessity brings them in contact with humanity, and thus, are they corrupted to sinister ends.”

“The black blood of Deceit flows when trust of each other is lost and forgotten, becoming lies unending. The red lips of Desire will cloud all but the purest of minds, searing emotions claiming all logic. The steel hammer of Destruction will sunder all without a sturdy foundation, razing and ruining all.”

“These are the promises left to us from Council’s past, etched into ivory and remembered for all time. Such was the way of this wisdom, a gift for those of knowing to watch horizons against threats greater than the eyes of many ignore.”

“That Deceit has ensnared one of the lost children is grave, indeed.”

Gro-Shuma set his rattle to slowly shaking. I could almost hear each individual bead inside his tail.

“Lost children?” I asked, my voice soft and thoughtful. “When did it happen?”

Dinner was seamless, the food, the music, the wine, the company. Tony’s out of town business meetings were usually painful, in that he hated living out of a suitcase and eating alone in overpriced restaurants. This trip, he was enjoying every second of it. He’d met up with Chantal, a woman he’d met online a few months back. They’d hit it off and started talking on the phone. It was a casual thing; neither of them stopped seeing the people in their lives and neither of them had a desire to take the relationship to a different level. They both enjoyed the same kinks, they had some late night conversations that ended up in some hot phone sex occasionally, and had a lot of things in common.

When Tony got news that he was going to have to go to sales conference in Dallas, he sent Chantal an IM letting her know to make reservations at the best restaurant in town and prepare to paint the town red. When he walked into the restaurant, he was blown away; she was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures. Her cinnamon colored skin was flawless; she was wearing a sexy black business suit that fit her like a glove. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a blouse underneath her jacket, and the hint of her cleavage drew men’s attention there like a beacon in the night, made her that much more alluring. She kissed him on the cheek and the smell of her perfume and the feel of her soft warm hand against his cheek made his dick stir. Even the maitre’d had to take a second look at Chantal’s sexy brown calves and full backside; he winked at Tony as if to say, “You are a lucky son of a bitch.”

The couple laughed and flirted with one another throughout the meal. As they became more comfortable with one another, Chantal got more adventurous. She moved closer and slid her pump off and began rubbing her foot along Tony’s leg. The more they laughed and got along fantastically, the more Chantal would find an occasion to rest her hand on Tony’s thigh, inching closer and closer to his crotch with each witty anecdote. Tony ordered a cigar and a brandy and leaned back into the plush leather banquette and played the playboy role to the hilt. Chantal giggled and played along. Tony belonged to the new wave of Black businessmen who made their fortune in one generation and were not shy in letting people see their success. Feeling bold, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out; the white linen table cloth obscured it from view from the other diners.

Chantal took advantage of situation and moved closer still. She grabbed the shaft of his penis and stroked it softly. Tony thought he could sit there and enjoy the hand job without letting on what was happening but within a few seconds, he was squirming around and fidgeting, afraid that he was going to shoot his load right then and there. Chantal was expertly stroking him, squeezing the head, sliding the skin up and down, trying to coax out a load. “Damn baby, slow down or I won’t have any steam for the after party,” he said, reluctantly pushing her hand away and putting everything back where it belonged.

During dessert, it was his turn to return the favor. Chantal was snuggled close, and they were like a couple who had been together for a very long time. Feeling brazen, the lovely lady opened her legs and allowed her new friend to explore. Tony’s strong hands traveled up her legs, caressing the smooth silk of her stockings, and encountering the even smoother skin of her flesh above her thigh high stockings. He caressed her flesh and his hands roamed higher until his fingertips brushed the expensive lace of her panties. Chantal spread her legs more and allowed him full access. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “You know I’m going to fuck that hot pussy of yours tonight until you can’t walk straight tomorrow, right?”

Chantal laughed, “Yeah, right big boy, promises, promises. Other men have tried and failed.” But the evidence of her arousal was to be felt in her panties. Tony fondled her bebek escort and slid her panties to the side in order to get better access to her package. It was quite an impressive package at that. At least seven inches with a full set of balls, and the fact that it was getting harder with every passing second confirmed that Chantal was indeed the sexiest, fully functioning shemale he’d ever met.

“Check please,” as Tony signaled for the waiter to bring the bill as quickly as possible. In the elevator to his hotel room, Chantal was transformed from a sexy and sophisticated woman to a ravenous, insatiable vixen. Undoing the three strategically placed buttons on her suit jacket, she exposed her full tits encased in a sexy black lace bra. She pulled down the tops of the overflowing cups and let her nipples be exposed to the security cameras. She flashed a sexy wink at the security guards who were probably sitting in the basement with a half eaten turkey sandwich and playing a game of Spades. She offered up her tits to Tony and he caressed the full mounds and pinched the swollen nipples. Chantal let out a sexy little purr and Tony pinched harder.

That was their kink. Tony liked to give pain, and Chantal liked to get it. They were both into rough play, spanking, pain, the whole nine. As much as Tony needed to release his frustrations being the powerful business mogul, Chantal liked to be the girly submissive to powerful men. She got off on pain and he had a lust for women who could take a little punishment and ask for more.

The elevator neared the 18th floor and Chantal made efforts to button up her jacket. “Leave it open,” was all Tony said as he leaned down to bite one of those sexy chocolate nipples. The doors opened and they were met, face to face, with one of the maids. Poor little thing, her mouth flew open and she averted her eyes to the floor. Chantal was warm with arousal and the couple walked past her without a care in the world. The maid was so flustered, so shocked, that she let the elevator doors close without getting on. Tony fumbled for his key, pretending he couldn’t find it, and pushed Chantal against the door and shoved his tongue down her throat. The maid couldn’t help but stare at the obscene play right in front of her and Tony played it up. He turned towards the maid and looked her right in the eye as he put his hand up Chantal’s skirt and groped her. What the maid couldn’t see was that Chantal had a boner under that skirt that was leaking precum.

The elevator doors opened again and the maid rushed in but not before Chantal winked at her, her tits still obscenely exposed for public view. Tony fished in his pocket and found the key, slid it in and opened the door. The door was barely closed behind them before they were all over each other. This time Chantal was reaching for Tony’s pants, unzipping them and sliding her hand in to find his stiffened prick. He pushed her to her knees and grabbed the back of her head and started unceremoniously fucking her mouth. Her lip gloss smeared his shaft and she took it deeper and deeper with every thrust. Tony’s dick grew longer, stiffer with each stroke and he gave her more encouragement. “Yeah, choke on it. Suck that big dick; take every inch.”

Chantal grabbed his ass and started pulling him deeper and deeper into her throat, urging him to fuck her face harder, faster. Tony wasn’t a little boy either, he had at least 8 inches of stiff meat in her throat and it was getting bigger the more he banged her face. There was no foreplay, there was no romance, just nasty, hardcore sex the way they both liked it. The pace was frantic; Tony was grunting and slamming his hips faster and faster, pistoning the head of his dick deeper and deeper in Chantal’s throat. She was gagging and choking, gasping for air, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Placing his hand around her delicate, elegant neck, he started choking kurtuluş escort her, erotically of course. Chantal looked up and never took her eyes off of him. The lack of oxygen was dizzying and she pinched and pulled her own nipples for stimulation. She was gasping for air as Tony released the pressure and she dove for his dick again, not waiting more than a split second to feel him ramming her mouth again. He grabbed her by her throat again, this time he slapped her face with his dick. “Look at you,” he taunted, “getting my pants wet. You are a bad girl. I need to teach you a lesson.”

Chantal looked up, licked her lips, and said, “Oh Daddy, I’ve been such a bad girl, you should punish me.”

Tony pushed her away, still on her knees, and undid the belt on his pants. He let them slide to the floor and he turned around. He thrust his ass backwards, the full chocolate mounds filling out his tightie whities. He wiggled his ass in her face and she pulled the waistband down to expose his ass. “Are you going to show me what a naughty girl you are? Show Daddy how nasty you really are. Spread those cheeks and get in there, sniff it, smell my ass. Then kiss it. Kiss my ass and tell me how much you adore it.” He was really just talking to hear himself talk because Chantal was way past the sniffing and kissing stage; she was in the full out licking and sucking stage. She couldn’t wait and was driving her tongue deep in his ass, getting it wet and blowing air in it. Tony had his hands on his knees, bent over, enjoying the best rim job he’d ever gotten. “Oh shit, that feels so fucking good. Eat my ass; tell me how good it tastes. You like the way a real man tastes?”

She mumbled something that sounded like it could have been, “It’s the best ass I’ve ever eaten,” but it just as easily could have been, “I use Equal for my tea to sweeten,” because she never took her tongue from deep in his hole, sucking, rimming, licking, tongue fucking.

“Hot damn, you are one hot, nasty, little mama.” He stepped out of his pants, threw his jacket on a chair and sat on the bed. Chantal was still at the door, on her knees, looking like she was hungry for more. “Crawl to me.” She pulled of her jacket and tossed it in the same direction as his and crawled on her hands and knees towards him. He pulled off his tie and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. With his legs spread and his dick bobbing just inches from her face, Chantal was trying to lick it again, get it in her mouth.

“Take off the rest of your clothes; let me see that sexy body.” Doing anything she was told, Chantal stood up and undid the button and zipper on her conservative skirt to completely reveal her silk, black thigh high stockings, her garter belt and straps holding them up and her French cut black lace panties. The head of her dick was peeking out for the sides, unable to be hidden with such a delicate piece of material. Leaving her bra on, with her tits still hanging out, she slid her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side with her high heeled foot.

She stroked her shaft just inches from Tony’s face. She knew what he wanted and she coaxed out a drip of precum, ran her finger over the tip, and brought it to her lips. She sucked that finger like a mini dick, making Tony moan. She wiggled it in his face and he took the bait like a fish takes a worm. This was a helluva worm, full and thick and filling his mouth as he sucked it. Chantal was a helluva fisherman as well, wielding that rod with skill. In fact, she fucked his face with an equal level of skill as he had done to her. “Look at you, big strong man fagging out on my T-girl dick. Who would have guessed? I bet before the night is over you’ll be bending over and begging me to fuck you too.”

Her words were meant to incite him, to push his buttons and they did. “You little . . . I’m no fag. I’ll show you.” He grabbed her feriköy escort arm and pulled her over his lap. His dick and her dick were sensually rubbing against one another. He ran his hands gently over her ass cheeks. She squirmed and wiggled, waiting for the inevitable. The first blow came down without warning, warming her ass but she didn’t make a sound. Intent on making her beg for mercy for her insolent comments, he wanted her to cry, wanted to hear her beg for forgiveness. With a steady slow pace, he reigned down on her ass with blow after blow of hard spanking. But rather than eliciting the response he expected, Chantal was moaning and groaning, begging for more, begging for it harder. She truly experienced pain as pleasure. Perhaps her neurons were misfiring or her brain wasn’t wired correctly but she craved sensation and the more intense the better. Her body was alive with arousal and she felt safe and secure in the arms of this big strong man.

His hand was becoming sore and his dick was ready to explode. He grabbed her by the back of the hair and threw her on the bed. He stood over her, just staring at her. She was breathtaking. Her face was flawless and even through her haze of lust; she still had a look of sophistication. Her body had been sculpted to brown perfection and her dick was one any man would be proud to own.

“Turn over.” That was all he said and she complied.

She got up on her knees and looked back over her shoulder. She reached back with her manicured fingers and spread her cheeks. She made her hole wink at him and pleaded one more time. “Make it hurt Daddy. Shove that big dick in me and show me how a real man fucks. Ram my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. Use it, use me. Fuck me.” He words became an erotic chant, a mantra of sorts, urging him to go balls deep.

He pulled her ass open and spit on it. She moaned out and waited but she didn’t have to wait for long. He lined up the head of his dick with her hole and started pushing in. It was a lot tighter than he had expected. He thought he was going to be able to shove the entire length in in one stroke. In reality, her hole gripped him tighter than any ass he’d been in before, female or shemale.

Chantal braced her arms on the headboard and looked back. “What’s that matter, this pussy too much for you?”

That was all he needed. He pulled back, pulling out until just the head was still inside her, and rammed himself deep in her. Chantal let out a sexy moan and said, “YESSSS, more.” He built up a steady pace, pounding her, working it from side to side, deeper with each stroke. He was spanking her bubble butt hard and gripped her hips so tightly he left imprints in her skin from his nails digging into her flesh. Harder . . . he fucked. Harder still . . . she fucked back, grinding on his dick and doing magic with her pussy. He was sweating, his manly smell covering her perfume.

“Oh shit, I’m going to cum.” Chantal took that as her clue and turned around and dove for his dick with her mouth. “Damn girl, look at you, you are so fucking nasty. Suck it, suck my . . . oh shit . . . fuck . . . damn, I’m going to bust my creamy nut all in your mouth. Here it . . . agrhhhh.”

Chantal moved back enough to get every blast on her tongue. She showed it to him just before she swallowed it. Tony collapsed on the bed and was asleep within a minute. He awoke under the covers in the morning with Chantal fully dressed and looking magnificent again. She kissed him on the forehead. “Hey, I’ve got to get going, I have a lot to do this weekend and I need to get a head start on my errands.”

He reached up and held her hand. “Don’t go,” he said in his sleepy voice, “I want you to stay so we can do it again. This time I don’t want it to be nasty. Let me make love to you.” He pulled back the covers and showed her his morning wood. She tried to pull away but she was mesmerized by the beauty of his body and his throbbing erection that called out to be licked and sucked some more. “I had a wonderful time last night but let me show you the other side of me. I’m only here for a couple more days. It’s be a shame to waste any of that time. Let me satisfy you.” Her protests were quickly quieted as she climbed in bed with him and snuggled her naked body next to his.

Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy.

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

Chapter 9 – Wednesday, June 11th

I woke to the sun shining in the window; the clouds of yesterday were gone. The room was filled with the orange light of early morning when I sat up and noted that it was 8:15 a.m., an ungodly hour for me when I wasn’t working. Strangely, I felt full of energy and seemingly wide-awake.

The morning process of showering and a close shave followed by makeup was feeling more like a routine as I finished up and stepped back into my room around nine. I slipped into my clean and wrinkle free pink and white uniform, the pressed surface pleasing to the eye as I admired the confident looking woman in the mirror facing me. Today I was feeling a little sassy so I dug out a pair of off-white pumps with three-inch heels and slid inside them with a shiver. I put in my earnings and slipped on the few rings and the one bracelet I owned. It might have been a little over the top for the humble maid I saw before me but I didn’t care, feeling a larger sense of pride today. I liked what I saw in the mirror, not simply my physical appearance. The twinkle in my eye faded for a moment when doubts began to creep into my reflection.

I was clearly happy about how the day ended yesterday and despite Christa being visibly turned on by the events, I was hesitant that after sleeping on it she may not be as keen on what had transpired between me and two of her closest friends. I wasn’t disregarding Julie or Terry’s feelings totally but they were leaving later today and it was my wife who was my primary concern now. Despite my apprehension, it wasn’t going to accomplish anything by continuing to stall and remain in my room. One deep breath and I was out the door and into the hallway.

The house was silent but I could hear the sound of running water and knew that someone was already up and getting ready for the day. All three bedroom doors were closed so I couldn’t tell who was up, who was still in bed and who the heck was where. For having had the week off, I felt horribly out of touch on just what the hell had transpired around here. Even this thought seemed humorous to me today.

“C’est la vie!” I commented, heading for the kitchen.

I hadn’t spent this much time in her since we moved in. Today, I decided, I was going to do it up right. Eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes, hot syrup and toast with butter and jam. I started the coffee brewing and poured myself a glass of orange juice feeling dehydrated. OJ didn’t agree with me but it was ice cold and delicious. I was whipping up the batter for the cakes when I heard an exchange of words followed by hearty giggling and laughter. I couldn’t tell who it was but hoped Christa was part of it. Much to my relief, I saw the pair of women step into the livingroom and stroll my way, clearly appearing happy this morning. I watched them long enough to make sure their mood wasn’t a trick of the light before turning back to my chores. The griddle had just reached temperature and the first set of toast popped when they walked up and sat down across from me, looking cleansed and refreshed and each wearing silky looking robes.

“Good morning.” I said, greeting them when they sat down. I set a tall glass of the orange juice in front of Christa and stood there obediently, waiting to take their order.

“Good morning Stacy.” They both said at once, finding the coincidence particularly funny.

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into them but I liked it until the thought of the master bedroom strewn with illegal narcotics flashed into my mind. After the way this week had gone I wasn’t counting anything out but hoped I was wrong. When Christa turned towards me and looked up from the barstool I was looking for any signs that her and Julie were buzzed on something. Not being particular adept at the symptoms I don’t know that I would have recognized the signs if they were there, short of a crack pipe sticking out of the breast pocket yenibosna escort of her robe.

I checked and was relieved to see the pocket empty! Her eyes looked tired but the twinkle was still there.

“What do we have on the menu today?” my wife asked.

“You are in for a real treat this morning ladies.” I said, running down the proposed menu that they found more than satisfactory.

“Coffee please.” Julie ordered with a smile. “And a plate full of everything!”

Christa nodded at the request and I set to work multitasking the best to my ability. The toaster was toasting and the griddle popping, its hot surface laden with a multitude of items. Buttered toast with jelly, pancakes with maple or berry syrup, sausage, bacon, eggs and even french toast with cinnamon. They took their time savoring the food but it was clear that their appetites were full this morning. Julie motioned for a second cup of coffee, black, as they continued to fill their faces while trying to carry on an animated conversation. It was good to see them in such a good mood, I thought to myself as I continued to cook to order and silently enjoyed their camaraderie.

Everyone in fact seemed to be in a great mood this morning when Terry entered the room wearing sweats and a T-shirt. They exchanged their good mornings while he sat down at the third and last barstool. He looked up when I set a steaming cup of java in front of him and smiled.

“Morning Stacy. How are you today?” he asked, his voice still husky from sleeping.

“Fine sir. Thank you for asking.” I replied. “What can I make for you this morning?”

“Scrambled eggs?” He took a swig of his coffee. “And buttered toast would be great.”

I nodded and went to work as he nibbled on some bacon. The girls were still at it, continuing to eat breakfast between hurried comments and questions to each other. I was buttering his toast as the eggs finished up on the griddle, neither he nor I having anything to say that could remotely compete with the animated girl talk going on between them. Terry was normally a quiet person, I noticed, and really spoke up only if directly questioned or a lull in conversation made him uneasy. I was faithfully upholding my subservient role only speaking if spoken to or if I had a question. The pair was easily making up for the both of us.

I scooped his scrambled eggs on a plate, added his buttered toast and set it in front of him just as Julie and Christa were finishing up.

“Anything else?” I inquired.

“No thank you.” Julie replied, half a mouthful of toast still being worked on.

“Me neither.” Christa said pushing her plate away.

I cleared both to the sink, topped off Julie’s coffee cup and asked Christa if she wanted more juice.

“Please.”

I topped off her glass and my own before returning the container to the fridge.

“I’m sorry Stacy.” She said. “Go ahead and fix yourself breakfast. Don’t mind us.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

Julie and Christa were still picking at the bacon and a half-filled plate of toast so I snatched some extra crispy bacon from the griddle and chopped it up into small bits adding it to the pancake batter with a healthy helping of maple syrup ready to make my own breakfast. A spot of oil and the silver dollar pancakes were underway, the satisfying sizzle sounded perfect to my grumbling stomach. Keeping a tight eye on them I looked up and could see Julie staring at me, the conversation halted for a moment.

“She likes to make them that way.” Christa explained with a smirk and a wink as she took another long pull on her orange juice.

“Would you like one Ms. Jackson? I asked.

“Just one.” She responded, curious enough to poke down one more.

“Ma’am?” I asked Christa, knowing she had tried them but preferred them plain vanilla.

“No thank you.”

“Sir?”

Terry held up a hand indicating he wasn’t interested, still working on a full mouth of eggs. I flipped the cakes for a second time and slid one onto a fresh plate, presenting it to Julie who was again engrossed in conversation.

“Thanks.” She said, starting to reach for the syrup. “Am I supposed eat it plain?”

“No ma’am. You can eat it anyway you want.” I chuckled, selecting the blackberry syrup for my own plate. I dug into my breakfast feeling my own appetite growing.

Terry had finished up and I cleared his plate. The girls, it appeared, had finally given up. Breakfast in the Miller household was winding down. Without having to converse I was free to dine at a quickened pace as long as it fell within etiquette guidelines considering I wasn’t alone in the kitchen. I refilled my plate with more pancakes but even now they were losing their special edge. They were still good, don’t get me wrong, but fresh off the griddle was best. I tossed on a sausage patty with the syrup and dug in again, noting for the first time that the conversation was starting to lag as kayaşehir escort Terry began filling in the lull with a comment here or there. The high carb, high protein breakfast was beginning to weigh on the girls who appeared less energetic than they had earlier.

I topped off two coffee cups but was waved off on more juice. With everyone’s appetite satiated for the time being I cleared the counter, unplugged the griddle and began to load what I could in the dishwasher. I wrapped up the leftovers and went to work on the larger items as the trio disappeared into the greatroom, their conversation still apparent but not nearly as animated as before.

A few minutes later, as I wrestled the cooling griddle into the sink, Christa, Julie and Terry came out of the greatroom and crossed back towards the bedrooms. From my angle I could only see Terry walk into his room, alone, pushing the door halfway shut behind him.

I turned back to the cleaning and worked the washcloth into every nook and cranny wishing I could use the scouring pad on the teflon surface. As it was, the batter and grease came loose easy enough and within a minutes time it too was stacked on the drainer to dry. I snatched up the towel to dry my hands when I felt someone coming back towards the kitchen. It was Christa standing there alone, adorned in one of her bikinis. She had several in fact, but this was the first time she wore this particular model, a stunning electric blue model that shocked me when I looked her way. She was a confident woman but on the rare occasions when we visited friends or were out of town together when the hotel had a pool she could never bring herself to wear it. We had talked about having a pool put in but we had pushed it off again until next summer. The small swimsuit had two small, triangular cuts of fabric held onto her chest with a tie around her neck and a second around her back. The same material stretched across her crotch with a narrowed band rising in the back, two thin ties came together on her hips to hold it in place. She was checking out the fit while I was checking out the entire package, her heaving chest having its way with the revealing outfit. I tried to pull my eyes away from her body knowing she would look up and catch me if I didn’t.

“Ready?” Came Julie’s voice from around the corner. The sudden interruption jerked my attention free as Christa turned at her approach. She stepped into view, her blond hair flying around her shoulders. Her suit, also a two piece was emerald green in color with a halter top that help distribute the weight of her larger chest while the bottom had a less revealing cut.

“Yup. One minute.” Christa replied walking into the kitchen. In my heels I finally had her by a few inches. She stepped up close to me and turned around.

“Can you tighten this up?” she asked, motioning to the tie across her back.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied, untying it while she held everything in place. From my vantagepoint I couldn’t help but notice the sweeping curve of her feminine form as it swept down her back and out over her stunning ass, revealed in perfect form by the bathing suit. “How’s that?”

She released her hands from her chest letting the poor things loose they jiggled just a little as they settled into place.

“Great. Thanks. Now I’m ready.” She said to Julie. She took one of our walkie-talkies out of the junk drawer in the kitchen and switched it on; verifying that channel three appeared on the small, digital display. She took out the second and did the same, handing it to me when she was satisfied.

“Lisa and Roger were nice enough to offer us the use of their pool so we’ll be next door. If we need you we’ll call. Please strip the beds again while we’re gone.”

With that, the two girls joined up with Terry in the livingroom before making their way outside, across the patio and over to the neighbors. I rushed to the greatroom and took a quick look through a narrow slit in the blinds. They were still milling around on the deck, testing the water, when Terry jumped into the deep end. The girls chose to enter down the steps into the luke-warm water instead.

From the window and due to a slight drop from our yard to next door I could see the deck and the three as they swam about in the peanut shaped pool. The water was sparkling under the midday sunshine.

I was erect yet again and tempted to please myself based on my memory of their time in the kitchen but opted to use the time to work on my current chore. I rushed to the bedrooms, ignoring mine again and stripped the bed in record time wanting to get back to my voyeurism in case anything happened. The master bedroom sheets looked the worse for wear and I wondered what on there had come from me during our group romp the previous night. In the daylight, the magic of the room seemed to have lost its aura as though it had all been a dream. The sheets clearly showed that something dramatic had happened bomonti escort here not too long ago. I wadded up the linens and headed for the basement, carefully navigating the stairs in my higher than normal heels.

With the laundry in and spinning I dashed as quickly as possible back to the greatroom to see what I was missing. I had made it back to the kitchen when I heard the walkie-talkie start to crackle, its solid body bouncing against my groin as I walked.

“Breaker breaker channel 3. Come in Stacy. You got your ears on darlin’?” Christa’s voice sprung forth with a twang. I could hear laughter in the background before she let off the transmit button.

I snatched my walkie-talkie from the pocket of my apron and tried to answer back in a feminine voice knowing this was being transmitted out over the open airwaves.

“Yes ma’am?”

“It’s awfully hot out here. Can you bring us two iced teas?”

“Would Mr. Williams like anything?” I asked, not realizing the faux pas I could have made with such an assumption.

I could hear Christa and Julie laughing on the other end until they came under control and my wife continued.

“He’ll take a beer. Thank you.”

“I’ll be right out.”

I was in the fridge when the walkie-talkie squawked again.

“And move your ass bitch!”

Say what? I was tempted to reply but thought better of it. If it wasn’t Terry that meant someone else was in close so I didn’t want to get them pissed off. I’ll just play the silent card and let them move on and find something else to do. We’d switch channels when I take out the drinks.

“And chips ho’. We want chips too!” came another voice, Hispanic accent clear through the speaker.

“That definitely wasn’t Terry.” I commented to the tray of drinks in my hand.

“Yeah. Chips sound good.”

Oh God. That was Christa getting in on the act now. Chips. They want chips. I set the tray down on the counter, found a brightly colored plastic bowl and dished out some blue corn chips. I knew what was coming next so I shoveled out a small bowl of hot salsa to go with it and added it to the full tray, heading out the back door and stepping carefully across the lawn so my pointed heels wouldn’t penetrate the lawn.

I was stepping onto the patio and nearing the pool when I snuck up behind Julie, walkie-talkie in hand.

“And some salsa please?” she said, barely getting it out before I stepped up to the edge of the pool.

“And here’s your order ladies.” I said, setting down the tea, chips and salsa. They were sitting on the steps relaxing as Terry did short laps.

“Where you like your beer sir?” I asked when he neared my end of the pool. He stopped for a minute and looked as though he was seriously pondering it.

“Right there on the patio is fine. Thanks Stacy.”

I set the beer down on the concrete and turned again to the ladies who were back into their conversation and drinks, Christa slowly running her fingers through Julie’s hair as they talked. They were sitting close to one another, their long legs intertwined under the sparkling water. It was then that I noticed Lisa and Roger’s other neighbor was out in their own yard, taking an active interest in me as I stood out in the open in my uniform. She was down on her knees in the dirt pulling weeds, having lost interest in the swimmers who were low out of sight but I could tell she was scrutinizing me as I stood poolside, my bright pink outfit glowing in the sunshine.

I was feeling awkward and ready to run as Mildred continued to study me from under her shade tree.

“Will you be needing anything else ma’am?” I asked, eager to move on.

“No thank you Stacy. That’s it for now. We’ll call if we need anything.”

I nodded slightly although only Mildred was looking in our direction and walked across the patio, onto the lawn and back inside our house. After shutting the screen door I moved back over to the window and peered out again. Terry was still doing his thing while the girls stayed on the steps sitting impossibly close. Christa was still petting her friend and from the looks of it things might have been going on underwater but I couldn’t tell.

Peeping out the window at my wife and her friends, my own hand slid up under my uniform and down my hose and panties. The view hadn’t changed and was inconclusive but that didn’t stop my mind from slipping into overdrive just pondering the possibilities, real or imagined, of what was going on under the water.

The washer finished its spin cycle downstairs and slowed to a halt done with its assigned task. I pondered the view which was rather boring by comparison to what I had seen during the week and decided despite the stiff cock in my hand I would hedge my bets, move the laundry over to the dryer and hope that nothing else would happen while I was gone. While charging down the basement stairs I was trying to think of an excuse to mosey on over after changing the loads when the walkie-talkie sprung to life again. Maybe I wouldn’t need an excuse and I was really looking forward to being a good and dutiful maid!

I pulled my upper body out of the dryer and withdrew the small electronic device from my pocket.

“I’m sorry?” I said apologetically. “I’m in the basement and didn’t hear that.”

“ . . . nother Beer Stac. . .”

I knocked on the door then entered as instructed. As I enter the apartment I lock the door behind me and begin to strip naked as I have been trained to do.

Once I am naked I crawl from the entry way to the living room where I see Sandy standing and waiting for me.

Sandy is my TV master/owner, she is 6’1″ (6’4″ with heels) thin and muscular with a tall lanky thin swimmers body with a long black wig. She’s wearing black stiletto heels, a black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, black see-through top and black bra. I crawled to her and I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties by the bulge under her skirt. I knew exactly what to do, I lifted up her skirt and took her hard 7″ cock into my mouth. I immediately took it all in my mouth getting her cock nice and wet. I slid my tongue along the bottom of her throbbing cock as I used my lips to apply a good bit of suck, especially along the bulb of her cocks head, just the way she liked it. As Sandy grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me I heard a voice from the couch behind us say, “You are right Sandy, he is an eager cock sucker.”

Who was there, I couldn’t see the couch as I crawled into the room. There had never been anyone present for our other sessions.

Sandy then ordered me to stop sucking and to start to lick clean her heels and raise my naked ass to the stranger. I paid no attention to the voice and did what I was told, as Sandy had trained me.

Sandy asked the stranger if he liked what he saw.

“Damn nice. And you’ve been training him for how long?”

“Three months.” Sandy said.

“Thats enough” Sandy ordered me, “Now go welcome our guest Rick and suck his cock.”

I was taken back and a little surprised, but did as I was ordered, so I crawled over to the tall heavy set man on the couch who stood up started to unbuttoned his pants and said “Come get this.”

As I got to him he had stepped out of his pants and I saw a bear of a man. He had a smaller dick than Sandy, maybe 6 inches but much thicker.

I immediately took his cock into my mouth and he placed his hands on my head and directed my head back and forth. He tasted different than Sandy, much more manly. Up until now Sandy had been the only cock I’d sucked.

After a couple of minutes Sandy said, “Now get your ass into the bathroom.”

I crawled down the hall into the bathroom to do my customary preparation. What once seemed to be a chore and a struggle now came natural.

First bahçelievler escort I would shower with a nice floral body wash, making sure to clean my by now rock hard cock and shave my legs, body and face.

Next was my enema, Sandy insisted I be clean. She wouldn’t fuck me if I wasn’t clean and damn did she know how to fuck. Our first session lasted over an hour and was my virgin ass ever sore. I was sore for the next week, but it was a proud sore as I was in pain with a smile on my face and no one knew why.

After I was out of the shower I found the wardrobe Sandy had picked out for me, a tattered blue jean skirt, silver tube top, rubber breast implants, black thigh-highs and a blond bob styled wig.

Lastly was my makeup, red lipstick, base, eyeliner and eye shadow.

After applying makeup getting dressed and applying I looked in the mirror I saw a CD slut. Not a beautiful woman, but a true horny CD slut. I am a 33 year old man, 5’11” 195 muscular with masculine feature, but when I was dressed I was all woman on the inside.

When I was finished and ready I crawled back into the living room, not sure what to expect.

As soon as I got to the living room Sandy said, “This is Pleasure and for $50 and shes yours for the hour.”

What? I thought as I froze for a second.

“Thats a deal after our test drive” Rick said.

“Bedrooms the last room on the left,” Sandy said.

“Get up and get your ass into the bedroom you slut”

What the hell was going on was all I could think about. I’d never been with anyone before, we had never discussed this before, and for $50!!! What was happening.

Just then Sandy ran her foot between my ass cheeks and said, “Get in there Pleasure.”

With that I was almost hypnotized, Sandy “owned” me and she knew it. I would do anything she asked and I cant explain why, she was a drug.

So off I went, off to the unknown world of a $50 whore.

When I got to the bedroom I had no idea what to expect, what would he want, what had Sandy told Rick. Would he use the cage or the ankle and wrist straps or who knows what else Sandy had in her closet.

Rick said “Spread your legs and show me your ass.”

So I placed my hands on the bed spread my legs and raised my exposed ass to him. I could not hide my rock hard cock nor did I want to hide it. I was starting to enjoy this unknown. Rick ran his florya escort hands up my thigh-high up my ass and then between my legs. Squeezing my cock and saying, “Damn thats nice, too bad you wont be using it tonight”

I almost lost my load then and there with his squeezes, Rick was in charge and I wanted it that way.

Rick got undressed and got on the bed. He was 5’9″ about 200 with a pot belly and like I said a real bear.

I crawled up between his cock and dug in. I picked up where I left off earlier in the living room. Rick clearly liked what I was doing as I could tell from his moans and the way he was driving my head onto his cock with his hands.

I took all of his thick fat cock and rode it up and down for about ten minutes when he said, “Get on your back.”

As I lay on my back I look down and see my perky breasts under the silver tank top and my hard cock popping out from under the jean skirt.

Rick climbs on top of me sliding his dick into my open and waiting mouth. His hairy manly thighs, and stomach thrusting down on my face. I struggle to take him and still breath, after a minute I get the hang of it and we get into a real groove for the next five minutes or so with him thrusting his cock down my throat as I open and close my lips to welcome his manly cock into my mouth.

“Suck hard bitch,” is all he says as he gives my one long hard thrust that almost makes me gag as my mouth is then filled with a big, hot, thick load of his cum. Its thicker and sweeter than Sandy’s cum, now that I have something to compare to.

I wanted more of it, I sucked the head of Rick as he slid off me.

“That was hot, now go get me a beer, we still have over a half hour” Rick told me.

I went to the kitchen to get a beer and before I could say anything Sandy said, “If you say a word and don’t get back in there I’m taking it out on you ass.”

So I quickly grabbed a beer, flashed Sandy a big smile and went back to the bedroom.

Rick was standing next to the bed and playing with his now soft cock.

“Thanks for the beer, now get to work on this,” I’m instructed as Rick sits on the bed.

So I grad some lotion warm it on my hands and slowly start to massage and bring life back to his thick manhood that I can still taste in my throat. I don’t want to drink anything, I want to savor my first manly cum.

Once Rick is ready to go again he orders me bayrampaşa escort on my back slides up between my legs and starts to inspect my tight but wanting cunt. He takes some lotion and starts to finger me a little bit. He then grabs a condom slides it on and slaps a little a little more around my cunt. I’m ready and waiting for what comes next. I’m still very tight but cant wait for this man, a real man to have my ass.

He doesn’t waste time as he says, “I want your tight ass now bitch.”

“Bitch?” Doesn’t he remember my name is Pleasure, is all I can think about as I’m about to get fucked.

He then takes his cock slides the head against my tight cunt and starts to slam it in as hard and as far as he can. I’m so worked up and horny for it, I don’t feel the pain but I’m just too tight. He rubs a little more lube rubs it on his cock lifts my legs up and apart and slides it back in.

I take him all as deep as he will go. I feel his cock stretching me in ways Sandy doesn’t.

I feel him go in and out hard deep thrusts then holding for a second before pulling back, the feelings of pleasure are running all through my body.

I look up at Rick and see a smile on his face and he says, “Sandy’s right, you are a tight little slut.”

How much had she shared about me? And to who else? I didn’t have time to think of this as Rick started to speed up the thrusts. I could feel his balls and his against me as he pounded me and was slapping my ass. We really started to get a rhythm going. I was holding my legs open as wide as I could to give him all of my cunt. I was moaning from pleasure, he was sweating and pounding me harder. I was hoping he wasn’t about to cum soon. I didn’t want this to end. We had only been fucking for 10-15 minutes and I wanted more, I found an unquenchable appetite for cock and sex. It was not to be though, very soon after that Rick asked me where I wanted it.

Where did I want it? Sandy never asked me that. I couldn’t think, all I said was, “I don’t care.”

Rick pulled out, tore off the condom and said, “Taste this bitch.”

He then shot his hot load all over my face and mouth, I tried to catch some and licked up what I could. He then said, “Don’t move,” and yelled for Sandy.

Sandy entered the room with a digital camera and said, “Smile Pleasure, I wanted to catch your first whoring for posterity.”

She then took several pics of my lipstick and cum stained lips and face. I was a cum filled mess and I didn’t care. I was sold as a $50 whore and I didn’t care. I had my first taste of manly cum and couldn’t get enough.

Sandy said, “Go clean yourself up, I’m not done with you.”

Am I glad there was more, I was so hot and horny I couldn’t wait. But first I needed to get cleaned up for Sandy my owner and now pimp.

Chapter Seven — A Change of Management

May 1986

Detective Sergeant Archie Sanders and Detective Sandra Tingle ate breakfast together in the restaurant at the Holiday Inn. They had slept in their own rooms. It was a rule they had, regardless of how late they stayed up making love they always returned to their own rooms to sleep. It was as much about propriety as it was to establish an agreed boundary. If they just shared a bed now and then, then their relationship was just sex; if they slept together overnight it implied a commitment that neither of them wanted to acknowledge, certainly Sandra didn’t.

“I spoke with Glenda this morning,” Archie commented over bacon and eggs.

Archie was referring to Chief Superintendent Glenda Savage, their boss.

“She sent a notification team around to Charles Ward’s parents, Reginald and Penelope Ward. They will conduct a formal identification this morning.”

“Sarah Pheffington also advised me that the coroner conducted the autopsy on Charlotte Ward overnight; amazing the service you get when the deceased family comes from money and moves in the right social circles.”

“I think we should divide and conquer today. You take the car and go down to London and interview Reginald and Penelope Ward and pick up the autopsy report and I’ll continue to interview people here,” he emphasised each point by pointing a sausage at Sandra.

Sandra was in her work clothes consisting of a brown skirt-suit, thick black tights and low heels. She wore only a little makeup and had her hair pulled back in a bun. Archie still thought she looked beautiful.

“Do you mind not pointing that sausage at me please Sergeant,” Sandra stirred her tea.

“You didn’t mind me pointing my sausage at you last night,” he grinned at her.

Sandra kicked him under the table and gave him a stern look.

“Sarah ran me through some of her findings and a brief on the autopsy,” Archie continued.

“Charlotte Ward had been sexually active right up until her death. She had motile semen in her anus and both fresh and stale semen on her underwear and on her skin. In fact she had so much semen on her and in her that Sarah thinks it’s unlikely to be of any use forensically because of cross contamination,” Archie read from his notebook.

“Christ Archie; how many men had she been with?” Sandra put down the slice of toast she was about to eat.

“It’s hard to say; but a lot. Her anus was dilated and bruised but there was no tearing so the coroner is ruling out rape at this time; there were also no defensive wounds or cuts and contusions on her body other than the marks we saw on her neck. The good news is that scrapings from under her fingernails produced skin samples which are currently being examined to get a blood type. She had ejaculated into her underwear numerous times during the evening preceding her death. Cause of death was asphyxiation and there is evidence of strangulation but her larynx, hyoid and other bones in the neck were not damaged. In short, she was suffocated,” Archie quoted from his notes.

“And there are fingerprints… lots of fingerprints in the cottage and around her body, especially on the bed. I’m going to take fingerprints from everyone we interview and I’m definitely taking them from Robert Fellows,” Archie looked up from his notes.

“He said if we want to interview him again he’s going have a solicitor with him,” Sandra replied.

“As you know, provided we have ‘reasonable suspicion’ we can fingerprint him without a warrant and if he refuses I’ll take him into custody and get them anyway. I’m sure his brief will advise him give us the prints,” Archie drained his tea.

“OK. If you’ve finished you can drop me at the college and head off to London. Leave me the brick and the crime scene kit,” Archie was referring to clunky mobile phone and the small case that contained evidence collection material.

At Chelmsford College Archie found Mrs Frobisher and gave her a list of people who he wanted to interview.

“I’d like to start with William Larkin,” Archie tried hard not to stare at Mrs Frobisher’s ample bosom while she sat at her desk rifling through timetables.

“William doesn’t have any classes this morning. You will likely find him in his dorm,” Mrs Frobisher looked up at Archie and smiled when he looked away guiltily.

She stood up and came around from behind her desk. She was once again wearing a tight skirt and jacketed business suit that drew attention to her long legs and buxom figure, as did her stiletto heels, red hair and milky-white skin. The skirt had a kick-pleat in the side that showed an expanse of silken-sheathed thigh.

She strode over to a wall map of the college and Archie followed. She stood uncomfortably close to him and he could smell her perfume. He remembered what Sandra had said about her being ‘wank fodder’ for the student body.

“Here,” Mrs Frobisher pointed an elegant manicured red-painted fingernail at the map.

“William Larkin’s dormitory. levent escort He moved into a single last term, he must have come into some money to be able to afford it,” she tapped her fingernail on the map.

“Where can I leave this?” Archie pointed at the bulky cellular phone and his evidence collection case.

“How long are you and your pretty lady assistant going to be here?” Mrs Frobisher asked.

“My pretty lady assistant is Detective Constable Tingle of the Metropolitan Police and she would be a little miffed to be described as my assistant,” Archie grinned.

“And does she?” Mrs Frobisher chewed a nail seductively.

“Does she what?” Archie asked.

“Does she tingle?” she sucked on her finger.

“We’re going to be at the college today and tomorrow and possibly next week; as long as the investigation takes,” Archie ignored the double entendre and stepped away from Mrs Frobisher a little.

“Through here is an anteroom you can use while you’re here,” Mrs Frobisher stopped flirting and led Archie over to a door leading into a small wood-panelled room.

Archie left his gear in the anteroom and made his way over to the dormitory and located William Larkin’s room. He knocked on the door. Given the bizarre series of events that had occurred recently when a pretty young woman answered the door to William Larkin’s room Archie was not really taken aback.

He held up his warrant card and introduced himself. The woman looked a little surprised but regained her composure and invited Archie into the room.

“I’m Wendy Larkin also known as William Larkin,” she said.

Now it made sense to Archie, she was the girl that Robert Fellows had described as Bendy Wendy.

“Two things. One… you don’t seem surprised to find me dressed enfemme and two… what do you want?” Wendy waved at a small armchair and indicated for Archie to sit.

Her room was not as opulent as Charlotte’s or Robert Fellows’, there was just enough room for the single bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair and the armchair that Archie was sitting in. It did have an ensuite bathroom however.

Wendy sat herself on the chair next to the desk, her legs were open a little; very unladylike. She was wearing a denim miniskirt, red satin blouse, tan hosiery and black high heels. She was also wearing a blonde wig and heavy makeup, not exactly daywear.

“I’m not surprised to find you dressed enfemme, because you are the second transvestite I have seen on this campus in two days, although it seems a little early in the day to dressed as you are,” Archie answered Wendy’s first question.

“Really?” Wendy looked a little surprised.

“And to answer your second question, I am investigating the death of Charles Ward otherwise known as Charlotte Ward,” Archie explained.

Wendy paled and she stated to tremble.

“Charlotte? You know about the cottage?” Wendy said shakily.

Archie thought it was a strange response.

“Oh my god! Charlotte! What happened to her?” Wendy began to cry.

“I can’t tell you the details, but I can tell you that she was found dead early yesterday morning by the college’s groundkeeper,” Archie offered Wendy a cigarette and took one for himself; he’d noticed the overflowing ashtray on the desk.

“Quinn?” Wendy whispered.

Archie consulted his notebook.

“Douglas Quinn yes,” he leaned forward to light Wendy’s cigarette.

“So you and Charlotte were close?” Archie began questioning her.

Wendy gave Archie a potted history of their past, leaving out the details that she thought particularly unsavoury. When she came to the part about them acquiring use of the cottage they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Wendy checked her watch and blushed.

“Excuse me a minute,” Wendy went to the door, had a hushed conversation and then closed the door.

“That was my ten o’clock,” Wendy said demurely.

It took Archie a few seconds to realise what Wendy meant and then it dawned on him and it explained why Wendy was dressed as she was so early in the day.

“I thought you did business out of the cottage; that’s what the evidence would suggest,” Archie said.

“I was working out of this room until Charlotte took over. Then we moved to the cottage. We became organised, set up a roster, made up tart cards to advertise, we even opened a bar. Although it was a dump, we advertised it as a gentleman’s club and called it ‘One For The Team’. Charlotte thought the name was funny; it had significance for her,” Wendy related.

“You said Charlotte took over?” Archie leaned forward a little, encouraging Wendy to speak.

“Charlotte needed money so she could undertake gender reassignment surgery. She knew her family was going to disown her when they found out her intent to live her life as a woman. She became fixated on the idea, especially after she and Robert broke up. You could say that I was being pimped out by Wayne Jenkins and Steven Belfour-Brown sarıyer escort and then Charlotte came up with the idea for the cottage. She usurped them I suppose. They were not happy about it but like I said Charlotte needed the money.”

“You say ‘we’ moved to the cottage and became organised; who is ‘we’?” Archie asked.

“Charlotte, myself and two girls Charlotte had me recruit, Pamela and Janet,” Wendy gave Archie the male names for Pamela and Janet Lowe so that he could interview them later.

“So Charlotte and Robert had more than just a casual relationship?”

“Ha! They were full on lovers, they practically lived together. They even took a holiday together,” Wendy lit another cigarette.

“Charles and Robert took a holiday together?” Archie asked.

“No! You don’t get it do you? I’m Wendy and she is Charlotte. When Charlotte and Wendy are present Charles and William no longer exist. The men who admire us never want to see us in our male persona and they have no interest in our male counterparts.”

“Charlotte and Robert went on holiday together,” Wendy slapped the table to emphasise the point.

“Let’s go back to Charlotte taking over as you call it; tell me more about that,” Archie settled into his seat.

May 1985

Peter and James Lowe were twins and scholarship students at Chelmsford Private College. They were both very artistic and were taking arts degrees and intended to specialise in fashion design. They were openly bisexual and presented as androgynous. They had been able to secure positions in the catering corps of the College’s Army Cadet Corps during their first year as lower housemen in order to avoid all the squad drill and bivouacs. They produced delicacies from the ‘camp kitchen’ which delighted the Corps and saved them from ridicule and bullying.

They were slim and athletic and William Larkin had played alongside them in the soccer team. They became attracted to William and they had a casual sexual relationship which continued when William started to present as Wendy.

They were the perfect candidates for what Wendy and Charlotte had planned. William invited them both to his dorm where he met them presenting as Wendy and laid out a proposition.

“I’ve always wanted to dress enfemme; you know I’m a total bottom,” Peter grinned.

“You look like a girl most of time anyway,” James sniped at his brother.

“Look… we make no secret of our sexuality, being called a fag or bender just bounces off us. But this is a serious proposition. First off, it’s illegal, second, if we get caught we will be expelled, and finally, I’m not sure I can pull off presenting as girl,” James continued.

“Ok I’ll be frank with you both. You’re both pretty effeminate anyway and I’ll teach you how to wear makeup. Also… you will only present yourselves in your female persona, no one is going to know who it is under the makeup and clothes and the reality is, the men don’t want to know,” Wendy countered.

“Charlotte has done some rough calculations and if her projections are correct, this is how much you will each be pulling in a week. Cash money, under the table, no one needs to know where you got it,” Wendy slid a slip of paper across the desk.

Peter and James studied the slip of paper for a few seconds, looked at each other and nodded.

“I want to be Pamela,” Peter grinned.

“And I want to be Janet. Where do we get our clothes, wigs and makeup?” James asked.

“Ok girls. Let’s start here,” Wendy opened her wardrobe door.

She had so many ensembles that she could have opened a ladies fashion boutique. Her male clothing was relegated to three clothes hangers and a single drawer.

“Now let’s get you stripped and get started,” Wendy smiled at the twins.

Charles had been busy cleaning out the cottage as best he could. He gave some money to Quinn to purchase bedding for the two bedrooms, purchase a TV, VCR and some pornographic video cassettes. Quinn wanted more than just money and Charlotte had to set aside her repugnance and christen one of the newly cleaned and freshly made up bedrooms by letting Quinn mount her.

Charlotte found that the more she distanced herself from Robert the more she hardened her heart. Sex became a commodity to be traded and although she could pretend to show affection and often obtained physical pleasure during the act, she felt no compassion or affection for those who used her body.

She and Wendy met Wayne Jenkins, Steven Belfour-Brown and Brian Nichol to secure a supply of beer and spirits for their ‘gentleman’s club’. After much deliberation Steven and Wayne were able to convince Brian to go along. The alcohol would be sold at a premium and the Bridge House welfare fund would benefit. Steven and Wayne had a vested interest; they imagined themselves as managers of the club-come-brothel and would be skimming the cream off the top.

When ‘One For The Team’ was nearly ready to open Charlotte invited maslak escort Wendy, Steven and Wayne to come down to the cottage and inspect it.

“You’ve done wonders with the place Charlotte,” Wendy cooed as she inspected the two bedrooms and the bathroom.

“It’s still a shithole but let’s face it, it’s a knocking shop. The customers are only going to be here long enough for a quick drink or two before they are serviced and on their way,” Steven Belfour-Brown patted the back of a battered lounge chair.

“Most of the money will be made in the bedrooms but we’ll still make a tidy profit on the booze. With the four of us girls sharing the load and working in pairs from six to midnight during the week and afternoons and evenings on weekends we should turn a nice profit,” Charlotte added.

“When do we get to see the other two girls?” Wayne asked, obviously keen to sample their wares.

“Pamela and Janet will be joining us later. I thought it might be nice for the original founders to inaugurate the bedrooms before we let the punters in,” Charlotte gave the two men a seductive smile.

Steven had poured them all drinks and he and Wayne sat down in the two lounge chairs and patted their knees. Charlotte perched on Steven’s knee and Wendy on Wayne’s. Both women were dressed only in negligées, bras, panties, stockings and high heels. Wendy was wearing her favourite blonde wig but Charlotte had just styled her pixie-cut into a feminine do.

The men talked about House business while lazily petting the two women who soon became bored. Charlotte changed the tone by leaning into Steven and kissing him; she squeezed his burgeoning erection and slid her tongue into his mouth. Wendy followed suit, kissing Wayne passionately and rubbing him through his jeans.

Steven lifted Charlotte from his lap and put down his drink. He led her to the first of the bedrooms and closed the door. Wendy went with Wayne into the other bedroom.

Steve held Charlotte out at arm’s length and studied her.

“You are beautiful. I really missed you when you stopped coming to the inner sanctum,” he whispered.

“I was so jealous of Robert keeping you all to himself,” he sighed.

“I so wanted to kiss you, to hold you against me, to feel your body, to fuck you,” he leaned in and kissed her.

“We had those silly rules about kissing and fucking. I don’t have a gay bone in my body but it doesn’t matter anyway because I only think of you as a woman,” he kissed her again and squeezed her buttocks through the layers of cool, sleek satin.

Charlotte remained silent and disengaged from him so he could get undressed. She helped him and when he went to the wardrobe to hang up his clothes she directed him to the chair in front of the dresser instead.

“Put them here. There are only enough hangers for the girls clothes in there, I’ll get some more brought down,” she helped him fold his jeans and shirt and put them over the chair.

“Can you get our drinks honey,” Charlotte kissed him and ran her featherlight fingers along his shaft.

Charlotte lay on the bed enjoying the feel and smell of the fresh clean bedding. She lay on her side seductively sucking on a finger allowing her negligée to ride up to show off her stocking-tops.

Wayne put the drinks on the nightstand and joined her on the bed. The windows were covered with tarpaper to ensure privacy but the room was illuminated with two bedlamps. The girls figured the punters would want to see what they were doing and with whom they were doing it.

Charlotte took a long pull on her drink and then lay back on the bed. Wayne began by kissing her and exploring her with his hands. He stroked her knees, delighting in the sensuous feel of her stockings and slowly made his way up her legs. He spent some time stroking the bare skin at the top of her thighs while he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Charlotte softly stroked his hard cock and massaged his scrotum, delighting when he gasped in her mouth and began to dribble pre-ejaculate.

She broke the kiss and rolled him onto his back and straddled him, ensuring his penis nestled in her panty-clad buttocks as she leaned down and kissed him. She could feel his manhood pressing into the crevice between her buttocks but she was not yet ready for him to fuck her.

Charlotte worked her face down Steven’s body using her tongue and her lips to excite him until she eventually arrived at his erect penis. She took him in her mouth and began to suckle his member, using her tongue, her teeth, and lips expertly on his phallus, backing off when she felt him getting close to extremis.

Steven pawed at her buttocks and thighs and she obligingly shifted so that she was straddling him head to toe so that she could fellate him while he caressed her buttocks and legs. She was hard in her knickers and dribbling pre-seminal fluid. Her panty-clad cock hovered inches from Steven’s face.

She smiled when she felt him touch her cock through her knickers and growled with satisfaction as he began to stroke it. She lapped at his cock to encourage him and was delightfully surprised when he took her in his mouth.

“I always wondered what it would be like,” Steven sniggered from between her legs.

Charlotte lowered her face back to his cock and began to earnestly suck on it.