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She came to visit while her foot was healing after a minor operation. We made sure she was comfortable and could hobble around easily enough. After the initial first day things started to get into a routine of breakfast, coffee, small chat, and then lunch, with the afternoons taken up with planned reading in the shade while enjoying the sunny California weather.
I made sure she noticed me looking at her breasts more than once deliberately and not saying anything but quickly looking away or changing the chat we had going. I knew from experience that women take things like that and will say something so long as it’s just an innocent accident. I always let women have their imagination get to them first. It may take a day or two, but you have to let it sink in for them. That way they imagine sexiness in their own way without a person having to come on to them. I made sure it was innocent or accidental and always a courteous compliment at most.
Waiting was the hard part with my own imagination always contemplating new ideas and rushing things. Having a strategy and keeping to it is the best way to overcome and conquer.
Having made sure through my tactics that she was getting my innocent looks or touches for a couple of days, I began the next part of my plan and test the waters with a quick chat of intimacy and how I have really appreciated her and trusted her with things I wouldn’t dare say before or outright in our lives. I didn’t do this with my wife around and always kept it innocent and nice. I wanted to see if hugs were closer or smiles had body language with them. Crossing and uncrossing legs, bayrampaşa escort jutting her breasts out more, anything that could tell me she might be thinking of sex or loving interludes.
After several days the next step after learning she was more at ease and her body giving off the same indication, I waited for a secure moment to outright touch her and make it known I always thought she was sexy and leave it go at that and continue on with doing whatever we were doing and ensuring we were having fun. I knew a break was coming when my wife had plans to be gone over the weekend for a Kraft Fair with a girl friend of hers.
When the day arrived for my wife to leave I felt it was time to implement my final plan; but I would have to wait until my sister went to bed that night. Finally night fell, and she said she was going to get ready for bed. I said the same and set about getting the house ready for the night. I got ready first and waited for her to come out of the bathroom and get a hug goodnight; but, this time I had some excuse to be in her room and she came in.
I made a lame excuse I couldn’t find something in the closet to show her so I said get in bed I’ll tuck you in and lock the door on my way out. I wanted her to be at ease. This she did and I made a quick kiss on her lips and a touch on her breasts and started to leave. I asked pointedly if she needed anything else and she quietly said no. I made it a big deal to sound like I locked her door; knowing if she got up it wouldn’t really lock. Then I waited. I took several Lavitras and left for my own room. I quietly beykoz escort started to listen in on her; judging when she was going to sleep or even masturbate, my plan was to start about shortly after she got into a deep sleep. I hadn’t made any plans about her touching herself before going to sleep. I waited, about 45 minutes later I could tell she was going into a deep sleep. I got naked and walked in slowly and tried not to wake her by surprise. I whispered to her and did a quick kiss. She started waking up and I said shh. I then told her nicely and kissing her quickly what I wanted. I made my demand known then.
I told her I loved her but I am not going to let her go back home without giving in to something I have always wanted from her and only she could let me have it nicely.
She was still waking when I said it. I want to suck your breasts before you leave and I want them now. I then kissed her nicely and said please with passion in it and told her I couldn’t love her any more than I do right now. She was relaxed and said okay, of which I then began to get her bra off while kissing her. She then hiked her nightie up enough for me to gently suckle each of her breasts. I made sure I kissed her again and again telling her how sexy she is and thanking her for this awesome memory that I can then live with forever. I also made sure I ran my hands around her ass any way. I waited to turn her on more and see what she would do or say. I made sure I demanded that while she was her visiting I would get to suck her breasts. When she relaxed more with me I then said I wanted to see her beyşehir escort naked even if it was dark, to which I quickly pulled her underpants, off. With her now totally vulnerable I moved to let her know how much she means to me. I didn’t bother with her pussy as I knew she was hot. I waited for just the right moment and moved up to nibble her ear and placed my leg between hers and quickly started the home run with my penis into her pussy which as wet. She began to get fearful and I said I will have all of you for a memory and more. As I thrust into her she wasn’t sure anymore; but I kept on making thrusts and with her pinned of a sorts under me I then told her my true self of possessing her. How jealous I was of other men getting to go where I was only now going. I said she was my secret goddess and I wanted her for a burning memory of beauty and sex in my mind for all time to come. I didn’t stop even once saying the nicest of things that any women would love to hear. I kept on with my fantasy lovingness with her. I didn’t want it to end; but I knew she was going to wear out. I stopped and waited beside her, holding her nicely, kissing in small amounts around her head and neck. I told her not to lock me out and unless she wanted to end my marriage then not to tell or give it away that we were now incestuous lovers. I told her I wanted to please her too, for which she said she didn’t care; but I wanted to lick her puss and downward I went, diving with my tongue into her. She squirmed and said no but I found her clit and gently stroked it. She calmed down and got into a rhythm and had an orgasm. I moved quickly to kiss her and make sure she would kiss with her pussy juices on my lips. I made sure we embraced with several good kisses and told her that before she leaves I was going to have several sensual interludes before she leaves to go back home.

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Jonah:- “Wha..Whe..Where am i”

The last thing he remembered was the fight between Lance and Lucifer, the searing pain he felt, the dagger sticking out of his chest and the extra pain he was been caused by someone attempting to pull it out, the look on celeste’s face as he stared into her beautiful eye’s, after that all’s he remembered was darkness, he was in the underworld stood in a dark field where he knew he would be doing nothing for eternity, he was in the fields of asphodel

Celeste:- “You’re in the infirmary, me and Aditi brought you here after he removed the dagger from you, it was touch and go for a while but the doctor was amazing and you pulled through, you’ve been out for the past two weeks”

Jonah:- “But i died, i was in the underworld in the fields of asphodel”

Celeste:- “Must of been a dream, you’re in the infirmary at camp”

Jonah:- “No it can’t of been, i died didn’t i”

He was becoming a little unsure, he could of sworn he had been killed by Lord Lucifer, could of sworn he was in the underworld where he was sentenced to eternity in the fields of asphodel

Celeste:- “Jonah i promise you that you never died”

Now that was a complete lie, Jonah had infact died and celeste had spent the past week searching for a way to bring him back, to raise him from the dead, she was completely unsuccesful in her quest and returned to camp after two weeks of been gone. a few days later celeste awoke from yet another nightmare, she woke sweating and terrified, knowing the best way to help her forget her nightmares bahçelievler escort and relax a little was to go for a quick walk she decided she would do it, it was still pretty early but she quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt as it seemed pretty warm out even though the time only showed 5am, she shoved on a pair of trainers and walked out of her cabin, a few minutes into the walk she was looking around when she noticed something on the ground in the distance, not knowing what it was she decided it was best to check it out, seeing it could be a threat she quietly made her way over to the object, no not object it was a person, as she got closer to the object she had realised it was a person laying on the ground, knowing full well they could be injured she ran the rest of the short distance but stopped dead in her tracks when she realised who that person was, laying on the ground a few short steps away was none other than Jonah, he was laying in the exact place he had died wearing the exact same clothes, Celeste was in complete shock but started running over to him, she reached him pretty quickly but soon noticed something was very wrong, he wasn’t moving, she needed help right away so she did the only thing she could do, she screamed as loud as she could for anyone to come and help her, upon hearing a scream for help campers from all cabins rushed out dressed in an assortment of pyjamas, dressing gowns and even a few in just their underwear all carrying an array of weapons, they all assumed the scream for help came bakırköy escort from a came from a camper who was been attacked, they were all prepared for a fight but most dropped their weapons when they noticed the real reason someone had screamed for help, laying on the floor with a girl kneeling over him was Jonah, Aditi was the last out and had to push his way through the crowd of people before he managed to reach Celeste, upon reaching her he looked down to see her kneeling over a body

Aditi:- “Jonah, that’s not possible, he died, he can’t be here”

Celeste looked up at Aditi, although her eye’s were red from crying they showed a hidden fire that Aditi could clearly see, he knew if he said anything else she would probably attack, knowing he didn’t want that he decided to ask the smartest question he could think of at the time

Aditi:- “Is he breathing, i mean is he alive”

Celeste:- “I..I..Don’t know”

She was almost on the verge of tears again, through everything she had forgotten to check if he even had a pulse, the most obvious thing to do and she had completely forgot about it, she was just so happy yet in complete shock about finding Jonah that the thought never occured to her, was he alive

Aditi:- “Quick, move aside, i’ll check”

He didn’t wait for Celeste to protest, he softly pulled her away from Jonah and knelt down over him, he grabbed his right arm and softly layed two fingers across his wrist, he felt what he only hoped was a very weak pulse, deciding it might not be enough he başakşehir escort layed one hand over his heart and felt for a heartbeat, all the camp just stared on as Aditi checked for a pulse or any sign of life, it seemed like a lifetime passed before Aditi stood up and moved to face everyone

Aditi:- “Get a doctor NOW!”

A few campers scrambled off running towards the infirmary, a few minutes later they had returned with the camp doctor, as soon as he saw the problem he ran back to the infirmary and returned just as quick with a medical kit and a stethoscope

Doctor:- “Everyone move, let me to him”

Everyone did as they were told and pretty soon the doctor was checking everything he could, examining every part of him to see if he could find the reason for him been like he was to some avail, nobody had seemed to notice the blood coming from his chest other than the doctor

Doctor:- “Anybody know what happened to him”

Aditi:- “He came back from the dead”

Doctor:- “He what, i’m not sure i can cure that but that wasn’t what i was wondering, just wondering because of all the blood”

Aditi/Celeste:- “What blood” they both asked in unison

Both looked down and noticed that where the knife had been removed the day jonah had died seemed to be spilling blood, it was as if the wound was fresh, as if the knife had just been pulled out of Jonah

Celeste:- “But that’s not possible, he was stabbed almost two weeks ago”

Doctor:- “Stabbed, why didn’t anybody tell me that, we need to get him to the infirmary right now”

Celeste:- “But it happened nearly two weeks ago, he died from it”

Doctor:- “Two minor problems with that, the first one is that he is alive, the second one is that the wound is fresh as if it’s just been done, now is anyone going to help me”

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The Observer

Gwen and Cassidy arrived pretty much as expected. I had laid out the wine and set up the bedroom the way it had been for the audition. The blinds were staggered to block out most of the light but still allowed for light and even a bit of a view of the lake. It was a pretty nice view and I would normally have been out on the deck reading or grading papers while enjoying a cold beer and watching the boaters. I tried to avoid boating on the weekends, the traffic and weekend warriors out for their skiing fix were too much of a risk. I had moved the nice reading chair to a position in the corner near the foot of the bed, I figured it would provide Cassidy a better view of what was going on.

Gwen came in and after looking over the room she smiled. I was wearing the red shorts today. She was once again wearing a pair of tight leggings and this time a sports bra, her midriff bare. I don’t care what the situation was, that ass in those leggings would have commanded my full attention anywhere.

“Okay, this is going to be a bit of a shock to Cassidy, but here we go!”

“Why a shock, you mean you haven’t told her?”

“Oh, I explained everything, but I left a few things out. It’s just a matter that she wasn’t sure who you are, and I don’t think she will be expecting you to be safely restrained. I’ve decided that I should probably restrain her as well. That way she won’t get in the way. And I thought about another thing you mentioned. We can work to keep this a bit more anonymous.”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?”

“Very easily!” She proceeded to fasten the restraints on me and then brought out a black stocking. Rather than putting it on, she rolled it over the top of my head. With a few adjustments, she had the thicker top part covering my hair and ears, while a thinner double layer covered my eyes. I found I could see pretty well through the layer of material, but it totally covered the top half of my face and my hair, even my ears, while leaving my mouth exposed and not blocking my nostrils.

“There, that gives you some aura of anonymity. If you can keep anything you say to a whisper, it will help. I have decided to gag you to start with, but we know that isn’t going to stay in place all afternoon. Anything else before I gag you and bring her in?”

“How about a pillow under my head, so I can see a bit better?”

Gwen took a pillow and made sure it was properly placed. She placed the ball gag in my mouth and securely fastened it. She then teased my cock with her fingernails for a minute or two, just to make sure it was fully erect, not a problem as I was anticipating what was to come. “Okay, it’s showtime!”

I heard two sets of footsteps coming back a minute later. I could see that Cassidy was wearing pretty much the same outfit her mother was. She was a bit smaller than her mother, but a very similar build. She was a soccer player and her legs and butt showed it. Her hair was longer and pulled into a loose ponytail. She was staring at me tied to the bed as Gwen sat her down in the chair and I heard the familiar velcro rip.

“I want you to focus on what is happening and not be distracted. Now hold still while I get your arms.” I could turn my head, but my own arm was blocking some of the view. Cassidy’s arms were fastened to the arms of the chair, based on the sounds, her feet probably were as well.

“Geez, mom! This is really making me uncomfortable!” Her voice was pretty similar to Gwen’s, but a bit softer and slightly higher pitch. Gwen’s had a sultry timbre to it that I liked.

“Uncomfortable as in emotionally scarring or is your body reacting to the stimulus?”

“Well, I’m getting pretty excited!” as she wiggled in the chair.

“Okay, that is perfectly natural. So let’s get to it! The first thing to realize is that it is pretty easy to tell whether a man is sexually excited. They have a very difficult time trying to conceal it. I’m sure you’ve noticed some of the boys in your classes waiting until the room has emptied before they go to leave, and are holding their backpack in front of them rather than throwing it over their shoulder. See what I mean?” I was serving as a good example, my cock was at ataşehir escort full size, creating a tent in the boxers. I was at full extent, each beat of my heart causing it to jiggle with excitement. A few more beats and it was going to pop right through the fly and into the open air.

Gwen flicked it lightly with her finger, just hard enough to cause me to yelp into the gag and my cock to slide out of the satin confines.

“I would say this is slightly larger than average, at least from my experience. And a guy doesn’t have a lot of control over his erections, something as simple as seeing the curve of a girl’s butt when she bends over a bit this is enough to get the younger set hard. Older guys are a little bit more jaded and don’t get unexpected hard ons as often. This is the sort of view you are likely to get from a first time with someone. You can see that it is hard and it is difficult to hide it, and it makes it difficult to walk. Guys often have to shift things around especially if it has gotten hard while in an awkward position, such as pointing down their leg.”

She moved my cock around as she demonstrated, which elicited a couple of good moans from me, partially because of the roughness in which she handled it and because any attention was good attention. She pulled my balls out of the fly into the air and proceeded to explain various aspects, such as their extreme sensitivity and how even a relatively light hit could cause a painful reaction that could put a stop to amourous activities. And then Gwen flicked my left nut really hard. I screamed as the pain rolled through my body, the gag hardly containing my howl. Any trace of a hard on that I had was gone in a matter of seconds.

“So if a guy won’t take no for an answer, this is one way of slowing things way down.” I was trying to catch my breath and avoid puking as my guts continued to reverberate as the pain slowly subsided. “So if this happens accidentally, you can help him by rubbing his lower stomach. After a few minutes you can gently massage his balls.” She matched her actions to her words and the pain started to go away, but a dull ache continued to exist for a long time. And the attention to my ball sack was starting to return my cock to its previous state of full erection. With this distraction going on, she unfastened my one leg and worked it up through my boxers so it could be slid down out of the way, before refastening my leg securely.

Gwen proceeded to walk through a pretty standard hand job from that point on. She showed the location of the various parts and where I was most sensitive, using her nails to gently run up and down my shaft. She demonstrated how to tell when an ejaculation was getting close, the balls pulling up tight to the base of the shaft. She also explained that while she had helped me clean up a lot of the excess hair around my penis, that I had been keeping it nicely groomed and that a good partner would do that.

Then she began stroking, holding the skin in place so that her hand wasn’t actually rubbing across the skin and explained that if there wasn’t any lubrication, this was a good way to avoid rubbing the penis raw. Once she had gotten me warmed up, she showed Cassidy the drop of pre-cum that was forming at the tip. And how to rub it around the head as it was slippery. And warned her that even though it was called pre-cum, it could contain viable sperm and that she needed to be careful in handling it. And called her attention to the fact that she was still fully clothed.

Then Gwen got the lube out and proceeded to jack me off with one hand while gently playing with my balls with the other. No doubt her hand felt really good, even though I still had an ache.

Once I got to the point of no return, she allowed my orgasm to shoot up my belly and some even hit my chin.

A wet washcloth and a towel were applied and used to clean me up. Then Gwen did a bit of a strip tease. Not that there was a whole lot to take off, the sports bra went first and her breasts bobbed as she moved, the dark red nipples starting to harden in the cooler air.

“Now, I would never recommend hitting a man in the gonads like I did, even though it was avcılar escort relatively lightly, you saw what pain it caused. That was the main reason for the ball gag, it was a given that he would scream. And he did not have any warning about that happening.” Turning her head to look me square in the eyes she continued, “And it will not happen again! I promise!”

She smiled as she then reached over and removed the ball gag. “Open wide!” and she sprayed something into my mouth. I’d guess it was a breath freshener from the tingle a burn, it had a minty taste to it and it made my mouth feel better after the ball gag. “It is always a good idea to take care of someone in a vulnerable position. This will help remove the taste of the gag and help get things lubricated. You have to be careful when they are on their back as well, because if they can’t swallow, they can choke on their own saliva.”

She slowly settled onto my face, her voice was now muffled a bit by her calves being so close to my ears. This was more like it! I dove in with gusto and was a bit harder on her, biting at her outer lips and clitoris. I wasn’t going to let her off lightly, but wasn’t going to go too far, as that might shut everything down. And I realized that there was no way for Cassidy to see exactly what was going on. It seemed to stimulate Gwen as her moans were definitely louder than normal, or perhaps it was the idea that her own daughter was watching her get off that increased her excitement. And with that thought I was fully erect again, Gwen’s breath tickling the short hair around my balls and shaft. With a scream she tensed up and shuddered, before collapsing on me, one of her breasts pressing into my crotch, stimulating me even more as she took huge gasps of air into her lungs.

To this point Cassidy has been pretty quiet, but there had been a few gasps and low moans as she watched her mother getting eaten out. I was thinking that the cushion of that chair was going to need a good cleaning!

Gwen had caught her breath and rolled off of me. “You are pretty good at that! I think the pillow being there helped!” She adjusted the stocking on my head as it was askew from her thighs rubbing against it. She looked over at her daughter and gave her a smile. “I think I can help you out a bit.”

Gwen went to her bag and pulled out the small penis shaped vibrator. She showed Cassidy the setting before sliding a towel under her bottom and placing the vibrator under her. It was a matter of moments before the soft hum of the vibrator joined the sound of boats out on the water. I was straining my neck trying to see what was happening, but the bed didn’t give me a very good view of the chair.

“Have fun, but watch what we are doing.” Gwen then proceeded to open a rubber and carefully showed Cassidy how to make sure it was oriented correctly before rolling it on. She then straddled my body in a reverse cowgirl. She used her hand to line me up and then slowly sank down on my cock. She was definitely well lubricated and I felt her bottom out with her butt cheeks hitting my pelvis. I so wanted to reach out and grab those hips, causing me to moan with frustration. As much as I wanted to thrust vigorously into that juice tunnel, the restraints kept me from doing more than a slight wiggle. Gwen moved slowly, teasing me as she went with an occasional tickle to my balls. She had a great technique, a slight rotation of her hips and the ability to tighten up her vaginal muscles to really squeeze things. Even with her amazing ability, it was a good ten minutes before I felt things really getting close to the edge.

But just before I reached a climax, Gwen gave a shudder and a slight scream as she was able to get herself off. And that seemed to trigger Cassidy, as I heard her gave a bit of a scream. I could only assume the vibrator had helped her reach an orgasm, even bound to the chair. And found myself flopping in the air as Gwen pulled up and off of me, depriving me of the last few strokes that would have let me reach my own orgasm.

I moaned in frustration, “I’m so close, don’t stop! Please!”

Gwen laughed, “I never promised you anything more than two orgasms. My only requirement alanya escort was you be able to cum twice and I didn’t care about the third time. However, I’ll give you a choice. First option is we leave now and see you on Wednesday for the next session. Second option is I’ll use a hand to help you cum, and then I’ll lock you in the chastity cage until we return.”

I was a bit surprised by the choices. I had thought she had given up on the cage idea, given my valid points from earlier in the week. But, my little head was doing the thinking and an orgasm now was worth more than something days away.

“I know what you’re thinking! I’ve decided that seeing something happen quickly would be a good experience, after all, her first time with a young man is likely to experience a challenge when it comes to sensitivity and being able to control one’s self. And even if you chose the first option, I suspect you’ll be pretty excited anyway. So which do you want?”

“The cage! I’ll take the cage!” I knew I would be able to pick the lock again, so that wasn’t a problem. And my previous experience with it let me know that even a few hours in the cage would achieve the desired results when it came to sensitivity.

Gwen bounced off the bed and tossed a pillow on my face, I couldn’t see what was going on. I heard her moving around and heard something heavy being moved on the carpet. Then came the ripping sound of velcro, but my legs didn’t loosen up. Was she just going to take Cassidy and leave? Then to my relief, I felt a hand around my shaft. It squeezed and began to stroke it with a tight grip.

“I told you I would use a hand, I didn’t say it would be my hand! Besides, I can’t get the cage on you when you’re fully erect.” The thought that it was Cassidy’s hand on my cock brought me back up to full size. The tightness of the grip was slowing things down a bit.

“Is this right, mom?”

“Not so tight, dear, it is pretty sensitive.”

Just hearing the two of them talking about my cock was enough to send me over the edge. I’m not sure what the sound was that came out of my mouth, a cross between a scream and a moan and I felt my cum pooling around the base of my shaft.

“It didn’t shoot, mom, it just sort of oozed! Did I do it wrong?”

“No, no, just being the third orgasm in the last hour or so, it’s actually a wonder that anything came out! Now, let’s get the two of you cleaned up a bit so I can show you the cage and how it goes on.”

Again she used a washcloth and towel to clean me up. The pillow still blocked my view, but I could feel the metal ring being placed around the base of my shaft and balls and the cage around the wilted shaft. There was a click and I knew that lock had been secured.

“There, that will keep him out of trouble until we come back!”

“Mom, do you do that to dad?”

“No, at least not yet. I’m thinking about it though! And here, I’m giving you the key. Don’t lose it, or he’ll be in trouble! But it will remind you of what is coming in a few days!” I heard more velcro ripping. “Okay, go use the bathroom in the hallway and go to the kitchen, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

The pillow was moved and the stocking pulled off my face. It was a bit of a relief to have things freed up, it was just a bit tight.

“You, sir, did very well! I wasn’t too surprised by your choice of the cage, I know which head was making the decisions at that point! And that was when I decided to give you a bit of a reward and let Cassidy help with things. Shall we try Wednesday evening for the next session?” She unfastened my legs and then the handcuffs. I groaned a bit as the pressure on my shoulders was relieved. I was pretty tired and there was still a residual ache in my guts from the rap on my ball.

“You’re not going to let her bust my balls, are you?”

“No! I will not allow that. Once is enough to make the point and get her to realize just how much control she can have in a situation like that.”

“Okay, Wednesday will work for me!”

Once again, I waited until they were out of the driveway, watching from behind the curtains. Once I had everything locked up tight I grabbed my lockpick set. It didn’t take as long as the first time, but I was again able to pop the lock. The thought that Cassidy was wearing the key was certainly going to weigh on my mind for the next three days. I went on with my week and waited anxiously for Wednesday.

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Authors Note

Note that there are a few music lyrics embedded in the story. Hopefully that is still clear if the formatting does not transfer from Word.

Day 4

Shannon woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Her brother’s hand was curled around yet another morning hardon. “Really, you didn’t get enough last night?” She admonished it. She got up quickly and stormed into Sean’s bedroom.

“How do you live with this thing?” she asked loudly.

Sean rolled over sleepily to find his own penis nearly poking him in the face. His half-asleep instinct was to stroke it, so he reached out and laid his soft hand on the rampant bulge. He had rubbed it gently for 3 or 4 seconds before he awoke fully to find Shannon staring down at him, confused and now mentally as well as physically horny. She was looking at her own face near her brother’s penis and hoping for them to get even closer together before she became shocked at what she was thinking.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Huh, woops!” He let go quickly. “Sorry, habit. It is my penis, after all.”

Shannon retreated to the bathroom, where it took 5 minutes before her uncooperative dick would soften enough to pee. Her mind kept flashing back to disturbing longings that did not help matters.

Sean put on the dress Shannon had picked out for him, buttoning up the front over a dark blue underwear and bra set. “No stockings today, thank God,” he thought. The dress was shorter than yesterday but not like the 3rd date dress, so he thought he could manage it.

The phone rang. Sean picked it up, “Hi Mom.”

“Shannon, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m great, actually. How are you two doing?”

“We’re fine, the weather is terrific here. Your dad has a wicked sunburn. How is school?”

“It’s going fine. I think I caused a riot yesterday, though.”

“Really, how?”

“I let my hair down.”

His mom laughed. “What did Misty say?”

“She propositioned me, of course.” They both laughed.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re having fun. Not too much fun, I hope. No wild orgies?”

“Maybe a couple.”

“Tell Sean I said hi. Love you!”

“Love you, too.”

On the way to school, Shannon reminded Sean that she was heading to Erica’s house afterwards.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he joked. Since he had been told by Misty about the blogging and that his reputation had improved a bit in rank, he had been torn between telling Shannon about the blogging and letting her continue to fool his girlfriend a bit longer.

Shannon gave him a withering look. “I have already done enough to get you out of the sex cellar. I’d rather not do anything else if I can help it.”

“You have to at least give her a good kiss, otherwise she may decide your other kisses were a fluke.”

“Fine, one good kiss, I’ll just close my eyes and pretend she is Adam. Speaking of whom, how was the date?”

“It went pretty well. I didn’t barf on him or anything.”

“Thank God for small favors. He seemed to like the outfit. Did you talk to him at all? Did he try to get physical? I need details.”

“We talked about music and stuff. He took me to his uncle’s house for a picnic, had it all planned out. There is a butterfly enclosure there, it’s pretty neat. He must really like you to go to that amount of effort.” Sean hoped to distract her away from the question about how physical the date had gotten. He still couldn’t believe how far it went, and there was no way he could explain it to her.

“I just wish I was the one dressed up and enjoying the attention.” Shannon brooded, forgetting to press him for further details.

Sean and Shannon had been doing all right in each other’s classes when homework was the only consideration. Unfortunately Sean finally got hit with a pop quiz in Calculus, which he had not yet taken. He failed miserably, and knew Shannon would be furious. If the switch continued much longer, the portion of her grades based on quizzes and tests would plummet.

During free period, Sean found himself thinking about Shannon’s prodigious talent and fitness level, and whether she could channel it towards school while still looking for an instructor of the right caliber. He walked into the empty auditorium and imagined Shannon up there dancing, with the whole school applauding afterwards. Unfortunately, without switching back, all Sean could do consciously was singular moves like pirouettes and plies and such. Someone would need to tell his body how to link things together as art. They really need to figure this switch out soon, he thought.

He walked up the stairs and across the stage lightly. Then he did a pirouette that flared his skirt out to reveal the blue panties. “Woops,” he thought. He hummed some half-forgotten music from one of his sister’s recitals, and his body started to move in a few graceful, well-rehearsed steps. The music helped put a few moves together, and he now wondered whether playing it for real would allow ordu escort him to recreate a whole performance. He tried to remember more of the song, but just a few bars here and there were all he could recall. As he moved haltingly around the stage, his long legs and short skirt showed well-defined muscle in calves and thighs.

Kristen watched from the shadows of the stage, mesmerized by the redhead. She was missing a class but did not care. The ugly duckling was gone, and this beautiful dancer had her hooked. Kristen had never felt such longing for any male, instead everyone had always wanted her, chased her, obsessed over her. She had waited impatiently for Shannon to seek her out after their encounter, but nothing had happened. Instead the girl had started dressing up instead of down, unbelievably beautiful to her, as if to twist the knife in her gut. The turnaround was devastating.

She had surreptitiously followed Shannon around for the past two days, sick to her stomach with desire. This morning Kristen had readied herself as carefully as she knew how: trimming her pussy, waxing, skin softener, her most expensive perfume, eyebrows plucked, makeup applied to perfection, hair styled in a perfect French braid, teeth flossed and breath sweet, Victoria’s secret angels lingerie with stockings and garter under a wraparound dress that showed her tits to perfection.

When she got to school, every cheerleader she saw had asked what the special occasion was. She made up a story about a photo shoot and possible modeling gig immediately after school.

The redhead finally stopped dancing and looked ready to leave. Kristen stepped from the shadows. “Shannon, wait up!” Her voice was a bit shaky.

Sean saw the tall blonde goddess step into the light and got such a rush of desire he was relieved. “Not totally gay yet,” he thought. “Hello, Kristen. Why are you so dressed up?”

“Someone-, uh, something special I wanted to do today. Do you have a minute? I’d like to talk, no fighting, I promise.”

“Ok, as long as it’s not about Adam.”

“It’s not, believe me. We could sit on the edge of the stage, I guess, or I know a place that is a bit more comfortable.”

“Ok.”

Kristen led her backstage to the unused director’s office, where there was a desk and a couch. She sat nervously on the edge of the couch while Sean chose to lean on the desk. Sean was aware of intriguing sexual tension due to their earlier encounter, and enjoyed the feeling being caused by a girl for a change. He then recalled the problems caused for his sister by this beauty and felt his desire wane.

He looked down at the blonde bombshell and said evenly, “I’ve been enjoying not being a pariah around here. I guess I should thank you.”

“As if I could have stopped you after your transformation. You’re so stunning, no one would listen if I had proof you worshipped Satan as a hobby. You could probably have a dick hidden under there and still be popular at this rate.”

Sean smiled wryly at the irony. “Well, you know there isn’t one.”

“Yes, I do.” Kristen shifted, rubbing one leg up over the other. From his recent experience with the same leg actions, Sean suspected she was very turned on at the memory. He wondered what she was wearing under the dress. “I had never been with a girl before, you know.”

“I remember you saying that. I hadn’t either.”

“So we were virgins, in a sense.”

“More than you know.”

Kristen was puzzled for a moment, but then continued. “I wanted to apologize again for the way I have treated you in the past. Can we get past that?”

“I don’t know. Definitely not yet, anyway. It’s only been a few days, Kristen. You haven’t really proven anything to me at this point.”

“I guess you’re right. I’d like to prove something to you now.” Kristen took a deep breath. “Do you like my outfit?”

“Yes, it’s very pretty,” Sean answered carefully.

“I was hoping you would. It has a special feature.” Kristen stood up, reached down and untied a hidden string on the wraparound dress. She then shimmied carefully, and the dress fell from her body. Her d-cup breasts strained against the black and pink demi-cup bra. The matching panties were low cut with strings around her hips. The tight triangle of silk showed her labia were already engorged. Black stockings rode high on the extra-long, shapely legs. A black and pink garter belt completed the set. Kristen stood posed on her high heels, more nervous than confident despite her magnificent body and face. She had never feared rejection until now, and so had stacked the deck as much as she knew how.

Sean stared unabashedly at the beauty before him. He had seen much of the blonde the other day, but only poorly lit and up close. The full effect of the complete woman before him was stunning. He was awestruck that such a woman wanted him, or really Shannon.

He cleared his throat. “Turn around, let me see the rest.”

Kristen turned to show osmaniye escort her exquisite ass outlined in silk cut high on each cheek. Sean nearly leaped on her, but the thought of how his sister felt about this girl helped him hold his ground. It helped that he could no longer see Kristen’s enormous blue eyes.

“Kristen, I’m not the girl for you, I’m sorry.”

Kristen’s shoulders hunched at the rejection. “Why not?”

“The jury is still out on whether you are a good person, and I’m dating Adam, your ex-boyfriend. We shouldn’t be doing each other, too. Also, the girl thing may be sort of temporary for me.”

Kristen dropped to her knees slowly and ended up hugging herself loosely. “I don’t care about Adam anymore, to be honest. He’s a great guy and great in bed and all, but suddenly I’m not that into guys.” Kristen shifted and looked back over her shoulder, still kneeling. “I’ll do anything for you, though.”

The view of her pleading face, long slim back stretched gracefully above the horizontal line of her garter belt, venus dimples above buttocks bent and straining the tight panties, was something that Sean would try to remember forever. He clenched his hands on the edge of the desk. “I should go before we regret this.”

Kristen turned and crawled slowly toward him, breasts hanging heavily against her bra, rounded ass flexing under pink and black. Her high-cheekboned face was flushed and long eyelashes shadowed her eyes. She reached Sean’s feet as he stood paralyzed. She bent and kissed his instep, then licked up his calf. “Just one more time, please, I beg you.”

Kristen slid her hands up the exquisite legs slowly, past the knees, and then up the outside of the thighs. She began kissing again above the knee, making her way up the inner thighs, her hair tickling Sean’s smooth skin. The short skirt was slowly raised, exposing blue panties with a large wet spot. Kristen sniffed the juices and moaned, gripping the muscled thighs tightly as if trying to prevent her quarry from escaping. Sean could not have moved if his life depended on it.

Kristen licked the silky material, tasting the redhead again. She pushed her tongue into the fabric and caressed the labia. Sean’s legs spread outward to accommodate her while his heart raced.

Kristen continued to probe with her tongue, slowly. Then she let go of Sean’s thigh with her right hand and slid it around up the between his legs. He felt her long fingers caress up the crack of his ass as her tongue continued to torment him. Her fingers slid the tight panties to the side, exposing his pussy and anus. She licked his clitoris and wet her index finger with his juices, then she teased the sphincter with the slick digit. Sean nearly collapsed at the dual sensations. Kristen didn’t want her lover to go too soon, so she pulled back before the girl could tip over the edge.

Kristen slid her hands up and pulled the panties down while Sean lifted his buttocks off the edge of the desk. She then reached up and unbuttoned the dress by feel while kissing and licking the soft skin above and to the sides of the red-haired strip. Sean caressed her hair, then let go as the blonde grabbed the skirt of the dress and stood, pulling the dress up and over his head.

Kristen paused to marvel at the dancer’s body, now wearing only the blue bra and sandals. She was so feminine, and yet showed muscle each time she moved. She was irresistible, amazing, intoxicating. Kristen had to see all of her, so she reached and unclasped the bra at the front, letting the C-cup breasts stand proudly, dark pink nipples taut. She sucked one, then the other, while sliding the bra off the redhead’s shoulders. She then hugged the girl to her and kissed her full on the mouth as she caressed her back and stroked her ass.

Sean felt the blonde’s lingerie rubbing sensually at his nipples and hips and thighs as they kissed. He gripped one large breast in his left hand and held the small of her back with the other. He then moved his lower hand to the skin between Kristen’s stockings and panties, running smooth fingernails around the area.

Kristen dragged them over to the couch and leaned Sean over and down onto it, kissing him all the while. She quickly slid her panties off and climbed on top of the redhead with her head hovering over the awaiting pussy. Sean found himself in his second 69 of the last 24 hours, this time surrounded by stocking-clad legs and looking up at the pussy of the hottest blonde he had ever met.

The two girls sank together, tongues lapping their wet labia and clits. Sean licked slowly from clit down to moist crevice and back, while Kristen circled the dancer’s clit with sure strokes. Their bodies writhed in pleasure while they each grabbed their partner’s ass to hold steady.

Sean spread Kristen’s labia with his fingers. Her blonde pussy was fascinating to him, and he wanted to explore every inch of it, slowly.

Kristen had inserted a finger sinop escort into Sean’s vagina and was slowly pumping it in and out. She spread his juices all around, making the entire area slick before she nuzzled and licked vigorously.

Their hearts quickened to a pounding beat as they each hit various erogenous areas with their tongues and fingers. Kristen, being the more experienced, set the pace based on how far along she thought the redhead was. Her own body was easy to gauge from experience, and she wanted to come at the same time as her infatuation did.

Sean went along for the ride, trying to keep up as the blonde seemed to have two tongues and twenty fingers. He licked and suckled Kristen’s clitoris with his tongue, three fingers inserted into her vagina and pumping steadily.

Suddenly Kristen’s body started to go out of control, the redhead was overwhelming her. The blonde tried to suppress it but couldn’t hold back. She inserted one wet finger into her partner’s anus and sucked on her clit, humming harshly to vibrate it. Sean felt like his pussy was electrified, and cried out as his toes curled and his pelvis lifted Kristen, pumping up and down as the orgasm took hold.

Kristen’s orgasm was even better, the result of days of longing for the beautiful, forbidden woman beneath her. She shuddered, teeth clenched to prevent a scream that might echo around the auditorium. She passed out for a few seconds from the intensity of her release.

Sean slid out from under the tall, tanned body of the head cheerleader. Kristen rolled to her side, still dazzled by the best orgasm she had ever had. She had tears in her eyes. Sean rolled to face her and saw them.

He was puzzled, “Are you ok?” She looked so vulnerable.

“No, not really. That was so amazing!” She started to cry harder.

“You’re crying because it was amazing? I don’t understand.”

“You’re as oblivious as a guy, you know?”

“I guess.”

“This may have been a little experimentation for you, but it meant everything to me, even if I didn’t want it to. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else. I could love you. But you don’t really want to be with me, do you?”

“No, I can’t, not right now, at least. I’m sorry.”

“Please get dressed and go away, seeing you naked is not helping me.”

Sean realized he was lying in Shannon’s birthday suit beside the lingerie-clad fantasy of every guy in school. And he was rejecting her. Only the switch could have produced a situation this fucked up, he thought ruefully as he pulled on his panties and picked up his bra.

Shannon found Erica standing beside the car after school. She had apparently teased her hair after school since it had quite a bit more volume and bounce than her usual. Her cheerleading uniform hung just below her crotch as she leaned casually against the fender, legs crossed. “Does this girl ever not look like sex on a stick?” Shannon wondered.

As a dancer, she was used to the occasional risqué movement or performance or outfit, but it seemed like Erica’s whole life revolved around maximizing her allure.

“Hey, babe, did you do something to your hair?” Shannon greeted her like she thought his brother would.

“Hi, stud, I was just playing around. Did you bring some muscles for me?”

“Only one,” Shannon flirted as best she could. Erica laughed and they got in and drove to her house.

Once inside she led the way down the carpeted steps. Shannon cursed as she bumped Sean’s head on a low part of the stairwell. Erica giggled and kept going into the finished room.

It seemed comfortable, with a big L-shaped couch, several padded wooden armchairs and a stereo/TV combo built into the wall. There were lally columns running down the center at 10 foot intervals. A tall box was leaning against and hiding the last one, with a larger box over to the side.

“Those are the boxes. They’re big and awkward. My dad couldn’t even move them.”

“I’m hoping these monkey arms are good for something,” Shannon replied.

Erica watched her pick up the first box and carry it across the basement to the door. “That’s far enough for now.”

“You sure?” Shannon was barely breathing hard after picking nearly 200 lbs. Sean’s body was amazing, she thought for the umpteenth time.

“Have a seat on that chair and rest a minute. I want to thank you properly.”

“Uh oh,” Shannon thought. She sat down and waited for the elaborate hug and kiss she was sure to receive.

Erica had other plans. “Remember ‘close your eyes’?”

“Yes,” Shannon smiled at the recollection.

“Your turn.”

Shannon closed her eyes and waited. Erica talked to cover the other noises she might make. “I liked that so much, you were so hot that night.”

Suddenly Sean heard a sound, “zzzz…” and felt something tug on her wrists. She looked and saw that her forearms had been tied with thick zipties to the arms of the chair.

“What the fuck?” Shannon gasped.

Erica laughed. “You’re my prisoner.”

“Get these off me!” Shannon tried to slide her arms back to free them, but the back of the chair was in the way. The cheerleader had planned well.

“What’s the magic word?” Erica teased, still smiling.

“Please?”

“Nope, that’s your safety word, silly.”

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I know, it sounds like the beginning of a comic book superhero’s creation, but I actually did fall into a vat of toxic waste. Ok, it wasn’t actually toxic, but it did have the effect of changing my life completely. I know other people have fallen into that vat before but, somehow, it was different with me.

Maybe it was my own body chemistry, maybe it was something I ate or drank or maybe we will just never know, but I changed that day. To begin with I didn’t feel any different except for a slight headache. I figured a fall from nearly 30 feet will do that to you. “I should have been more careful,” I thought.

“You sure should have klutz,” joked one of the more beautiful women in my research division.

The funny thing is she answered what I’d thought. I did not actually say it. “My luck is actually changing,” I thought again.

“Tell me about it. You keep getting klutzier by the day,” the same research fellow said.

Somehow I was broadcasting my thoughts to those around me.

I spent the rest of the day that day trying to find out the limitations, range and scope of this new found ability. It seems that being heard mentally is not the only new ability I have acquired. I also acquired the ability to not only influence people, to control them, both individually and in groups, but I have also received the ability to wipe their minds, partially or wholly.

Well, I guess it is time to put my new abilities to a really good field test. All of my other tests were, for the most part, one on one and I will describe them momentarily. For now I want to have a little fun.

“Ok,” I thought while sitting in the packed company cafeteria, “I want all the men who wish they were women to get up on the tables and cluck like chickens. All the women who wish they were men to get up on the tables and bark like dogs. The rest of you stay seated.”

I must say I was surprised when 3 men and 6 women got up on the tables. To those men who got up on the tables I planted the thought in their brains that they were gay and always would be–as a three-way couple living together openly. Then I made them declare it publicly and leave for their new life together. The reaction of the others was priceless. Some laughed, some gasped. And one even applauded them for their bravery. (I turned that gay lover totally gay and into a complete cock-loving slut boy. I wasn’t in a political correct kind of mood today.)

The women who wanted to be men I placed the idea in their minds to have rather large penises added to them and to be modified to look even better. In my book that meant obscenely large breasts and lips, nice heart-shaped asses and long, flowing tresses. I also added to their instructions a few thoughts to make them dress and act quite a bit sluttier and one final thought that forbid them from having sex or arousing themselves until they were allowed to by me personally. This would ensure that they would seek me out later and that lots of fun would ensue.

As to the rest of the straight men I put the thought into their heads that three-quarters of their salary should be deposited into an unnamed, private account in the Cayman Islands–Mine! Of course I am not biased; I had the gay men do the same thing. Money is money after all.

The straight women in the company suddenly all had the same idea–to seduce me and fuck me senseless however I wished. Needless to say I wished and it happened. Women, like the object of my nocturnal emissions, a large-breasted, long-haired redhead with jade green eyes, suddenly were eager to bed me and were even more eager in bed.

Heck, with my new abilities, I even bedded a few of the women in front of their husbands. Then, of course, I wiped their minds and gave them all a permanent case of erectile dysfunction. It was so much fun watching the women line up to try and be the first to seduce me. Amazingly, they all were, because I wiped their minds again and again.

Janice, a short, not well-endowed woman with thick brown curly hair, was the first woman I took after my change. She was about 22 years old and not yet overly experienced with men. I gave her a whole new appreciation of the male penis and its capabilities. It began with me giving her a simple subconscious command to lose all of her inhibitions and you’d be surprised how easy it was to make her swallow a load of my man juices from my prick fresh out of her well used, and abused, asshole after I did so.

Janice was not well endowed, a b-cup or maybe a small c-cup, but where she was missing the curves up top she most certainly had them below. Short though she may have been baby, most definitely, had back. Her pear-shaped ass was just begging to be ridden. And I was in the mood to play Willie Shoemaker.

Although she could only be all of 4′ 10″ tall, Janice’s mocha chocolate skin, curly hair which fell past her shoulders, lovely ass and delectable breasts, made her one chocolate I desperately wanted to eat. As I put the thought tokat escort in her head for the first time, long before I had her going from ass to mouth, that she should duck under the table in the restaurant I took her to and give me a blowjob I inwardly smiled. Somehow I knew now that not only was I putting this though in her head, but that it is indeed what she has wanted all along—a man to dominate her.

“So, Janice,” I began, “I know you enjoy having a man dominate you so from now on I will make it simple for you. From now on you will be with no other person but me, male or female, without my permission. You don’t cum, move, think or breathe without me giving you permission to do so. Understood?”

She was abso-fucking-lutely stunned, but somehow managed to stammer out, “Yes.”

“Yes, what” I intoned.

“Yes Sir,” she said submissively.

“Good,” I said, “Now that we have that out of the way slut, get naked. You are not to be clothed in my presence unless I say so and that means anywhere you and I are together—no exceptions—work, home, in the car, in a field of wildflowers, wherever you are to be naked for me.”

I watched as she slowly started to strip. Perhaps she thought I’d change my mind since we are at work. Not likely considering being there turned me on all the more and I could wipe the mind of whomever I wanted anyway. Heck, I wanted to get caught, that was part of my experimentation.

Sure enough, almost right on cue, the principal owner of the business walked in on us.

“Excuse me mister, but do you know what you are doing?” he said.

I just looked at him and smiled.

“Of course. I am putting my new slut through some of her paces. Now why don’t you stop being a pain in the ass and come over here so she can suck you off?”

He about killed himself tripping over his own feet as he rushed to put his cock in slut’s mouth.

Funny, somehow I thought a good looking multi-millionaire industrialist would have all the pussy he could ever want. Guess I was wrong because he fucked slut’s face as if he’d never had a blowjob in his life. Either that or he just liked facefucking slut hard and fast without any consideration at all for her. Somehow though I am sure the situation was the first one.

It didn’t take to long for Mr. Owen Hatch III to cum down slut’s throat and she really enjoyed tasting every drop. Not only did she swallow it all, but first she washed it around in her mouth like she was taste testing a fine wine before doing so. Thank heaven she did not follow that analogy all the way and spit out the cum afterwards but swallowed it. I just love watching a woman do that. It is the most erotic thing a woman can do in my humble opinion.

As Janice was swallowing Mr. Hatch’s cum I slid up behind her and pushed my hard member into her pussy with but a single thrust. Expectedly she grunted with the pain and then began fucking me in earnest. Alas, for her it was not her pussy I wanted at the moment. At the moment my desire was to excite and degrade her simultaneously. I wanted her to beg to be used like the slut I used my powers to turn her into in the first place.

With me behind her and Mr. Hatch in front of her she was being ridden well and she moved like a filly that was just hitting its stride. I fucked her onto his cock and he fucked her back onto my pole. It was as if she had a pole running through her body and she was moving along on that pole. We rode her like this for a while and then really took her for a spin as I changed my rhythm so that we were either on our out strokes or in strokes simultaneously.

As we stuffed the bitch like an Oreo cookie, my black cock in her pussy and Mr. Hatch’s in her mouth, I just could not wait to give her the filling I so wanted her to enjoy more and more of. It was not long before Mr. Hatch gave her more of his joy juice. She really knew how to suck a cock and, it was then I realized, I never put the idea in her head about how to do it! Dang. The woman was a natural born cocksucker and a submissive at that. Talk about my lucky day.

Well, I did not want to let only Mr. Hatch and slut have all the fun so I gave them each an additional set of instructions and left them to continue my testing. Mr. Hatch got a set of instructions that included the following: 1) I wiped his mind off all events 2) I had him make sure to remove any recordings of today’s activities, without duplicating them in any way, shape or form, and send them to me for my own personal use 3)I had him make sure that the company deposited, to an unnamed account for me, 50 million dollars as a consulting fee and 4) I turned him into a blatant homosexual crossdresser with a permanent case of erectile dysfunction (can’t have competition for all the pussy, ass, mouths and tits I want to play with now can I?).

As for slut, her orders were even simpler. She was to stay on her knees, naked, ready, horny and wet and await my return. yozgat escort If anyone showed up she would simply tell them she was waiting for her Master to fuck her senseless. I also made it so that her mind would respond only to me and thus she could not cum, or make anyone else cum, except for when she was with me.

Yes, I know, I have a devious and deviant mind. But then what fun is having these powers if one has to exercise restraint and act normally. Hey, that reminds me, perhaps the next test subject should really like being restrained. Let’s see, who looks promising.

And the lucky winner is………….

Honey Stillwell, the exceedingly too beautiful looking to be an accountant that just started recently. What was this woman doing? Heck, she could have any man she wanted, fuck them senseless, convince them to give her every dime they had and then leave them hanging high and dry.

Now I know some women are beautiful, but Honey well, she just plain blows them all away. As I sat there openly admiring her gorgeous form I wondered what I should do with her and how. Of course I was looking to see how she reacted to me ogling her and how she did was what I was going to use to determine what I’d do to her.

“Mornin’ Ms. Stillwell,” I said as she approached me.

“Mornin?” she said, “Are you fucking kidding me? You just sit there ogling me and that is all you can say?”

“What did you expect ma’am?” I said.

“Oh, I don’t know, how about something more original Iike “I only wish I could be as close to you as that thong you are wearing”? she said.

My jaw dropped.

As I came back to my senses I said, “Who wouldn’t want to be that close to you Ms. Stillwell? They’d have to be crazy, dead or gay not to want you with a body like the one you possess.”

I certainly hope this wasn’t a setup for a sexual harassment suit or I’d have to do a lot of mindwiping to clean this issue up.

“Well,” she said, “my gay, dickless soon-to-be ex-husband for one. He ran away with the gardener and the pool boy!”

My jaw dropped even farther now.

“Well,” I said, “That settles it. I will just have to fuck you properly so you can forget him completely.”

“If only it were that easy,” she said.

How little she knew. I was already searching her mind for memories of him and their life together. When I did fuck her, as there was no doubt about me doing so now, she would completely forget everything about him except his name and the fact that he would be sending her money on a regular basis.”

“It is my dear, it is,” I said.

She looked at me querulously.

“Don’t worry love,” I answered as she thought about just how that was possible.

“I will make you the happiest woman in the world if you will just let me do to you what you wish you soon-to-be had while you were married,” I said.

Heck, I hadn’t even used my powers any farther than searching her mind for what she likes and needed. There was no undue influence on her now, yet somehow, even without searching her mind I could somehow sense she would soon be inviting me to her bed.

“I don’t even know your name, yet somehow I don’t doubt that you are right about that,” she said.

“I am Jesse Coltrane dear,” I said. “I work in the manufacturing division of the company, but a lady friend of mine, who works in accounting, invited me over to show me where she works and have lunch with.”

I saw her face begin to show disappointment.

“Don’t worry dear, she is just a fuck toy really and she is bisexual. That is, if you like women and you’d like her to join us,” I said tentatively.

A large grin broke out across her face.

“How did you know,” she inquired.

“Just a feeling I had,” I said. She didn’t need to know I took the thought out of her mind that she’d like to experiment with a woman and replaced it with the thought that she’d love to be eating a woman while getting royally fucked up the ass and/or pussy.

“When will you be free dear and we can go from there,” I said.

“Coincidentally I am about to get off of work now. How soon before your fuck toy could be ready?” she said.

“Oh, she is ready now,” I said, “She is naked on her knees awaiting my return. I finished using her with the owner of the company before I ran into you.”

“You’re kiddin’,” she said.

With that I just grabbed her by the hand. “Follow me,” I said.

It took only about 3 minutes to get back to where I’d left her, but there she was sure as shootin’ on her knees naked awaiting me with a puddle of her pussy juices below her on the floor.

“I told you,” I said.

I walked over to slut, pulled out my rampant member and said, “Please be a dear and suck this all the way down your throat, but don’t use your hands.”

And that is what she immediately did.

Honey was beginning to drip herself as she watched slut suck my rampant member never touching herself and only zonguldak escort making contact with me by way of her slutty mouth. The smell of pussy in the room was strong, but it was definitely not just one pussy I smelled. I watched intently as slut sucked me and Honey walked up behind her and began to paddle the living daylights out of her with her hands.

Each hit was palpable and forced slut’s mouth even deeper on my cock. Soon enough I began to wonder if after she’d swallowed my cock whole she would begin vacuuming up my balls as well in her mouth. This was indeed a possibility, but I was already considering ways to make it so it was not—like having a gorgeous, female, plastic surgeon do surgery on my cock to enlarge it in both length and girth (I’d gladly pay her back with a nice pearl necklace or two).

I was tickling slut’s tonsils when Honey reached over and grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them ever so tightly. As I moaned she told me that a good slut always remains nude for her Master and also that it was time to go. She really wanted slut to be licking her pussy and she was not ashamed to admit it.

I let Honey drive us to her place as I kept slut busy in the backseat, on her knees, sucking my cock. We got more than a few stares driving down the road. Not the least of which, I am sure, was for the gorgeous lady driver considering what was happening in her backseat. Then again, a few could have been for the naked bitch sucking me off like she was bobbing for apples and I was the tastiest one around.

Luckily the drive was just the perfect length. Long enough to show off slut, short enough to get to Honey’s place and have some fun quickly.

“So, Honey,” I said, “What kind of fun would you like to have now?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, “I thought maybe you’d enjoy taking two women, tying them up in strict bondage and having your way with them.”

It was then that I’d actually noticed where she had led us to—her house was actually more of a warehouse and the largest room, which now stood in, was a fully equipped dungeon that turned me on something fierce. My gaze fell on all sorts of toys (an entire wall filled with every type of toy made of various materials and meant to be used), a St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of the room which sat next to a physician’s examination table (complete with all instruments the doctor would need for an examination), a rotating cross on one wall and a sex swing hanging tantalizingly in one of the corners of the room and more that I could not describe properly, but longed to use.

“Honey, Honey, Honey,” I said, “I’ve never met an accountant that was like you before but I think that I may just have to marry you dear. Wooooooooooow!”

Together we put slut up on the St. Andrew’s cross, blindfolded her, gagged her with a large penis gag, filled her pussy and ass with large, vibrating dildoes set to a low speed setting each and left her there. I then took Honey to the sex swing.

“Get in it my lovely wicked wench,” I said.

She responded immediately by doing so with the ease of someone who spent a lot of time doing just this.

“I see you are good at this,” I said, “I take it you have had a lot of practice doing this.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “My live-in female roommates use it, or more appropriately me, all the time in just this position.”

I should have known better, that she could not afford a place like this on her own salary, but somehow I didn’t see it.

“Use you?” I asked,

“Oh, did I forget to mention it? I am a submissive for a group of dominant women who use and abuse my body at will,” she said.

So, one woman, previously turned into a slut by me, one woman a natural submissive who loves to be used and abused, what was I to do? I did what anyone else with no morals and powers like these would do, I used them both.

First, I started by making sure her roommates knew I was there and that I was there by her choice. Honey left a message to this affect on the door to the dungeon written by her so that the other women in the household knew I would be using her and abusing her well and not to interfere unless they were joining in—as submissives to me.

Now that I had the place basically to myself I adjusted the height of the swing so Honey’s honeypot was at the perfect level for my cock, but I intended to tease and arouse her more than satisfy her at the moment. The way I see it, if she can become so in lust with me without my using my powers on her all the better. Of course if that fails I can always turn her into just about anything I can think of and turn her out on the streets.

I left her for a few moments after chaining her into the swing so she could not get loose and she could not close up those lovely legs of hers. When I was in front of Janice I placed the thought in her mind that she was a virgin, not that that was even close to the truth, and that she wanted sex of all types and was so horny that she would beg for it.

When I pulled the dildo gag from slut’s mouth it was covered in her drool and she seemed to have no problem at all keeping it down her throat. In point of fact, she was begging me already to get it back there. It seems she really enjoyed it tickling her tonsils.

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Virgin Redux takes place after Girl Interrupted as another steamy interlude from my Bloom Chronicles novels. Nyx and Tara are at it again, but this time they’ve got someone else joining the party, an intelligence that has joined with Nyx to watch and observe the intelligent species of the universe…in all parts of life.

No living or real people are portrayed or implied and everyone in the story is over 18 and consensual. Oh, and in one case probably hundreds of thousands or even millions of years old.

“Are you still getting used to…” Tara gestured at Nyx’s Silverskin covered legs, arm, and, well, the rest of her body. She had patches of newly patented synthetic skin over her upper right arm and several strips on, beside, and across her abdomen as well.

“My… upgrades?” Nyx asked her lover.

Tara reached over and gently ran her fingertips up the smooth but flexible metal alloy of Nyx’s thigh. “Yes. Is it really just like it used to be?”

“Oh, it’s nothing like it used to be,” Nyx said. “I’ve got so much packed into each leg… Baby, I can fuckin’ fly now!”

Tara squinted as she thought back to the schematics she’d poured over and tried to understand. She grunted when she remembered what Nyx meant. “The kinetic lifts… you have one in each leg.”

Nyx grinned. “Fuck yeah I do.”

Tara shook her head and laughed. “Isn’t there a story about the boy that flew too close to the sun?”

Nyx wiggled her eyebrows. “I’m not a boy.”

“I don’t think that had anything to do with the moral of the story.”

Nyx waved her concerns away.

Tara kept tracing her fingers up and down Nyx’s thigh, rising higher and higher and sliding them toward the inside of her leg more and more. Nyx shivered and bit her lip when Tara’s most recent exploration reversed direction and started back down her leg.

“You really can feel it!” Tara said. “I mean, I know you said you could, but…”

Nyx smiled at her. “Yeah, I can feel it. They’ve got a multipoint neuro-net built into them. I feel everything, if I have it tuned for that– which I do. The real question is, how do they feel to you?”

Tara replaced her fingers with her palm and squeezed Nyx’s thigh gently. “I’m not sure. It’s weird. Like, not real… but it reacts to my touch and it flexes almost like real skin. It’s warm and… weird. I think I prefer the original.”

Nyx winced. “Baby… the original stuff is gone. Ruined. Dead.”

Tara saw the fear in Nyx’s eyes and rushed to shush her. “No, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry. I meant… I’d rather touch you where you’ve still got skin. You know… a little higher up your leg?”

Nyx let out a nervous laugh an said, “Mmm, I see. Well, we can probably do some of that, I was just working on making sure I’ve got all these contracts lined up right to protect our latest deals and–“

“Nyx?”

Nyx turned to stare into Tara’s eyes. She saw the worry plain as day and didn’t need the voice in her head.

‘Tara thinks something is wrong with you,’ the voice of Gene, the sole survivor of the Etheros society and the entity she shared her new hardware with, communicated to her.

“I’m okay, sweetie,” Nyx said.

‘It bothers you that I’m here, watching and experiencing this. This is part of the agreement we reached.’

Nyx ignored the alien entity this time. She didn’t need to respond, Gene knew her thoughts as soon as she thought them. She had no privacy. No matter what she did or what she wanted, Gene was aware. No matter how twisted or dark her thought. No matter how taboo or slutty the deed.

Gene gave voice to her secret that she’d tried to hide even from herself. ‘I misunderstood, you’re not upset, you’re aroused to have me witnessing you.’

‘Shit!’

“I didn’t ask if you were okay,” Tara said. “Now you’ve got me worried.”

Nyx recovered from Gene’s revelation in time to respond smoothly, “You were thinking it.”

Tara nodded. “A little, yes. You… you’re different. I mean, it’s still you, but you’re acting funny. Is it because of the… well, everything?”

Nyx kilis escort took in a breath and let it out. “I’ve been so busy, Tara. I haven’t taken any time for myself.”

“Or for us,” Tara pointed out.

‘You’re aroused by being watched, but you are upset too. Upset that Tara would not be… and you’re hiding me from her. Hiding me from everyone.’

‘You really know how to kill a mood, don’t you?’

Gene was silent for a few microseconds longer than Nyx expected. ‘You’re correct, I am proving a poor witness. My apologies. I will refrain from interacting until a more suitable time arises to discuss my observations.’

‘I think you need to get laid more than I do,’ Nyx counter-observed.

“Nyx? Are you okay?”

Nyx shook her head and smiled. “So okay. I’m sorry, I was just thinking before speaking for once. And well yeah, that’s what I meant when I said time for myself. Spending time with you is my happy-place. I… I don’t want to share you with anyone but I’ve had to for… a long time now. I’ve been worried that, well, maybe things would be different now. That you liked being with everyone.”

“Woah, hang on, I haven’t been with anyone since we–“

Nyx grimaced and shook her head. “Shit, I’m sorry… that didn’t… I didn’t mean you were fucking around. I meant just, I don’t know, being social with other people. Like, maybe they were more interesting than me.”

“Oh my–Nyx! You’re crazy! I am totally, one hundred percent, hooked on you! Don’t you dare ever think I don’t love the crap out of you. After all you put me through, you owe me at least five hundred years of happiness, if not more! And even with the magical science you dream up, we’d be lucky to get twenty percent of that.”

“So you’re saying I need to compress five hundred years into one hundred… I can do that. I love you so fucking much, baby, it terrifies me.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet. Dirty and nasty and sweet.”

Nyx grinned. “You know, that reminds me.”

“Oh no,” Tara groaned.

Nyx’s grin widened. “I was thinking about Alexis. Her new body and how modular everything is. If she wanted, she could swap out part and mount a flexible cock and fuck that shit out of Synthia if they wanted.”

“Now that’s my Nyx,” Tara said after she rolled her eyes.

“I’m a little jealous,” Nyx admitted.

“You are NOT cutting out your vagina so you can put in a cyber-whatever.”

“Ooh, a cyber-sex-machine! No, maybe a cyber-sexy-modular? Adapter? Attachment. What do you think?”

“I think if you do any of that, I’m going to be so mad at you,” Tara said.

“Don’t you love me because of who I am?” Nyx asked while blinking her eyes innocently.

“Yes! But what attracted me to you was how amazing you were and the fact that you’re a woman. I’m not attracted to men, and by proxy, penises. Yes, I don’t mind toys, but there’s nothing– nothing– that can ever replace your fingers and mouth.”

“Now who’s the dirty one?” Nyx asked.

Tara wrinkled her nose and looked around for something non-damaging to throw at Nyx. Then again, given Nyx’s upgrades she could probably toss a spanner at her and it would bounce off.

“There’s so much to do,” Nyx said as she looked around too. “We’re a couple of days out from our next stop and–“

“Nyx, what’s going on?”

Nyx turned her head back to Tara and tried to smile. Even she knew it was a weak attempt. “I absolutely fucking love all of this,” Nyx said while gesturing at herself.

“So what’s the problem?” Tara asked before Nyx could continue.

“I don’t know. I’m afraid… I guess. Afraid you won’t like making love to me anymore because I’m… well, all this.”

“You can space those thoughts, they’re full of shit and you know it. You did your arm a long time ago and that never slowed me down at all. Some of the things you could do with your fingers on it… mmm.”

Nyx bit her lip. “I thought I broke you that one time.”

“You did! But then you fixed me,” Tara reminisced.

“So… well… I mean, kırklareli escort my pussy is vintage, but I did have to make some changes.”

“What?” Tara asked. “I thought you said you made sure you had blood flow and kept everything alive there.”

“I did, I did,” Nyx said. “You know though, total hysterectomy and, well, basically everything between my stomach and crotch is gone and replaced. There was enough liver to regenerate but the rest is gone.”

Tara nodded. “I know, and with your miniaturized variable matter reactor you don’t have to worry about solid waste anymore– oh! Is this… Nyx, I don’t care about anal sex. I mean, I know you liked it but it’s not a big deal to me.”

Nyx burst out laughing, causing Tara to blush brightly.

“No, no, we can still do that. There’s enough colon left for all sorts of backdoor fun,” Nyx said. “And it’s guaranteed to be always clean and healthy now! The wonders of modern science.”

Tara shook her head. “This is turning into an awkward conversation.”

Nyx laughed a little more and then fell silent.

“So what is it? If it’s not that… if everything still works, what is it?”

“Does it?” Nyx asked. “I mean… I think it does. It feels like it does, but I haven’t… you know… taken it out for a test ride.”

“Oh my– are you serious?”

“I had to rewire all of that stuff. Not just my legs and hips and everything, but my hooha and asshole too. What if… what if it doesn’t work the same?”

Tara shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

Nyx persisted. “But what if it doesn’t?”

“I know someone who can fix it,” Tara said.

“Tara, I’m serious!”

“So am I!” Tara over-protested her. “Have you met yourself? You don’t let anything go half-ass. You’re all ass, all the time.”

Nyx looked at her and then let out a little laugh. “Did you really mean that?”

Tara frowned a little and then gasped. “Oh! No, I didn’t… wow, did I sat that?”

“So, like, I’m an ass, or I’ve got an ass? Or do I have a big ass?”

“You have an amazing ass,” Tara snapped. “And I would love to do nothing more than get my hands on it and have my way with it. Probably start with some spanking to get you back in line first, even.”

“How many times do I have to warn you not to threaten me with a good time?” Nyx asked.

“Apparently at least one more.”

“Mmm, okay.”

“So, get over yourself,” Tara ordered her. “You are my girlfriend. My lover. The love of my life. I’m crazy about you and I will love you beyond my last breath. That includes, as long as we’re able to, making love to you. And that’s what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make love to you so hard I’ll short your circuits and make your logic boards pop.”

“Tara…”

“Yes?”

“I fucking love you.”

Tara felt the knot in her belly loosen and she smiled. “I never, ever get tired of hearing that.”

“Good, because I’m never going to stop saying it.”

“You can stop for a little bit,” Tara said. “Right now you can show me instead of telling me. Besides, it’s not polite to talk when your mouth is full?”

Nyx raised an eyebrow and then caught Tara as she leaned in and pressed her lips to hers. Tongue quickly followed and the two of them were rubbing and grinding against each other. After Tara had to relax her pressure enough to breathe Nyx leaned forward and pushed herself up out of her chair. She broke the kiss and moved quickly, scooping Tara up in her arms and making her squeal. She turned and put her on the bed and then pulled at the resealable seam on her tank top and spread it out to bare Tara’s breasts.

Nyx leered at her while Tara slid her hands down into her shorts and pushed them over her hips and down her legs.

She spread then and used a hand to trace her puffy lips and draw attention to her sex. She dipped a finger in, swirled it around, and then brought it and held it up so Nyx could see her wetness glistening on it.

Nyx bit her lip and then leaned in. Her nose twitched as she took in karabük escort Tara’s musky aroma. Her eyelids fluttered and she grabbed Tara’s hand. She guided Tara’s finger between her lips and sucked on it, moaning as she did so. Tara’s heavy breath was almost an answering moan.

“Get up here, baby, I’ve missed you so much,” Tara whined.

‘You wanted to experience what modern life had to offer. I hope you’re ready for this,’ Nyx thought to Gene.

Nyx climbed on the bed and covered her from navel to mouth with kisses. She did everything she could to kiss the life out of her and then gasped as Tara’s fingers slipped between her legs and squelched inside her folds.

“Fuck… Nyx!” Tara breathed into Nyx’s mouth as her fingers plunged inside of her.

Nyx’s brain nearly did short-circuit from the stimulation. She shuddered and panted lifted her mouth to try and get more air. Tara seized the opportunity and sucked one of Nyx’s ripe-nipple-berries into her mouth and teased it with her tongue and teeth. Nyx shuddered and bucked on top of her while her juices ran down Tara’s hand.

Months of convalescence and rebuilding with no release, followed by a few weeks of recovery and self-induced chastity, left Nyx in a primed state for an explosion. Tara’s body was the fuse and it was burning brightly. Nyx quivered in her arms and then cried out as Tara’s thumb slid over her swollen clit. Nyx’s hips moved of their own accord, humping Tara’s hand.

When Nyx’s orgasm finally crashed she slumped her head down and managed to kiss Tara’s forehead in between gasps for breath. Tara shifted underneath her so she could look up into her lust-hooded eyes. “You needed that.”

“Fuck,” Nyx drawled. She forced her thoughts inward and asked the entity sharing her hardware, ‘What did you think of that?’

‘That will take some time to process all of the data. It was… extensive. Is it always like that when you mate with her?’

‘That was a quicky. Don’t worry, it gets better,’ Nyx responded.

“I gotta ask… did you pee the bed?”

“What?” Nyx asked as Tara pulled her out of her dreamy conversation with Gene. The strange nature of the question made her panic for a moment as it sank in. “Pee? No… I can’t. Well, I mean, I could, but I didn’t.”

“That’s right, your bladder is part of your new recycling system,” Tara said. “Controlled by your coprocesser. Cooling system, right, with impurities filtered out for the reactor?”

Nyx nodded, impressed by her brilliant biologist girlfriend. “And don’t forgot all of that is controlled by my brain.”

“So… why so wet? Because it’s been so long?”

“Maybe I need to make some adjustments,” Nyx said. She leaned over and collapsed on her side. She looked at Tara’s drenched hand and legs and the wetness on the sheets of their bed. “Oh wow… that was a lot. It didn’t shoot out though.”

“No,” Tara agreed. “But still… it was a lot.”

“Sorry.”

Tara leaned over and kissed her. “Don’t be. I, um, liked it.”

“You did?”

Tara nodded. “Knowing I could do that to you? Yeah… I liked it. A lot.”

Nyx smiled. ‘She liked it,’ she thought to Gene.

‘I heard her.’

Nyx paid no mind to Gene’s flat response. ‘I think I need to recalibrate a few things. Sensitivity, maybe… or at least hydration levels.’

“So, we know your wired up properly,” Tara said.

“Maybe over-wired,” Nyx said and then waved a triumphant hand arm in the air. “Virgin redux no longer!”

“Now let’s see if you remember how to get me off.”

“Oh, I could never forget that.”

“Prove it and then we can see if you getting that wet for me was a fluke, or I’m just that good.”

“Oh baby,” Nyx breathed. “You really are that good.”

Tara grinned and then gasped as Nyx’s hand slipped along the slit in her flesh. She bit her lip and spread her legs wider, inviting her in.

“Uh uh,” Nyx said. “I’m all ass, remember?”

Tara laughed until Nyx shifted on the bed and bent over to bring her head between her legs. The first touch of Nyx’s hot tongue stole Tara’s breath. The second lick stole her ability to think clearly. The third ripped away her free will. The next several reminded her why she was, always and forever, Nyx’s.

Gene could share her body and, she supposed, share her orgasms. But they could never have Tara. Tara was all hers.

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Giladi brought her sword down hard on the spider’s head, splitting it down the middle in a spray of green ichor. It teetered on its spindly legs before falling with a crunch. She would have liked for that to be the end of it, but two more of the blue bastards were crawling towards her, front legs raised and mandibles clicking.

They leapt toward her at the same time. She rushed the one to her right, slicing through it and spilling more guts onto her face and torso as its two parts flopped past her. The other caught itself, skittered to a stop, and turned just in time for the tip of her sword to find shelter in its sternum. It twitched as it died. The calm of the forest fell over her, the rustle of leaves returning.

She wrenched her sword out of its corpse and squat down to look at it. It was a Hunter Spider alright, about the size of a dog. Giladi lifted its head to spy the nasty fangs tucked underneath. Hunter Spiders weren’t the most lethal, but they didn’t need to be. Just a splash of their venom could paralyze a minotaur. It was also an important ingredient to more than a dozen alchemic tonics.

Giladi wiped her blade down, sheathed it, and drew her knife to slice open the venom sacks. She didn’t plan this, but even if she didn’t need the venom, she could sell it in Bord, the town that was just beyond the forest. Giladi squeezed the sack’s contents in a small vial and sighed. Bord was the furthest human settlement out east, and only prospered because on the other side of the woods was Wrunelend. Ash Elves came through Bord first when they traveled out and passed through Bord last when they came back.

It’s where she was heading, and from there she could get to anywhere in the world. She stood up and wiped her gloves on the dirt. One thing nagged her. Hunter Spiders were most common when bred in captivity by the Spiderlings. They were like human bloodhounds, sent out to find prey. However, Spiderlings and Ash Elves like Giladi had good relationships. She couldn’t imagine why a pack of Hunter Spiders would have been so eager to attack her. Maybe they were feral. Giladi wasn’t sure if spiders could turn feral.

She pushed the concern out of her head and used her handkerchief to wipe the ichor off her face. Giladi ran her fingers through her alabaster hair, trying to get all the spider guts out. She wrung her locks out like a towel. Once she was sure she was as clean as possible, she checked her weapons, armor, and set out back into the woods.

Ash Elves called these woods the Survivors. Back in ancient times, before Wrunelend was its ashy, twisted self, the whole east was one big forest. These trees were the only ones left. The apocalyptic event that tore her people from their Pure Elf roots and set them on to their current path only reached this far.

The Survivors were old trees, reaching high into the sky and blocking out the sun. In summer, it was a moderate temperature. In winter, it was a moderate temperature. The Survivors were their own insulated world, a living reminder of the past. Ash Elves didn’t worship the forest, but they all had great respect for it.

For that reason, there were no roads either. Giladi hopped from root to root, soundlessly gliding between the trees. It was legend that every Ash Elf could navigate the Survivors by instinct alone, that they were born with a connection to the forest. She had no idea where that legend came from. The Ash Elves had very detailed maps of the Survivors and had to study them as school children.

Besides, as long as you went west you’d get out. There was no need for roads.

The size and density of the forest muted the sounds around her. It was that sort of quiet that hung in the air and gently smothered everything. She knew that humans found forests unsettling because of it, that they could never see or hear far. It was like having a blanket wrapped around your head.

Ash Elves didn’t have that problem. If Giladi focused hard enough, she could hear the smallest rustle, or the most distant chirp of birds. Even though a great ancient forest like the Survivors would have seemed like a vast sea of quiet to other races, to her it was a giant organism, talking to itself. The wind was its breath, the animals its blood, the timber its armor, and the leaves its hair.

It had its own teeth and claws too, but they weren’t for her.

The world had this idea that all Ash Elves were sneering, sinister demon summoners who could shoot lightning out of their fingers and open gates to the Great Dark. If they weren’t summoners, then they were cunning rogues and fleet footed assassins who would do anything for coin. All they knew was murder, all they understood was evil.

Giladi thought that was ridiculous. Summoners were rare, and you couldn’t have a whole society of rogues. They had generals, soldiers, bankers, merchants, persistent old women, creepy old men, blacksmiths, carpenters, bakers, farmers, builders, and everything the rest of the world had. Legends about Ash Elves were only that way because those who left Wrunelend were those kırşehir escort who could travel. That just happened to be summoners, rogues, or the rich.

She wasn’t going to combat those stereotypes however. Giladi was first trained with a sword before anything else. She wasn’t a rogue, and abhorred the practice of summoning, but was skilled enough with a blade that some dumb human would call her a “great swordsman.” Giladi wasn’t looking forward to that, but she couldn’t go back to Wrunelend.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Such was the life of an Ash Elf.

Giladi crouched on a root, ears perking up. Under the shuffle of leaves and the chirp of birds, she heard the skittering of legs. Dozens of them. She waited a moment, making sure she was hearing correctly. More Hunter Spiders, and she grimaced. If they were following her, that meant someone had trained them to hunt Ash Elves.

She wasn’t too keen on turning into Spiderling food, so Giladi drew her blade with the familiar hiss of steel and started running. The trees rushed past her in a brown blur. Giladi enjoyed running. She had a runner’s figure, with long legs and strong thighs, a toned ass, and modest B-breasts that were held tight by her tunic. Her ears bobbed with each footstep, her hair flying behind her. Running was relaxing, and she recalled the many hours spent running around her family’s estate. Round and round, from childhood to now, her mother and father watching with smiles.

What wasn’t relaxing were the sounds of Hunter Spiders getting closer.

Giladi landed next to a tall tree with branches running up its whole length. Before she could start moving again, something hit her in the back. There was no time to guess what it was, or how she didn’t hear it. Something pricked her calf, a bolt of pain arcing up her leg into her lower back. With a shriek, Giladi rolled over and swung at the same time. Her sword cut the blue Hunter Spider in half.

The skittering got louder, like approaching rain. She scrambled to her feet but her right leg wasn’t responding. It stuck out straight like a block of wood and dragged on the ground. Her chest heaved with effort. She could feel the venom in her system, creeping up her body like a lover’s fingers. Her left leg locked up and she fell face first, catching a mouthful of grass. Giladi tried to crawl away from the sounds, but the lower half of her body was dead weight. The paralytic reached her shoulders, then her arms, and then Giladi found she couldn’t move.

She tried to control her breathing as legs teetered into her vision. Giladi wasn’t sure if it was the venom or the fear that made it so hard to breathe. Probably the fear. For a woman who had once seen a demon butcher a squad of soldiers and glimpsed through a portal to the twilight of the Great Dark, nothing seemed as terrifying then as the dog-sized spiders spinning her in a web. Giladi wasn’t ready to die. She wanted to scream and kick, but she couldn’t. The venom wouldn’t even let her cry. The Survivors loomed over her. The webbing covered her eyes and the world went dark.

Giladi wasn’t sure when she passed out, or why when she finally woke up she was still alive, but she made sure to send a whole slew of prayers to the gods for her fortune. With the way her head felt, she imagined she was upside down. The paralytic had worn off a little, allowing her to squirm in her milky bindings. She wiggled her fingers into her belt where her knife was. At least one good thing about being captured by Hunter Spiders is that they didn’t frisk you for weapons.

Careful not to cut herself, she pulled her knife out and started to awkwardly saw at the cocoon. It was a weird angle, but she kept the blade sharpened and after a couple minutes of sawing, the tip broke through. Giladi wiggled more, tearing the hole wide. A gust of clean air struck her. Invigorated by the idea of freedom, she started to cut as quickly as she could.

When the hole was big enough, Giladi fell out of the sticky cocoon with a squeak. She nearly knocked herself back out by hitting her head on the ground. White strands of web clung to her armor and hair, and she slowly tested her limbs. Some of the venom lingered in her system, but she could move.

She could move. She was alive. Thank the gods.

The cave was dark, but so was most of Wrunelend and Ash Elves had excellent vision. Sluggishly, Giladi got to her feet and examined the small opening. Webbing covered the walls, small milky spheres stuck in clusters on the ground. Her cocoon had been suspended from the ceiling and swaying next to it were at least a dozen more of varying shapes and sizes. Rabbits, owls, deer, an Elk, and others were all still and wrapped as macabre silhouettes.

Giladi flexed her hands and tested her walking. She couldn’t hear anything at the moment but remained on edge. She hadn’t heard the Hunter Spider that bit her too. Now freed, she had some time to wonder about that. Hunter Spiders were bred for the chase. They didn’t ambush their prey.

Someone malatya escort was after the Elves, and she didn’t like that thought on bit.

With her knife in her hand, Giladi stalked through the winding cave passageways. She could see in the dark, but was no spelunker, and each turn just led to another web covered path. Sometimes she would stop and listen to skittering far in the distance, but they never came any closer to her. All she needed was something to give her a direction. A gust of air, a trail, anything at all.

Her foot caught on a piece of webbing and she nearly tripped. It wouldn’t release her boot, so she undid the straps and went bootless. Giladi grumbled. Those were good boots, and boots were worth their weight in gold when traveling. There was a reason they were the first things taken off corpses after a battle.

The tunnel opened up into a wide cavern, nearly indistinguishable from the rest. Web on the walls, webbed animals, and not a Hunter Spider in sight. On the far end was another tunnel, and with nowhere else to go, Giladi slipped into the open space, careful not to touch anything.

“My, my, you got out,” An unfamiliar voice cooed behind her. A chill crept its way up Giladi’s spine. “Tenacious little girl, aren’t you?”

She turned and blanched. Hugging the wall right above the tunnel she just exited was a Spiderling. The thing about Spiderlings were they were a lot like centaurs. Below its waist was a giant spider-body. Its torso was attached to the sternum and eight long legs sprouted form its oversized thorax. Giladi had seen plenty of male Spiderlings, and they were rarely taller than her, and often even shorter. The females were closer to the heights of Licani, somewhere between seven and eight feet tall.

Spiderling Matriarchs were twice the size of males, massive monsters that led whole colonies and could bear thousands of children.

The one in front of her was undoubtably a Matriarch. Her spider body was speckled with dark splotches. The human part of her was totally nude. Giladi could see the outline of her arbs and she had large double-D breasts, bright pink nipples hard from the cold. Her face was narrow and when she grinned, her mouth was full of crooked pin needle teeth. She had four beady yellow eyes and long, flowing red hair. She also had no naval, which made sense since Spiderlings came from eggs.

The Matriarch crawled down the wall slowly and with purpose. She would have been gorgeous if not for the unfortunate spider bits. Giladi wanted to run but didn’t see the point. She couldn’t even find her way out of the cave, and no doubt this Matriarch knew every nook and cranny. Best bet was to talk her way out of it.

“Do you always welcome your guests this way?” Giladi asked.

“Only the cute ones.” She cooed, saccharine voice dripping.

“I’m flattered, but you could have just sent one of your lackeys to invite me. The Hunter Spiders were a bit much.” Giladi watched the Matriarch touch down on the ground. She was fascinated with the way it moved. It was like the Matriarch was walking underwater or was surrounded by glass and had to be careful where her next step was. Giladi saw that underneath her human parts were a second pair of smaller spider legs that probably functioned as arms.

“Lackeys? I have no children here.” She hummed.

“I thought you Matriarchs always had children?” Giladi asked. The Matriarch giggled.

“I need a brood, yes. It’s quite lonely here, and your forest is quite large.” Her voice didn’t match her fearsome appearance. She sounded girly and airy, like a ditzy schoolgirl. The closer she got, the more Giladi saw their size difference. She was nearly twice as tall, and Giladi was just a few inches shy of seven feet.

Giladi took a cautious step back from the Matriarch as she got a bit too close for comfort. “The Survivors are mighty indeed.” She said.

“The Survivors, what an interesting name.”

“Why is a Matriarch all the way out here without a brood?”

“My home was so crowded. I just had to get away from it all, see the world, put down new roots.” It hummed.

“Well, welcome to the Survivors.”

“Thank you.”

“Mind telling me where the exit is? I wanted to be in Bord by the end of the week.” Giladi asked. The Matriarch blinked, four eyes fluttering. Her tiny spider arms rubbed against each other and she folded her arms under her massive breasts.

“It’s quite lonely here, dear,” breathed the Matriarch, and Giladi didn’t like her tone at all.

“Well, guess you’ve just got to find a male and then you can have yourself a brood.” She smiled nervously.

“There are no males here.”

“Shame then, that you’ll have move to another place then. There are some in Wrunelend.”

“No males, no males,” sighed the Matriarch, as she began her slow approach again. Giladi gripped her knife. “But you’re here. You’ll keep me company, won’t you?”

“I would hate to impose.”

“Nonsense, you wouldn’t be imposing, trust me.”

“Well, it’s niğde escort impolite to just overstay my welcome.”

“You just arrived.”

“My parents raised be to be courteous.”

“Smart. I’m sure you will be a fine parent yourself one day.” Giladi knew that she was nearly at the tunnel. Just a couple more steps.

“Ah, I’m not too sure. I don’t have a man in my life, and I don’t really want kids. They’re a lot of work.” She barked with nervous laughter. The Matriarch pouted.

“That’s a shame. I’d love children.”

“I’m sure you’ll have them one day.”

“Sooner that you’d think.” She hissed, and Giladi took that as her cue to run. She spun around and tried to take off, bolting forward. Something sticky latched onto her ankle and she fell forward, cracking her forehead on the ground. Groaning, Giladi was dragged back to the middle of the cavern. She scrambled for a handhold but couldn’t find one. Rolling on her back, she saw the Matriarch had shot a piece of webbing out of one of those small spider hands from the front, and they were now reeling her in. Giladi slashed at the tether with her knife, but it only ended up sticking instead.

“Let go, you arachnid bitch!” Giladi screamed.

“There are no males here,” The Matriarch cooed as she dragged her victim toward her, a moth in the web. “But you’re here. You’ll start my brood for me. I was promised that. I was promised a brood, as long as I paid.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Giladi rolled back on her stomach and tried to grab a rock to stop herself. Instead, splotches of web pinned her hands to the ground, immobilizing her. Giladi kicked and struggled before webbing tied her legs down too. And now there she was, on her hands and knees, ass hiked up in the air, and thrashing like a dog on a leash.

“You’re going to give me a brood.” The Matriarch said again.

“Eat shit,” Giladi snarled. “There are no males, you can’t do anything.” She looked over her shoulder to spit at the Matriarch but stopped herself. The Spiderling’s shadow fell over her, lips split into a lustful grin. From the far end of her thorax was a white tube. It glistened and dripped as it unrolled itself like a tapeworm. Giladi’s eyes widened in horror.

“You’re going to learn a wonderful secret of our race,” The Matriarch said, sultry voice oozing with need. “If there are no males around, us Matriarchs are hermaphroditic.”

“H-h-what?” Giladi stuttered, staring with wide eyes at the breeding tube.

“We can both impregnate and inseminate females of our race or another.” Her long legs tore at Giladi’s armor. She never realized just how sharp their legs were. The Matriarch shredded Giladi’s leather until it was nothing but ribbons falling off her body. She shivered in her newfound nudity, her dark nipples hardening from the cold.

“Woah, wait, we can talk about this, can’t we?” Giladi stammered, trying to wiggle herself free and instead putting on a show for the Matriarch.

“You’ll breed my first batch of eggs. That’s all I need from you,” Giladi’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, too shocked at the thought of being bred by a Spiderling to focus on anything else. “Once you’ve birthed my young, I will be finished with you. Then I will keep my promise.”

Promise? Birthing young? Giladi tried to protest but couldn’t find the words. She’d had sex before but was hardly experienced. She fucked a few boys in her training groups, but those were awkward teenage years and half of them couldn’t find her pussy. The only person she’d slept with as an adult was her uncle, but that was when she was drunk, and it was a moment of weakness. This was insane. This was –

Her thoughts were cut short as she felt the slimy tip of the tube press against her pussy. “Wait, wait, waitwaitw- Fuuuuuck me.” Giladi pushed her hips down to try to escape it, but there was no use. The breeding tube slipped past the lips of her pussy and crawled inside. She shuddered in revulsion and pleasure. It was smooth, wet, and cold, covered in a self-lubricate. Her cunt quivered around it and she felt an insane pressure in her guts. Giladi shook her head and tried to suppress her orgasm but it was no use as the tube tickled against her cervix.

Like a bitch, she came all over the Matriarch.

“You’re quite smooth though, dear. You’re going to be a good mother.”

“Fuck you.” Giladi breathed, trying to ignore the tube rubbing against her deepest bits.

“So eager,” giggled the Matriarch, and then the tube pushed further. Giladi’s moans turned to shrieks as her cervix was forced open and she was fucked deeper than she thought she’d ever be fucked. She dug her fingernails into her palms and bit her lips, groaning as inch after inch of the Matriarch slithered inside. Giladi felt he tube curl up in her womb, and when she looked down between her breasts she could see the twisted outline of it. Gods, she felt sick.

“First, the eggs.” The Matriarch said. Giladi wiggled and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. Something was pushed inside of her and she squealed as the sensation of the handball sized object being pushed into her cunt. She never thought she’d be filled with eggs, and the sensation of the egg plopping into her womb sent shocks of strange pleasure through her body. Giladi realized she was drooling and panting. She felt like a dog.

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2-5: Tunnel Chase

I had no hope of resisting. The CHAMPION had me pinned down with all four of his powerful arms, and both of his massive cocks were already buried deep inside me. He had effortlessly maxed out my Stim Points and now I was trapped in his breeding cycle. Even without the fact that my strength score was uselessly low, my mind was totally overwhelmed by the submissive urges being incepted by the game.

I was so lost in the sensation of the hot hard dick pounding my pussy, that I could barely even remember, and didn’t exactly care, that I was supposed to be a man. Orgasmic energy pulsed through my curvaceous body with every thrust. An irresistible pressure crawled up my spine as another rigid cock throbbed in my ass. I was moaning, squealing and begging for more as he plowed me into the dirt floor of the Breeding Pit! My body stretched around his driving members, electrified as they seemed to plunge deeper and deeper! All the while, watching helplessly as his DOUBLE PENETRATION ability quickly maxed out my Preggers bar (PREGGERS: 22-24-26-28-30!)

I heard him growl in triumphant ecstasy, ramming his twin cocks into me so deep and hard it stole my breath! I felt a hot, wet gush as he filled me with cum! The sudden rush of warmth made my head spin and the intense pressure sent an electrifying wave of orgasmic energy shuddering through every curve on my body.

“Oh my god! Oh YES!” It was still weird to hear myself squeal and moan in that distinctly feminine register. “Fill me up, my CHAMPION!”

I squirmed against the tight grip of his four big hands, mewling as both dicks pumped hot spunk into my ass and cunt. I felt the spurt and drip as my holes overflowed and cum oozed down my backside. Then there was an odd pressure, almost a spreading sensation as something firm and solid pushed through my vagina into my womb!

When the CHAMPION finally pulled out of me, every nerve and muscle in my body seemed to go numb all at once. I slumped onto the ground, gasping and nearly delirious. As my orgasmic tingling began to subside, I curled into a fetal position. I could feel something inside me, a warm, hard fullness, almost like there was a small round object lodged in…oh god, had he implanted an egg inside me?

YOUR PREGGERS BAR HAS BEEN MAXED! Appeared above me. BREEDER STIM BATTLE – 3/3 followed by the inevitable: YOU LOSE!! And then finally big red letters reading: YOU HAVE BEEN IMPREGNATED BY The CHAMPION!!

I could hear the Zauknoid audience roaring in approval as their gold skinned CHAMPION paraded before them, pumping four fists victoriously in the air. As my senses returned, I pushed up on my hands and knees. It was humiliating, watching him march triumphantly around the arena with his cum still dripping from ass and pussy.

I glanced at Crowther, bound and hanging on the X-frame across the pit. So much for our escape plan. It was hard to read the expression on his gagged face, somewhere between pity and disappointment. Realizing he had watched everything that had just happened to me brought a fresh sense of shame and I dropped my face into my dainty hands.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I started to turn but before I could do more than glance around, I was grabbed by a pair of big green hands! They pulled me up off my knees, and I found myself gazing up at the Pit Boss. He grabbed a handful of my green hair and yanked my head back. I let out an embarrassingly shrill yelp as he clipped the leash back onto the chain-link-collar around my neck!

“No!” I whined, grabbing at the leash far too lately.

He gave one simple tug, a wave of obedience crashed over my mind and my hands dropped to my sides. The corner of his bristly goatee lifted slightly as I wilted under the glare of his emotionless oval eyes.

“It is done,” his voice seemed to carry a hint of disappointment. “You will now take your place and become a proud mother of ZAUKs!”

On cue, a new notification began to glow yellow at the periphery of my vision: PREG.

I hung my head as another wave of humiliation rolled over me. The word “mother” wasn’t even supposed to be applicable to me. I was supposed to be a male, but now I was trapped in this female body, being used as breeding stock by an all-male race of aliens! Game or not, this was all so degrading.

After karaman escort my stunning defeat and impregnation, I further realized I’d be used this way, over and over and over… just like Eyla. Despite my success in the first two rounds, I hadn’t stood a chance against the CHAMPION. How would I ever? I couldn’t maintain TEASE with four arms grabbing me, his FACEFUCK ability countered my BLOWJOB skill, and I had no way to withstand his DOUBLE PENETRATION. I was going to be trapped in these Breeding Pits as long as I was trapped in this game!

“Your CHAMPION is like an SNK Boss,” I murmured, trying to ignore the growing tightness in my chest.

“He is your CHAMPION, as well,” the Pit Boss grinned, displaying a mouthful of needle-like teeth that sent a chill down my spine. “…if I heard you right.”

“I mean,” I growled trying to hide my blush. “He doesn’t play by the same rules…he’s just going to impregnate me every time, isn’t he?”

The Pit Boss pulled me closer and I came to him obediently. I noticed his face twitching slightly as he reached down and caressed my lower belly with a long gangly hand. We both felt the growing warmth within.

“You belong to the ZAUKs now, BREEDER.”

That word made my stomach tighten around the hardness filling my womb. Before I’d always taken it as an insult or maybe a threat, but now that there was a larval Zauknoid growing inside my body… I was a BREEDER…

Two normal ZAUKs approached and the Pit Boss began giving them instructions regarding Crowther.

I didn’t pay attention, instead fighting down the panic swelling through my chest. I wasn’t even supposed to have a womb, and now a gross alien tadpole was going to grow inside mine. Then I was going to have to give birth to it!

Eventually the Pit Boss tugged the leash and began leading me towards the back of the arena. I looked up at him and noticed he was still wearing the key to my collar. A very slim ray of hope beamed.

I glanced back at Crowther. Since I’d been distracted during their conversation, I wasn’t sure what would happen to him. I still wasn’t sure I trusted him, and he hadn’t done much to instill my confidence so far. I couldn’t do anything to help him just then anyway, but if I could get the key and rescue Eyla, then we could go after Crowther together!

I followed the Pit Boss, mind filled with compulsory obedience and feeling my boobs jiggling with each step. I crossed my arms over my chest, providing a bit of support and to cover up a little. I still hadn’t adjusted to the curves and sways of my female body, so I was hyperaware of my constant nakedness. That small embarrassment seemed to compound my submissive mindset. I felt more and more like the vulnerable young woman I looked like, and with that damn leash dominating my mind, getting that key began to seem like an impossible task. As long as the Pit Boss held my leash, I was just a powerless broodmare.

As we left the pit, he took me a different direction than usual. Instead of heading back towards the cell I shared with Eyla, we veered through a narrow passage to the left.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“To a safe birthing chamber,” the Pit Boss responded.

“But, Eyla gave birth in our chamber.”

“After your attempted escape today,” he snarled. “It seems unwise to put you two back together.”

“Oh, I see,” I murmured hanging my head. “Keep us separate, keep us docile…”

“Perhaps when you have both fully accepted your roles as BREEDERs,” the Pit Boss almost sounded almost apologetic. “I will allow you share a birthing chamber with your friend again.”

When I glanced up, he quickly looked away, but I saw his face doing that glitchy-twitch again. Before I could say anymore, he dragged me into another roughly hewn cell.

It wasn’t much different from the one I’d shared with Eyla; twenty feet or so, roughly spherical with chains and manacles hanging from the wall. I still couldn’t resist as the Pit Boss led me to one of the longer chains and attached it to my collar. I tugged at the chain, knowing it’d be more than enough to hold me, but at least I’d be able to move around this time.

“So what happens now?” I asked sullenly.

“You will grow and birth a strong young Zauknoid,” he replied, unclipping my leash and stepping back.

My eyes drifted downward, lingering on the key around his neck. I had to get it! “And then I face the CHAMPION in the pit again?”

“Yes,” that hint of disappointment returned to his voice. “The CHAMPION takes great pride in fertilizing the few BREEDERs who reach him.”

“And what about you,” I asked. “Will it be a three way every time?”

“No, not now…” he trailed off, his face twitching.

“Then why was it today?” I crossed my arms under my breasts and tried subtly to push them up and towards him.

“I…I have wanted you, s-since you arrived,” his gaze dipped towards my chest.

“Because I’m special, right?” I tried to put a sultry edge in my voice and cocked my hips to accentuate my feminine kars escort figure. “That’s what you said when you changed the rules: ‘special breeding’…”

“Y-yes,” his face was twitching hard. “But now you’re bearing the CHAMPION’s seed and you will no doubt birth strong ALPHA’s, bringing great strength to the ZAUKs!”

“You could have me now.” I walked to the end of the chain, switching my hips from side to side. Feeling the grace in their roll even gave me a little charge! My own eyes dropped to his cock and part of me imagined how warm and hard it would feel in my hand, how good it would feel thrusting into me!

Blinking those kinds of thoughts away, the other part of me lifted my eyes to his and licked my lips. They felt plump and pillowy under my tongue. For some reason the Pit Boss thought I was special and seemed to want something more from me. Maybe if I gave it to him, he’d be distracted enough for me to grab the key and get free. I was the seductress after all, wasn’t I?

“You want me to accept my place as a breeder,” I purred. “You can teach me…”

Finally, the Pit Boss came forward. I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck and get my hands on that key… but he grabbed my wrists and shoved me back against the wall! Without the leash connected to my collar, there was no flood of submissive urges, but the Pit Boss was still much stronger than me. He pulled my arms above my head, crossing my wrists and pinning them in place with one hand. Instinctively, I tried to pull loose but I was far too weak.

I grit my teeth against a little rush of frustration, reminding myself this was part of my role as seductress. I didn’t have brute strength, I had wits, charm and a rocking body. The plan wasn’t to hold him down and take the key. I had to be patient, use my vulnerability to draw him in, get him to drop his guard!

I squealed in surprise when his free hand grabbed my breast and a starburst of sensation rippled through my chest (SP: 5)! He kneaded my firm orb gingerly, making me absolutely writhe as wave after wave of scintillating tingles flowed through my torso (SP: 6-7-8). I moaned loudly, changing pitch and tremor for every squeeze and twist as he fondled me (SP: 9-10).

He grinned, playing me like an instrument before sliding his thumb over my stiffening nipple. My mouth dropped open as he began rubbing my sensitive areola in an agonizingly slow circle (SP: 11). I trembled, breath caught in my throat, gazing up into his ovular eyes and wordlessly begging as his teasing quickly became tortuous (SP: 12).

“Yes, quite responsive,” he said in mocking appraisal. “Your breasts are extremely sensitive, aren’t they?” Mouth still gaping, I could only offer a shuddery nod. “Good, tomorrow you’ll be ready to be milked.”

“M-muh-milked?!” I whimpered through trembling lips. I hadn’t even considered that possibility! Eyla hadn’t mentioned anything like that. Of course, I had cut her off not wanting to hear about the entire process. Now I was about to live it.

I noticed the PREG status notification, glowing a deeper yellow now.

“It will become a regular part of your life as a BREEDER,” he said, pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger (SP:13). “Your children will be born with a full set of teeth,” he explained, gnashing his own needles as a visual aid. “As you can imagine this makes breast feeding quite impossible, as these delectable little udders would be shredded beyond repair!”

I couldn’t help but imagine the squirmy green larva sinking his fangs into my boob! I winced, a chill racing up my spine.

“That’s right,” he grinned seeing my reaction. “And a prized mare like you should be treated much more…delicately…”

I trembled, biting my lip to keep from whimpering as he rolled my captured nipple back and forth between his thumb and finger (SP: 14). Anxious heat rose through my chest, chasing away the fearful chill and flushing my neck and cheeks. He began to stroke and pull on the firm rosy nub, and I began gasping and moaning at each firm tug (SP: 15-16-17).

“You will likely give birth in two days,” he went on. “So tomorrow you will need to be milked, and the milk saved to feed your baby.” My nipple ached, swelling between his fingers as he continued tugging on it (SP: 18-19). “And if size and sensitivity is any indication, you’ll provide an extra full portion!”

His big hand tightened around my breast, triggering a starburst of anxious sparks that left every curve on my body shivering. He held me firmly in place, squeezing tightly, kneading the firm mound until I groaned and white liquid trickled from my swollen nipple (SP: 20)! My knees quivered together as a matching wetness pooled between my thighs.

“Oooh!” the Pit Boss leaned forward, his long tongue swirling over my leaking nipple (SP:21) as he lapped up the milk. “Quite delicious!”

I couldn’t believe how sensitive my tits were as he continued to grope me. Feeling his rough fingers curled around my plump orb sent electricity racing through my chest (SP: 22). I moaned shrilly kıbrıs escort as his tight grip coaxed more of the white liquid from my nipple (SP: 23). I’m not sure which was stranger, seeing my chest producing milk, or watching his slimy alien tongue lick it off my breasts!

I slumped against the wall gasping for breath as erotic energy set my heart pounding. Another tremor crawled down my long legs as I felt the slickness between them.

“So delicious,” the Pit Boss was licking his lips, even as they twitched. “Makes me wonder how the rest of you tastes!”

“The rest of me!?” I gasped even as his hand dropped from my tit to my pussy! His thick fingers slid through my slit, coating themselves in my wetness (SP: 24). “Hey…wait a sec…” I whimpered as he spread me wide open and stroked the silky folds of my labia. I couldn’t hold back a tremulous moan or keep myself from melting as he pushed two thick fingers inside me (SP: 25). He pumped me twice and my pussy gushed in obedient response (SP: 26-27).

“The rest of you…” He withdrew his fingers, lifting them to his mouth and licking them clean of my juices! “So very delicious!”

My head was buzzing. So much so I couldn’t seem to form any words…not that he waited for me to speak. Before I knew it, I was on my back with the Pit Boss spreading my legs. I wasn’t quite sure what he wanted but I knew I was going to give it to him! He leaned down and I felt his tongue slither though my slit! An electric current surged up my spine making me whimper as my entire bottom half shook (SP: 30).

I felt his hands on the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs up and splaying my cunt wide open. He nipped at my delicate petals with those needle-like teeth, holding me in place when I jumped and squirmed. Then his slimy tongue slid between my pussy lips, squirming against the silky flesh as an irresistible heat rushed through my torso (SP:31). I moaned loudly, feeling the tip pushing in to find my clit (SP: 34)!

My pussy continued to gush as the snake-like tongue writhed over my button (SP: 35). I quivered in response as scintillating tingles danced through my hips and down my legs (SP: 36). I could feel my clit swelling against his squirming tongue, somehow becoming even more sensitive as he began to tease my hot little nub ruthlessly (SP: 37). He lapped and slurped, sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through me (SP: 38-39), even nipping the vulnerable node with those sharp teeth (SP: 40) and laughing when I yelped anxiously.

Pushing my knees down against my side, he dragged his tongue through my pussy, sending a bolt of lightning up my spine. I moaned pleadingly, feeling every curve shake. He did it again and again, lapping at my electrified cunt, keeping me pinned no matter how hard each lick made me buck (SP: 41-42).

Finally done teasing me, his tongue slid down through my soaked pussy lips and slithered into my vagina (SP: 44). I squealed feeling his tongue coiled inside me, writhing slickly against my walls and turning my insides into molted lead (SP: 47). His lips engulfed my pussy, sucking urgently at my gushing juices, even as his tongue squirmed deeper inside me (SP: 48). Sharp teeth scraped and teased the delicate folds of my labia (SP: 49). I could feel him wiggling and sliding through my pussy, triggering pulses of orgasmic energy (SP: 50!).

My legs kicked and spasmed as the building pressure released all at once! The scintillating rush surged through me as I climaxed, screaming and clutching his big, rubbery head between my trembling thighs. His tongue squirmed even deeper, coiling and wriggling inside me, making me shake and quiver, mewling as every twitch seemed to prolong the orgasm.

My cunt flowed with hot sticky juices and it wasn’t until the Pit Boss seemed to have his fill, that he finally released my legs. I sprawled on the floor, squirming and gasping.

“Delicious,” he murmured, getting to his feet. “I must go now,” he said, looking down as me with a satisfied grin. “The other BREEDER will face Draknut soon.”

“Eyla… Oh no…” I murmured, realizing through my orgasmic haze, she was about to find out our plan had failed…as she was taken to the pit to be impregnated once more.

I remembered the look she’d given me just before I was taken. The fear and disgust of enduring another Zauknoid pregnancy playing clearly across her face. The shame of having let her down brought the sting of welling tears to my eyes. Likewise, remembering her anxiety brought a rush of dread for my own pregnancy.

“Wait…” I whimpered, pushing up on my elbows. “Please, take me back there? I need to be with her. Please?”

The Pit Boss paused at the door and I noticed the key around his neck. I had forgotten about that all together!

“As I said, when you’ve accepted your role, BREEDER.”

He shut and locked the door, leaving me chained and alone. I pushed myself back to a seated position, leaning against the wall. The day had turned out a colossal failure on every level: the escape plan being discovered, losing my Breeder Battle, letting the Pit Boss turn my attempted seduction against me. Even without the leash attached to my collar, he’d dominated me almost effortlessly. If I was going to play seductress, I had to learn how to keep my head in these situations! Maybe I wasn’t the femme fatale after all, just a horny bimbo.

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He sits back on his grand throne and peers through the water which gives him a glimpse of the year 2062, and immediately next to it is another bowl of water depicting the year 450BC. On one hand he sees a colossal deep space station far from earth and populated with many sapient beings thriving in an unimagined manner.

Then he is looking to the Ancient plains of Egypt, he sees a young woman named Auletes, eighteen years old and laying on a rooftop in a bed naked and looking up to the stars in the sky. She lusts after something different and I see the depth in her eyes, awareness beyond her years, or her time in history.

Whilst turning his attention to the future he sees this woman named Alice, twenty five years old. She looks out of a window with the view of the large rotating masses of flat spherical appendages of a main sphere which contains all those whom govern this station. She too lays naked in her bed staring out into the dark abyss. Soon though their eyes had closed and they retired to the land of dreams, and now the time came to do his work. He summoned them and soon they appeared before him in a whitened room. They remained in a state of undress.

Auletes enquires, “Is this the afterlife?”

“Allow me to explain, my name is Aurrahbourn. I am keeper of the Mists and I have selected the two of you for navigation through the Mists of Time. The two of you may switch places for a period of one day. Then you may choose to stay or to return to your lives.”

“Are you God?” Alice enquired.

“No, and before you ask yes, there exists a group of deities, however they strive to preserve the balance and not take sides or intervene in the matters of sapient life,” he replied.

“Why have you chosen us?” Auletes enquired.

“I have seen knowledge beyond each of your years and your time,” He said to them.

“The last day,” Alice said to him in an inquisitive manner.

He let out a chuckle of laughter and shook his head.

“Oh the misguided nature of some humans, many dates have been issued and they miss the point time and time again,” he replied.

“Do you know when the end will come,” Alice asked him.

“No and neither do any of the deities; they will not pick a date and bring humanity or any other species forth for judgement.” He answered her.

“What do you mean by other species,” Auletes enquired.

“The planet you are on is not the only one and has never been the only one with life on it,” He said to her.

He then placed his palm on her forehead and transferred the knowledge of the universe in a limited amount as too much would have incapacitated and killed her.

Alice looks on and ushers me with a look in her eyes to do the same.

“The knowledge you need to live in each other’s time is now imparted to you, ready to begin?”

They both looked at each other and then back to him and nodded. He then dipped a hand in the water of their respective times.

“Alice lay down over there and Auletes you lay over here” he instructed them.

His hand dipped in the bowl portraying the future and slid it over Auletes body and created a sheen and as he cupped her gorgeously exposed breasts and slid his hand over her tight and flat chest moving down to her bushy vagina. He moved back over her navel and let a few drops fall in.

He then stepped toward Alice to repeated the procedure, it is precisely the same apart from Alice’s smooth shaven vagina. He stepped back and they were now teleported to their respective times. Auletes awoke to the void of space in her self-contained apartment within the deep space station.

She sees the window and the unprecedented view she now looks upon. Many a night she looked up and wondered what was among the stars and now here she was among them within the depths of the dark abyss. She looked down on her deliciously exposed body, Aurrahbourn had seen to it and it was now shaved. She garnered a view of it she had never seen before. It was quite eerie the quietness of the space station that now dawned on her. However, with the knowledge that was gebze escort imparted upon her there was no trouble adjusting. She looked at the clock and realised she still had time to sleep and with that she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

(Meanwhile)

Alice found herself on the same rooftop as Auletes was on not so long ago, she could still feel the warmth from her body on the bed and in between the sheets. She was on the rooftop of a rather high class building in Egypt. She would later find out Auletes was the daughter of the Pharaoh’s brother and as such lived a lavish life. Alice looked around and for the first time in her life there was nothing electrical and she saw the night sky from a planet for the first time in a long while. She had visited earth and other planets a few times when she was younger but couldn’t remember much apart from a few details. The smell of the air and the sight of the darkened ancient city streets had awoken many hidden desires. She too laid her head to sleep and awaited the morning.

(Back to Auletes)

Auletes awoke with a great view and looked out and saw the images of a blue sky and rolling hills on the windows, she switched over to the view of the abyss and found it beautiful. She turned the sky back on and got dressed, she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which flattered her figure and she soon got used to clothing she had never worn before. She grabbed the key which was a card to be swiped, slipped it into her pocket and walked out the door which slid open.

The corridor was well lit and illuminated the people of the station began to fill the corridor. Auletes decided to use another name she decided on Alina and went on her way.

She looked around at her surroundings and the many different aliens on the station. It was an amazing sight which, she met with excitement not fear. She soon got to a canteen and sat down for some breakfast and enjoyed the sight about her. She was soon greeted by a friendly alien, he looked mostly human however, his eyes which were completely silver and his chin had a slightly longer and tapered point.

They got to talking and soon they were back in Alina’s cabin and going at it. She slowly lifted up her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor and then locked lips with the alien and the soon found themselves on the bed, the alien lifted up and pulled her trousers down and pushed them one side. He nipped her chin and slowly kissed his way down her exposed naked body.

She soon pulled down his trousers and pulled out his cock which was surprisingly human in its look but the testicles were of course internal. She slowly licked and swirled her tongue around his cock and first put the tip in her mouth and soon she slowly inched her way to the base and repeated the procedure.

She then laid him on the bed and offered her juicy ass to him. He began to lick out her pussy with a surprisingly long tongue which was only surpassed in length by his cock, which she also had in her mouth and the sensation was sending shockwaves through her entire body.

He soon inched forward to the edge of the bed and soon stood up with her mouth still enveloped over his cock and sucking with what seemed like thousands of years of experience, little did he know. His strength showed as he had no problem keeping her suspended.

Soon she wanted to switch positions and moved her hands from his waist and placed them firmly on the floor. She removed her mouth from his cock and told him, “You can let go”. So he did and she then whilst standing on her hands she stepped two steps forward and gingerly and turned her legs one at a time and soon stepped on her feet and lifted her torso up and turned to face him.

“Wow, you are amazing,” he said.

Without saying a word she walked up to him and placed her arms around her neck and hopped on to him wrapping her legs around his waist. She then slid down on his cock and slowly moved up and down. She slowly increased the tempo and continued the lustful fucking. All the while their eyes were intently fixed on one another as the shared the ecstasy in the depths of darkest space.

The moved around the room and then placed themselves on a couch and continued the pace and she enjoyed the deed she gümüşhane escort was doing and was feeling the pleasure as her vagina wrapped around his cock and the feeling of repeated penetration thrilled and delighted her to no end.

She gyrated on his cock and felt the impending orgasm coming for both of them. Soon she let go as did he and they climaxed together seemingly in unison and as wave after wave of his alien jizz shot into her she loved the warm feeling. She got off his cock and spotted the green jizz dripping from her vagina and down her leg. She sat down on the floor and laid back, he lay down next to her and the both looked at each other and then out into space and the joy of their deed showed throughout their entire bodies.

Aurrahbourn looked upon the scene and smiled seeing the woman now known as Alina caught her breath after a great few hours of sexual pleasure. He saw she had adapted more than even he had expected. He now turned his attention to the events surrounding Alice.

She awoke in the large opulent bed seeming befit for royalty. A warm breeze flew in as she awoke on the rooftop Alina had fallen asleep on not so long ago. She had around her a servant, Akram had served Alina for many years, and in fact he pretty much raised her, being of royal blood she was certainly blessed with a life of opulence.

“A very good morning Ma’am,” Akram said in a rather formal tone.

He held a robe up for Alice and she wrapped it around her. She went down into the house and got properly dressed. A simple white rope with a purple ribbon wrapped around the waist. Her outfit wrapped around her left shoulder and exposed her right.

“Your father regrets he cannot be here today as he is meeting with the Pharaoh.” Akram said. “Thank you, Akram I shall be in the gardens for the rest of the morning.” Alice replied.

Alice stepped into the garden, her sandals rustling through the grass she basks in the sunshine and enjoys the feel on her skin. It was something she missed growing up on a space station. She spotted Imran one of the groundskeeper. He had a look which pleased her and she sought to have some fun.

She pulled him to one side they locked lips and the look in her eyes told Imran everything he needed to know about coming events. The found a small patch of shadow in a hidden corner and began to remove each other’s clothes. Alice pushed Imran against the wall and removed his robe and inserted his erect member into her mouth and she began to suck away with many thousands of years of experience.

She cupped his balls and tickled them slightly; all the while she continued to suck away at his throbbing cock. She removed her lips and began to stroke; she took some of the precum and licked it of her fingers. She then turned around and seductively bent over and turned her head to him and waved a finger indicating what he must do. So he slid his member into her pussy and started slow and steady.

He pumped away in slow steady thrusts and soon lifted the tempo and began to add some gusto to his actions and Alice responded in high spirits, very high spirits. She placed her hands on the ground to steady herself as Imran pumped away. Each thrust filled her with ecstasy and she enjoyed every single second of it.

The bright Egyptian sun soon illuminated the patch of shade they had started in. Alice as now on top of Imran and they were on the ground fucking away. She gyrated moved her body around on his cock and just leaned back and moved up and down with focused thrusts and with a determination with she had all through her life.

She went up and down building up to a climax her orgasm was imminent. She soon felt it ripping through her body and it felt beautiful. Soon after Imran was ready to blow and he did so in spectacular fashion as her vagina gripped around his cock and the hot jizz shot into her and left her dazed as she sat back on the ground catching her breath.

Aurrahbourn looked upon this spectacle on smiled. Desires were awoken inside him viewing these two women enjoying sexual liaisons. He looked upon them as they soon laid their heads to rest in their respective new lives. Their time was soon up and once again they found themselves naked and stood in front izmir escort of Aurrahbourn yet again.

“How did you found it ladies,” He asked.

“It seems you watched us all the while,” Alina replied.

“That would be correct,” he replied.

“It was great to be on earth, I had never seen it before, thank you for that,” Alice replied.

“Well watching the two of you has awoken desires I thought have been long since dead. I feel intimacy is not really a problem for any of us especially at this moment.”

“We agree,” the ladies said in unison.

“Just to make it a little easier you should refer to me as Aaron,” He said.

The room then turned into the depths of space it was something that Aaron had the ability to do so. He wished to spend with the two of them as they would too become immortal.

A bed appears and the three naked forms took to it. Aaron leaned back on the headboard and watched as the two women locked lips and embraced in a passionate manner. The then turned to him and set about his cock in a lustful manner. Alina sucked his cock as Alice cupped his balls in her mouth. The feeling of a double blow job even made an immortal feel as though he could die right now and be contented.

The ladies then switched places, Alina began with her tongue around his balls and Alice’s cock sucking abilities seemed unmatched as she went up and done constantly ramming his cock against the back of his throat. This continued as the ecstasy filled their very souls at that very moment.

Alice got off his cock and placed her vagina on his face and Aaron began to lick away and Alice revelled in the pleasure that was flowing through her veins. Alina meanwhile had got Aaron’s cock buried into her asshole and began to move up and down. All the while she was increasing the tempo as she acclimatised to his cock in her ass. She had never tried it before and now loved every single second of it deep inside her.

Alice’s pussy juice was spraying out of her she felt the tongue of Aaron pleasuring every inch of her now gorged pussy. It was wet and tingling and really made her want even more from Aaron’s centuries experienced tongue.

By now Alina was up and down Aaron’s cock as she soon got off for Alice to give it a go. Alice started with her pussy and eased herself onto his cock, she face away from him as she signalled Alina to offer her ass to Alice’s awaiting tongue, Aaron pumped his cock in and out Alice as he lay on the bed. Whilst this went on Alice began licking Alina’s now gaping asshole and lapped all the moisture that was present. Aaron signalled Alina over to him and then edged his way to the bed’s edge and grabbed Alice’s torso with his left hand and gripped her right leg with his right hand.

Aaron them stood up and began to pump away as Alice grinned in delight. Alina, got off the bed and to her knees and cupped his balls into her mouth as Alice was being pounded by Aaron’s cock.

Alice let out primal sounds as the ecstasy continued its occupation of every neuron and synapse of her brain. Alina got up and grabbed Alice she turned her upside down, all the while on Aaron’s cock. Once she was upside down Aaron had gripped her legs, Alina lifted Alice till she was perpendicular with Aaron’s waist, she stood over Alice’s mouth and gripped her arms and Alice began to lick away at Alina’s pussy. This sensation was driving Alice mad as was suspended, pleasuring and being pleasured.

Alice seemed ready to blow, and she did and her orgasm rocked through her, it was soon followed by Alina and it was made extra special by her particular position. Aaron soon felt an impending explosion.

“You ladies want some cum,” Aaron asked.

“Yes,” the ladies replied in unison.

“Let me give it to you,” Aaron said.

Alina lifted Alice off Aaron’s cock and the got to their knees as he soon shot his load in each of their faces and it was substantial as it shot on to their faces. They each sucked the last bit of cum into their mouths.

“We need to wash this off Aaron,” Alice said to him.

Aaron then snapped his fingers and they were in a jungle next to a jungle pool and waterfall.

“Why don’t you dive in, it’s more than deep enough,” Aaron said.

Alina dove in first, a graceful swan dive into the pool below, her head emerged from the water and she watched Alice jump in, she then emerged next to Alina and they embraced each other. Aaron soon dove in and appeared next to the ladies.

“You two up for another round,” Aaron asked.

Both ladies gave an approving nod.

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Preface 3

It was Samantha’s second night of the second week with Gronxok, the gray skinned goblin like alien with two cocks. As they lay in his bed spooning, she heard Gronxok’s snores and thought about how much longer she would have to be with him. Not that she was really complaining at this point.

In the beginning she had been terrified of Gronxok, having never seen him in this state of heat before.

And the first intrusion of his burning hot cocks into her tight pink pussy and virgin asshole was very painful and uncomfortable but she had gotten used to it in a couple of minutes, thanks to the lubes she had applied earlier. Then she couldn’t seem to stop cumming on the alien dicks.

Yet, the first week had been difficult. Pishach males were very aggressive when in heat, especially in the stage that Gronxok had reached. She had had to endure painful slaps, spankings, pinches and bites every time she did something that displeased him. But she seemed to have discovered her submissive side because of that. All the rough treatment had aroused her intensely.

Like on the first night that they were together; she had spent most of the afternoon and evening being his fuck-toy. For most of that time, she had had to accommodate his twin cocks inside her, he wouldn’t even allow her to separate from him while eating their meal.

She had had to hobble to the replicator device in the cabin with Gronxok’s cocks still inside her and him hugging her tightly from behind, groping and squeezing her tits, licking and kissing her ears and cheeks.

As she stood waiting for the replicator to prepare their standard issue meals, Gronxok had started thrusting in and out of her again. She had to wait for him to ejaculate inside her for the umpteenth time that day before she could pick up their meal packs and turn around.

But even then, he wouldn’t withdraw from her. So, they hobbled back to the bed, still connected together, his semen dripping down her sexy white thighs from both her holes, and they had their meal with her sitting in his lap with him still deep inside her.

While it was uncomfortable and she didn’t exactly cum throughout that experience, she was still highly aroused and couldn’t wait to finish eating so they could start properly fucking again.

And later that night when it was time to sleep, Gronxok had spooned her, still remaining inside her.

She had then pulled away from him to get more comfortable, pushing his dicks out of her. That was a mistake.

Gronxok had flown into a rage and sat up. He’d roared loudly and first spanked her ass had for a good couple of minutes. Then he flipped her onto her back and slapped, squeezed and pulled her big round melons, lifting her off the bed. He twisted her nipples, slapped her belly and thighs and then he pinched and pulled her pussy.

Samantha was crying out in pain as she realized why Pishaach females usually stayed in the same position that the male left them in, while they were mating.

Samantha also realized at that moment that she was incredibly turned on by being treated like that and by the time Gronxok was done punishing her, her pussy was soaking wet.

She found herself begging, “OOOHHHHhhhhh!!! …. Gronxokkk … fuck me …fuck me please! … Gronxok … I want your cocks inside me …. please fuck me … take me …. Gronxokkk ….!”

And when Gronxok had growled and laid on top of her, she had quickly grabbed both of his burning hot cocks and aligned them with her two openings. As soon as he had plunged inside her, Samantha had squirted and started cumming, “AAAARRGGHHHHH …. AAAAHHHHHHUUUU …. UUUFFFFF … FFFUUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEE …… MY ASSS IS BURNIINNGG …PUSSYY IS ON FIIIRE …. AND I LOVE IT …. I LOVE YOUR COCKS …. GRONXOKKKK … TWO COCKSSSS ….. FFFUCCKK MEE HAAARDD …. I’M YOUR WHHOOOREE …. FFFUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEE …. YEEESSSSS …. AAAAUUUUUUWWWOO …OOOOHHHHH ….HHHAAUUNNHHH ….HHhhh mmmm …mmmhhhh …hhhh oooo … fffff …ffaaaccckkkk ….oohh fuck …ooohh FUCK!”

Now, this second night of the second week, as she lay on the bed naked, exhausted once again after hours and hours of almost non-stop fucking, with the Pishaach spooning her from behind, she involuntarily started squeezing his cocks inside her with the muscles of her pussy and ass as she recalled their first night together.

The good Dr Denfe had prescribed some medication for her so that her human body would not just endure but also actually enjoy the non-stop copulation that it wasn’t designed for.

With the help of the medications, aphrodisiacs and lubes her delicate pussy and ass had been able to survive the continuous onslaught mostly uninjured. Whatever little wounds she got on the inside by the hard fucking and on the outside by the rough fondling, sucking and biting that she had been subjected to, especially on her lovely big breasts, round ass and shapely thighs, were all instantly getting cured by the ointments she had been asked to apply every day.

Samantha had become van escort cocky after the first two days with Gronxok and forgot that it was the medications, ointments, etc that were keeping her pussy and ass well lubricated for the Pishaach’s twin dicks. So she had neglected to use them that day.

The first two sessions with Gronxok went well for her but by the third time, she was an exhausted mess and she spent a good half hour screaming with pain and whimpering with exhaustion as the gray goblin relentlessly banged her even harder.

After that experience, Samantha never missed even a single dose of her medication and religiously kept herself well lubed.

So Mrs Samantha Kane was now in a state of near constant arousal.

She had become a complete whore and cum-slut for the alien that she was supposed to be ‘just helping with a medical issue’.

As she lay on the bed, squeezing the two alien cocks inside her, Samantha tried to suppress her feelings of guilt as she tried hard not to think of her husband whom she was betraying for the sake of her mission’s success. As far as she knew, he had been told that the ship that she was on, the Mazakarat, was observing total radio silence for a week.

Now that the one week was over, her Jack would be trying to get in touch with her. She just hoped that the Captain and the others had given him a believable story about why she couldn’t speak to him.

If he suspected that anything was wrong he would drop everything and speed to the Mazakarat. She shuddered at the thought of her husband finding out what she was up to; her ideal life would turn into a living nightmare.

“Oh Gronxok” she whispered, “I hope your heat ends soon and you’re back to the normal gentle Pishaach scholar we all know … and I can get back to my life as an ambassador of Terra Prime (Earth) and a respectable, loyal wife and mother … from being a slut for Pishaach cocks.”

She suddenly had an idea that maybe now that Gronxok was asleep, she could sneak in a hyperspace call to her Jack. She did miss her husband, his gentle caresses, his voice, the sound of his laughter … his unquestioning love.

With tears in her eyes, Samantha relaxed her ass and pussy muscles and moved her pelvis slightly, hoping to slowly slide the two alien penises out from her.

She giggled wickedly at the thought of being punished by Gronxok again if she got caught.

“What’s wrong with me?” she thought, “I’m sad and sorry for betraying my husband and am missing him terribly but at the same time I’m getting excited at the thought of having rough sex with this alien! … it must be all the meds and aphrodisiacs I’m taking, I hope.”

As she started sliding away from Gronxok, his cocks still halfway inside her, she felt him stir behind her. She felt him moving his hand from her sexy belly up to her luscious breasts and start to slowly knead them.

She moaned, “Hhmmmmmm … mmhhh” as he softly pinched her sensitive nipples. Then she heard him growl, “Grm tash shlapp!”

He thrust his hard cocks back fully into her, making her yelp, “AOOWW!”

Then he said, “Shlapp, yr gu tmakh?”

As waves of pleasure once again started radiating throughout her body from her pussy, ass and breasts, all she could say in reply was, “Ooooohhhhhhh … yesss … fuck me Gronxok … keep fucking me!”

He pushed her onto her stomach and lay on top of her, slowly fucking her ass and pussy, squeezing her tits, licking and kissing her ears and face from behind and growling guttural words into her ear.

The last thought that Samantha had before succumbing completely once again to the mindless ecstasy and pleasure of the mating that she had been experiencing for the past few days were, “Gronxok isn’t just growling, he speaking words …. he’s getting better!”

After an all night bout of copulation, Samantha woke up late the next day. She checked the calender; it was the third day of the second week that she was with Gronxok.

Suddenly she was shocked as she realized two things. The first was that Gronxok was still deep asleep; usually by this time he would already be shafting in and out of her, even if she was sleeping.

The second thing she realized was that after over a week, she had gone to sleep without his cocks still inside her.

She quickly went into the bathroom to freshen up. She took a long hot bath and took her time, applying the instant healing ointments on the wounds and love bites on her sexy body and then lubing herself up again and taking her meds and aphrodisiacs.

When she came out, Gronxok was still on the bed snoring away.

So she had her first meal in over week without the alien’s cocks pulsing inside her pussy and ass.

When he still hadn’t woken up, she decided to take a chance to call up her husband.

Just then, the communicator in the cabin went, “Dr Denfe to Ambassador Samantha Kane.”

Sighing, Samantha replied, “Yes.”

Dr Denfe said, “Good morning Ambassador, how are you today?”

Samantha yalova escort replied, “Good morning doctor. I’m fine. And you?”

Dr Denfe said, sounding surprised, “I’m good too … um isn’t Prof Gronxok there …?”

Samantha blushed with embarrassment as she recalled every conversation she had had with the doctor over the past few days; she was always screaming in ecstasy as she spoke to the doctor through the throes of her multiple orgasms.

“He’s asleep … surprisingly … um doctor, I think we may be making progress. Last night he was speaking in some strange language, perhaps the prehistoric Pishaach language that your documentation had mentioned, instead of only growling and gasping.

“Hmmm … that is progress.” Dr Denfe said thoughtfully, “Though not at the pace that I had hoped for. Ambassador, when I had suggested that you spend time with Prof Gronxok, I had hoped that he would be completely back to normal within a week.

“But from what you tell me, his cooling off might take a full four week period. If he is speaking prehistoric Pishaach now, then he should be able to recognize you by next week and during the fourth week should have all his mental faculties back … but he would still be in a state of arousal then. He can be left alone safely only after the fourth week.”

Samantha said, “I understand … the meds you have prescribed are helping a lot. I wouldn’t have made it through the past week otherwise. I’ll see this whole thing through, doctor. The mission must not fail.”

“Samantha,” the doctor replied, “there will be a few changes in Gronxok as he slowly goes back to normal. I’m sending you some more documentation to go through. He will probably sleep throughout the day today. But you can expect a … well .. um …a …”

“A busy night?” Samantha finished the doctor’s sentence.

“Yes.” Dr Denfe replied, “Please make sure you go through the documentation thoroughly to avoid any unpleasant surprises.

“And Samantha, there’s one more thing. Your husband has been calling asking to speak to you. I don’t think Blubarb or the Captain can stall him much longer.”

“Yes, I wanted to speak to him anyway. Is it okay if I leave Gronxok alone for some time? I want to speak to Jack from my own cabin alone.”

“Certainly. But please ensure that you are back there by evening. Gronxok should awake only after ten more hours … and make sure you read the documentation or all our progress made with him can be undone in a day.”

“Yes doc, thanks.” Samantha replied and signed out.

Taking one last look at the snoring Pishaach on the bed, she ran, still stark naked back to her cabin.

There she put on her blue Galactic Alliance uniform and made a hyperspace video call to her husband.

“Samantha! I was starting to get worried! How are you?” said Jack.

Looking at the obvious relief on the handsome face of her trusting husband, Samantha felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She replied, “Jack, baby I miss you so much! … Yes, I’m okay … things here have been kind of crazy … you know, the usual cloak and dagger stuff.”

“Your ship has been incommunicado for a week. And even now, your Captain Squakaw said that only highest priority calls were being allowed.”

“Well, the Terran Union’s ambassador wanting to speak to her husband is high priority.” Samantha giggled.

Then she whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t tell anyone I said this but most of these aliens are actually terrified of us humans … they still remember what happened to the civilizations that went to war with us.”

“Afraid of us?” Jack laughed, “I thought they were aroused by us.”

Samantha felt a shadow fall over her. “Does he know?” she thought and shuddered involuntarily.

“Sam, what’s the matter?” Jack asked, concerned.

Samantha shook herself back to reality and replied, “Nothing darling. I just miss you. I want to be in your arms again … this whole Skelda mess is getting to me … I need a long vacation after this; just you and me.”

“Well, just a little over six weeks more and I’ll be there at Skelda.”

“Honey, I can’t wait to be with you … um are you in your cabin … we could you know …?”

“Yes, I rushed back to my cabin when I got your call.” Jack grinned.

For the next half an hour, Samantha had interstellar cybersex with her husband. It wasn’t as good as the real thing but after spending days and nights with an alien, she was longing for a connection with Jack.

After they had both orgasmed, Samantha said to her husband, “I’m not sure when we’ll be able to talk again … but please just call me whenever you can. If the call gets through … I mean, even if just audio, just hearing your voice makes me feel so much better!”

“I love you Sam.”

“I love you Jack.”

After disconnecting the call, Samantha spent the better part of an hour crying because of the emotional turmoil inside her. She had spent over a week betraying her husband, çorlu escort even if it was for an important cause. And now, after talking lovingly, and sincerely to her husband she was going to go back to the goblin-like alien, whom she had given her anal virginity to, and spend around three more weeks with him.

Fighting off the urge to sleep from sheer emotional exhaustion, she got up, washed her face and switched on the terminal to read the new documentation that Dr Denfe had sent her.

Treating a Pishaach male who is experiencing extreme heat: the sexual method.

As already explained earlier, one of the methods for treating a Pishaach male who has reached the last stage of heat and become uncommunicative, is to cause him to copulate with a female of his choice.

Usually, the male comes back to normal as his heat is satisfied within a week of copulation.

However, in rare cases, (exacerbated by heat suppressing medications) the recovery is much slower and the patient has to go through the stage by stage reversal of the heat process, as described below:

During the first week of copulation, the patient requires near constant sexual intercourse. All higher mental functions have stopped and all bodily functions, except for reproductive functions slow down. The patient can only communicate through growls, gasps, gestures and facial expressions.

During the second week, the higher mental functions gradually start getting restored. The patient now speaks only in a prehistoric Pishaach dialect (these dialects are highly varied and so not all of them have been documented by the Universal Translator. However, the translator can start picking up the meanings of some words and start translating after some time.)

The patient sleeps and eats a lot during this time. The patient may sleep for upto twelve to thirteen hours at a stretch on entering this stage. On the subsequent days, he sleeps up to nine hours daily (which is a welcome change as the patient gets very little sleep during the first week)

The rest of the time is spent in sexual activity.

There are some cases where the patient actually shows signs of losing interest in sex in spite of his body requiring it. At this time, it is imperative that the female treating him take measures to seduce him and initiate sexual contact or he can relapse into the previous state and be lost for good.

Some methods for seducing and initiating sexual contact with the patient are :

A) Wearing revealing clothes or lingerie instead of being fully naked all the time.

B) Performing a sexual dance (Dr Denfe had added a note : a combination of certain dances from ancient human culture, called belly dance and striptease would be most effective here.)

C) Stimulating the sexual organs of the patient orally.

D) As the patient may seem more interested in food, food can also be used in a sexual manner.

E) Getting the patient to tie up the female and play with her body using various instruments. (Dr Denfe had added a note : something similar to what humans call BDSM)

However, the most effective way to arouse a Pishaach male, from this stage onwards seems to be by competition. This may have something to do with the ancient past of the species.

A Pishaach male in heat seems to take great pleasure in ‘stealing away’ another male’s mate. Or even forcing sexual intercourse with the female in front of her mate.

Holgraphic Simulations can be used to create such scenarios to quickly treat the patient.

During the third week, the patient starts recognizing people and starts to gradually speak in the Galactic Standard languages. He may still need stimulation from time to time. But with the return of speech, he can instruct the female treating him about his desires.

During the fourth week, the patient finally enters a stage that is normal for a Pishaach male in heat. He still requires frequent sexual intercourse but all his mental faculties and bodily functions are back to normal.

During the fifth week, the patient no longer needs treatment but he is still capable of sexual intercourse. This ends the period of heat and by the sixth week, he becomes incapable of sexual intercourse, until the beginning of his next heat period.

“Great.” thought Samantha, “Now I’ll have to dress sexily and dance for him.”

That thought, powered by the aphrodisiacs she had taken that morning, started moistening her pussy again.

Checking the time, she saw that she still had about seven hours before she had to return to Gronxok.

She had her lunch alone and setting an alarm on her timer to wake her up after five hours, she stripped naked and went to sleep in her bed.

Five hours later, the alarm started ringing.

Samantha awoke from an intensely erotic dream in which, three different versions of her husband came to her together and carried her away from Gronxok’s side, to a deserted planetoid.

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He wore a watch to cover the scar. Because watches were forbidden on the left hand, he had to wear long sleeves as well. Should a sleeve ride up, say on a crowded subway or during a window day, one could overlook a wrong-handed watch wearer if they weren’t explicitly looking.After five years on the run, only those on the payroll were likely to spot his deceit. Still, risks were risks. And for him, all of them were huge.

Something had changed. One of the last Fertiles was captured during the spring. Incredibly, instead of secreting him away in a lab or forcing him into a procreation camp, the government made an about-face and seemed to concede defeat. Not in a manner one might imagine, though, but in the delusion way only a government could conceive. A great ceremony was announced. It would happen during the summer solstice, and it was said that June 21 would mark the day when humanity would be unshackled from fear, unbound by a history of ceaseless, mindless Manifest Destiny and wanton propagation. The propaganda machine whirred to life, telling people that it was time to celebrate the summer of the Final Generation. It was time to forge ahead a new future, one of certainly at last, eternal freedom, total happiness, inescapable purity. Nobody really knew what any of that meant. But sure, they’d go along with it. Humans could only take so much living under the shadow of doom and gloom. Turning their backs to it wouldn’t be asking a lot.

That June day, whether it was warm on their side of the planet or cold, there was no question it was a festive, almost raucous atmosphere. People tuned in to the celebration live on their TVs, stood in squares and watched on big screens, and joined revelatory events all over the world. The last Fertile was there, wearing a white gown, waving his arms and smiling. He thanked everyone for their sacrifice, for their lives and for their tirelessness. What did it matter if they’d been unsuccessful? They had each other, right? The Final Generation, the biggest happiest family was no longer taking applications.

And then he was seized. He was no longer smiling. His arms were stretched out where tethers were slid over his wrists before he was strung up for the masses. People around the world watched, momentarily stunned. And then the Authority appeared on the stage. A spokesperson stepped forward, raising her arms and asking for calm.

“Gentle people, we are the great Final Generation. The first humans squatted in caves and gave us fire, they our Alpha. Now, look at us. Great people, we the Omega, have come so far. Do not be saddened by dark thoughts. Remember now that all is part of nature. From nature we came and back to nature we will go. But! We will go as human! Creators, builders, lovers and friends. We are no longer beholden to instinct, no longer driven to spread that seed. We are free. And so, with the world watching, we thank our friend, this man. He symbolizes the last fertile man in the world. We say to him, no more. We do not need your seed.”

At that point, she ceremoniously produced a long pair of sharp scissors. Stepping away from the microphone, she held them up to allow the cameras to catch their brilliant, newly minted gleam. Then she strode across the stage, bowed perfunctorily to the bonded man who could only stare back in horror. Pulling an unseen thread, she managed the almost magical feat of removing his entire lower wardrobe in a single gesture. Without so much as a pause, she snipped. Thanks to the wonder of HD, the Final Generation saw everything.

Hand bloodied, she gestured to a couple of stagehands who approached to help with their now bleating and bloody captive. As they tended to him, the spokesperson for all humanity strode proudly back to the microphone.

“It is done! We are free!”

**

He woke in a cold sweat. He was not alone. Someone was in the furniture outlet with him. They were sitting somewhere near the front window, listening to an old portable radio. He could hear static and the occasional drone of an old song. A news bulletin cut a Duke Ellington joint short to tell the world that the last Fertile had beenset free.

Across the outlet, he shivered, angry that the dream had followed him back to wakefulness. He stretched his neck and peered over the back of the couch he called home. Stupid little shit, creeping in on his turf. How the hell had they gotten in anyway? He’d stuffed enough razor wire through the back entrance to bleed a small army.

Gazing down at his wrist, he slid the watch over his hand and stared at his scar. What if it was true? There really was no Fertile left but he. There was no way to know for sure. He’d had a scanner once upon a time, used it out on himself from day to day, almost praying it would spit back the news that he was one of them. But after eight years—the infertility pestilence should have done its work by now—he’d been as fertile as a freshman football team. Well, that joke used to work anyway.

Getting his hands trabzon escort on a scanner now would be suicide. Catch enough Fertiles with a scanner in his possession, and the government gets wise to the hack, puts a GPS on board, patching up one more loophole. Used to be, he’d scan himself for sport after a jack. Get a hot honey lodged in his mind, take her for a good time in his imagination and scan the mess.

The radio switched off. Inwardly, he cursed himself. Somehow he’d managed to be careless again. All he wanted was to be left alone, alone to carve out a miserable existence without being harassed by every hobo with an empty mind and a greedy gut. The government may be playing at a game, acting like all the Fertiles had been exhausted, but they’d inadvertently done him a favor. The reward flyers that used to litter the cities, offering huge sums and everlasting riches to heroic anybodys who uncovered a Fertile were all gone now. The heat had lessened somewhat.

He thought he heard something to his left, reached into a cut in the couch’s seam and pulled the broken mirror shard from within the upholstery. He’d wrapped a strip of fabric around the end to give the glass a sort of hilt, and he clutched it tightly.

“Squatter’s paradise,” said a mousy female voice over his shoulder. He took start, falling from the couch and dropping the makeshift glass blade onto the concrete floor where it promptly shattered. A piece ricocheted up from the floor and cut his cheek. He lay there wincing, listening to his heart thump wildly, and finally tasting the acrid bite of his own blood on his lips.

“I thought I was clumsy,” said the voice. He heard her coming closer, stepping from dusty couch to tattered chaise to wobbly end table, and at last coming close enough that he could smell her perfume.

“Go on!” he shouted, trying to sound gruff. The sound of his voice echoed through the furniture outlet, and for a long moment there was no reply.

“Well, are ya okay?”

He closed his eyes and exhaled deliberately. He forced his weary body to mobilize, pushed himself up, careful not to run his hands through the broken glass, and climbed to his feet. There before him in the dingy light was a figure that did not match the tiny voice it seemed to have produced. She was tall and thin, but full of sharp edges. Her shoulders were bony, and though her long arms seemed stringy the way they hung haplessly at her sides, in evidence were strong sinews of lean muscle running up and down them. Her hair was shaved along the sides, with the longer stuff pulled into a ponytail, except for what hung in wispy strings over the left side of her face.

“I’m not looking to take the pork,” she said flatly. “So, let’s just dispense with that notion right quick and we’ll get along much better.”

“I don’t want to get along with you or anybody else,” he returned.

“Yeah, I could tell that from the way you decorated your entryway.”

He was about to launch into his madman’s rant, hoping it might give her the idea he didn’t want to be her buddy, or share a smoke, but he paused at mention of his razor wire nest. She’d somehow managed to get past it.

“Guess you forget about the air vents in the woodshop next door.”

Fuck. He had forgotten about them. “Look,” he said. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d just make your way back up that vent like a stringy little rat, and leave me alone?”

“And leave one hobo to all this? Man, you hit the jackpot. Get to choose a new bed each night, and you want to keep it all to yourself?”

“I see,” he replied. “In that case, Pick one you like. The white chaise near the eastern side of the store is a particular favorite of mine. A reclaim I think, because it’s already been worn down in just the right places. If it weren’t for my bad right shoulder, I’d still be using it.”

“Mighty neighborly of you,” she said.

“Yes, and when you’re good and comfortable, feel free to sleep peacefully. I’ll just slip over there when you’re sound asleep, and slip my cock into your virgin asshole and rape the living shit out of you.” He stood there, his chest heaving, hoping that his words sounded menacing, that she’d turn tail and run straight from that store, out of his life forever.

But she just smiled, nonplused. “Cool. Long as you’re okay with getting this slid under your skin.” She produced a long blade that gleamed in the dirty light. It looked like a samurai sword broken in half and perfect for concealing down one’s trousers. “See,” she said sweetly. “Got me a cock of my own. Hope you’re into that.”

He hung his head.

“Ah, don’t be so down about things. I’m a good roommate, and I can tell a harmless hobo when I see one. You, you’re about as dangerous as a soft peach.”

He sank down on the couch nearest him and turned his back on her. “Fine. Go nuts. Just leave me alone.”

But instead of doing that, she plopped down on the end of a coffee table nearby.

“I’m tunceli escort on the outs with my father. Was putting myself through college when the teachers stopped showing up. Kind of hard to attend the lectures when there’s nobody there to hand out grades. So, I took a hike too.”

“Why are you still talking to me?” He lay there, hardly resting. His mind worked a mile a minute, calculating exits she couldn’t possible know, plotting his escape should it become necessary.

“Lonely, I guess.” She cleared her throat. “And no, not for anything more than an ear to bend. I’m sort of a wayfaring stranger, just trying to make sense of it all. I mean, this is supposedly the last run for our lot. I just want to see if there’s anything out there worth doing before we expire.”

He rolled over and faced her. In this light, she wasn’t terribly hard on the eyes. The loose strands of hair seemed to match her over all personality, provided she wasn’t merely playing an assigned role. Still, she’d said something he never seemed to understand.

“Why now? Why is it now when there’s no future, people suddenly give two shits about carpe mother-fucking diem?”

She was thoughtful a moment. “If you ask me, I think we’re all tied together. One big long rope, person to person, living to dead. One life to the next. As far as I can see, when all the Fertiles dropped off, it was like cutting the cord and letting us all tumble down into darkness. It used to be like somebody was holding on up there, pulling us as a species into the future, however uncertain. Now, there’s nobody on the other end. We aren’t going anywhere. Can you believe it? Not a single one of us left to carry the tether ahead into the great darkness of tomorrow.”

“But it’s not my, er, our problem. Our lives didn’t get any shorter.”

“They sort of did,” she said, by way of explanation.

He shook his head and stared at the shattered glass at his feet, beholding in the fractured reflection a truer glimpse of himself than he’d seen in too many years. Blood was drying to his cheek. He ignored it.

“My name’s Isis, by the way.”

He looked up and considered her a moment. “Good for you.”

He smiled to himself from within the fog of a dream. He felt enmeshed in wondrous, wet warmth. He rocked his hips gently, trying to gain deeper purchase. His cockhead mushroomed and bumped against the back of its ensnarement. He felt that familiar tingling, gave into the sensation and exhaled as slowly as he could. Tightening like a vise, he felt his tool being worked over in an impossibly small, yet velvety soft channel.

His balls lunged and his back seized. He gritted his teeth and groaned through what might have been the best orgasm of his life. A while later, he woke and sat up. Isis’ tiny radio was producing static. She was seated across the room, her back to him. Confused at the reality of his dream, he cleared his throat. She did not turn around, but said, “Oh, you’re awake. That’s good. You were really going at yourself there for a hell of a while.”

Fuck. Apparently, he’d been tugging at his junk while he slept. Well, so what? Screw her. This was his home. He couldn’t give two shits if she was made uncomfortable by his habits.

Suddenly, a horrible thought rocketed through the danger centersinhis mind. He felt around his stomach, rubbed the fringes of his shirt, felt his boxers, the couch where he lay. No wetness to speak of. What if she’d taken it? What if she’d scanned it and found out who he was? The furniture outlet could be surrounded by now, for all he knew!

Without another word, he bolted upright and leapt over the back of his couch and onto a dining room table. With practiced dexterity, he jumped from furnishing to furnishing until he reached the far side of the room. Ducking beneath the merchant’s desk, he dived to the floor, grabbed hold of an a/c vent and slid it aside, having unscrewed the vent months earlier just to be safe. Now, he shimmied through the vent, following the winding metallic tube as it led to the concrete garage below. He slid out near an access hatch, and raced up three flights of stairs.

The stairwell spit him out a block south of the furniture outlet. Without looking back, he descended into the subway, got the very next train heading deep into the bowels of the city, and passed from car to car until he found the one least occupied before settling down in an end seat, putting his back firmly to the wall.

**

Eventually, the revelry wore off. If one were to stand at the edge of a high-rise building and listen into the world below, he could quickly discern the difference in eras.This one sounded a great deal different. Gone was the chatter of tourists, the persistently self-aware honking of car horns. Traffic may indeed be lighter, but even the proverbial five o’clock rush had lost its urgency. Lines for ticketing booths, the subway platforms and taxi stands all grew quieter. Dimness fell over the eyes uşak escort of men and women, a sense beyond foreboding edging on capitulation.

Schools slowly emptied when the last students finished up and came of age. There was a collective holding of breath as the final graduation occurred at a tiny rural high school in the middle of nowhere. The commencement was a somber occasion—not merely a family affair—attended by more people than would see the succession of English royalty. Tears were shed, young men and women embraced, welcomed into the dying adult populous and quickly forgotten. Libraries, gymnasiums and classrooms seemed to age overnight, becoming the dark mausoleums of our perished youth.

**

He staked out the furniture outlet for a week, watching and waiting for the world to close in around it. But the Authority never came. No suspicious vehicles, no lurking loiterers, no uncanny mailmen. After another two days of squatting in parking garages and under the trees in city parks, he’d had enough. So, maybe she wasn’t working for the government, but no way would he let that hobo-come-lately, Isis, take over his furniture outlet.

He snuck back in via the a/c vent in the underground garage, slipping out of the wall behind the merchant’s desk and pausing there to listen. Evidently, she was doing without the monotonous drone of her radio today. He wondered idly if he’d have a fight on his hands, Isis having supposed he’d abandoned the place entirely. Many hobos were territorial, resorting to any manner of aggression to keep a place to themselves. Some pissed and defecated on walls and windows. The foulness gave nomadic types the immediately warning intended to suggest that they move on, that they’d have a fight on their hands if they tried to squat there.

Slowly, he got to his feet. His jaw dropped open. Isis had been busy. Every item of furniture, it seemed, had had its legs chopped off. The ends of a hundred or so legs had been whittled to a sharpened point and used to line a path she’d created through the mountains of furniture. Climbing over the merchant’s counter, he stood at the entrance of this path. It wound itself through the middle of the showroom and ended at a cleared space that had been lined with couch cushions. The last remaining table and chairs stood there as well. Apart from the hostile jungle feel of the new setup, it looked surprisingly homey.

He took a step.

“I wouldn’t.” Isis, in her uncannily sneaky way, was perched on a shelving rack to his left, near the bathroom foyer, eating a banana. “At least,” she continued, “not until I’ve shown you how it works.”

She hopped down from her perch, entered the path from her side and walked to where he was standing.

“Good to see you,” she said, cheerily.

He blinked, and started to reply, but decided on keeping his mouth shut for the moment.

She grinned and changed course. “I’m a bit of a DIYer, so I hope you don’t mind that I spruced up a bit and added a little to your line of defense.”

“What is it?” he asked, indicating the dagger lined path, leading through the center of the outlet.

“What we have here,” she said, “is a dead guy’s path. Look,” she said, pointing. “There’s a wire running along the path. The pikes are all on a single trigger. Somebody we don’t like comes in here after we set the trigger, and they get skewered. The more the merrier, too. That’s why the path runs the length of the show floor. I can take out a gang of ’em with this.”

“I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Amazing what one can accomplish with the better part of a master’s degree, and nobody’s hiring.”

He simply gaped at her.

“Anyway,” Isis said. “Come on over to the living room. I hope you like it.”

He followed her through the path, unable to help gazing down at the incredibly savage points carved meticulously into thepikes, as she’d referred to them. Each one leaned in on the path, pointed at about chest level on the average soul.

The living space she’d set up was indeed cozy. Two genuinely uncomfortable, yet spacious couches had been stripped down and re-lined from a mishmash of other plump cushions and covers. He noticed the two had been arranged conspicuously separate, directly across the living space from one another. Still, each couch was wide enough to allow a person to really sprawl out.

“It never occurred to me to do this,” he admitted. “Before your…remodel, these were the two most over-hyped pieces of furniture in this store.”

“I know!” she agreed. “Did you see the price tags on them?”

He laughed. “I’d initially tried sleeping on one of them, and gave up after being all but broken backed after a night.”

“Exactly. Wouldn’t you say they’re worth their asking price now?”

He gazed down at the jumble of hobo comfort beside him. “Still, no.”

She laughed at that. “Wait until you sleep on yours. That’ll change your mind for sure.So, now that we’re chatting. Gonna tell me your name?”

He thought about it, hesitated and then pointed at the dinner table. “Left one standing, eh?”

“Yeah, I thought we could almost simulate a proper meal. I may live the hobo life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still enjoy at least one or two of those old modern comforts.”

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My devoted nod to PokingFun for keeping up the editing work on my behalf.

This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned.

Lying is fine, but take care to not cause suffering because that makes it wrong.

*****

(Friday)

“I have today off,” Odette murmured to me as I cut off the alarm. That had to have been the issue she’d been holding back on last night.

“I have to work – being the first week of my three month internship and all,” I sighed.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to be late?” she gave me a sultry look.

She compounded that offer by stretching out, her knees in place so that her butt rose and wiggled suggestively. Last night I had introduced Odette to a form of doggy-style that didn’t involve the man trying to drive her skull through the headboard. We had a long, dual-participant, sensual melding of bodies, control passing back and forth until the need for sleep became something she despised even as it took her.

“Not fair,” I groaned into my pillow. When I looked out, she was still giving me that sexually hungry look and wiggling that ass. Why do I even pretend that I can have a normal sex life? I found myself arriving late and changing in the elevator on the way to the Executive Services floor. The two women with me were a viewing gallery I could have done without.

Since I put everything on display – remember; no underwear – one of my two fellow travelers felt permitted to rub her hands along my abs while I was pulling my pants on.

“Goddess, he’s hard,” she moaned to her companion. “Come, have a feel.” I didn’t protest. Technically, stripping naked in a public place could get me fired.

“His back is very nicely defined,” the other side as she ran her hands over my back and shoulders. “What is it that you do?”

“I’m with Executive Services,” I replied. “Right now I’m suborned to Product Testing. I teach monkeys to ride unicycles.” Their confused looks humored me.

“Actually, I’m with ES and I’m a gopher – I pick up stuff,” I grinned.

“Oh…you are that guy from the elevator – the kneeling man,” the first woman exclaimed. “They said you were funny. Goddess, our man sure is hot, but he is so dull.”

“Let me guess; you are with the Financial Investigations Unit?” I said. Trent.

“Yes,” she smiled. Orgy time. “He’s just as good looking, but you are so much more fun. My sister can’t wait for you to become available.”

“Sister?” I prodded.

“Daphne Pale,” she smiled suggestively yet again. My face lit up.

“Daphne?” I caught the lady off-guard by hugging her. “I think Daphne is great,” I stepped back. “She’s really nice to me. She’s smart, gives good advice and treats me like I’m something more than a walking, breathing annoyance. What’s your name?”

“Brielle,” she informed me.

“Beautiful name,” I remarked, as I went back to dressing.

“Do they let you see other women – besides those of ES?” the second woman questioned.

“I don’t see any Havenstone women for 79 more days,” I stated. “Corporate policy. After that, all requests for hunting licenses are submitted to Desiree; non-lethal weaponry only until I develop more refined survival skills.”

Blink. Blink.

“You are joking, right?” Woman Two muttered.

“Nope. Katrina feels it will be a great third quarter kick-off. Let some women get out of the office for a weekend. Besides, I get to hunt those hunting me. I think it will be fun, don’t you?” I hummed along.

“Desiree?” the second woman asked for clarification as she pulled out her phone. I nodded. The doors opened – my floor – so I stepped out and hustled to Katrina’s office with only seconds to spare. The meeting was normal, right up until Dora adjusted my tie as we were exiting the office.

“Where did you dress? A closet with the lights out?” she teased.

“In the elevator on the way up,” I confessed. “Daphne, I met your sister – Brielle,” in case she had more than one. “She felt up my stomach and I made her laugh,” I added.

“You let her touch you?” Tigger inquired.

“Cáel, did you come to work dressed like you normally do?” Daphne teased.

“Yep,” sighed.

“So you were naked in the elevator,” Violet snickered.

“Yep,” I confirmed.

“You should be relocated for that,” Fabiola sneered.

“Damn Fabiola, why do you…what would he be relocated for? Getting dressed?” Paula groaned.

“He was naked in front of an employee,” Fabiola explained.

“Two actually,” I clarified. “They both did touch my naked flesh. It was a bonding experience.”

“Did you do any actual ‘bonding’?” Dora winked.

“I hugged Brielle, but that was only because she was Daphne’s sister and I’m not allowed to hug Daphne at this time,” I answered.

“You can hug me – in a purely platonic way,” Daphne murmured.

We were at Buffy’s desk – I was working with her today.

“Okay,” I nodded. I took a single stride to Daphne. She closed with me and I put my arms around her waist. Daphne put her hands on my shoulders. Our heads got closer and closer. I let my hands roam higher mersin escort up her back and through her long locks.

Nose touched nose, I ran my hands through her hair until I tickled the back of her ears. Daphne’s lips parted and her tongue played along the edges. I let my breath play along her cheeks as I worked to her left ear. I felt a sharp pain in my right buttocks.

“Ow!” I squalled – after I pulled away from Daphne’s ear.

I tried to fully spin around, but Daphne wasn’t letting go. I caught sight of a furious Buffy, small knife in hand, burning holes in me with her eyes.

“You stabbed me,” I protested. Daphne had thought I was playing a cruel game with her. Now that the truth had come out, she’s was pissed – with Buffy.

“Time you got to work, Intern,” Buffy snapped.

“Did you have to stab him?” Daphne complained.

“Intern, don’t you have some place you should be?” Buffy snarled at Daphne.

“Take care,” Daphne tenderly stroked my cheek. It didn’t take an Aeronautical Engineer to realize I was about to get poked again.

Daphne glared defiance at Buffy even as she retired. Buffy stabbed my left buttock this time. I could have stopped her. What would have been the point? I didn’t shout out. I manned up and shed a tear instead.

“Keep him in line, Buffy,” Fabiola chortled. “He’s been flashing women on the elevator.”

“Fabiola, please appreciate the fact that I requested Cáel today. If I had you one more hour, I swore to Katrina they’d find your corpse in a Newark landfill,” Buffy sneered. “Now scurry off to where you are assigned to be before my first order for Cáel this morning will be to carry your subdued and gagged body to the trunk of our car. I’ll be doing the subduing.”

Fabiola repositioned herself and said something in Old Kingdom Hittite.

“Your blood is the fecal matter of cats and dogs; unworthy of your station at arms.”

Fabiola had this smug, superior look ruining her classically beautiful Italian features. Buffy was angry yet hampered by not being able to understand the insult. I scanned about.

“Tigger,” I called out. She was the closest. She quickly gained visual permission by her trainer for the day and jogged to Buffy’s area. “Tigger what does ‘****’ mean?” I relayed Fabiola’s insult, in Old Hittite, to Tigger. “Fabiola said it to Buffy and I think it is the same language she used on Tuesday.”

“What did she say?” Buffy demanded.

“I cannot tell you, Buffy,” Tigger bowed. “I promise I will convey these words to Katrina right now so that she may properly evaluate them.” She sprinted off. Fabiola was worried; not so much she apologized, but worried.

Tigger came sprinting back a minute later. We were all supposed to get to work. Katrina would deal with this matter. Fabiola’s smirk told me she was completely naïve about the shit-storm she’d unleashed. Off Buffy and I went. It was the child protection detail once more. There was the added bonus of having the security guards at the armory giving Buffy shit over not speaking Hittite – morons.

“We need to work on our pig Latin,” I suggested to Buffy as we loaded the car.

“Huh?” Buffy’s funk subsided somewhat.

“Do you speak any exotic languages, or do we invent one, because I’m sick of this secret language bullshit,” I declared.

“I’m still furious with you,” Buffy finally spoke. I filtered through a variety of insufficient responses and ended up sighing as I looked out the passenger window. I was my usual boisterous self during the pick-up and drop-off. I deftly evaded my ‘teacher time’ today so I was able to spend a few minutes with the Brazilian security hottie.

She didn’t have a gym to work out in so I suggested we could meet at Havenstone and she could use their corporate facility with me. It was safe enough. Buffy kept up the silent treatment until lunchtime which left me pretty grim. At 12:15, Nikita gave me a call. She was on her lunch break and was making sure our two dates were still on.

It felt good to hear a friendly voice. I confirmed our engagements and she left me with a smile as she hung up. I noticed Buffy glaring at me again. I looked away.

“Which girlfriend was that?” she commented snidely.

“How is that work-related?” I didn’t even look at her.

“I am telling you it is,” she snapped back.

“Put my refusal in yet another one of your stunning job performance reviews you are going to give me,” I stated calmly. I still wasn’t looking at her.

“I will,” she grumbled. I didn’t respond. There was no point.

As we finished our cue, Buffy pulled me aside.

“What is wrong with you?” Buffy hissed quietly.

“If I’ve messed up any part of my assigned work, please make it aware of it,” I stared back.

“Don’t be a smart-ass,” she seethed. “It isn’t appealing.”

“Since you haven’t addressed any specific grievances, I’ll do my best to randomly determine the source of your displeasure,” I said. Had I not spoken in a voice devoid of emotion, it might have been taken as a joke. “You resent being treated like a random muğla escort employee in the same manner I resent being treated as your property.”

“Since you are convinced you have done nothing wrong and that I’m a jerk, I feel this conversation is at an end. Have a good weekend,” I kept calm.

“You are a jerk. In 78 more days,” she snarled.

“78 days – nothing. I can sleep with far more important women, Buffy,” I let my countenance harden.

“The only reason I would have sex with you would be because I liked you. That would imply that you liked me too. You clearly don’t like me, so I think we are done here,” I explained.

“I say when we are done,” she grabbed my elbow.

“Really?” I laughed in her face, “I’ll see what Fabiola, or any of the new girls feel about that.”

“Do you think they’ll feel generous enough to give you the scraps off their table?” I mocked her. Buffy looked ready to stab me again. “You felt free in stabbing me this morning yet when Fabiola clearly insulted you, you did nothing. You aren’t even courageous enough to fight for me, or treat me with dignity. Lacking any virtues, what would attract me to you over any of the others?”

“Who says you get to decide anything?” Buffy was breathing heavily now. Her problem was she was aroused, angry and being buried under the crushing weight of the truth. I wouldn’t have total freedom. I knew that. I also knew that I would have some choice and certainly enough to deny a woman with Buffy’s low status. The truth of that was in the anguish in Buffy’s gaze.

Begging wasn’t in her creed, especially not to a man. She couldn’t apologize to me either. I hated myself at times.

“Buffy, I need to go,” I tugged on my elbow. She let go. “Can I talk to you on the elevator ride down once I’m off the clock and can speak freely?”

“Yes,” she looked down. I changed in Katrina’s bathroom then made my exit with my fellow ‘new hires’, minus Fabiola whose absence was noted by all. The group mostly kept the conversation about work with some flavoring being applied in the form of weekend plans. When Buffy and Helena stepped in, I looped my right arm around Buffy and pulled her too me.

Buffy jolted in surprise, refraining from attacking me long enough to realize we were back in the corner we shared yesterday. I was back to the corner and she had her back to me. Putting my valise down allowed me to place my other arm around Buffy as well. The kiss I placed on the top of Buffy’s head caught everyone off-guard.

My right hand came to rest on her left hip. The left crossed her body, pressing on her bosom from beneath. Repeated kisses fell upon her hair until the elevator reached the main floor.

“Apology accepted,” Buffy turned in my arms so that we were facing. She placed each hand upon my jaw and tilted my head down. “Be more appreciative on Monday, or I won’t let you off so easy next time.”

As we parted company, the ‘girls’ gave me similar looks as I biked away. Things got worse immediately. Sitting on her butt next to my door was Odette – with a tote bag. She pushed up the wall and smiled broadly.

“I figured since we had the weekend free we could hang out,” she beamed.

“Let’s go inside,” I offered. Keeping upbeat was key; a crying woman on my stoop would suck. As we entered the apartment and I was putting my bike aside, Odette made for the bedroom.

“Odette, we need to get something straight,” I called out. She didn’t stop. “I have a date with another women tonight.” That did the trick.

“Did I do something wrong?” she gulped as she turned around and stared at me.

“What?” I feigned surprise. I’ve been here before. “No! Why would you think that? Odette, you are wonderful.” I walked to her and she came into my arms. Pig. Dog. Take your pick.

“Why are you dumping me then?” Odette looked up, tears in her eyes.

“I thought you would be dumping me,” I reversed things. “I’m the one not ready for commitment. I am afraid you have been far better for me than I’ve been for you.”

“I don’t want to let you go,” she pleaded as her hug tightened.

“Wait. Odette, think about this. You deserve a guy who wants you and only you. I’m not that guy. I’m a serial dater. I can’t help it,” I complained on her behalf.

“That’s okay,” Odette mumbled. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Cáel Nyilas. You are a wonderful man, too. I’ll wait around until you figure things out. I’ll take what I can get while you look for your happiness.” Odette wasn’t weak, or stupid. She was a young lady, romantically alone and living in her parent’s house.

I was exciting and different, the sex was great and it was a new experience to wake up in a foreign place, safe and warm. I had turned her phantasm dreams of a better life into a tangible reality even if she now had to morph her expectations. Adaptation wasn’t failing. It was the reason human beings existed today. I feebly tried to break free.

“Odette – Honey, I can’t,” I explained. “I’m getting so hot for you right now. I don’t want to…” Odette pressed a finger to my lips. She too was nevşehir escort aroused. Yes, I had told a second girl that I was a slave to my cock and again, the woman had created a mental excuse that allowed her to stay with me despite my promised infidelity.

And I was about to have sex with her before going out on a date with the first girl I had confessed everything to. Should I ‘oink’, or is that ‘bow-wow’?

“How long do we have?” Odette’s voice turned molten with lust.

“An hour,” I kissed her.

“That should be just enough time,” she licked her kips then led me by the hand to the bedroom. Odette started out somewhat desperate. I cooled her down and instructed her in micromanaging intercourse. Doing the little things that targeted the erogenous zones of your partner instead of going straight for the sex.

In the afterglow, we cuddled together, Odette kissing my nipples and me nibbling on her ear – one of her hot spots.

“You are yummy,” she sighed. “Delicious.”

“Are you trying to distract me with your alluring words and dynamite body?” I sounded worried.

“Is it working?” she giggled.

“It will if I don’t escape right now,” I pleaded. She reluctantly let me slip away. Her eyes followed me around the room and out the door. A warm shower was nice, dressing in front of Odette was innocently refreshing and we ordered her some takeout.

Odette would stay the night – I gave Timothy a warning call – and I’d be back late. We’d have Saturday morning to spend together; my cobbled together plan would leave everyone happy, right? I headed out to my date with Nikita with high hopes. We met at an East Side theater, watched the movie with minimal conversation and exited hand in hand.

Nikita was coming around to my romantic approach. All I had to do was let her know I was dying to have sex with her in the same way she was dying to have sex with me. I was holding off because of my desire to get to know her, so she held back in order to be the ‘better woman’ and help me with my sexual issues – namely to have sex as much as possible.

We walked, talked about our schools growing up, colleges and her time at the Police Academy. Nikita and I ended up at this nice bar that served tasty comfort food and a good selection of alcoholic beverages. An hour and a half later, we left, both feeling tipsy. Nikita snuggled up against me, taking in my scent and warmth.

Our kisses were more intense that night, our desires more raw and evident and Nikita’s craving for our contact to evolve was stronger than ever. We parted. I took a few steps then turned around. Sure enough, Nikita looked over her shoulder, smiled then kept walking. A few steps later, she looked back again. This time she stopped. We looked, then met each other half way and kissed some more.

The second separation was permanent. It was important that Nikita know I was fascinated with her. A more virtuous man might have been troubled with the fact that I was going to unload the sexual frustration I had hefted upon myself by dating Nikita onto Odette, but I’m not that guy. I did get a surprise when I came through the door.

Odette was on the sofa watching Kick-Ass 2, her head resting on Timothy’s lap. Timothy was in the midst of impressing on her how delectable Morris Chestnut was when I came in.

“Hey Cáel, Ulyssa called. We are on for Sunday dinner at their place. A Yasmin Palhavã called as well. She’s says you are on for Monday at 5:15 pm,” Timothy smirked.

To add to the fun, Odette looked up at me and smiled.

“Timothy and I bonded over ice cream,” she giggled. “He says you give such an unbelievably good dicking, women lose all common sense for days, even weeks afterwards. He says he’s never seen anything like it before and he’s jealous.”

“You two are hilarious,” I griped. “I’m going to the bathroom and masturbate. Then I’m going to bed – alone.”

“No, you are not!” Odette declared. She hopped up and charged me. “You are sleeping with me tonight. I need to exercise these extra calories off.” She was in her underwear, which I got a brief flash of as she left the sofa, and my old Mayhem Festival 2012 t-shirt.

Beyond her looking far sexier in it than I ever had (in my opinion), she was definitely ready to give me some ‘makes him forget about all those other women’ sex. I wrapped an arm around Odette and looked over my shoulder to tell Timothy goodnight. He was giving me the finger. Not only had he picked up a jealous lover after careful consideration, I apparently could carpet bomb the city and not hit a single woman willing to hold my philandering ways against me.

(Saturday)

Round nine – I thought it was round nine – was ended abruptly by Timothy dumping a pitcher full of ice down my back. Odette and I had meant to get some breakfast in the living room. We were eating some shredded wheat, some milk dripped down Odette’s chin and I licked it off. If anyone doesn’t think that’s an open invitation for sex, you’re nuts.

Anyway, we were face to face, me sitting on the sofa, Odette in my lap with a combination of her thighs and my hands helping her bob up on down on my cock while we battled tongues and checked that we hadn’t sucked any of the other’s fillings out yet. Timothy stumbled past in his normal morning pre-coffee haze, busied himself in the kitchen then came back with the aforementioned pitcher of ice.

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