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I saw Aristos every day, but I never grew tired of watching them walk, the women anyway. They glided like swans over water, their clothing billowing and floating around them like a vision from Heaven. They looked like a different species compared to me and my kind.

The three who’d just entered the room were no exception, they were paragons of radiance and vitality and impossible wealth. They took no notice of me, obviously. They chatted continuously in their strange language, their voices clear and confident, but not overly loud, their decorum naturally flawless. They were so tall and slender and perfect they didn’t look real.

I positioned myself on the floor in the shadows where I could see them, but where I knew I wouldn’t intrude on their gazes. I watched as they settled themselves at a table by one of the windows. The colourful layers of their dresses swished and glittered as they arranged them around their elegant legs. They sat across from each other, each taking a side at the high, triangular table.

I knelt and studied them out of the corner of my eye, to look directly would be disrespectful. They were dressed in what I knew was the latest in Aristo fashion. They wore large, ostentatious hats that so were so complex they must have been designed by architects. Their dresses were made of multiple flowing layers of translucent material, each was gossamer thin, but they overlapped with enough density to give only a hint of the perfect bodies that lay beneath. The fabric of their dresses was animated too. As if by magic subtle patterns and shapes flowed across them, flowers bloomed, butterflies flitted, a stylised predator chased and caught its prey.

I stayed as still and quiet as I could. They’d signal when they were ready to be served, and they wouldn’t want to be kept waiting, I had to be invisible but attentive.

They chatted animatedly, although I couldn’t understand a word. Must be one of the Executive languages I decided, although Lord Director-knows which one. They projected hologram vids from their jewellery onto the table. Miniature people strode across the surface, talking and laughing and kissing. The figures looked like other Aristo women. Likely they were judging the fashion choices and assassinating the characters of ‘friends’ who weren’t present. There was plenty of laughter, it sounded cruel.

The woman with the orange flowers in her hat seemed to be leading the conversation. Likely she held the highest rank of the three, and likely it’d be her who’d initiate the proceedings. I watched closely.

Their conversation continued without slowing, but the Aristo with the orange flowers turned her body to the side away from the table. She opened her legs a touch. She didn’t move her upper body as she did so, she remained facing her two companions, no one would see she’d moved unless they were kneeling on the floor. Her hand dropped below the surface of the table as if she was adjusting her dress. She made the signal with her fingers.

I stayed low as I moved towards them, treading softly. I approached at an angle that would keep me hidden from the other two. Our client’s preferred not to see me, most liked to pretend I didn’t exist. Some would occasionally stroke me or acknowledge my presence in some other offhand way, but they never spoke to me. Worst would be if I accidentally make eye contact, the very idea made my blood run cold.

I dropped to my knees at the Aristo’s feet. My head was far below the level of the table, the other two wouldn’t be able to see me, I was hidden.

Now I’d have to wait on the floor until the Aristo made another signal. It might be seconds, or minutes, or sometimes it was even longer. Perhaps she’d even change her mind and I’d have to kneel here until she remembered me and gestured me away.

I didn’t have to wait long though. She didn’t stop talking, but I heard the rustle of silk as she began to part the layers between her legs. I looked up and saw a supple, golden thigh and my heart leapt into my throat. She continued to part the layers of her dress and I saw more and more of her until she was completely exposed to me. I wasn’t supposed to look, but I couldn’t help myself.

She lifted her hands away and up to the table, but she spread her legs further apart for me. She leaned back a touch and slid towards the edge of her chair. Above it would appear as if nothing was going on, the other two would suspect, of course, but it would be beyond rude to draw any kind of attention to it.

I leaned forwards and placed a small kiss on the inside of one of her knees. Her skin was smooth and flawless giresun escort and tasted of something sweet, of how I imagined nectar tasted. I started to kiss my way slowly up her inner thigh and she spread her legs wider for me. My lips met the soft skin at the top of her thigh and she very subtly shifted towards me, indicating I was allowed to move further. I kissed the crease where leg met body, then I moved across and kissed between her thighs.

I kissed her all over. I started light and soft at first, but my kisses became firmer. I sucked one outer lip gently into my mouth, then the other. I pressed my lips against her flesh and parted her with my mouth. I started licking her, I ran my tongue up and down the length of her in slow, languid laps.

I heard her talking above and it was like nothing was happening below. She made no sounds of pleasure, but I could feel her body reacting. She parted her legs even further and started to press herself against me. Her wetness spread over my nose and cheeks.

I ran my tongue all over her pussy, exploring her, stimulating each part of her, but as I licked I began to focus more of my attention on the nub of her clitoris. I ran my tongue alongside and then around it in circles. I pushed the hood back with my tongue and flicked the tip of it lightly across her clit. She pressed herself against me again, signalling for more.

I licked her in a steady rhythm dictated by the subtle movements of her hips. Still she talked, still she dominated the conversation above, but I could feel the tension building within her. She silently urged me on faster and she pressed herself against me harder.

I felt fingertips touch my head for the briefest of moments and I knew she was close. I dared to reach up and touch her with my hands. She didn’t stop me, so I made sure my thumbs were wet, then I began to stroke her slick outer lips as I lapped at her.

Her legs began to tremble and she stopped talking momentarily. She touched my head again and I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over the end of it. Her thighs came together and pressed against my head. She locked me in place and pulled me against her so hard I couldn’t breathe, but I kept licking and sucking her as she came, I tried to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could.

Her thighs opened and released me when she was done. She was talking above me again. I kept kissing and licking her gently though until she pushed me away. I knelt at her feet as she adjusted her dress to cover herself again.

Now that the highest ranked of the Aristo women had been served the other two were free to proffer my services, if they so desired. I shuffled back into the shadows and waited.

The Aristo with the lightest hair moved first, she opened her legs and made the signal. I moved to kneel at her feet and she spread her dress apart for me. I began to kiss her thighs but she placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her. I ran my tongue between her lips and she was slick already.

I tried to explore her with my tongue but she wriggled her hips and pressed her clit against me to show what she wanted. I licked her with firm, fast strokes and she came quickly. She made no noise, but she bucked against my face so hard I feared her actions would be visible to the other two.

The third Aristo summoned me to her feet shortly after. I knelt before her, but she made me wait an age before she eventually opened her legs and spread her dress. She had me lick her for such a long time, she kept moving her clitoris away from my tongue, she drew her pleasure out of me before she finally allowed me to bring her off. She didn’t make a sound, naturally, but I could feel the strength of her orgasm in the trembling of her legs and I was proud of myself.

I made sure the Aristos didn’t require my services again, then I shuffled back to my hiding place to watch over them. I was confident they hadn’t seen me, and that I’d brought them off with sufficient skill that they’d return again. I allowed myself a smile of contentment as I cleaned my face with a napkin.

The three Aristos departed shortly after. and then it became an unusually quiet day. Women sat at a few other tables, but not enough to keep all of us busy at one time. I sat in the shadows and waited until it was my turn to serve again.

After a time two young Aristos sauntered in. If the previous three had been powerful Executives, these two looked like their teenage daughters. They had the confidence that all Aristos seem to be born yalova escort with, but tinged with an edge of arrogance – the smiles on their faces looked like sneers and they talked more loudly than was polite, in fact, it looked like they were mildly intoxicated.

They scared me, they looked like trouble. I looked around in the desperate hope that someone else was free to serve them, but I knew it was no good, it was my turn.

I moved into position and watched them walk across the room. They wore no hats, and their dresses, whilst conceptually similar to the previous Aristo women’s, were made of coarser and darker material, they looked drab, almost industrial looking. They were more revealing too, the layers were shorted and the gaps between them wider.

They also chatted incessantly, but they spoke in a different sounding language to the previous clients. They were definitely high on something I decided, their eyes looked glazed and one of them stumbled as she walked. Her companion laughed at her so loud people turned to look.

They walked past the tables towards a wide, open window at the back of the chamber. They leant against the window ledge as they chatted and looked out at the hustle and bustle of the market below. I watched them warily. I assumed they’d eventually move away and settle at a table when they got bored, but then one of them reached behind her back and made the gesture with her hand.

I was astonished, I was sure I didn’t understand, she couldn’t possibly want to be served there, in full view, could she? That would be highly improper.

The other Aristo girl laughed and copied her friend, reaching back and making the same gesture.

Panic rose inside me. I couldn’t disobey them, that would be unimaginable, but they couldn’t want this, surely? It would be a scandal. I’d lose my job, or worse.

The first girl made the gesture again and they collapsed into fits of laughter.

My legs trembled as I shuffled towards them, I had to obey an Aristo, whatever they wanted, it was the law. I settled myself behind them and I prayed that they’d get up and move to a table.

To my horror the first Aristo girl reached back and began to part her dress. I couldn’t believe what she was doing, I felt sick with fear. I prayed to the Lord-Director that she’d stop, but she didn’t, she kept parting the layers of her dress until she’d revealed her chubby little bottom and her manicured cunt. She stayed leaning over the window sill, she stepped her legs apart for me. I’d never seen anything so ill mannered and brazen. And then she made the gesture behind herself again.

I had no choice. I shuffled forwards between her legs. I craned my face up and I began to kiss and lick her pussy. They continued to talk and laugh too loudly.

The young woman started to press herself back against me roughly as I licked her, she rubbed her wet cunt and her buttocks all over my face without any decorum. I heard the tone of the conversations in the room behind me changing, I knew the other clients were watching and voicing their shock and disapproval.

I was mortified, but what else could I do? I couldn’t stop and tell her no, so I did the opposite, I licked that young woman as best I could in the hope she’d come quickly and then this whole terrible affair would end. I pressed my face into her and flicked my tongue rapidly over her clitoris and I felt her begin to tremble and I relaxed somewhat. But then, to my absolute horror, she moaned.

I heard people gasp behind me. I froze in shock, but she pressed her cunt against my face to make me keep going. I closed my eyes and lapped at her clit hard and fast, but then she did it again, she moaned, louder this time. Her companion laughed at her.

This whole scene was becoming more disgraceful by the second. I was terrified, I was becoming desperate, I wasn’t thinking straight, I took a terrible risk and I behaved with astounding impudence myself. I reached up and placed my hands on the girl’s fleshy buttocks and pulled them apart so I could bury my face into her deeper and get my lips around her clit. I attacked her with gusto, sucking and licking her vigorously.

To my utter humiliation, and to hers, surely, she moaned louder and louder and started writhing lewdly all over my face. If she wasn’t careful the people in the market below would look up and see and they’d share in her disgrace too. There’d be outrage, the reputation of the whole establishment would be destroyed.

Despite my best efforts the young lady took her time over her yozgat escort pleasure, she repeatedly pulled away from my face to stop herself coming, before sitting back onto me again and squirming on my tongue.

Finally, thankfully, she eventually came, although she did so with heart-stopping noise, she made great groaning and gasping sounds the like of which I’d never heard in all my life. She reached back and grabbed my hair and pulled me into her roughly as she did so. I continued licking and sucking at her until she shoved me away with her foot.

It was over, finally. I prayed they’d step away from the window and leave and that maybe, just maybe, I’d be spared. But they didn’t move. They stayed there, leaning against the window ledge as they chatted and giggled.

And then it got so much worse. I watched with unbelieving dread as the first girl reached over to her friend and started parting her clothes to expose her bottom too. Then she made the gesture above her friend’s bare behind.

I was a dead man. They both laughed as I moved across and pushed my face between the other girl’s cheeks and started licking.

The second young lady was marginally more restrained than the first, although she behaved in much the same way. She made little effort to hide what was happening, she moaned openly and wriggled on my face. I guessed the first girl was the ringleader, and the second her accomplice, less rebellious but willing to follow. She still made a disgraceful scene of herself as she came though.

At last my humiliation was over. At last they’d leave and I could face the punishment I was due. But I was so wrong.

Unlike her companion, it turned out the second young lady wasn’t finished with me yet. She spread her legs further, then reached back and held my head and pulled me into her again. She dropped her hips though and her pussy was too low for me to lick. It took me long seconds to understand what she wanted. When I did I felt sick with shame. I leaned forwards and began to kiss the pucker of her anus.

Never in my life had I been subjected to, or even heard of, such atrocious behaviour, not from an Aristo. I had no choice though, I closed my eyes as I licked her arsehole.

At first I’d decided these two young ladies must be from the very lowest rungs of the Executive class, as clearly they didn’t know how to behave. But a much more chilling idea occurred to me as I licked that young woman’s bottom. What if it was the opposite? What if these two were from such powerful families that they were used to doing whatever they wanted, no matter how outrageous? What if they were so well connected they were beyond reproach? If that was the case they could easily have me executed if I didn’t obey them, if I didn’t make sure I satisfied them properly.

I summoned all my professional pride and began to lick her anus as best I could. I flicked the tip of my tongue over every wrinkle and crease. I pressed the flat of it against her sphincter. I began to slide it into her and fuck her with it as she grew wetter and looser.

She began to press herself back into me. She groaned loudly and deeply the first time I managed to push my tongue all the way into her. I tried to feel pride, but there was only the deepest shame, I’d never been treated like this, with such casual disdain. Her anus began to twitch around my tongue as I slid it in and out of her.

It got worse, of course it did. As I licked her arse the young woman reached between her legs and began touching herself, as if she were alone, and not in a respectable place of business.

Oh it was awful, she brought herself off to another loud orgasm as I fucked her bottom with my tongue, she gasped and moaned and behaved like she was a gutter animal rather than a member of our ruling elite.

When she pushed me away I looked up and saw the first girl had turned and was watching us closely. Our eyes met and I flinched away but I saw the glee and the malice on her face. She turned back to face the window and spread her dress again and of course she wanted me to service her in the same way too. I moved over. I reached up and pulled her cheeks apart and burried my tongue in her arse.

The room was empty when they finally left, all our other clients had fled in outrage and disgust. Likely they were desperate to begin spreading such delicious gossip too.

The business took a hit, obviously, we lost all our regular clients and our name was forever tarnished amongst the respectable clientele. But we found we became popular with the younger generation.

My superiors were outraged at me for the part I’d played, but I was spared, I had a new use now after all. It appeared that a trend had been born that dreadful day amongst the younger of the Aristo women. The daughters of our powerful rulers now stand at our tables and bare their bottoms from behind, and I’m always the first who kneels behind them to do what they require.

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Radioactive City Journal is a a sci-fi story with nonhuman elements. It involves prostitution and a main character that may be a bit meaner than I’m used to writing. It’s going to be a short story.

In other news I am still writing my other story Good Girl. I just haven’t been pleased with how it is ending. I promise that is still on back burner.

Thanks for clicking onto the story I hope you get some enjoyment out of it.

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The radioactive city light shone down onto the water puddle. Lux’s footstep broke the straight lines of light and turned them into wavy circular lines that broke out from the center of his foot.

The next moment his foot was gone. Though his step continued to leave its mark until it eventually disappeared as all things do.

He stopped in front of the brothel window and stared at the Mongrol girls out front. They pushed their tits toward him. He smiled and took a step toward the door, but stopped just short.

I’ve got shit to be doing.” He said to himself.

He walked on past the Mongrol brothel. He thought about the sweet soft fur of the human-like doggy bitches. He had never been with a Mongrol before but he had heard stories. He wondered if they would be substantiated.

Lux shook his head. The mantra played in his head again, “I’ve got shit to be doing.”

He walked for another thirty minutes until he arrived at a pawn shop. Still, he looked past the front door and onto the side where a basement could be found. He knocked on the door and a slit opened.

“Who is it?”

“Lux Vanderbilt.”

“Josiah was expecting you an hour ago.”

“I got caught up.”

The door opened to reveal that the voice belonged to a Mongrol. He was large and furry. He was bulky and looked like he could tear you apart if he wanted to. Lux didn’t express this in words, or on his face as he entered the building.

The Mongrol led him inside to Josiah.

“So what is it you need erasing?” He asked simply.

“Not me.”

“Who?”

“You already erased her.”

“I can’t do refunds buddy. It doesn’t work like that.”

Lux removed a picture from his jacket and showed it to Josiah.

“Cute girl. Don’t know her.”

“Her name’s Trip. I heard she came through here.”

“So you got a thing for blondes?” He asked.

“Can you help me?”

“Truth be told?” Josiah said. “I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re wasting my time and time is money. I don’t know who this girl was, but she might have made me money. Now you’re wasting it. I don’t think I want to help you.”

“All you have to do is point me in the right direction.” Lux begged.

“I don’t want to do that either.”

“I’m asking. Please.”

“Larry!” Josiah called for his Mongrol.

“Sir.”

“Get this fuck out of here.”

“Yes Sir!” He lifted Lux by his shoulders and started to walk him towards the door.

“Give me something! Anything! I just need to find her!”

“Hold on,” Josiah said. “What is she? Your girlfriend?”

“No.”

“A wife?”

“No.”

“What? Your favorite whore?”

Lux looked down towards the ground ashamedly.

“Ah, you miss the pussy.” Josiah said. He contemplated. “I can’t help you. But Larry here might know a Mongrol or two who could. Ask him.”

“The Mongrol?” Lux said.

“The Mongrol.” Josiah clarified.

Larry placed Lux back outside.

“Can you help me?” Lux asked.

“With what?”

“Weren’t you listening?”

Larry shrugged.

“I need to find a girl.”

“You got a shirt?”

“A shirt?” Lux said.

“Smell.”

“You can smell it?”

“Me? No. Get a girl. Better smell. Check out Fast Mike’s Brothel. They got Mongrol girls there.”

“I know Fast Mikes.”

“You’ve been?” He asked incredulously.

“Considered going.”

“It’s looked down on.” Larry said.

“Has that ever stopped anybody?”

Larry smiled. “Never stopped me or Cherry.”

“Cherry?”

“Small human girl. She was fun.”

Lux smiled at the thought of a Human with the Mongrol that size. It seemed almost impossible.

Lux thanked Larry and turned away from him. When he got back to the street he turned only to find Rat. His half-human half-rat companion.

“Any luck?” The high-pitched voice emanated from Rat.

Lux sighed. “Got kicked out.”

“So much for having a lead.”

“We got a lead for a lead. Maybe we can use Trip’s old shirt and a female Mongrol to track her down.”

“Do you know any female Mongrols?”

Lux shook his head. “But I know where to find them.”

“Fast Mikes?”

Lux walked into Fast Mikes with trepidation. His steps were slow and considered. Everybody inside the building was a Mongrol. They turned to him and Rat as he entered. He did a small friendly wave, an attempt to prove to himself he was welcomed.

The Mongrols didn’t respond.

He walked up to the front desk.

“You want a girl?” Said an old Mongrol.

“Sure,” Lux replied.

Out walked a line of Mongrol women. They were cute and slim. They had fur that covered their bodies. gümüşhane escort Their hands still looked like human hands, just covered in fur. Lux had heard that Mongrol girls were tighter than any human being, they were also nicer. The lineup stared at Lux impatiently. They were jumping around with smiles on their snouts. They wanted to jump Lux’s bones. Some of them may as well have been in heat.

Lux licked his lips at the anticipation. Nobody here seemed to be judging him, but he expected that their actual thoughts were different. They lived in a world of money. It ran everything and if Lux could pay, what did the rest of it matter?

Lux picked what he thought was the cutest Mongrol girl. Her fur was white with dots along it. Her figure was lithe. She had hips on her that were made for grabbing. He approached gently and put his hand on her hip. She smiled down at him, she was considerably taller.

“You like me?” She said gently.

Lux pulled himself into her fur and through it said, “I like you.”

The Mongrol girl smiled and jumped up. Her tits bounced along with her. She was completely naked, all that covered her was fur.

She guided Lux further into the brothel until they were alone in a room. She laid down on the bed and stared at him.

“You’re cute for a human.”

He approached the bed timidly. He touched her flat stomach and felt her soft fur. It ran under his hands as he left a momentary imprint on her body.

She pulled herself all the way back onto the bed. Lux started to remove his pants.

“Hold on,” She started. “What are we talking about on price and time?”

“Oh. Right.”

“Three hundred for the half-hour.”

Lux looked down toward his pants. His wallet was in his back pocket and he knew he had the money, but he didn’t know if he had wanted to spend it. It was different now that he was in the room with her. Inside of the brothel, with a naked Mongrol pussy ready for him to ravage her. He had heard so many things. That a Mongrol pussy was the tightest there ever was. That their soft fur and dog-like attitude made them the perfect lover. He’d heard it through the grapevine, and never from somebody who admitted to having visited a brothel, or fucked a Mongrol on their own. It was always a friend of a friend.

Still, he was here and tempted. He came for a specific reason, and now he needed to follow through. What was worse, Rat was waiting for him outside. He would question why a simple question would take so long.

Lux thought about this and responded, “Deal. Three hundred for the half-hour.”

The Mongrol girl clapped her hands. She looked genuinely happy to be here with Lux. She crawled over to him and put her fingers on his chest and went further down his torso until she grabbed his cock through his underwear.

“I’m excited to see this. I’ve never seen a human cock before.” It jumped in her hand. “Ooh. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes,” Lux replied. “What’s your name?”

“Gita. Yours?”

“Lux.”

“Lux…” She let it roll off of her tongue. “What a name for my first human.” She let her tongue roll out of her mouth and it hung to the side. She manipulated it to simulate as if she was sucking his cock. “You want this?”

Lux nodded happily.

“Get naked.” She told him.

Lux finished removing his pants and took down his boxers. Gita grabbed at his cock and stroked it gently. It was already hard. Her hand moved up and down the length of it. She put her other hand on his chest and started pulling his shirt upward. Lux took the hint and removed the shirt. Now her fingers were teasing at his naked chest. She leaned forward and licked his skin with her long tongue. He felt a chill go up his spine.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. At first it was just his lips and her snout mashed together, but she opened her mouth and her tongue started to explore his face. He opened wider and soon enough their tongues were playing off each other.

Lux pushed his groin closer to her. He was moaning and Gita could see the desperation in his face. He wanted to fuck his first Mongrol pussy more than anything.

She grabbed the back of his head and placed it on her tits. He started to suck through her fur. Her nipples were standing tall and ready for him. He sucked with his arms wrapped around her. He loved the warm feeling she left in him. He loved everything about the Mongrol in that moment.

They both fell back into the bed and Lux started to hump against her softness. His cock was hard and ready to find the inside of her, but he had never fucked a Mongrol and was worried he would miss, or it would be different. He waited for Gita’s guidance, though it didn’t seem to arrive fast enough for his liking. He was humping the air like a dog.

“Excited, aren’t we?” She said. Lux nodded through his desperate moans. He wanted to be inside of Gita more than anything. He wanted to feel the sweet release of her pussy on his cock. He needed it. “It’s exactly where you think it is, hatay escort big boy.”

He kissed her stomach and moved further down her body until he was at her entrance. He started trying to find the tight hole that awaited him, that was promised to him after all these years.

When he found it he let out a loud groan as he pushed in. They were right. A Mongrol pussy was tight. It wasn’t made for a human cock, and as such the different dimensions seemed to have made it perfect for them.

He pushed into her slowly, not wanting to shoot his load all at once. He had paid for thirty minutes and he intended to get it.

It was difficult not to speed up and fuck her quickly. She was tight. She was mewling at him with every thrust. Her hands were wrapped around him, and when he lowered himself to her fur he felt safe.

It was easy enough to cum, but he wanted to enjoy this.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He told her.

“I know.” She moved her pussy against him in countermotion.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

He started to speed up his pace, realizing no matter what he wouldn’t last long. The Mongrol pussy was designed to milk cock as fast as possible and it was doing the job admirably. He fucked her harder and he reached his hand up toward her face. His mouth was on her nipple and his thrusting was frantic. He pushed into and out for as long as possible until his cum started to leak into her fresh Mongrol pussy.

Lux pulled his cock out and stared at the mess he had created. She was leaking human cum.

“That’s a first.” She finished. She reached down and tasted his cum. “Taste’s good.”

“Yeah?” He laid his body on top of hers. Her larger figure held him in place. She wrapped her arms around him and kept him warm for a while.

They cuddled like this for the rest of their time. That was different from a human hooker too. The human would leave you once the fucking was over. A Mongrol couldn’t help themselves, they wanted to be close after fucking, even if it was just a job.

They both cleaned themselves up in the shower in the corner of the room. Gita shook the excess water off her body and Lux grabbed a towel.

Gita was at the door, counting her money, when Lux remembered his real reason for being here.

“Gita, I need a favor.”

“What is it?” She replied.

“Can you help me find somebody?”

Gita frowned in the adorable way that Mongrol women do.

“She’s a girl. She went missing a couple of weeks ago.”

“What do you need me for?”

“The only lead I have is an old T-shirt. A Mongrol, told me girls have a better sense of smell.”

“We do…” She replied.

“Help me find her, please.”

“How much?”

The group started with the Pawn Shop. Lux had Gita smell the area for Trip, but nothing came up. From there they explored the city hoping to catch some sort of scent. They ended at Trip’s old workplace, The HK Brothel.

That was the first ray of hope for Lux.

Gita picked up on the scent and started walking through the city. They went through some shops, a place to eat, to what Lux presumed would have been her apartment.

They had been close but he had never visited where she lived. There were parts of her life that were intended to remain a mystery. That was her role in his life as a whore. She was merely a means of displacing his emotions, but those emotions had displaced too much and now he was in a search for her. He longed for her.

Lux thought, it must be real. he had just fucked a Mongrol and he still wanted Trip. He still needed to see her and tell her–anything. He wasn’t sure what he would say, just that he missed her perhaps. It was that ragged innocence that kept him searching despite himself.

Girls went missing all the time, it was an underground economy that had existed since time immemorial. There was no sense to it. Just the reality some girls were luckier than others when it came to being taken.

The group continued on until they arrived at a nondescript building. Rat moved around the perimeter and climbed up so that he could see inside the windows.

He came back around, “Looks like some sort of drug den.”

“Trip is here?” Lux asked Gita.

She nodded.

“How are we supposed to get in?” Rat asked.

“The only way I know how.” Lux pulled out his plasma pistol.

“You want to invade somebody’s drug den?” Gita said.

“I’ve got to find Trip.”

“Why is this girl so important to you?”

“Because… We share something special.”

“I guess you’ll have to explain just what that is.” Rat said.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” Lux said.

“Then don’t, but are we really going to risk our lives for Trip?”

“Do you have a better way to find her?”

“I guess not.” Rat finished.

“Wait for us Gita.”

“This is not worth what you’re paying me.”

“I know,” Lux said.

They started to approach the front door of the building.

“You really should put the gun away.” Rat said. “What if they just let us in the front ısparta escort door?”

“Do you really think it’ll be that easy?”

“Eh… No.”

“So?” He replied.

He gripped his plasma pistol and pulled back the energy coil. He walked with Rat towards the front door and shot up the lock. The door gave way, and they rushed inside. The Mongrols waiting inside were armed. Counterfire started to move from within the building towards Lux. There were shouts and screams from other people.

Girls started running from room to room. Lux and Rat made sure to move slowly through the building. Taking the time to clear each of the rooms. They found naked men ready to fuck a variety of girls. Human, Mongrols, they even saw a Swine.

Lux had to hide his disgust as the human in the room hid his massive erection.

Lux wanted to shoot him out of a sense of disgust, but he held himself back.

He exited the room and found himself face to face with a Mongrol who grabbed him by the throat. He was lifted off the floor and thrown back. His plasma pistol scattered backward while Rat hopped onto the Mongrols back. He started to scratch him, piercing the skin and leaving blood fur where he attacked. The Mongrol tore at his back attempting to remove Rat.

From beyond him came more gunfire. Typical blaster rounds. Old-style weaponry. The sounds echoed through the building and lit up their origin point. They continued to fire in short bursts. One of the rounds missed Rat and obliterated the Mongrols head. He collapsed onto the floor as Lux shuffled for his pistol. He began to fire back against the blaster rounds. Rat moved quickly and avoided the gunfire, finding himself face to face with the men with guns. Lux took the opportunity to fire off a few rounds.

Rat punched the man in front of him, disarmed him, and blasted his face with his own weapon.

A Mongrol tried to come from behind Rat but his arm was obliterated by the plasma pistol.

“Enough!” Yelled one of the Mongrols from beyond their line of sight. “Why are you here?”

“I’m looking for a girl!”

“We got plenty!”

“Her name is Trip.”

“Don’t got her.”

“She’s here. A Mongrol sniffed her out… Rat, go get Gita.”

Lux kept his plasma pistol aimed down the hallway, expecting at any moment that the Mongrol behind the voice would have a change of hearts.

Both their heads peaked out and they locked eyes. Lux winked. The Mongrol shook his head.

Gita returned and started sniffing through the rooms. She walked past the sex rooms and through to where Lux stood. She pointed down the hall.

“She’s down there.”

Lux took a moment. He locked eyes with the Mongrol.

“You have what I want.”

“Ain’t nobody here named Trip, I promise you that.”

“Her shirts here.”

“That doesn’t mean shit!”

“I want her.”

“Man! This must be some bad bitch for you to go through all this trouble.”

“She’s my bitch.” Lux said.

The Mongrol could be seen rolling his eyes.

“These the kinds of people you roll with?” He asked Gita.

“I don’t roll with anybody. They paid me to be here.”

Lux shot the plasma pistol into the air. “This is all besides the point. Who do you have back there?”

“She’s just some whore!”

“What if she’s my whore?”

“Her name is Annabelle.”

“Annabelle,” Lux said. “Let me see her.”

“Come on in.” The Mongrol said sarcastically.

“Drop your weapons first.”

“Fine.”

The Mongrol tossed his weapons onto the ground. Rat moved to collect them and get them out of the way.

They entered the very back of the building. In the corner, cowering, was Annabelle. She was young and innocent looking. Her face had rounded features of youth.

Lux looked at her and recognized her.

“You know Trip.” He said.

“Who?” She replied.

“Trip. You worked with Trip.”

“I don’t know a Trip.” Annabelle replied.

“Why are you here?”

“They brought me here.”

“Do you know who you are?” Lux asked.

She shook her head.

Lux got down to her level and grasped her face. “They wiped you didn’t they?”

She nodded.

“You really have no idea who Trip is, because you don’t know who you are.”

“Fuck. I wish I knew your name. I really do. It probably isn’t Annabelle. We slept together once.”

“Was I a whore?” She asked.

Lux nodded. “A good one.”

“Let’s get you out of here.” He helped her off the ground and took her hand. “Somehow, you’re going to help me find Trip.”

The Mongrol stopped Lux. “You think you can just take my whore? I paid good money for her.”

“You paid to have her wiped?”

The Mongrol smiled. “What does it matter to you?”

“It matters quite a lot.” Lux aimed his plasma pistol at the Mongrol’s chest. “Who was it?”

“Uh…”

“I don’t have all day.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you won’t say?”

“He’s from Jakoba. He’s a Human who’s mixed in with some Mongrols like us.”

Lux watched Gita’s hip walk their way out of the taxi. He imagined himself with her, inside of her. He imagined what else he would like to do with her. He wondered if he would ever see her again. There was no reason for them to cross paths again, no reason for him to return to a Mongrol brothel except for his own depraved needs. He knew that Humans and Mongrols shouldn’t be together, there was something unholy about it.

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Prologue: The story so far…the USA and almost every other country in the world has been subjected to a short nuclear war, destroying most civilised life. 19 year old Allie Cooke was a student nurse before the war, and in the shattered remains of Omaha has been tending to the wounded, the sick and the mad. On New Years Day she is kidnapped and brought to a place where she meets a mutant, and a half-naked female prisoner. Bound and gagged, Allie lies at the mercy of an evil she is yet to truly understand.

Chapter 4

As the fetid form of what could only be described as a deformed freak went to grab for Allie’s bra, obviously intending to tear it away from her perky breasts, the door swung open once more. Another shaft of the same incandescent light briefly illuminated the room before another person stormed in, the form of the second person merging with Allie’s tormentor to darken much of the space.

“Not now Jones! Stop…or else.” The voice that issued from the new presence in the room was masculine, fashioned along the lines of well-ingrained authority. Whoever this man was, his command had an instant effect. Jones, the misshapen molester withdrew his hand as if he had stuck it in boiling oil. He took a shuffling step back and cowered as the second man walked over to Allie. Betty, the other female prisoner sharing the room with Allie cried inconsolably, with despair in her voice deeper than before. All Allie could do was lie there and stare up at the ill-lit figure who loomed over her.

“I trust you weren’t hurt by Corporal Jones here Miss Cooke?” The voice seemed calm; solicitous, even. “He can be rather over-eager to make friends,” at which point the stranger softly laughed at his own joke “but please don’t hold it against him. The war…well it left Corporal Jones not just with physical scars.” With a wave of his hand the second man indicated the burnt, twisted and scabbed body of the corporal. He then reached down and removed the gag from Allie’s mouth, and as he izmir escort did this she took in a great breath and coughed for some seconds. Then she tried to focus on who it was that was addressing her. Questions flooded her mind, and it was difficult to coalesce them into any logical speech.

“Who…what am I…who…why am I here? Where am I? Why am I tied….”

The cool detached voice spoke again. “Please, don’t concern yourself with the where and who for now Miss Cooke..”

“How do you know my name?” Allie asked feeling somewhat pissed off that the voice refused to recognize her legitimate need for answers.

“Oh, well let’s just say we’ve been keeping tabs on you Miss Cooke. As one of the most eligible and healthy survivors left in this community, it was necessary to make sure we knew who you were and what you offered us.”

“What do you mean? And who the fuck is ‘we’?” Allie spat this question out with pent up anger. Her situation was driving her crazy, and it didn’t help that the bare breasted woman pinned down near her kept sobbing.

“Language Miss Cooke. Please…just because we are in somewhat unique circumstances doesn’t mean we should abandon all forms of civilized behaviour.” Allie almost gagged on this almost delusionary statement. She was being lectured by a complete stranger who had some part in her being tied up and lying only in her underwear on a mattress whilst a topless woman lay near, pinioned and weeping. All the while a leering, mutant soldier stared at her with obvious carnal intent. The thin veneer of civilization was a joke when the young nurse considered the situation.

“Now you must forgive the lack of refinement in our facilities here, but this is the best my organization could arrange at both short notice and in the general chaos Omaha has descended to. At this point you can call me Sir, and as your stay with us lengthens you’ll learn more about our policies and procedures. kahramanmaraş escort But in the interim…well let’s see what develops hmm?”

If Allie was petrified inside, she tried to retain some outer courage and dignity, as she demanded her release. “Let me go you bastards. Let me go…I have friends at the hospital, in the local council. I have patients that need my help…”

“Allie…you don’t mind me calling you Allie,” the voice asked rhetorically then spoke again “consider your former friends irrelevant, and your work at the hospital is unnecessary. I…or should I say we, have higher and greater plans for you now. They require sacrifice, devotion and dare I say pain…but believe me when I say you will come to understand why you are here and what good you will do. Maybe Lieutenant Hawkins’ example scares you, or discourages you?” The unnamed man standing over Allie nodded at the crying prisoner near Allie. “She was too headstrong, hence her punishment. Cooperate Allie and the likes of Corporal Jones will never make you submit like his ‘friend’ Betty.

When the man who styled himself as Sir said this, the deformed soldier dragged himself over to the pegged officer. His voice hissed as he drew nearer.

“Lieutenant Betty…you look upset.” The mutant bent down and stroked the tears away from her face. His cruelly twisted mouth dribbled a droplet of drool as his stump and finger traced a line under Betty’s chin. “I’m soooo sorry…let me kiss you all better.”

Allie roiled inside with disgust and couldn’t suppress an intake of breath as she watched the mutant Corporal Jones latch his deformed mouth on the right breast of her fellow captive. Lieutenant Betty Hawkins squealed with shock, but a look from the commanding presence of ‘Sir’ silenced her almost immediately. Allie saw this and whilst she wanted to protest at Betty’s molestation she decided that perhaps discretion was the better part manavgat escort of valor.

“Lieutenant Betty,” drawled Jones as he disengaged his lips from her nipple “I’m so glad you left the air force to come and join us here. Help us start a new life, a new society…just like He wants.” Jones twisted his bald and scarred head towards ‘Sir’ and nodded with respect. “Sir wants us to start a new America, a better world. You and your new friend Allie are going to help aren’t you.”

“What the fuck is this freak’s delusion?” Allie asked herself silently. She felt lost, vulnerable, and most of all scared. The pain of her bindings, the embarrassment of only being in her bra and panties, the cold air and the thin lumpy mattress underneath her all combined to exaggerate the weird terror bubbling up inside. Staring at Jones and the bare-breasted army officer, Allie shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare.

‘Sir’ walked over to where Betty was being again assaulted by the warped lips and mind of his minion Corporal Jones. “I think our new guest could do with an object lesson Corporal. Why don’t you show Miss Cooke what we have planned for her, and you can use the Lieutenant her as your ‘model’…so to speak.” Jones grunted his assent, and with a leering grin began to climb on top of his victim. Allie’s eyes opened when she heard Betty’s cry of alarm, and even though there was minimal light in the room she saw the monster slide between the legs of the female lieutenant.

‘Sir’ returned to a place closer to Allie and kneeled down so his mouth was near Allie’s right ear. “What you are about to see is something glorious…dare I say spiritual. Corporal Jones and the fair Lieutenant are already acquainted, and by my reckoning the mixture of their respective gene pools will bring forth a new generation of warriors. Even now our plans to repopulate have a solid beginning thanks to Corporal Jones and the willing sacrifice of Betty Hawkins. And you my dear young lady,” the strange commanding voice of ‘Sir’ paused as he licked his lips “will share in this glorious task.” A turn of his head, and the order was given.

“Jones…undo Lieutenant Betty’s pants and see if pleasuring her eases the pain of carrying your child in her womb.”

Allie’s jaw dropped; she was in a madhouse and she was very, very afraid.

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Chapter 22: The Exile

“Ogre…”

Kail tossed and turned in his bed of furs, lightly growling as the familiar and hated voice called to him.

“Ogre…I know you can hear me.”

“Go away,” Kail barked. “I want nothing from you.”

He could almost feel the quake of Caligula’s anger strike out at him viciously. Unfortunately for him, his magic was weak outside the border. Caligula was only able to call to him because of his origin.

He was a part of the valley and so, Caligula still had his call.

“It’s about our little keromedio,” Caligula teased. “I have a little wager I’d like to strike up with you.”

Kail sat up from his furs and sighed. It was late at night. The moon shone brightly against the uninterrupted sky, slipping slits of light through the sides of his home. Part of him despised the gaps in his house that made him visible to wandering eyes; the other more practical part realized that if he had made it any more airtight, he might have made a coffin. Not that those were used anymore. Death was not as solemn and revered as it had been in the old days. Death was simply part of life.

“Well Kail?”

Grunting, he slipped on his clothing and strode out into the night.

“What do you want?”

“Come closer.”

“How close?”

“As close as you can.

Kail began to run towards the edge of the border, moving quickly and quietly through the forest. His eyes were suited for this nocturnal work, and he moved through the forest with ease. It felt almost nice to run at night again.

Zyra had not visited him since that night. If only he had resisted. His stomach churned at the thought of her fucking that pale, blonde human. He supposed that being in the same species might make it natural, but Zyra was all he had. He shared her because he did not want to lose her. Now it appeared he would not get a choice. As he neared the border he could feel that dawn would be on his tail.

“Hurry.”

Kail ran faster and faster until finally he was mere feet away from his home. The valley called to him like air to a collapsed lung, like life to the dying. It was a cruel temptress. His heart raced just at the thought of placing a single foot on the perfectly pristine green grass, or just picking it up to smell it, smell home.

He swallowed. No, he could not. He knew what would happen if he disobeyed his exile. He would be lucky to be killed on the spot.

“I see you haven’t lost your speed.”

Kail watched as the darkness sprouted two glowing purple eyes. He regarded them critically with his own.

“What do you want?” Kail asked. “Haven’t you already taken everything from me?”

“Not…everything,” Caligula lulled sadistically. “We could have taken your speech, or changed you into something more…tasty for the humans. And from what I know…you’ve gained something rather interesting since you crossed the border. Something pretty.”

“Is that why you’re summoning her?” Kail inquired. “To separate us?”

Caligula glared at him in response, unused to the sound of defiance.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Caligula stated coolly. “Your bond is easily broken but regardless of why, your bonding is a nuisance to us.”

Kail laughed bitterly. “What would you have me do? Send her to you with a gift basket? Put in a good word?”

Kail looked at Caligula with cocky disapproval. “It appears your natural charm hasn’t been enough to impress her. Angry that she prefers someone as lowly as me?”

“She is young and stupid,” Caligula said scathingly. “She is ignorant of the true merit of power. Not to worry…” he grinned mischievously, “I’ll have plenty of time to teach her.”

A low threatening growl rose deep from the bottom of Kail’s throat.

“She could be your own daughter,” he growled, pleased when Caligula’s smile dropped. It was one of Caligula’s only fears, that he would taint his own line.

“I could find out, that is of the least importance,” Caligula said a matter of factly, “…but that is entirely up to you.”

“How so?”

“I brought you here for a wager remember?”

Caligula’s easy smile went back into place as he materialized fully in front of him. The man’s chiseled features cut through the dark, his demeanor condescending.

“What would you say…if I told you I would relieve Zyra of her keromedio duties?”

Kail could not help his jaw dropping open. Never had he ever heard of such a thing.

“I’d think it was a trap,” he responded honestly.

Caligula laughed rancorously in response. “Ah, I did like you. Well Kail for old time’s sake I’ll tell you the truth. Yes, it is a trap. You see, if you can convince Zyra to run away with you and leave her family and friends behind, we will let her go. If you can’t, nothing changes and we will rip her from all of you.”

“What about the girl?” Kail asked. “If she goes will you curse her?”

“Her niece? We’ll leave her be. We won’t interfere with anything we didn’t already have a hand in.”

“So the boy?”

“Ours. He will replace ardahan escort Zyra as the new keromedio. Don’t be greedy Kail.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kail sighed. “What would you do if she actually went away with me?”

“That’s why it’s a trap,” Caligula said coyly.

He strode forward, his toes just resting at the line of the border. He regarded Kail with a smirk, his purple eyes mocking him. “You and I both know the type of person that Zyra is. She’s an idealist. It’s a trap because she’ll never take you up on our offer.”

“So you intend to trap her…”

“Not her,” Caligula corrected. “You. She is already ours. You see Kail, I will let this wager stand,” he said. “If you two run away together within the next 7 days, I will honor this agreement. You may not believe she will go with you, but…” Caligula smiled widely. “…you will still try. You want her more than life itself because she is the last thing you have left to hold onto. There’s no guarantee we will bring her back,” he said grinning.

He gave Kail a knowing look. “And you know what happens to them at the end.”

Kail turned his head from him, flashes of his greatest shame shooting for him. What he wouldn’t give to destroy Caligula once and for all.

“I’ve trapped you into taking on this little wager Kail,” the witch chuckled. “You will ask her, I know you will. I know you Kail. Better than anyone, better than you know yourself. I know who you truly are.”

“I know you too,” Kail said angrily. The sun was starting to come up and Caligula was fading. “What do you hope to gain from this? What more?”

Caligula’s form was now a smoky brown mass with purple eyes, dissipating as the sun rose and his power weakened.

“Revenge,” Caligula hissed. “Reminding you how powerless you are, twisting your fate, showing you how little control you have is all I need.” He chuckled, a dark and awful sound. “You should have known better than to steal from me ogre.”

Kail said nothing as the blob vanished. Instead, he made the mistake of looking out into the valley as the sun came up.

The orange and yellow sun turned the landscape red. Fresh wet dew clung to ever leaf and blade, shining the most miniscule greenery to a polished magnificence and splendor. The smell of the grass tickled his nose just for cruelty’s sake, reminding him of the days he spent lying in the fields, staring up at the bright vast sky while children played. It was right there, and he was not. He would never feel it again.

Kail turned with a heavy heart. He bet that bastard planned for him to see that sunrise. No doubt he might make seeing it a habit now.

“Damn you…” he grumbled.

His body trembled as he forced it to turn around and away from the place he loved. His heart ached in agony. He couldn’t take this, not for much longer. Caligula was winning. Kail had to ask Zyra to run away. He lived too close to the pain.

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“Ginger! We’re all out of wine!”

Ginger rummaged through the chest at the back of her tent. She looked through it diligently, finding more bottles of all shapes and sizes, and passing them around.

“You have Ruewater?” Gharla said in shock. “How the hell did you get Ruewater?”

Ginger snickered haughtily. “Oh I have my ways. I traded it the last time we spoke to the Wakai tribe.”

“I thought they didn’t trade for cloth,” Zyra said curiously.

She and the others were in Ginger’s tent, celebrating the last night they would have together before the Ursie’s departed. The sounds of revelry filled the air and she wondered if the others had wanted to partake. Even so, she figured most of them were far too inebriated to care.

“You do make beautiful things,” Gharla slurred, always the first to feel the effects of alcohol.

“Oh please you’re making me blush,” Ginger chattered.

Ginger was a very skilled cloth maker, and her embroidery was second to none. Even so, their neighbors the all female Wakai tribe were more ferocious then they were. They were known for dealing with male tribes only three days out of the year. Instead, if there was a shortage of female warriors, they would kidnap the men from neighboring tribes and force themselves upon them until enough of them produced. As a result, no males lived near the Wakai outlands. Even the Rovians dealt with them sparingly.

“Still, I didn’t trade for cloth,” Ginger replied saucily. She winked at Rell who sat beside Zyra and Enui and passed out wooden cups.

“Then what did you—”

“Don’t ask Rell,” Zyra interjected. She sighed. Some things would never change.

Rair received her cup of first and reached for the Greenberry wine. Her face was dusted by a light blush that reddened more and more each second. Rell, being the gentlemen he was, took the bottle for her and poured her drink. She nodded to him in thanks.

As cups and drink went around, Zyra began to think of what tomorrow would bring. adıyaman escort Rell and the other Ursies would be going home. Then, in a few days, she would be going away too. She tried not to think in lasts, the last time they would all be together, or the last time she would see her brother Rell, or the last time she would be a Rovian. Even though she said she would return, there was no guarantee she would be welcome. The law had been written long ago, before Kyzu and before their mother. They had to set laws to protect their number. When the humans had nearly been wiped out and the only goal was survival, the people worked and moved for the whole. Now that things were more comfortable they had time to have identities, they had settled down. Yet, the fear was always there, the fear that they would fail to hold onto what their ancestors had worked so hard for. Betraying that law would take a strand of will that she wasn’t sure Kyzu had. Zyra had to return in at least 1 year, or she would have nowhere to return to.

A squeeze on her breast suddenly brought her out of her thoughts.

“Hey!” she shouted in outrage. Looking up she saw Ginger with a cup outstretched.

“This is a going away party remember?” Ginger snapped. “I don’t want any awful faces! We have one night together, don’t ruin it!”

Zyra took the cup and took a long sip. Smacking her lips she began to feel better already.

“Fine. That was no excuse to grope me though.”

“Look at my condition darling. It’s a permanent excuse.”

“You think being half nymph—”

“Do you care that I touched you Zyra?”

“Yes!”

“Then we’re not drunk enough.”

Zyra looked at the others and they nodded noncommittally.

“I could drink more,” Rell offered. “Bit close in here though.”

Zyra laughed. “Then let’s get out of this crowded tent!”

She tumbled out with a grin, still sipping the strong beverage as it sloshed out the sides of the cup. Gharla followed after, landing on her elbows in the dirt.

“Hey, back up!” she protested.

“Sorry,” Rell grumbled, stumbling out.

Rair and Enui followed, the last of their party in sync with a tipsy sway.

The slightly inebriated party followed Zyra as she led them to the stream. She and Rell had fond memories in this place, it seemed fitting that they send him away here.

“I didn’t know the stream ran through here,” Enui giggled.

“It’s hidden by the trees,” Rair said softly.

Ginger gave Rell a knowing smile. “It’s a practical hideout. Good for all kinds of things.”

The group gathered down by the water and sat down in a circle, talking hurriedly about anything and everything while they drained their cups of the last of the Ruewater.

“You remember the time—”

“And you pushed him in the water! But he grabbed you!”

“I wanted to beat you both senseless!”

“Where was I?”

“I bet you were sucking down unicorn b—”

“Enui!”

Speech dissolved into laughter as companionship and love encircled the party. Zyra watched in numb content as Ginger began to pull her tunic over her head. The shameless girl made short work of her clothing and dove into the water as naked as the day she was born. She bobbed up, her teeth chattering as she beckoned.

“Come on guys! The water’s cold!”

“That’s a good thing?” Enui chuckled.

The brisk fall winds were sharp on this night, and the weather was bound to turn any moment. Even so, she looked over at the others and winked before tossing her garments off as well.

Rell blushed, turning his head away before Enui’s heavy breasts were freed from her wrap. She jumped in with abandon, laughing as her curls plastered wetly to her head.

“Come on in Zyra!”

Zyra shook her head. “No, I’m too drunk to swim. You go ahead.”

Actually she wasn’t, but she had swum in enough water to last a lifetime. She was finding that water was not a good friend to her. To be honest, she wouldn’t be surprised if drowning became a new fear of hers. She knew Rell, who had nearly been drowned by the selkie Nymare, felt the same. When given the invitation he refused it similarly. Rair looked at the two of them and with a light sway headed towards the water.

Rell’s eyes widened as Rair lifted her tunic above her head, her small tightly wrapped breasts pushed out. He swore he made out the outline of her tight chilled nipples when her back turned and she dove into the water.

“You won’t get much of a show out of Rair,” Zyra chuckled.

Rell blushed and scratched his head. “A man can hope.”

“Ha! Like being surrounded by naked women isn’t living a dream.” Zyra sighed and leaned back against the lone tree that grew beside the stream. She watched as her friends splashed one another joyously, all worries forgotten. She would really miss them.

“Don’t think about it.”

She turned and saw Rell looking at her. His blue eyes seemed to always cut through her bravery, down to what she really feared. karabük escort He and Kail were similar in that way.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered. “How do you stop thinking about something that is constantly on your mind? How do you prepare for when you have to face it?”

“You’re never prepared,” Rell answered picking a leaf from the tree. “If it was something resolved simply it wouldn’t be on your mind.”

She chuckled. “Enui said something like that to me.”

He put the leaf on his palm and blew it into the stream. They watched it drop, tiny ripples starting and ending quickly and quietly. It was very much like their lives. Zyra doubted the new generation save Nima would even remember her.

“There you go again. Stop it,” Rell chided. “Your face is too telling Zyra. You have to work on that.”

“What should I do then Rell?” Zyra asked with a sigh.

“About what? I thought you had decided.”

“Not about everything.” Zyra let out a long sigh and allowed herself to lean on Rell’s shoulder.

“I can feel him pulling away Rell. Kail…I don’t want to lose him.”

“He’s trying to make it easier for you,” Rell stated. “Sound like anyone familiar?”

She laughed in response. “Still…what if he’s not? What if he…doesn’t want to lose me? So he’s running scared.”

“None of us want to lose you Zyra,” Rell said softly. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. “None of us, Rair, Ginger, Enui or Gharla…none of us are cutting our ties because of fear. Why should he be any different? When the time comes, you’ll know how the people in your life truly feel for you.”

Rell smiled at her with a warmth that made Zyra’s eyes tear. She sniffed trying to hold the emotion back. He snickered and she punched him in response.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it!”

Rell let out a sigh and shook his head. “I won’t be distracted Zyra. I’ll tell you this alright? If he loves you as you say, he will be waiting for you when you return. Then, even if you are no longer a Rovian, you will always be loved.”

They sat in companionable silence. The churn of the stream made a rhythmic lullaby and Zyra felt herself falling asleep on Rell’s shoulder. Her eyes grew heavy, she was about to close them when a moan interrupted her.

Snapping her eyes open, she and Rell looked down towards the stream. Inside, they saw Ginger standing behind a bent over Enui who rested her breasts on the grass. She moaned again as Ginger rocked forward, holding her waist like a man. Gharla, no doubt the drunkest of their party, had her back towards the shore and was moving her finger rapidly under the water. Shocked, Zyra sat up and looked at Rell who refused to meet her eyes.

Ginger paused from her phallic thrusting to look at them ruefully.

“No spectators! You either clamber down here or you go back.” She shoved the whittled dick deeper into Enui who arched her back, baring her full supple breasts to the blushing Rell.

“Go ahead,” Zyra said, tilting her head towards them. “I’m going to go.”

“Off to Kail?” he asked curiously as she stood.

She shook her head. “I don’t want another close call. I’ll wait until after tomorrow. Enjoy yourself, alright?”

She gave him a wide smile, ignoring the guttural sounds of sex and Ginger’s annoyance.

“Oh come on Zyra! It’s not like you’re a virgin anymore!” She shoved Enui back down on the ground and increased her pace effortlessly. Enui shrieked out, no doubt cumming on the relentless cock. It was almost frightening how good at this Ginger was.

Zyra raised her hands up and walked off. “No thank you.”

“Oh come on! Live a little!”

“Vine…oh Vine, harder,” Gharla moaned, lost in a world of erotic delusions.

Zyra was almost jealous.

In any other circumstance she would have ran to Kail’s tent like she was escaping from someone. After everything that had happened, she had the self-control to at the very least, wait a night. Besides, she still had her husk and her imagination.

She could see him over her. Easing his green body above her. How lewd it seemed, for him to position his green penis against the folds of her pink, wet, dripping—

“Zyra!”

“Ah!” She jumped, glad that Rell could not see her colors.

“I startled you huh?” he said coyly. “You must have been very deep in thought.”

“Not so deep,” Zyra mumbled, ignoring her oncoming blush. Perhaps Rell didn’t need that power to know.

“Well that’s none of my business now is it?” he chuckled.

“Why aren’t you—”

“It got very weird, very fast,” Rell supplied.

“Ginger wanted me to…penetrate her behind whilst she continued with Enui, but Gharla…we really shouldn’t let her drink. She thought I was…Vine? I don’t know anyone…well anyway, she thought I was him and just…the things she was asking for…”

“Got it! Got it,” Zyra interjected swiftly.

“Repress it, forget it?”

“It’s probably for the best?”

“It is probably for the best.”

They walked on, the night guaranteed to wane at any moment. Zyra let out a long sigh.

“You know, you really should go get some sleep. Your journey tomorrow is a difficult one no?”

“I don’t get as tired as I used to,” Rell said shrugging. “To be honest I don’t know where my own hard work begins and the valley’s power ends, but I’m grateful, for everything.”

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It was a very long and incredibly hot day and it was almost over. The sun as a giant red ball was going down but that was not helping at all — the air was still scorching and Natasha felt extremely tired after many hours of driving through that hostile rocky valley between high mountains somewhere at the end of the world. Her old good friend Jeep Wrangler had a soft top but no air-conditioning so she had to drive topless to stay cool and let the wind take the excessive heat from her nicely tanned body. After driving non stop the whole day Natasha was getting close to the edge of this seemingly endless desert and the landscape was slowly changing. The rocks were getting smaller yielding to hills covered with a dingy grass and real forests could be already seen on the horizon. According to the map there was a lake not far away from her current position. Stopping for a rest was probably a good idea. Natasha imagined how she could be taking off her clothes and running into cool refreshing water totally naked. It was so tempting! She got off the trail and struggled through the rocks towards the possible place of pleasure.

The lake was indeed a refreshing place. Concealed in a deep cavern it looked really charming in contrast to the dusty lifeless desert. The sand beach was closely guarded by palms and high tropical trees so she had to park her car and carve her way through the thicket on foot. The view inside was magnificent. The light blue water framed by the golden sands and the green trees instantly made her forget about the dirty long road. Inspired by the beauty of the place Natasha undressed quickly and rushed into the cool water. Everything was just as she imagined: maltepe escort a playful prelude with clouds of icy splashes followed by a heavenly tranquil pleasure that was taking all worries far far away. Her tired overheated body was revitalising and cooling off. It was a paradise. She was swimming, diving, laughing. Almost an hour passed by when saturated with pleasure Natasha went ashore and laid on the sand. Every muscle in her body was relaxed. In a few moments she fell asleep.

It was a deep night when she woke up. In the moonlight everything was different and mysterious but Natasha was not scared, she was enjoying herself being fully naked and free in this enigmatic world. She approached the water and to her surprise it was much warmer than before. For a moment it even appeared to her that these tiny wavelets on the surface had flocked around her feet and flirted, inviting into the water. She found that amusing and made a few steps into the water accepting this provocation. The next moment the floor disappeared, the overwhelmed girl submerged and begun to sink. Luckily she was a brave female so she quickly managed to pull herself together and with a considerable effort made it back to the surface just to realize that it was only the beginning of the adventure.

In a moment Natasha found herself on a great distance from the shore. Now it was scary. What kind of power was capable of doing such things? Well, that was irrelevant all she really wanted at that bloodcurdling moment was to get out of the water as soon as possible. Heading to the coast the fearful girl made a few strokes when something seized manavgat escort her legs. Natasha roared like a trapped animal. It felt like she was being attacked by stalks. They quickly ascended, winded around her hips and tried to get into the vagina. The whole thing was like an awful nightmare, she could not believe that it was happening for real. Scared to death she started rowing towards the shore as fast as she could, but it was really hard — now the girl had to fight not only the natural resistance of the water but also the unnatural power that already almost completely seized her. She realised that one of the stalks just made it right into her pussy. It was way too much for the poor girl. Natasha started writhing in hysterics and may be that had given her an extra power. Struggling to keep herself afloat she was moving chaotically desperately trying to tear up the fetters which were getting tighter and tighter with every second.

The desperate fight lasted for a good few minutes when she finally managed to break free. The girl made it just enough on shore and blacked out. When in a few minutes she regained conscience, everything around was calm and peaceful like nothing ever happened. A moon walk was shining over the perfectly still water and the girl started to think that it was nothing more then a bad dream. Relieved Natasha sat up, looked down and the very next second a bloodcurdling scream broke over the lake. It was not a dream. The persistent stalk that had managed to get into her vagina was still there. But that wasn’t the most terrifying thing. Coiled tightly around her left thigh it was making şişli escort movements that left not doubt about his intents. The stalk was raping her! It was the scariest moment of her life but same time the situation was so unusual that she felt like the fear yields to a complex yet unknown emotion. It was an unstable mixture of fear, curiosity and pleasure. With interest and growing excitement she was watching its movements. Everything was fucking real. The stalk started to move faster driving itself deeper and deeper in her wet and red-hot pussy. It was the strangest act of love in the world but the woman was totally enjoying it. She was moaning and screaming, her mouth was wide open, the nipples were firm, the whole body was shaking and tears were coming down over her cheeks. She totally lost control. The stalk was tireless. This incredibly sweet torture lasted for hours and during that time Natasha had been conscious absorbing pain and pleasure even though the attack on her senses was way beyond human capacity. Probably it was almost the morning when the exhausted girl finally passed out.

Natasha woke up late when the hot sun was shining bright in the sky above. She sat up and glanced down. The stalk was still in there, but it seemed to be lifeless now. Natasha slowly took it out and found that the plant was absolutely dry inside but on the surface there were traces of a sticky white liquid. The breath taking conjecture was immediately confirmed by plunging a finger into the pussy — the stalk had ejaculated. There was lots of that liquid inside her so it had been not enough time for it to dry out completely. Natasha took a sample and studied it. The scent was different from real sperm. It was a saturated mix of tropical fruits with some subtle shades. She cautiously liked it with top of the tongue. The taste was as nice as the scent. Same moment as she licked it her head begun to spin and then an extreme weakness swept over her body. She made a few convulsive attempts to breath and lost consciousness.

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Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, brushed her hands down her leather tunic. The grass and moss that had clung to it fell away and she grimaced as she stretched her back. She had been watching the manor house for two days now, hiding in the undergrowth and studying the weak points and the places of entry.

That was not her real surname, of course. She didn’t know her real surname. Her elven mother had died when she was very young and her human father had deserted her when she was a teenager. ‘Quickhands’ had been suggested to her by the first fence she ever dealt with and she had liked it so much she decided to keep it.

Narlissa grumbled as she brushed a clump of soil from her chestpiece where it had stuck to the swell of her breasts. She loved her big tits, was proud of them, but they did sometimes get in the way. Standing straight, she looked at the manor house again.

Inside was what she wanted – a golden amulet owned by the baroness that she knew was worth a fortune. Given the baron’s wealth was almost entirely ripped from the hands of the poor she did not feel too guilty about helping herself to some.

In fact, she rarely felt guilty about her work at all. She tended to choose targets she felt could afford the loss, and almost always where their wealth was unfairly or selfishly obtained. The effect of that was a sense of pride in what she did that most people would not have expected a simple thief to have.

But then again Narlissa was not a simple thief, which is why she felt she could pull off this theft. She quickly looked at the manor house again before turning and disappearing into the woods.

It was not far to the village where she was staying and Narlissa reached it quickly, making her way to the inn and entering her room. She needed a plan of action. Looking around the room she sighed happily. A lot of her best memories came in tavern rooms, one of those only a few weeks before when she had fucked the handsome Knight Errant, Sir Jeffrey. She wondered how he had got on in his quest to retrieve the axe in the end.

Shaking her head she brought her mind back to the task at hand. She would have time to remember the past when she had stolen and then sold the artifact. Soon she had sketched out the manor house on a piece of paper and memorised its weak points.

Narlissa sighed as she sat back then, biting her lower lip. Thinking about Sir Jeffrey had made her horny and now her cunt ached to be stuffed full with a nice big cock. Ever since being with the knight she had found herself to be even hornier than usual, and her orgasms were stronger than they were before, too. Given that they were hardly weak kastamonu escort beforehand that was quite something. And to top it all off it seemed to Narlissa that her lovers were getting off harder than ever. It was as if Sir Jeffrey had a magic cock and that orgasmic power was in her pussy now, too.

Staring at the map once more, she decided she needed to do something about finding a willing man to pump her full of his seed. She folded the sketch up and tucked it away into her pack. She knew it off by heart now but it would do her no harm to make sure she brought it with her.

She changed into more comfortable clothes then left her room, heading downstairs to try and take her mind off things. She was planning to rob the mansion tomorrow and she always got nervous before a big job. Anything could go wrong.

Narlissa entered the main tavern room and took a stool at the bar, ordering an ale from the middle-aged barman. He brought the drink to her and she handed him a silver coin she had taken from a noble earlier that week. The man had been so rich he would not even have noticed the small pouch she filled with a handful of his coins.

She sat back then, looking around the room. She needed to be distracted from her nerves and she knew how she would do that. Her pussy still wanted to feel a man inside her and soon she had set eyes upon an attractive man in his early-twenties lounging on the far side of the tavern. He was with two friends, who looked up at her when she approached.

“Hello,” she said simply as she sat down. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The man looked back at her with a raised eyebrow before speaking. “Not at all. Please sit down. I am Thom.”

“Narlissa,” she giggled back. He really was good-looking, with broad shoulders and short sandy blonde hair. Two blue eyes stared back at her.

His two friends introduced themselves then but Narlissa paid no attention to them. Nor did Thom.

“So what brings you to our town, Narlissa?” Thom said, still looking at her with a quirk to his lips. “I do not recognise you.”

“I’m just passing through. Nothing special,” she said.

“As good a reason as any. I, on the other hand, live here. Stuck working in the fields.”

Narlissa looked him up and down then, very deliberately. He could not have failed to notice. “But there are some benefits to that, no? It has given you nice strong arms at least.”

Thom’s eyes shimmered and Narlissa knew that he had picked up on her flirting. This was going exactly as she wanted it to.

Suddenly, he turned to his two friends. “Why don’t the two of kayseri escort you head back to the farm? I’ll join you there later.”

“But we’ve only just got here-” one of them started, before Thom cut him off.

“Go!”

The two men grumbled as they stood, draining their drinks and marching from the tavern. Thom smiled at Narlissa after they had left and her cunt throbbed with desire.

“Please forgive me for staring,” he said when they had gone. “It is rare that a town such as this sees a woman as beautiful as you pass through it. Especially not one with elven heritage.”

Narlissa smiled back. He had noticed her pointed ears, yet known they were not large enough to make her a full elf. Most people did not know half-elves even existed. In their eyes if you were any part elf then you were a full elf. Of course, the elves were the opposite, and felt that if you were any part human you were not an elf at all and just completely human.

She thought it was time she made her move. “Well, Thom, would you like to see a little more of this half-elf?”

He grinned and nodded, and Narlissa stood up. He stood too and it was then she got a proper look at him. He was gorgeous. He was very well muscled but not huge and stood probably 6′ tall. A lovely height, she felt. Grabbing his hand, she led him through the tavern and up the stairs. Soon they had reached her door.

She pushed it open and tugged him inside, stepping back past him to close the door and shut the lock. He grinned as she threw herself at him, immediately pressing her lips against his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to hold her hips and she crushed her body against him.

Narlissa grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up, and Thom let her do so. Then she unbuckled his belt and tugged it loose. Moments later he was naked in front of her, his cock quickly hardening. It was a lovely cock, and Narlissa moaned.

She did not have too much time to stare, however, as Thom quickly kissed her again. He pulled off her shirt, leaving her topless. With a groan he grabbed her big tits and began to squeeze them, and Narlissa shut her eyes to enjoy the feeling. He carried on fondling her breasts with one hand even as the other dropped to push down her cloth pants. They fell to the floor, and then she was naked too.

Narlissa gazed at Thom hungrily, before pushing him towards the bed until he thumped back onto it. He grinned as she sank to her knees and reached out to grasp his cock, the look becoming one of pure pleasure as she took his member into her mouth.

She sucked on his length for kıbrıs escort a while, enjoying the sight of his muscular naked body writhing in pleasure at her work. Her pussy was so wet she could almost feel her juices running down her legs and so at last she stood up.

Thom crawled further up the bed as if he knew what was coming and she climbed on too. She quickly straddled him, grasping his cock and rubbing its head against her folds.

“Oh, Thom…” she moaned in delight as she sank down onto his member. She impaled herself on him, his cock stretching her cunt and she sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of being so wonderfully full.

He reached out and grabbed her tits again, squeezing the globes as she started to move her hips. The sensation of Thom’s hard cock sinking into her every time she lowered herself back down caused her to moan and whimper in delight. Soon her pace was rapid and her whole body shook with the speed at which she rode him.

Narlissa stopped bouncing then so that she could lean forwards, putting her hands either side of Thom’s head. His manly jaw was gritted with the pleasure of their fucking and he realised what it was she wanted. Letting her big tits hang free he instead grabbed her waist and immediately began to fuck her hard. His cock slammed into her tight cunt and Narlissa cried out.

She could feel that she was close, her whole body tensing as Thom vigorously fucked her. His own eyes were glazed and he grunted loudly with each thrust. He stared up at her and she leant down quickly to kiss him.

After a few moments she pulled away, gazing back.

“I’m going to come!” he said in a strained voice.

“Me too! Do it!” Narlissa replied, closing her eyes.

“Argh!” Thom shouted, his hips crashing against hers. She felt his cock throb as it emptied its seed deep inside her, could feel the twitches of his length that signalled another rope of cum had been fired into her cunt. His eyes rolled back slightly as pleasure filled him.

“Thom, I’m coming!” Narlissa shrieked, feeling her cunt seize hold of his cock. The waves of pleasure that ripped through her body caused her to twitch with each thump of rapture. Her mind was clouded at the incredible strength of her climax.

Afterwards she slumped back down onto Thom, enjoying his hard body against hers. His firm chest pressed against her soft breasts and she loved the feeling. He grinned at her.

“That was probably the hardest I’ve ever come,” he laughed. “You’re very special, Narlissa.”

He stood then, quickly pulling his clothes back on.

“I should get back to the farm,” he sighed. “Thank you for that wonderful experience.”

Thom winked as he slipped from the room, and Narlissa smiled to herself as she lay there naked on her bed. She had come so very hard, and so had Thom. That was definitely new, but she was hardly complaining. Her sex life had become even better than it was before.

“Thank you, Sir Jeffrey,” she murmured to herself.

She was soon asleep.

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Here we are again, hopefully until I take this one to the end.

I want to thank my followers for their support, and my haters… please stop wasting your time.

This is a work of fiction: any resemblance with actual entities or individuals is pure coincidence.

This is the first time I give this kind of warning: you may want to skip Alexander’s part in this chapter, as his words and behavior could hurt some sensibilities.

Credit and especial thanks to Red_Sky_Reader for her editing and her overall help in creating this chapter, I hope we can keep it going for a long time.

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“He is not one of us, the tests have made it clear”.

From the haze between slumber and vigil. Rich heard an unknown man’s voice.

“Then the tests must be wrong. I know what I felt coming from him, and you know as well as I do that no normal person could have saved us the way he did. He ripped off the damn seat belt with his bare hands, for God’s sake!” The answer came from an equally unknown voice, this one from a woman.

After a sigh, the man answered. “You know as well as I do that humans can achieve that level of strength during extreme situations, it’s not the first time.” While the woman have been speaking vehemently, the man just sounded tired… and sad?

Muffled steps sounded on the carpet, and the man’s voice sounded lower and softer: “I know he made you feel the pull, and I myself wish that the tests were wrong; after all I’m your father and I wish for your happiness over anything else, but if you stay close to him you will only feel pain and despair. Just to be sure, additional tests are being made to make sure he’s not another thing. You have to get away from him and hope that the pull will wear off with time.”

Richter felt a sudden and inexplicable fear grip at his heart, followed by an equally inexplicable anger. As he was trying to understand his own emotions, Rich heard the family conversation stop when the father suddenly hushed his daughter.

“Don’t say anything else, I can hear a change in his breathing and heartbeat, he’s waking up”. After walking up to his bed, the man spoke to Rich in a soft voice, but with confidence and a certain tone of authority. “Take it easy, boy. For now just try to open your eyes slowly”.

Richter opened his eyes slowly as he was commanded, and when his sight cleared up, he found a good looking middle-aged man standing by his bed. His dark black hair had a blueish shine to it, though it was starting to whiten at the temples, and his honey-colored eyes looked at him amiably from behind his black wellington glasses.

Rich tried to raise himself to a sitting position, but the man put a hand on his shoulder pushing him down kindly but firmly.

“You are suffering from malnutrition, and the exercise you did last night didn’t help. You’ve been out for more than eighteen hours due to exhaustion”.

The man moved a chair to sit by the bed before going on with a frown on his brow. “Don’t take this amiss, my daughter and I are thankful as you can’t imagine for saving us, but I hope you understand that precisely because of the state you were in when you found us, I need to know who you are and what were you doing there so late at night. If you are in a tough spot, or you need any kind of help, don’t doubt we will do anything we can to help you; we owe you or lives after all, but we need you to tell us the truth”.

Rich moved to stare at the ceiling instead of the man, his mind racing to find the right answer. Obviously, he could not tell anything about the incident with the fat pervert in the alley, given that even he couldn’t believe he had killed a man ripping his throat with his bare hands. All the while, his gaze was attracted to the blond woman in the corner.

After a few more seconds, Rich decided to go with the bare minimum and come up with something to cover the rest: “I turned eighteen years old a few days ago. When that happened, my foster family kicked me out of their house because the government no longer payed them for having me there. I’ve been thinking about what I could do since then, though I was almost convinced that my only choice was going to a recruitment office to join the army tomorrow… or today, I guess. Last night I was at the park waiting for the closing hour of the restaurants because an older homeless woman told me that if you’re lucky you can get scraps before they throw them into the trash”.

A loud bang was heard in the room, and Rich saw that the blond woman had beaten the table by her side. “They are inhuman! How can anyone do that kind of thing to another person and live with a clean conscience?”

She looked genuinely furious, and for some reason that pleased Rich, but he found it strange that her complexion seemed to have gotten pale instead of going red. He discarded it as a visual trick of the dim lighting in the room.

Her father intervened with a conciliatory tone, “Judd, I understand and şişli escort share your ire, but right now that doesn’t take us anywhere”.

He moved to look at Rich once more. “Now that I think about it, we haven’t even introduced ourselves, right? Please pardon my rudeness. My name is Benton Curwin, and the lovely lady by the door is my daughter Judecca”.

“You can call me Judd”. She added with a bright smile that made Rich’s heart skip a beat.

Rich nodded and answered, “I’m Richter Maynard, both of you can call me Rich”.

“Then, if we are going to treat each other by diminutives, you can call me Ben”. Added Judecca’s father with a warm smile, though it didn’t last long as he returned to the main topic. “Rich, as I’ve told you before, my daughter and I owe you our lives, so you can ask from us anything you need, within reason of course. If you still want to enter the military I’m not going to stop you, but know that I’m a high ranking civil officer, and my daughter is a university teacher. You have other choices”.

Richter raised himself to a sitting position, noticing for the first time that he had been bathed and dressed in expensive looking pajamas. This time Benton didn’t move to stop him.

Rich thought about the meaning of these words. If what had happened in the alley last night was real, he didn’t want to involve the Curwin family. It was the best for all, the logical thing to do, but for some reason he couldn’t say the words. No, he knew the reason: it was a feeling that grew stronger inside him by the minute, some kind of compulsion that pulled him to Judecca; a combination of protective and possessive feelings so strong that threatened to break his heart when he thought of parting ways with her.

Rich looked up at the ceiling again, sighed and gave an answer when the feelings won over the prudence. “The army has never really been my first option. I need a place to live and a honest way to pay for it. Beyond that, maybe I’ll improve my education one day, when I have settled down and can afford it by my own means”.

Benton frowned at that. “Are you sure? As I’ve already told you, while we are not rich by all means, we still are what is commonly known as a well-off family. For us it wouldn’t be a big sacrifice to get you into a university and pay you an education, which would give you a much better starting point when you want to become independent”.

The offer took Richter completely by surprise. For a few minutes he could just sit there, mouth agape, while he processed the meaning and the possibilities derived from such a generous offer.

Finally, Rich answered while lifting his head. “It’s a tremendously generous offer, but thinking on it, you are offering to spend thousands of dollars on my education. If that wasn’t enough, the offer includes economical support during at least four or five years… even if I left my pride aside, it’s a favor I couldn’t repay in my whole life”.

Benton placed a hand on Rich’s shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze. With a smile, he said, “Sorry to repeat myself, but you saved my daughter and me, and that one is also a favor we couldn’t repay in our whole lives”.He stood from his chair and straightened his jacket before going to the door and ringing a bell. “In any case, you are going to need a few days of rest and good meals to get back to top condition, make use of that time to ponder your options”.

Someone knocked the door, followed by a female voice. “Excuse me”. The door opened and a brown-haired woman with Asiatic features dressed in black and white entered the room. After placing her hands at her belly, she bowed her head to Benton, and asked, “You called, Sir. What do you need of me?”

“Yurie-san, why don’t you help our guest refresh himself? After he has had a shower and gotten comfortable serve him dinner here in the bedroom, he can join us for meals starting tomorrow, when he’s more rested.” Then he turned to Richter. “If you need anything, don’t be shy and ring the bell, Yurie-san will take care of it”.

“Certainly”. She agreed with a wide, friendly smile. Rich was surprised to notice that she had blue eyes, despite being pretty obvious that she was Japanese.

A few minutes later, Judecca and her father were walking along a corridor when she suddenly asked her father with a smirk on her face. “What was that? You were talking about splitting us apart and now you offer to send him to university?”

Without turning around, Benton answered, “Who said I was going to send him to a university in this state? Even if he insists on just getting a job, I’ll make sure it’s one that takes him away from here”.

Benton finally turned around when he noticed that his daughter was no longer following behind his steps. The hurt look in her eyes broke Benton’s heart. “Honey, don’t look at me that way”. He pleaded. ” It breaks my heart to make you suffer like this, but I’m doing tuzla escort it for your own good. I’ve already told you that the tests are negative, a union between you two is impossible”.

Her face looked serious and her emotions under control, but when Judecca answered her voice sounded strangled for a second. “Have you made all the tests? He could be a recessive bloodline that hasn’t manifested yet”.

“You have a third grade, sixth step blood purity, a recessive bloodline could never awake a pull as strong as the one you are feeling right now. Your encounter with the young Doubon, together with the suspension bridge effect from the boy, Richter, saving you from the car wreck must have combined to trigger a false positive in you, that’s why you two need to stay apart until the effect wears off”.

Judecca balled her fists and gritted her teeth, but despite her efforts a tear rolled down her cheek. This alarmed Benton, as he knew that his daughter was a proud woman used to hiding the emotions that didn’t benefit her, except under extreme circumstances.

“He only had the clothes he was wearing when we found him. No matter if he chooses the university or a job, he’s going to need his personal documentation, I can offer to get it for him while he rests and take the chance to investigate him. Now that we know his name it shouldn’t be hard to find information about him, especially if he gives me a written permit to move matters in his name”.

Judecca answered by just nodding her head, and her father moved a step closer to embrace her. After a moment, Benton commented in a light tone, “With the trouble our young guest is bringing with him, it almost looks like you would have been better accepting Alexander’s proposal”, and he chuckled.

Judecca’s emotions weren’t quite under control yet, so she pushed her father away from her using more strength than she pretended, and her voice had more poison than she wanted when she answered her father. “I can’t believe you just suggested that, even as a joke”. She then turned around to return to her room.

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It had been more than twenty-four hours since he had met her, but Alex was still mad, very mad. He had a high social standing, his father worked directly under one of the ten members of the council, he had graduated from a good university, his blood purity was above hers, if only by a little, and to top it all off, he was one of the most beautiful males their race had to offer.

“Then why? Does she really think she’s above me? Any bitch in this world would cream her panties when I look at them, she should be thankful that I even talk to her”.

“Some people are too stupid to see the opportunity of their lives even if slapped them in the face. If it was me…”

The woman stopped talking when Alexander raised his left hand from her crotch to slap her in the face. “Who said I was talking to you, or that you could speak, you slut? Go back to your work!”

The woman mumbled an apology and, with teary eyes, she got back to kiss and nip at Alexander’s neck, nape and shoulder while her hand caressed his chest and stimulated his nipples.

In the thirties-styled room, Alexander was sitting on a leather couch, dressed only with his usual jewelry: three chains around his neck, his watch, two bracelets and a few rings. His right hand held a glass of bourbon while his left hand fingered the blond woman by his side without really caring for making her feel good. Another girl, this one a brunette younger than the blonde, was sitting naked on the floor between Alexander’s legs, giving him fellatio.

He drank from his glass and kept thinking aloud. “I can find and conquer as many beautiful women as I want, what I want from her is the connections her family has: first and foremost her father works under another member of the council, that would give me second hand access to connections with two of the ten members. Also, Judecca is a teacher at a university that only our people is allowed to attend. Even if I force her to leave her job as a teacher after the wedding, her older sister is the vice principal, so I can use her to turn the university into a recruitment camp where I can brainwash the young ones into becoming my followers. I’ll expand my influence and overtaking the white seat in the council won’t be just wishful thinking”.

He drank again from his glass, and a thought made his rage rise again. “I’m such a genius schemer, why doesn’t that Curwin bitch bow down to my magnificence? She should just recognize that she’s dying to put down her pants in front of me, just like any other slut in this world”.

The girl that had been teasing his neck and chest raised her face and, after a moment of doubt, raised her voice. “I think you should consider everything carefully, Alex. No matter how much influence or power you have other those under you, you can’t use that to get a seat in the council, you pendik escort must have the power, knowledge and ability to defeat a member in actual combat”.

Alexander sent a hateful glare to the girl, who started shivering. “You had to go and burst my bubble, bitch!” He threw his glass into the hearth, breaking it. While the flames were still raising due to the alcohol, he used his now free hand to punch the girl in the face with enough strength to throw her out of the couch.

At that moment he winced, grabbed the girl that had been sucking him by the hair and lifted her. The brunette screamed and grabbed at Alexander’s wrist to try and steady herself. Alexander screamed at her face. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your god-damn teeth? Do you want me to pull them out one by one?”

Trying not to cry, the girl answered, “I was being careful, but you started moving suddenly!”

Alexander slapped the right side of her face twice in rapid succession, not minding his strength. He screamed at her face again. “When did you become important enough to talk back to me, you sow?”

The girl didn’t answer and just stood there; hanging by her hair, with her right cheek swelling rapidly while tears rolled down her face and her broken lip dripped blood. Alexander, feeling disgusted, threw her back. She tripped with the low coffee table behind her, tumbling over it and falling to the floor.

Alexander kicked aside the toppled table, and grabbing at the girl’s hips he said, “Come here you little slut, I’m going to teach you a lesson”. He penetrated her without further warning and started ramming at her without any care in the world.

Alexander was slamming his hips into her at a fast pace, slapping the brunette’s butt from time to time. She could do nothing more than stay there on all fours, grabbing at the carpet with her nails, and try to endure.

She couldn’t suppress the moans of pain no matter how hard she greeted her teeth. “Please, Master, I beg you. Slow down for a moment, I can’t withstand this pace right at the beginning!” She pleaded. Alexander slapped her butt again, this time harder, and just like that he introduced a thumb in the girl’s anus. She screamed and squirmed trying to get away from her torturer. “Please, stop, you’re hurting me Master Alex!”

Without taking his finger out, Alexander used his other hand to grab the girl’s hair again and pull it with force. “Who the fuck cares? You’re my bitch. No, you’re lower than that, you’re a toy, a thing, a piece of furniture whose only purpose is to receive my cum and produce little bastards!”

The girl could only open her eyes in horror at the words she had just heard. She stopped trying not to scream, and in answer Alexander sped up his pace with a smile full of teeth. The smile of a mad person who found a dark pleasure in the pain of others.

Without stopping, Alexander looked around and screamed, “Where’s the other slut?!” She appeared, with her nose bleeding and her left eye almost closed due to inflammation. He made a face of displeasure when he saw the state of her face, but even with that, he ordered, “Clean your damn nose and come here to lick my ass hole while I fuck this little piggy”.

With tears in her eyes, the blond girl obeyed her master. Not long after she had joined in, he raised his speed to a frantic rhythm, from there it didn’t take long for him to cum without warning inside the brunette.

After panting for a few minutes, Alexander pushed both girls away from him and stood up. He walked to the door, stopped there for a second, and told the girls without turning around. “I’m gonna get a shower, you sluts clean up this mess”.

Alexander slammed the door shut behind him. Once alone in the now dark room, the blonde girl crawled up to the brunette, they held each other in their arms and they allowed themselves to finally break down, both of them sobbing and crying bitterly.

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Richter started to relax as days went by and nobody came to question him for murder. Perhaps the wound he inflicted on the man wasn’t as serious as he thought, or maybe the police couldn’t find any clue that linked him to the man’s death. Taking into account the injury he had received, maybe they discarded the case as an animal attack. Rich seriously hoped it was the first option.

Rich had spent most of the time cooped up in his room. The first morning, he had asked for a book to read, and he was surprised to know that Benton had ordered for a brand new tablet to be bought and configured for him. This kind of attention made him feel awkward, and he even felt guilty that they were making that kind of expenditures on him. The first thing he did was connect to several news sites. For now, there were no news about fat men with a ripped throat in a dirty alley.

Thanks to the tablet he couldn’t just read books, but also surf the net and play some games, so the mornings were not really tedious, however he soon started to look forward to the evenings, when Judd came back from work and went to his room to see how he was feeling and to chat with him.

When she was there, hours flew by without even noticing. Both of them had a similar opinion in many topics, and in those where they disagreed, they debated and stimulated each other.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Introduction:

I was sitting at the Space Terminal in the Republics Capita. I was pondering on the circumstances that had brought me to this point as I thought about my first field assignment! Had my superiors lost their minds? Was I about to be suddenly recalled to my desk and told that it was all some sick joke or the failure of some assessment programme or even the result of an enemy computer virus that had infected the agency Central Brain?

I had never been out of the Capital before far less off planet and now I had been asked to go to the Anarchist hell holes of the Free Alliance Worlds. I had the urge to return to my safe apartment and my safe but interesting office job. I considered myself the last choice as being suitable for such an assignment.

However there was nowhere I could run to. I was being discreetly watched and I was also loaded with the latest agency tech hardware and software. In a way it was also a compliment as my superiors consider me a loyal citizen of the Republic. Still I would prefer to be going back to being the office mouse. Well one of the things I wanted to be at least.

I had just been a desk analyst at the Peoples Republic Intelligence Coordinating Kommand for 5 years since being recruited as a student from the Peoples Cosmos Institute.

The acronym made us sound comical and we were the butt of some pretty dire sick humour. Making jokes at the expense of the agency was one form of political humour that was allowed in the Revolutionary Republic.

It was a good front as the agency was not something you wanted scrutinising your affairs. Blackmail, extortion and physical violence were tools that it would use in the defense of the Republic without loosing any sleep. Nor would it stop with those measures mentioned above as murder and assassination were regularly sanctioned by the agency.

The agency though kept a very close eye on political opposition and possible free thinking radicals. It had eyes and ears in every corner of the Republics military and civilian sectors and two of each eye and two ears if not several in every govt front office and even backwater outposts.

Oh as an analyst I was first rate and the office tea and coffee maker and gofer as in go for this and go for that, well I was fine with that. I did wonder though as to why I was even recruited in the first place. I suppose I was a star student with top marks in Natural and Revolutionary Philosophy, my mother and father also being high ranking bureaucrats in the Republican Govt.

My mind swept back to the day when I was called into my superior’s office. It was the day my world was turned upside down and inside out. I remember his words as he and the uniformed Major from the Alien Intelligence Kommando sat quietly scrutinising me. He gave me the creeps, nearly all men did. Not that my inclinations were for women as they gave me the creeps in equal measure. It was my superior’s words that were ingrained on my memory though.

He smiled with his lopsided grin that had just a hint of menace as he spoke “Agent Griffin please be seated!”

He then made an introduction and there was an elongated pause before he spoke again. He spoke brusquely to me as was his usual way and it was clear he had called me for something more than just to make coffee for him and the brooding major.

He spoke “Agent Griffin I have been studying your file and your records! A most impressive record as an analyst! Your work has led to the arrest and conviction of no less than 27 enemies of the Republic!

You have a sharp mind and eye for detail that is most extraordinary! The Major here has noted in your assessment tests a remarkable score of 100% in identifying the faces and profiles of individuals that passed your senses! Even when they were in disguise!

In fact out of all the agents employed at the agency and as you know there are some 50,000! You and you alone scored 100%! You have a unique talent that the major here feels that the Republic can put to better use! For the moment though we will say nothing of what use you might be put to in the service of the Republic!

Your records and indeed your assessment and your overall profile raises questions agent Griffin! You are something of an enigma to us! Indeed it begs the question why it is you are not yet a field agent!”

I knew exactly why I was not a field agent. Well several reasons actually. I did not have the desire or any ambition to be one for starters. I could not shoot to save myself. I would have caused injury to anyone near by if I was asked to hit a barn door at point blank range.

A breeze of wind could knock me over and that was generally why I never ventured out of the safe environment domes. I was a dead loss at unarmed combat which for some mad reason they insisted all agents, even desk hogging analysts should do.

Worse yet I did what I could to get out of anything kırklareli escort that involved any wild or what might be called natural environments. Nature meant dirt and I abhorred dirt of any kind. Fresh untreated air made me nauseous or giddy. It also smelled.

I was also normally an anxiety infected nervous wreck. I took several medications to control that. But then they knew that already. That might have been down to the work I also did though.

Also unlike the other female agents and specifically the field agents I was not what any man or woman for that matter could possibly perceive as attractive. Voluptuous, curvaceous, athletic, sexy or even cute were not synonyms that could be applied to me. I was the mammalian equivalent of a stick insect. I was tall at 6 foot but I was skin and bone. My chest was even struggling to make 34 A or was that 32 A as it was almost as flat as a proverbial pancake’ I wore baggy clothes to hide the fact that I was almost nail like.

Physically I did not have the looks to be a field agent, nor the skills. The idea of being in a social situation with a man or a woman to even flirt, well the very idea made me twitchy. Any man who took an interest in me in that way I considered being insane and if not insane then very likely to be a criminal of some kind.

I was also aware that my father worked as head of the Republics immigration and emigration inspectorate! My one relationship if it can be called that was with a man who just wanted to use me to get some Visa protocols! It left me with no trust in men and the enduring notion that no man would be interested in me just for me!

I was the office oddball, well amongst the females at least. In that I was a virgin in every way. I had no sexual experience with either sex. The full extent of my sexual experience was to have a cynical passport hunter stick his tongue in my mouth. Even the idea of kissing repelled me. Mouths contained germs! Germs were everywhere. I suppose dating him had made the others think I was half way normal.

My superior’s words floated into my consciousness again “Agent Griffin you are an enigma!”

I gave him a blank look. What did he mean by that? I had the overpowering urges to bite my fingernails or fiddle or tug on my long hair pleats. My superior continued with his exposition as he let his words sink in “Agent Griffin! Your file reveals two different women! Now let’s see!

Dedicated to your work! Indeed never late and often stay late! Work is always turned in on time or more often than not early! Never drunk at office Party’s! I worry that you have no social life! Social lives are considered to be healthy for our workers in the Republic!

However when anyone is being considered for any special assignment we check them out thoroughly! Indeed you have conducted such background checks yourself on individuals being considered for promotion to sensitive positions within the govt, media, and intelligentsia and more importantly within the military!

So it stands to reason that you would yourself be screened and more than once and that process reveals a different personality from the one that hides behind a Console and a screen! Let’s see what surprises we turned up!

A girl with a remarkable range of esoteric and eclectic interests! Regular attendance at Classical concerts, proficient in several dance styles, an active interest in Art, skilled in several musical instruments, active in your housing commune! I will not bore you with the rest!

In every way a good citizen and a good neighbour! Well I suppose we are neighbours and nobody has complained about you!

Oh and very decisive and ruthless when the need arises! Qualities a good field agent needs! The manner in which you dispensed with and indeed the speed you displayed in dealing with your criminal ex boyfriend, well that was done in the best traditions of the agency!”

I blurted out of the spot “Me! A field agent! I would be a disaster Sir!”

I wanted to dig a hole on that very spot and bury myself. My anxieties rose to the surface. I did not know at the time that was what he wanted as they set me up for what was to follow.

He let the growing turmoil in me spread as I had the urge to run off to a toilet cubicle and lock myself in it. My medications were still in my office desk. I must have I thought looked a comical sight to both of them and to whoever who would be watching as I fidgeted and looked for an escape.

He continued his attack as it now felt to me at that time as he sighed “Contrast that with the psyche profile! This makes for inexplicable reading when you consider other aspects of your profile! However it has been assessed that perhaps this might make you ideal for the operation that the major here wishes to conduct!”

He let those words sink in slowly as my mind went into overdrive with worry. I tried not to look at the Major who was now staring at me with eyes afyon escort that looked as if they were boring into my skull. Then my superior changed tack on me.

His next words further unbalancing me not that I needed anymore to unsettle me as I was now having cold sweats and my stomach was churning! I had probably already been biting my lower lip for several minutes when he uttered “Agent Griffin! Frances! I and your father are old comrades! We passed through university together! Then through the military academy together!

We also served side by side in the victorious War against the Anglic Federation and its corrupt vile allies! Indeed our unit was the first to breach the defences of New London! Your father is a hero of the Republic! Not that he ever speaks about it I suppose!

Oh and I don’t want you to think that you are here for reasons of nepotism! Or because your parents are part of the Party elite! This is a meritocracy in its purest form Frances! You are here because you attained the qualifications to be here!

Anyway how is your mother and father these days! Work and our career paths took us in different directions! How I miss the old days though! How is you’re your younger sister! Will she follow in your steps into the agency?”

I was being slowly manipulated and my guards and defences were being breached one by one. It was part of the agencies classical interrogation techniques. A subtle and implied threat was always better than a direct one. The bastards had found my weak spot. If there was anyone in this galaxy that I adored it was my little sis Lisbeth.

My stomach began to churn more violently and I felt as if I wanted to be sick. I had used such interrogation techniques in my stints as an interrogator. I had a five for five success rate in that. I had learned from masters who had been perfecting their skills and techniques for several centuries.

My superior had let me stew on his previous words as he paused for am apparent breath before continuing “Well let me get to the point as the Major is a very busy man and the reason why you have been summoned! In fact it relates to work that you carried several months ago! The Major is heading up a project called Operation Chameleon! Does the name ring any bells Agent Griffin?”

I sat there as my hackles rose at the mention of the word and I blurted out “Indeed it does! How could I forget! I was chewed out by you in this very office over that Chameleon! You asked me to analyse reports relating to seven enemy agents thought to be operating in Free Alliance Space!

I reached conclusions and suppositions that you did not agree with! Namely that it was not seven agents but only one! You called it a nonsensical piece of work and screamed we are looking for seven agents not a fucking chameleon!”

I began to sweat as I remembered how at the time I took a weeks holiday time after that and even considering resigning from the agency but no one ever resigned from the agency and lived a healthy long life. Such a move normally resulted in a one way ticket to the Penal Mines on the outer edges of the galaxy.

My superior smiled in a crooked fashion as he spoke “Another one of your talents is to hit the nail on the head! Indeed I must unreservedly apologise for my behaviour that day! I also apologise for calling it a work of cheap science fiction and worse! The neurotic fantasy fiction of a woman in need of a fuck!

However in other assessment we have also found that you have a 100% score in memorising faces, names, numbers and dates! In short you have a photographic memory and you were not fooled even when presented with faces of agents within this agency who were in disguise! It is not totally known how you did that but you did!”

He let his apology sink in and I was further unbalanced by what sounded like a compliment. I was unused to compliments. I did not trust them no matter the source of them.

My boss continued “I will let the Major take over from here!”

The till now silent Major opened up with a compliment of sorts “Indeed! That report found its way to my desk! In fact it was the first break in an ongoing operation that we had!

We almost apprehended that agent but he eluded us and escaped from the world where your report said he was likely to be! We followed the logic of your arguments but in trying to track him down again we have had no success! This is why I need you on operation Chameleon! It is and has the highest security rating! We consider this enemy agent a threat to the balance of power and thus to Galactic Peace!

Furthermore the Republic cant afford to fight another long war! Our military is not prepared for one and as hard as it is to admit this, we have fallen behind others in terms of military technology and science! We would in all likelihood lose any war fought now or in the near future!

Needless to say that none of this must go beyond these geodesic walls Agent amasya escort Griffin! Naturally you will also have to sign these documents that I have in my possession!

The first is to acknowledge your full cooperation in keeping secret for the rest of your life; operations with security level 11 clearances!

The second is to your acceptance of a transfer from PRICK to Military Intelligence Directorate 11!”

I was being played of course. They were appealing not just to my patriotic side but also to my pragmatic side which had no desire to see the outbreak of a galactic war. They had done a number on me that was for sure. It was sign or be dragged to those Penal Mines or worse! Believe me there is worse.

I signed naturally being an out and out coward. The Major smiled like a crocodile that was about to get an easy meal before he spoke again. “As I said your report gave us a big break Agent Griffin! But thanks to our bungling the enemy agent eluded us and worse! I can now tell you that we sent our best female operatives after this enemy! No less than seven of them in fact! Four turned up dead! Three are presently missing and are assumed either dead or now in the hands of the enemy!”

Now I was worried. I hope they were not planning to send me to track this dangerous individual down. He was everything I hated in men He was everything that scared me in my life.

The Major continued blandly in that matter of fact tone that could grate “In addition two other of our agents went totally insane and turned into raving nymphomaniacs and had to be institutionalised for their own safety and well being!”

That was code for they are now servicing the Space Marines on one of the Rand R worlds set aside for heroes of the revolution. The Penal Mines were starting to sound attractive to me.

The Major let his last words sink in before continuing

“In our assessments of agents who might have a chance of success in tracking down this individual you scored 69% on those tests! Surprisingly you scored higher than the other agents that we had sent previously to track down this individual!

Indeed our assessment tests were based on the report you did! That report has been updated with information that you did not have access to at the time and with what we have discovered since your original submissions!

However what we cant replicate is some of your logic or indeed your instincts! Indeed your resistance as shown in your psyche reports to the advances of the opposite sex is one of the reasons we feel you can succeed where others have failed!”

I could not believe my ears. They were as I feared planning to do exactly what I feared the most. They were going to send me after this monster and into my worst nightmare and there was nothing I could do about it. Not if my little sis was to be safe. Indeed if I refused my parents might also be in trouble as it was one step from Party bigwig to the Uranium Mines.

If I refused I knew that before the end of this revolutionary year I would be dead, missing, imprisoned or just gaga. I hoped that I would wake up soon and find that this was just a bad dream.

The Major left me to stew on whatever was circulating in my brain before he continued with his pitch “It might be that if we are very lucky that the two agents we sent out this very day will be successful and that we can apprehend or even eliminate this agent but our mission profile assesses that they have only a 45% and a 34% chance of success!”

I groaned inwardly to myself and thought “Typical tactic hold out just a glimmer of hope to the condemned! Why me of all people what did I do to anybody?”

The Major continued in that monotone “Records indicate that you are due some leave time! Two weeks to be precise! It will be granted immediately! I suggest you take it! Thereafter you will be in a very intensive training and induction programme for three months at least!

You will also be part of the Operation Chameleon team from the moment you start at MID 11! Needless to say you say nothing to anyone! I will meet you two weeks to the day at the Space Military Institute here in the Capital!”

I was then promptly dismissed. I thought what nutter did this to me? Who did I upset? I went home and cried my eyes out. It was then my own loneliness struck home. There was really no one I could tell even if I wanted to. Nor could I sleep as then the nightmares began. The many faces of the Chameleon were invading my dreams as they did all those months before when I saw those first photographs. In the end it was my own entire fault.

I felt him borrowing into my soul. We were not meant to have such heretical and anti revolutionary thoughts. I woke several times in the night sweating. I could swear I already heard his voice in my head. He was mocking me with “Hello Rabbit! Hello Mouse! Hello little Robin! Hello kitty!”

A holiday indeed for two weeks. I went to visit my parents and my sister. In the back of my mind was the knowledge that I might never see them again or they me. There was nobody else in my life. It did not occur to me to leave any sort of message behind me that they could read. Should somebody in MID 11 pass on my particulars in the event of the worst? I swore silently to myself an oath that someday in the future I would get revenge on somebody for this.

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Sam was again reaching out, feeling the powerful Tetricon as it accelerated away. He wasn’t sure just who this was, he’d already met the four new minds.

He could tell it wasn’t the doctor, a small smile came to his lips. It also had a distinct antipathy for the doctor. It most definitely wasn’t the seven councilors they seemed to shit their pants when he was around. Hmmmm, this was getting interesting indeed.

A few moments later the new mind seemed to vanish, though Sam cold still feel a faint trail. Might be good to not actively try to scan or interfere with it. After all, he was strong, by far more than any others he’d met. This power might prove to be the deal breaker if it joined with the others.

A movement behind him, had him turning to see Thantas, dragging Triot along the ground. Sam only smirked at the look of pain on Triot’s face. Upon reaching him, Thantas, again lifted Triot then smashed him as hard as she could to the ground. “Stay!” She growled.

“Ah! I see that you are finally, fully awake. I can also see that you have some form of osmosis healing.” The startled look on Triot’s face confirmed what Sam had thought was true.” Reaching out Sam briefly touched the side of Triot’s head. “There I think that should keep you for a while.”

“You piece of garbage! What have you done to me? I am a Tetricon of the first house! What you have done isn’t possible unless…” An audible gasp came from Triot.

“Ah! I can see the first light of any intelligence in your eyes. No, we didn’t break the code of osmosis, I was born with it! Your kind tried to steal it from us, not knowing that it was unique to the individual with it. Yours was stolen when you tried to copy it, it hardly works as it should be.” Sam told a now worried Triot.

“You… you turned it off?” A startled Thantas asked.

Sam turned to see the look on Thantas’ face, “in the simplest sense, you might say that. It’s not gone, though, he will have a much harder time using it.”

“What!? You haven’t the right…” Triot started.

“HAVEN’T THE RIGHT! You, you thief, are the one who hasn’t the right! What you took was never meant to be integrated within your race’s geno. Honestly, I am surprised that it didn’t kill or consume you.” Sam almost shouted.

A sinister smile came to Triot’s face, “it is the spoils of war.” Here he looked at Thantas. “Besides the little bitch wasn’t really using it to…” Triot’s voice was cut off as Thantas’ foot met the side of his face.

With a growl, Thantas was about to lash out harder when Sam stopped her. “That’s enough Thantas, I had more questions though, it is nicer with him quiet.”

A quick smile came to her face, “we need to make it permanent, as soon as possible!” She looked at Sam then drew her foot back kicking Triot again. “What? Just making sure he stays out, longer!”

Sam could only shake his head at the extremely happy expression on Thantas’ face. I do believe, she is enjoying this far more than I at first thought.

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Inside the newly constructed dome building, Triann was hard at work preparing more tests. She had to find out what it was with Sam, that made him more unique than any other of their race.

The simple fact that, he had transferred the immunity to the gas to all of them, was an unfounded bonus. Her curiosity, was what had made her one of the greatest healers of her people. It also seemed to be a downfall of hers, her mate almost as busy with the government made them a perfect match.

They had been so much a match that her mate hadn’t made it for the birth of Sam. He was there though, when they launched Sam to earth. Poring over the massive data about Sam, Triann was still puzzled why Sam wasn’t activated ’til the present time.

Hmmm she thought, a few of the things she suspected were showing to be in fact, fact. The main mystery though, was why was it now, that the cubes the infants had been suspended in became active.

Movement behind her barely registered as her mate Fino, moved to a piece of equipment. Have you felt anything more from Thantas? Fino asked.

Not as of yet, she appears to have more than half her memory back. All the force training she had, has completely returned. It also appears that almost all the memories that we implanted in Sam are starting to come to the fore.

So, he has almost the same skills she has, just far more strength. I… I felt something I haven’t, for a very long time. We have a thought warrior among us, though as to who I am unsure. I am sure of the both of us, also of Mellos’s father. It is the other three I am unsure of.

A thought warrior! Triann’s thoughts returned with a gasp, I had thought they were outlawed after control was lost by one. I was part of the team that removed much of the power of those left.

I was surprised as well; this could göztepe escort make things very dangerous indeed. I am the last of our planet’s government, even I am unsure if they will listen to my orders. Without the others this could prove extremely difficult. Plus, when I felt them, they were just as powerful as then, no, we do have to tread carefully. Came Fino’s thoughts.

Don’t you believe that we should alert Sam? I know that he is far stronger than any Cliverstone physically, though mentally? That I am sorely unsure of. Replied Triann’s thoughts.

He is strong, far stronger than I ever thought he would be. I believe it’s something about this earth that he was on, that has something to do with it.

Hmmmm, Triann’s face screwed up into a look of profound thought. Something about this earth, searching her mind she felt something at the edge of her thoughts.

When I first started this search, for worlds that possessed the same atmosphere that contained the gas, I almost skipped earth. The atmosphere had a combination of the gas, which was in far higher amounts than I had ever encountered. Triann thought to no one in particular.

If that is true then why send him there. Fino asked.

They were high but there were also high amounts of regular elements, they seemed to more than balance it out. Returned Triann’s thoughts. Hmmm, Triann thought a few minutes later. It appears that all the overabundance of both elements is what caused his absolute immunity.

Then we are good, well except for the other problem, I just hope he doesn’t hate the both of us. I could take that, though if he refuses to help further, then we as a race are also doomed.

Hate is a strong word, I am sure he will be displeased with us, not hate. Triann responded.

You forget Triann, he was raised on an alien world, with a completely different way of thinking. Remember he has no problem with cessation of life. A worried Fino thought.

I am sure that he will continue to help us, our people. Replied Triann.

You have the confidence of a female sire. Fino’s thoughts said as he shook his head. I hope that in this instance you are correct.

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The Lord Doctor chuckled as he watched the two young arachnids struggle to escape. He had to admit that the both of them were far stronger than he thought they’d be.

It had taken almost perfect timing and most of his power to capture them. Had he not gone as hard and fast as he did, they might have gotten away. That would have been disastrous as one he could handle though, two? It would have taxed him to the brink of even his power, now though he had the upper hand.

A smirk came to his face as he thought of the coming. They would probably threaten quite a bit, perhaps a frontal assault. This time though, he was sure that they would do exactly what he wanted. An evil laugh erupted from his throat; they would be his slaves by the end of the day he was sure of it.

The lord Doctor turned to look upward, ah good, his soon to be slaves were approaching. Two loud thuds outside the doctor’s domicile alerted him that they had arrived.

Both nearly ripped the door off of the domicile as they both charged in. The Lord Doctor just stood back as both the elites started to fire with increasing strength of fire power. The shield between them and the young Tetricons flared brighter and brighter ’til the young within it started to scream.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” the Lord Doctor started to evilly laugh. “In case you haven’t guessed it, the shield is tied to the planet’s inner energy core. Unless you can turn it off, or destroy the planet, then you have no chance.”

“Release them you putrid sack of garbage!” The male arachnid hissed. They both watched in shock as the female Arachnid threw herself against the shield. For a moment she breached the shield as she started to pull one of the young from the shield.

The doctor’s face showed worry as he shot an energy beam at the female, knocking her away. This of course afforded the male time to slam his own body into the doctor’s. Both landed in a heap though, the male moved away from the semi-conscious doctor at the scream of the female.

Again, the doctor started to laugh as he slowly stumbled to his feet, bleeding profusely from quite a few places.

“Try… try that again, it will be the last you ever see your offspring alive. If I remember correctly, this one of the last of your mating / offspring cycles.” The Lord Doctor panted out noticing that the blood wasn’t slowing at all. “I had thought that, the conditioning was no more with the two of you. Had I time I would reinitiate it.”

The male tending to the female smiled slightly when she whispered to him. Turning the male hissed, “the slave beam no longer effects any of us. We grew out of it many, many cycles ago.”

“Too bad, your kind were our strongest çorlu escort asset, now? You are just useless flotsam, though you will do as I say if you wish to ever see your offspring alive again. Don’t think you can do anything to defeat me, try and they will be no more.”

“What do you wish? Once we are done here, we will never answer a call from you again, leader of the council or not. You have broken more laws of the Elite than I wish to count. We owe you nothing nor will we ever again.” The male hissed and growled out.

“Quite simple actually, just destroy ALL the Cliverstones. I am sure that if you eliminate Sam, then Thantas, the rest should be quite easy.” The Lord Doctor said. With any luck they can destroy that thought warrior also.

“Fine!” The male stated as he and the female left, rapidly taking to the sky, then space.

A truly wicked smile crossed the Lord Doctor’s face as he laughed at the still struggling Tetricon young. “Not to worry, you sires will be joining you in death soon.” Laughing maniacally even harder than before, the doctor turned away, not seeing one of the offspring clutching something curling into a ball.

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Quite a long way from the first councilor’s area, a Tetricon landed with a slight thud on an isolated world. A short look around showed that no one had detected him, then again, he hadn’t felt much life from this dust ball.

Slowly running a tentacle like leg across his head, the Tetricon was thankful almost all the pain was gone.

A shake to try and clear the obvious fog that was clouding his thoughts, didn’t help either. He knew what he was, was almost certain where he was. The thing was that was about all he could remember.

Then there was the fact that he had been hidden, compressed, within another race’s form. It was right there on the edge of his memory, though the harder he tried to access the memory, the further it seemed to slip away.

Damn he thought, why in the world did that sound so familiar? A gnawing feeling suddenly struck his body, what in the world was this?

Taking a step toward what he sensed was water, he missed stepped, falling on his face. Crap he thought, the pain, oh! The delicious pain! This made more than half the gnawing feeling dissipate, odd why would I like pain?

Slowly standing the Tetricon started to make its way again to the water source. Upon reaching it, the Tetricon threw it’s self into the water feeling the cool water open briefly, a few memories.

He remembered the council, using him then throwing him away. He had helped them set up their seven areas, though there was one far worse than them leading them. Was that the one that had attacked him? He wasn’t sure, though he was going to find out as soon as he was stronger.

Now he thought, I just had to find something to ingest, before my insides start to eat themselves. A shake of his head helped to re-enforce this feeling, he needed something and soon as the water helped though not near enough.

A sudden thought came to his addled brain as he lay there in the water. He was a hunter, as many of his people were, were being the definitive word. If he was remembering right, not many did that sort of thing anymore.

He was struggling to keep conscious when, a small animal like thing approached the water. Not moving at all he let the animal approach him then sprang, wrapping his eight legs around it he drew it in then started to drain it.

A mere few minutes later he dropped the dried-out husk, feeling the drained life as it coursed through him. Ah! So good to be in my natural form again. That helped greatly though, I am going to need more if I am going to survive.

By the end of the planet’s day, there more than ten dried corpses floating a way off from the Tetricon. Much of the dull black color of the Tetricon was now a darker, glossier black.

The Tetricon stretched out it’s legs feeling renewed strength starting to flow through it. Ah good it thought, finally starting to feel normal again. Now then I have to set a plan, the one leading the council will be first. Then the council it’s self, not sure if I should destroy them or make them servants like they tried to do to me.

The Tetricon reached out tentatively, gently to not arouse suspicion. Ah there is the doctor and the council, strange, I am feeling other Tetricons. these feel so much different than the doctor and council.

Widening his scans, the Tetricon was amazed when he felt more powerful beings. Three in particular, who were as strong as the doctor, though one had passed the doctor’s power by almost double. A shudder went through the Tetricon when he felt the powerful being. These three feel, so different so…. The Tetricon retreated when he felt the strongest one right next to him.

So, came the unclear thoughts of the strong one. How can I help you? I can feel that — — ümraniye escort — is so unclear.

The Tetricon tried to push the strong mind away only to have it not move. I … can’t think… like you do.

The strong one smiled I can help if you wish, I can see that much of you mind is blocked. I can also see the abuse you suffered at the hands of the council. Your hatred of them mirrors my own.

If… you can… yes. Returned the hesitant thoughts of the Tetricon.

A few moments after Sam started on the Tetricon, he could feel it screaming as a floodgate of memories rushed into it’s brain. There I think that should help, as he felt the pain drop too almost nothing.

Yes, returned the thoughts of the Tetricon. I assume that you have had dealings with the council before?

I have, came Sam’s thoughts, none of it has been a pleasant experience.

Neither has been mine, I helped to establish the seven councilors and their areas. I was pushed out, punished while I was at my weakest. I am the last of the elite of my people. What they did, broke all the rules of the elite. Though at the moment, I am only at half my power. I will be whole in a planet’s rotation.

A smile came to Sam’s lips at the news that he received. I can assure you that you are not the last of the elite. This I know for a fact, rest then we can talk later. We need to arrange a place to meet to discuss this more.

I believe that would be acceptable. The Tetricon replied.

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We need to contact Sam, the male Tetricon that had left the IP home world thought.

I concur with your statement, though I am not sure how. here are lower wavelengths that we can use though we can’t be sure that Sam can even detect them. The female answered.

This I know, the male agreed, though we must try, if we are to have any hope of ending this. With his help I am sure that we could easily free our offspring. The male replied.

A moment later the male started to send out a much lower frequency thought wave. At first, he was afraid that Sam wasn’t getting any of it. Then was shocked a moment later when Sam answered.

So, I see that you can communicate at a lower band. What… Sam started then was cut off.

I am afraid that the doctor has captured our offspring, the two that were with us. He has ordered us to destroy you along with the female Cliverstone Thantas. We, cannot, in good conscience, even attempt this. This is about our offspring though, so we have not much choice. You, we are afraid, are the only chance we have.

Sam smiled a moment, we all may have help there. You see, I have been in contact with another elite. Sam waited a moment to let the two digest what he’d just thought to them.

Are they like us are they still under control of the council? The female asked.

He stated that he wanted nothing to do with the council, he stated much like you did that the council broke ALL the rules of the elite. So, I don’t think you will have a problem with him aiding you, against the doctor or the council. Came Sam’s thoughts.

That is good to know, I am shocked though, to find another of us out this far. We need to meet with him and you again as soon as possible. The male replied.

I am in agreement with you, though I am unsure as to how we can accomplish this, with the doctor watching your every move. Sam thought.

We have time for now, he won ‘t expect us to move to quickly with the bio-screen the triads have up. The male thought.

I’ll contact you soon, Sam thought as he cut the communication.

Sam took a deep breath then lifted, flying to the dome structure. He still had to talk to his father about what he’d felt ther other day.

At the door Sam set down, striding inside he looked around. It appeared the scientists and the engineer were hard at work.

Walking by the engineer, Sam thought he saw the male working on some type of shield. Hmm, Sam thought, that would come in very handy in a few cases he could think of.

He then saw that; his mother was working side by side with Mello’s mother. Nodding his head, he could only imagine what foul-tasting concoctions they might come up with. A small shudder went through him as a memory of one such concoction came to mind.

Sam walked further on where he saw that his father, was talking to Mello’s father. Taking a seat Sam decided to wait for the moment.

Fino, saw Sam almost the same time that Sam espied him. The look on Sam’s face let him know that Sam was upset about something, hopefully he doesn’t know yet Fino thought.

Finished with his conversation with Tynco, Fino walked over to Sam. “I can see by the look on your face that you are concerned about something.”

Sam nodded, I am I felt a very powerful mind the other day, I also saw you concentrating hard. I have to ask are you this mind?”

Fino drew a sigh as he shook his head no. “What you felt was a thought warrior. Powerful, also outlawed in the last days. One lost control, destroyed quite a few, I and the others in the government had to remove their power. I guess we missed one, though I know not who it is, yet.”

“Are we in trouble?” Sam asked.

“I’m not sure yet Sam.” Fino said.

Great Sam thought now got possible enemies here with us.

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(Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and to The Transgression Solutions, hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories.)

*

The two people lurched through the apartment door together, humming the tune of “Waterloo” in very poor harmony, and then the man stopped for a moment to tell the apartment lights to come on at one-third power. Then he turned towards the woman and leaned towards her.

She didn’t accept his kiss, however, but held him at a little distance as she looked him in the eye. “Is it really true, then?” she asked.

“Is what true?”

“About you being ninety years old.”

“Ninety-four, actually. But of course it’s true. You can look at my implant if you want.”

“Fucking hell.”

He paused to stare at her. “How old are you, then?” he asked.

“Nineteen,” she replied. “Fuck. Bit of a difference, isn’t it?”

“Look,” he said, “if it’s just too weird for you, do just say.”

“No. It’s just fucking amazing. I’m up for it, so long as you fuck like you look.”

“How do I look, then?” the man asked.

“Actually,” the young woman said, “you look like an office worker who goes down to the gym too often.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, I think that I can promise that I fuck better than I look.”

“Good,” the woman said, unfastening the clasp that held a black lace shawl across her shoulders. Throwing the shawl aside, she stood with her hands on her hips as the man gazed at her crimson leather corset. Her long, jet-black hair was fastened in two plaits, which hung down past her shoulders, while her face was pale, and she appeared to be wearing dark eye make-up and scarlet lipstick.

“Nice,” he said, and untied the laces that held the corset closed at the top.

“Old-fashioned enough for you?” she challenged.

“Lot more old-fashioned than me, actually,” he told her. Grasping the top edge of the corset with both hands, he drew it open so that her breasts came free. “Nice,” he repeated, and bent forward to kiss them. Her skin was pale, almost dead white, while her nipples were like dark rubies.

“Thanks,” she said, looking down to watch his mouth working on those nipples.

“Just out of interest…” he said, raising his head again to look her in the eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, but this stuff is new to me. You’ve had some kind of treatment, to look like that?”

“Oh, yeah. Semi-permanent pigment modification. You like it?”

“Looks great,” he assured her, and illustrated the point with several more kisses. “But if I look so boring to you,” he asked, straightening up and grasping her waist with both hands, “why’d you take an interest in me?”

She shrugged. “Dunno really,” she said. “I guess that there was something about the way you were watching the band — fuck, you were at the gig in the first place … What’s so funny?”

“Sorry,” he said. “But — an Abba tribute band?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I guess that I was surprised to see someone like you there.”

“Why’s that?” she said, sounding slightly annoyed but mostly puzzled.

The man shrugged. “Well,” he said “look — is your style Goth Revival or something?”

“Goth,” the young woman said fiercely. “Never needed reviving.”

“Okay,” he said, “but I don’t remember Goths being very into Abba in my time.”

She shrugged. “Are we going to stand here all night?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said, releasing his grip and guiding her into the apartment. “Would you like another drink?”

“Not specially,” she said. “Would you like a fuck?”

“Yes,” he said, diverting her towards his bedroom. Once they were there, she sat on the bed to unfasten and remove her high-heeled shoes, and then stood up again and pulled up the hem of her multi-layered black gauze skirt so that she could drop the black lace G-string she was wearing underneath it. He, meanwhile, had struggled out of his tunic and shirt and kicked off his own shoes, and she stepped up to him and embraced him, nuzzling at his shoulder and then nibbling at it, hard.

“Ow!” he said.

“Oh. Fuck. Sorry.” she said, breaking the embrace. “These are new.” She grinned at him, drawing her scarlet lips back to reveal that her canine teeth were elongated and needle-pointed.

“Hell’s bells,” he said. “Very fancy.” He craned to look at his shoulder, where a pair of small drops of bright blood marked the place where she had bitten him.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “I won’t do that again. Hope you don’t mind them otherwise.”

“No,” he said carefully. “But I won’t be asking you for a blow job.”

She grinned again, more naturally now. “I’ll make that up to you,” she said. “Take your pants off.”

The man obeyed, and the woman ran a hand down his belly until she reached his cock, which she began to manipulate deftly. At the same time, she began to run her tongue over his nipples. He gasped, and simply artvin escort stood enjoying the sensation for perhaps a minute, before steering her to the double bed. She sat down and lay back, and he finished unfastening and opening up her corset. She cast it aside, leaving herself topless. Then he lifted her skirt up, and smiled as he saw her stocking tops and her pussy, with just a neat tuft of dead-white hair contrasting with the hair on her head. He moved up to the medical implant display on her shoulder, tapped it three times, and smiled at what he saw. She returned the gesture with an impatient look, then raised her eyebrows.

“Okay,” she said, “you are ninety-four.”

He moved back down her body to bring his mouth to her crotch. She moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them and probed her cunt with his tongue. She inhaled sharply for a moment when he found the entrance, then relaxed as her probed and caressed her.

After a moment, he looked up. “Pardon my saying,” he said, “but you’ve been heavy with the perfume down here.”

She laughed. “Oh, that,” she said. “that’s a treatment. Just a temporary thing. Lasts about a month.”

“Jeez,” he muttered, then went back to her pussy. Running his tongue up the line of her cunt lips, he made her gasp for a second with careful pressure on her clitoris, then stood up and pushed her skirt entirely away from her crotch. She wriggled a little further up the bed, he knelt between her thighs, and she sat up and took his erection in one hand while caressing his balls with the other. A moment later, he began to breath deeply as she moved her grip carefully up and down the length of his cock, and she grinned her fanged grin as it quivered in her hands, the tip glistening before her eyes.

“God,” he said, then “please…”

She took her hand from his balls and applied it to her own pussy, fondling herself for a moment and then carefully parting her cunt lips as he gazed down at them. Then she shifted a little more, guiding him to her entrance.

He began to push into her, carefully and slowly — slowly enough that after a few seconds, she was digging crimson-painted fingernails into the sides of his hips, pulling him in harder and faster. She gasped sharply as he entered her entirely, and then they grinned at each other as he held himself above her.

Then they began to move together, and she sighed deeply. “Ninety-four…” she muttered.

“Body’s just a few months old…” he replied. “Younger than yours…”

“You saying I’m old?”

“Hell, no.” He smiled briefly. “Young and tight.”

“Glad you like it.”

“Anyway,” he said, “I hope that I do fuck better than I look.”

“I dunno,” she said. “I’ve never fucked an office drone.”

“Perhaps you ought to,” he said, pausing for a moment. “I was one for forty years.” He smiled. “Though actually, I think that I was pretty boring fuck most of that time.”

“So being Restarted…”

“Made me fit and healthy again,” he said. “But it was realising that I had a second life made me want to do things better this time.” He moved again, slowly but firmly inside her. “And to fuck a few more different women.”

“I’m another tick on your list?” she asked. He didn’t reply, but kept an impassive expression as he thrust into her steadily and rhythmically. “Oh, fuck it,” she muttered, and wrapped her stockinged legs around him, clamping her heels against his thighs. She closed her eyes, and began to gasp ecstatically, occasionally letting slip another “oh, fuck,” until with a final deep gasp, her body quivered under him.

Now he lowered himself on top of her, holding her head gently with both his hands, pressing his chest against her breasts. His thrusts grew harder and less regular, until suddenly he too groaned, and she felt his orgasm pouring into her.

They rested together for a moment, and then she disentangled her legs from around him, and he carefully extracted his softening cock from her pussy and rolled off her. They lay side by side, silent for a moment.

“I hope that wasn’t too conventional for you,” he said pensively after perhaps a minute.

“What do you mean?”

He laughed. “Sorry. Me thinking in clichés. I wondered if you’d turn out to be into bondage or something.”

She grinned. “Wanna be tied up, then? Or do you wanna tie me up, then, lover?”

“I’ll try anything once. Having a dangerous vampire at my mercy… Yeah, mind if we try that?”

“Okay.” She shrugged.

He found a couple of soft scarves somewhere, and fastened her wrists to the head of the bed. She wriggled and grinned, and he ran a hand gently over her breasts, before examining her skirt for a moment until he found the fastening. Undoing that, he removed the garment and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then, slowly, a little teasingly, he rolled her stockings down her legs, one after the other, leaving aydın escort her entirely naked. She sighed softly with pleasure.

“It’s traditional to impale a vampire with a wooden stake,” he commented.

“No fucking wooden stakes here, lover.”

“This do?” he asked, with a gesture.

She glanced at him below the waist. “Yeah, it will. So impale me with it, why don’t you?”

She spread her thighs and he placed himself between them, then carefully guided himself to her entrance once again. “Want it?” he asked.

“Fuck me, you bastard!” she said softly.

“Like you could stop me.” He pushed, and they sighed in unison.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Yes, yes, yes,” they chorused as he pounded into her. She bared her fangs for a moment, and he reared back, than set to pounding her harder and harder. She let out a shrill “oh!” then writhed against him; he lowered himself so that he could clutch her naked buttocks with both hands, squeezing her against himself. She grinned, and he gasped as he came again.

Then he carefully extracted himself, his softening cock briefly leaving a silvery trail on her pale skin, and sat beside her, looking up and down the length of her body with a soft smile.

“You wanna untie me know?” she said, “Just I’m getting a bit of cramp here.”

“Not yet,” he said, suddenly abrupt.

“Oh,” she said, staring at him. “Oh shit. Look, my phone knows where we are, and it’ll call for help if I scream right. And my implant’s supposed to call someone if anything happens to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said quickly. “I’m not into any of that stuff. You’re safe with me. I’ll untie you in a minute. I just want to have a word with you and not have you find an excuse to leave.”

“Fuck you,” she said. “I will scream…”

“And I’ll tell people that you’re an industrial spy.”

“What?”

He smiled softly. “And that bite,” he said. “Technically … okay, well, I guess that you can say it was consensual. But would you want anyone to take too close a look at those teeth?”

She studied him carefully. “What do you think this is about?” she asked carefully.

“Oh, the hospital warns all of us,” he said. “There’s no magic drug in our blood, but there are enough commercial secrets involved in the Restart thing that certain people might want a sample. Just to see what they can find.”

“And you reckon that’s what I wanted?” she said, not sounding quite disdainful enough.

“Once my brains had taken over from my balls,” he said. “I mean, say what you like, you and those couple of friends you were with did look out of place at that gig. And I’m not sure I’m very interesting at first glance, let alone being your type. And the bite … well, I hope that you’re normally more careful with those things.”

She stared at him. “So what do you plan to do now?” she asked.

“Me? Not much. The hospital told us to be careful, but there are a thousand ways to get a blood sample from someone if you really want, so they make sure that there’s not much in there to discover. This is no big deal, really. I guess I’m mostly just curious. Are you really an industrial spy?”

The woman sighed, all the defiance fading. “No,” she said, “not really. Not, like, as a full-time job.”

“Then what’s this all about?”

She sighed. “All these treatments cost money,” she said. “One of the doctors at the clinic — he knew that I was looking at some new expensive stuff, and he told me that he could get me it for free if I could get something for him. He’s got connections, in the pharma biz.”

The man sighed. “Of course he has. So you sold your soul to become a vampire,” he said.

“It was just a little job,” the young woman muttered.

“Sure,” he said. “Did you get paid in advance?”

“The teeth are the pay. Most of it. They’re supposed to take out the mechanism when I go back with the sample. Make them a bit less sharp, too.”

“That’s probably just as well, yeah.” He shrugged. “Look, I believe you — maybe I’m gullible, but sorry, you really weren’t slick enough to be an expert spy — and I don’t want to screw things up for you more than you might screw up yourself. Let’s say I won’t tell anyone about you personally if you tell me the name of the clinic and the doctor.”

“You’ll do that?” she said.

“Why not?” he said. “This isn’t my fight. I got bitten, but I got laid too, so what the hell. If you get a sample, other people may not try. I’ll even not tell anyone for a day or so. Should give you time to get the teeth changed.”

The young woman gave him names, and he checked them with a portable computer. Then he stepped over to the bed and reached out to one of her wrists.

“By the way,” he said, pausing, “I haven’t forgotten that you’ve still got those teeth. But aside from the house computer and my implant, I’ve got ten or twenty pounds balıkesir escort of Restarted muscle on you. Plus seventy-five years of being nasty.”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” she muttered.

He untied the bonds, and the young woman massaged her wrists briefly and looked at him sheepishly. He looked back at her with a faint smile.

“I have to admit,” he said, “In ninety-four years, I’ve never done it with a professional before.”

“I’m not a hooker,” she snapped.

The man sighed. “You slept with … sorry, I should say fucked me because someone was paying you,” he pointed out.

“Somebody was paying me to get a blood sample,” she said. “They didn’t tell me to fuck you.”

“But they gave you those teeth. The number of ways you could use those without getting arrested is pretty small.”

“I was making this shit up as I went along!” she said. “I had to get you alone and get close to you, sure, but coming back here was just how it seemed to work. And you’re not bad looking, y’know, and I thought what the fuck, I haven’t done it with anyone that old before…”

“I guess I’m flattered,” he said. “Even if I’m a tick on your list.”

“Believe what you like,” she said, sitting hunched and naked on the bed.

The man sat beside her, still naked himself. “Okay,” he said. “Not professional — enthusiastic amateur. Anyway, thanks,” he added.

“What?” she said, startled.

“Some friends have been telling me I ought to be more adventurous,” he explained. “Picking up a cute Goth teenager seemed like a good start. Getting bitten by a wannabe vampire, getting seduced by a spy — well, that stuff was a bonus, wasn’t it?”

“Sarcastic bastard.”

“No, honestly.” He patted her on the shoulder. “thanks.”

“You think I’m an idiot,” she muttered.

“Not really. You’re young and inexperienced, so you want cool toys, you don’t want to defer gratification, and you let yourself be used. But being Restarted makes me pretty impatient too, and makes me want to screw cute Goth girls. So we both got what we wanted. No idiots here.”

“Not sure I wanna be cute,” she said.

“Tough. It’s better than being not bad and interesting because you’re old.”

“What was that other thing you said? About, what, gratification?”

“You don’t want to defer it. You want everything now.” The man sighed. “Don’t worry, being Restarted makes me much the same. It’s why I let you get close to me before I started wondering why you’d want to.”

She stretched out, no longer bothering to hunch around her nakedness. “You are old,” she said, “and it is weird. Half the time, you’re like any other guy, and the other time you talk like my dad.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret. Your dad is probably like me the other half of the time, too. He won’t have teenage-level hormones like me, but if he’s not trying to set you a good example — especially if he’s getting laid — he’ll act human.”

“You reckon?”

“Trust me. Been there myself, fifty years ago.”

“You’ve got kids, have you?”

“They’re old enough to be your grandparents, now.”

“Fuck.” She laughed nervously. “But you didn’t try to set me an example,” she pointed out.

“Not my job. I just wanted to get laid.”

“Actually, you weren’t too bad at that. Really.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I do try.”

By some kind of unspoken mutual agreement, they both moved to lie side by side on the bed as they talked. He looked frankly up and down her body, and shook his head. “Amazing what they can do these days,” he said.

“You can talk!”

He laughed. “True.” He twisted and leaned forward to kiss one of her nipples. She looked momentarily startled, but didn’t stop him. After a moment, though, he paused. “Sorry,” he said. “Being Restarted makes me as bad as any boy your age.”

“S’Okay,” she said with a shrug. “I like boys.”

He laughed. “I prefer girls,” he said.

“Tried boys, have you?”

“Just the once.”

She rolled onto her side and looked at him, startled. He shrugged at her. “What, is that so weird? New life, try everything once this time round.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, and put one hand flat on his chest. “Aren’t you old enough to think that’s illegal or something?”

He smiled. “You know your history. But these days…” he shrugged. “I’m not really that old person any more. Because I don’t want to be.”

She didn’t move her hand. “I know how that works. You’ve got to be who you want to be, right?”

He smiled. “Quite. Oh god, I am turning into a teenager, aren’t I?”

She shrugged.

“By the way,” he added, “did you know that your boobs move nicely when you shrug?”

She flashed her fangs at him. “You trying to be annoying?” she asked.

“Not especially. But we’ve both had what we wanted, so I thought I’d just try being honest.”

“Anyone ever tell you that wasn’t the way to get what you wanted twice?”

“That’d have to be three times,” he muttered, but he also frowned. “I guess that I didn’t think that was very likely,” he said.

“Dunno why not. You’re looking quite hopeful.”

He glanced down at his cock, which was indeed becoming engorged once again. “Just because I want something, doesn’t mean I think I must have got a chance of getting it,” he said.

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Early morning light bathed the room. As usual, my back was to it. However, unlike most mornings, I woke to the warm feeling of being pressed against another. My memory was blank as I breathed in the scent of her and gently ground myself against her soft body. My left arm was wrapped around her front, across her chest, and lightly gripping her right shoulder. My left lay under my pillow and her soft auburn hair was spread across it.

Auburn? That thought slapped my half-awake mind into focus. It reminded me of the night before, lying with my sister, which brought me to the next uncomfortable thought: Not only was I hard this morning, but that hardness was also pressed tightly against her deliciously soft rear.

This brought me many unbrotherly thoughts about my older sister. I took a deep breath of her scent, the smell of her lavender shampoo and body soap. I closed my eyes and oh so gently thrust against her, the delicious feeling of rubbing myself against her soft warm body intoxicating my mind.

A sudden moan and shift from her had my eyes flying open to look upon her face in fearful wonder. Was she awake? She stirred and wiggled herself into me then started to lightly snore, something I was sure she would never admit to.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift. Something I did often in the early mornings when I wasn’t ready to get out of bed.

Apologies and Sisterly Affection

Daphne

Daphne woke up to her brother’s snoring. His face was buried against the side of her neck.

“Ugh, Bart, you’re drooling,” she laughed and elbowed him in the side.

“Huh what?” he mumbled out, still half-asleep.

“You were drooling all over my neck and hair,” she said giving him a mock glare that lasted about a second before a big smile spread across her face.

******

I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “So, sister Daph, how are you this morning?”

“Doing all right, brother Bart.”

“Ah Maverick, you know I own all the seasons of that show on Amazon.”

“Really, we have to binge watch that,” she said smiling.

When Daphne and I were younger, and before my dad decided his fatherly duties were at an end, we used to watch old western shows like Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wanted Dead or Alive, Bat Masterson, and, of course, Maverick. I never knew who I was named after, Bat Masterson or Bart Maverick, though I’m pretty sure it’s the former, after all, Bart Maverick’s full name is Bartrum.

“You remember that Halloween when you dressed up as Calamity Jane and I as Masterson?” I asked her and she smiled nostalgically.

“I was Annie Oakley, not Calamity Jane.” I nodded with a smile, busily remembering chasing her around the house with a pop gun.

“Bart, I’m sorry,” she blurted out of the blue I looked at her in confusion. “For yelling and screaming, calling you names,” she started crying then.

I pulled her close whispering, “Shh, it’s ok; whatever it is, it’s ok.”

She shook her head. “No, it isn’t, I was just so angry at him, you, but mostly at myself and I took it out on you. I’m sorry,” she finished quietly sobbing into my chest.

I didn’t know how to handle this; emotions were not exactly my forte. Give me a problem to solve, whatever it is, and I’ll give you solutions. Not always easy, not always simple, but still solutions. However, that emotional crying where a person just needs to get it out? What the hell does the even mean. If it’s solvable solve it, if not, accept it and move on. Where does crying get involved in that.

So, I just lied there staring at the wall and running through the day’s activities in my head. I would need to shower. Luckily after having to have one too many cold showers because my grandfather was too cheap to buy a new one, I did a little mundane/magical tinkering and the water heater no longer failed to keep up. Good thing with how many guests stayed over last night.

Breakfast was probably already seen to, but I’d still need to fix a plate for myself. The burial would be around noon; the preacher will probably attempt to get a sermon in, it was Sunday after all. Then I’d have to see the guests off, courtesy demanded it. Finally, after all that, I might finally do something constructive with my time to make up for the wasted two days.

Daphne had stopped sobbing and was at the light crying phase with the occasional sniffle. “You alright now sis?”

“No, but I’m better. Sorry you’re all wet and snotty.” She smiled briefly. “Guess I paid you back for drooling on me,” she said.

“Ha, so, your dastardly plan was to play upon my sympathies so you could cover me in snot and crocodile tears,” I said staring at her with mock reproach. “Oof,” I grunted as she hit me and called me an ass. I sat halfway up, and with tuzla escort a huge smile said, “Oh ya?” Then I tickled her.

I trapped her under my body, my left leg between both of hers. Well, my larger bulk held her underneath me. My hands squirmed up and down her sides as she twisted and laughed underneath me. I grinned at her just desserts for calling me an ass. How dare she.

Her squirming, however, had a rather different effect on another part of me. Her hips moved against mine as I tickled her, grinding her into me. I noticed quickly and stopped and pulled back. She encircled my shoulders in her hands, not letting me off her.

I opened my mouth to speak, perhaps to apologize, I don’t know; my mind clouded with lust as desires tickled my brain just as I had tickled her. Then she kissed me. Her lips softly pressed against mine, and slowly her kiss grew harder more demanding. Her tongue slipped from her mouth to lick at my lips. I didn’t think for the first time, I simply did. I opened my mouth and met her tongue with mine. Music played in my head, “When marimba rhythms start to play dance with me make me sway.”

Our tongues danced, sometimes in my mouth, sometimes in hers. “Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you.” I turned, falling on my back, her lying on top of me. When one of us pulled back to breath, the other would lay soft kisses against the other’s skin. “Only you have the magic technique, when we sway I grow weak.” My hands moved to her back, and Slid against the soft skin there to catch her shirt to pull it up. We separated just long enough for her to remove it. I moved up to meet her and she fell to meet me. “I hear the sound of violins long before it begins.” Our lips were seconds from meeting with no desire to stop.

Knock Knock! “Hey Daph, you going to sleep all day? By the way, you know where Grinch is?” Elsie called out rudely, popping the private little world of ours that consisted of the bed and nothing else.

“Alright, hold your horses, Barts here with me,” she called out in answer. “Oh, well both of you get a move on, it’s almost ten. Aunt Jean said there won’t be any hot water left if you take too long.” Elsie said before leaving.

Daphne leaned down and whispered, “Now, how would she know that?” I dumbly responded “Who, what?”

She smiled and laughed. “Oh, look at that. I kissed my brainy little brother dumb. How would Aunt Jean know the water will get cold?”

“Ohh, her and grandpa occasionally knocked boots.”

She sat back, which conveniently placed her ass on my rather hard package. She looked at me in astonishment. “Really? Really? Her and Grandpa?”

“Yup, they’re both widowers, and occasionally they got together to do the horizontal mambo.”

She had been gently thrusting her hips as we spoke, not enough to get me off, but more than enough to have me completely in the moment. “So, I guess I better get up and find the shower.”

My eyes went wide. “What? Wait, what about-” I started to say but she was already off me. I watched her ass as she bent at the waist to grab her shirt. Straightening, she looked over her shoulder and with a wide shit-eating grin said two words: ‘cold shower’- then she was gone.

Goodbyes

I lied half considering using my hand, knowing that my evil sister would be sure to let someone know I was being slow this morning. So, embarrassment would surely follow if I did that. I finally pulled myself out. I looked down at my mast, trying to will it away, which proved to be futile, so I gave up with a sigh and made way for the bathroom.

I was pretty sure that no one would be using the shower that was in my grandfather’s bathroom which was located through his room. I was wrong. Distracted by what had just happened, my mind replaying every wonderful moment, I just opened the bedroom door.

“Dammit Bart! Don’t you know how to knock?” Sandra petered off, looking decidedly south of my face while I took in the sight off her naked form.

Her blonde hair was slightly damp and laying against her neck. She was turned toward me, her skirt held to her crotch which left a clear view of her rather impressive mammaries. I stood for a heartbeat, options running through my mind. It settled on simply saying “Hi” and heading for the open door of the bathroom.

I did not take a cold shower. I washed, and by the time I got out, things were a bit more manageable.

I dressed and headed for the main rooms. People were milling about here and there. I glanced into the kitchen, Evil was speaking to Aunt Maureen, but she gave me a wink mid-sentence. I just glared. Sandra was talking to Bethany. I couldn’t hear what was said, but from the many furtive glances I was receiving I had a guess. I had a bad feeling that my rep would be thoroughly tarnished by day’s end, and there was nothing Sandra liked better than gossip.

I stretched for a moment. “Still sleepy Otis?” Aunt Jean pendik escort called.

“Hey, I didn’t drink enough to earn that,” I whined. Yup, rep ruined.

“Just picking on you, Darling. Oh look, Bart, Jen; Jen, Bart,” she introduced, and I turned to see a girl standing there. She had an easy smile that lit up her face.

“So, hi, grandma Jean said we should meet. I’m a first year at Ferris. You planning on going to college? Wow, you’re really fit; work out? So, what do you like to do? Me? I like to read and…” Blah, blah, blah, she ran on and on. My eyes were wide. I stopped trying to keep up and just nodded my head as I ate my food.

Jen was 5’5, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was a bit plump but not overly so. I’d call her more cute than beautiful. Like her grandmother, she was wild fey a bear to be precise. I could feel it in her soul, that slightly primal feeling that came from her.

The next two hours passed quickly. Everybody was in decent humor until an old grandfather clock in the living room struck noon. People slowly made their way outside. I went with the vets who were to be pallbearers. Closing the casket, I walked at the head as we moved outside. The honor guard followed beside us with their rifles. The rest of the guests trailed behind, with the immediate family taking the front. It was about twenty yards to the short stone wall that separated the family plot from the rest of the land.

We laid the coffin in the cradle to be lowered in the ground as people took their places. I laid one hand upon the coffin in final respect before taking my spot with my sisters, cousins, and Aunt. They cried freely. I watched the proceedings stone-faced. The honor guard fired their rifles. The preacher began his sermon. When he finished, the honor guard folded the flag and handed it to me before saluting.

It was strange, the pain in my chest I felt when taking that flag. It was like someone was squeezing my heart in their fist. I stared at the flag for a moment when suddenly arms surrounded me. The pain lessened.

As the others went back to the house, I stayed behind with several others who had volunteered to help place the dirt in the grave. George was there as well as Sheriff Tanner and a few others whose names I didn’t know right off the bat. I’m good with faces, but names always eluded me.

The Lord’s Hound

Maria laid her overnight bag down on the floor as she waited for the knock. She had smelt them before she saw them as she had walked into her apartment complex. Orcs, they smelt different than humans, earthier. Groch and Delcath were her Lord’s main enforcers and bodyguards mostly for his guests. As her Lord enjoyed saying, ‘the fear they inspired with a simple knock ferreted out traitors far more effectively than any trap’. It was true. There had been many who had heard their knock and ran.

She opened the door and watched the two imposing orcs. True, they both had glamours, but glamours were skin deep. They both stood an impressive seven feet tall, and Groch’s face and head were both clean shaven. Dark, twisting tattoos ran from the collar of his dark pinstripe suit over his head and down his face. Orcish tattoos told the story of their greatest successes and failures and were displayed proudly, which is why the glamour did not hide them.

Delcath wore a similar black suit; however, his hair was shaved on the sides and worn in a long braid that fell to the base of his spine. He also had the facial tattoos that started somewhere beneath his suit. His tattoos were different then Groch’s as they both came from different though allied clans.

Maria nodded to the two then walked with them out. They entered a black sedan with black double-tinted windows. She knew from experience that the car was also sound proof and the upholstery was easily removable and extremely flammable.

Still, the car was incredibly luxurious for a rolling torture chamber. She sipped at a glass of eighty-year-old Brandy as the car rolled into the large estate. The estate was a massive mansion that almost looked like a castle overlooking lake Michigan. Large decorated gates opened for the car.

The estate screamed opulence in the extreme. Maria and her escorts stopped in front of the large Victorian-style doors. A massive coat of arms was carved into depicting a shark eating a British flag while the jolly roger stood in the background.

The door was opened with only a moment’s notice. A butler quietly stood aside, waiting for them to enter. When they did, he spoke, “Lord Avery awaits you in the gym.” Maria merely nodded before heading for the gym. Before even opening the door, she could hear sounds of steel striking steel.

Opening the door, she saw a large room with an older man with cold dark eyes and silver hair training a young man. Neither wore protection, and the younger had several small cuts on his face, chest, arms, and hands. The older bore maltepe escort not a mark.

“Fool! Maintain your attention at all times!” He struck the boy and left a racking slash across his chest. “Your wards are pitiful. If I had not held back, you would be dead. How I worry for the legacy of our family with you as head. Our territory will be dragged out from under us in a month. Get out of my sight,” Lord Henry Avery XV said in disgust.

The Lord turned. “Ah, Maria. I have a matter for resolve. Leave us, that means you,” he ordered, giving a hard look at his son.

Damian Avery was twenty-years-old and lived in privilege his entire life. He was treated for the most part like a king, but his father treated him only as a disgrace.

“Maria, the task I have for you concerns the mistakes of emperors and kings,” Lord Avery stated, making sure his son heard.

The Prince

Damian stormed from the room. The many cuts covering his body burned as his sweat dripped into them. The pain from the lacerations took second to the rage burning inside him. Then his mother was there.

“Oh, my handsome son, I must remind your father not to be so tough. Still, it’s proof that he cares.” She crooned as she begun to use magic to close the wounds, her head shaking at both her husband and son. Her husband laced the cuts with curses to make them slow to heal and grow in pain with each passing hour. It standard in fights between mages to do such things, and therefore to check for them, but these were painfully obvious, pun intended.

Damian growled. “Bullshit. He thinks I’m weak. A fucking chi—” Whack!” Damian’s head flew forward. His mother’s hard eyes were upon him. Then her voice slithered out like a snake.

“Last one to use foul language in front of me lost his tongue. You, my wonderful son, will lose far more my respect.” With that, the woman turned on her heel and left.

Damian did not speak, but the words screamed in his mind. ‘Fucking bitch, how dare she hit me’. His hands twitched as he stormed through the estate. He entered his room and he looked at his “doll.” His doll was a human woman, twenty-years-old, with her mind completely destroyed, and all she could do was follow commands. He gripped her tight before raising one hand, and calling out his mother’s name, he smacked the doll.

Cinderella?

Catherine did not move. Her scent erased, her mind calm, and her form hidden completely, the magic was held to a minimum, but still active as she listened to her father speak.

“Maria, tell me of this Schultz boy. How capable is he?” he asked.

Maria spoke, “I know very little other than he’s observant. He spotted me as a killer, that is the most I know.”

“Yet his grandfather was incredibly capable, but he did not know magic?” Avery asked.

“His grandfather may not have used magic, but he quickly grasped the concepts and there were few better in his field,” Maria explained. Avery looked at her then his shark eyes studying her face even as his magic filled the room in preparation of attack and defense. The grandfather trained you in combat and was responsible for getting you and your family into The States. Do you feel loyalty for the boy?”

Maria spoke one word in response. “No.”

“Good. I have a task for you.”

******

Catherine slipped from the room as plans began to form. She was so lost in thought, she almost missed the attack. The knife flashed like lightening as Catherine moved away and dodged the strikes. Catherine’s assailant wore nothing special but a dress. Catherine moved her left hand and shifted the knife away as she struck with her right fingers held stiff as she jabbed for the throat. Her assailant moved back avoiding the blow, but their back hit the wall.

“Very good Catherine, very good.” Her mother laughed and clapped her hands. Catherine nodded but stayed on guard. Years of training taught her that attack came when you least expected it.

“Daughter, I need you to support your brother. Help him, please, with your father and excelling in his studies?” her mother asked with her face slightly strained.

“No, besides, father would never agree to this. An Avery succeeds or fails by their own merit. His words,” Catherine stated. Diane Avery nodded with a scowl. She knew her daughter did not care about the rules, she simply had no desire to help.

Diane’s mind fell back to the past as her daughter walked away. Her unclaimed daughter. There were traditions, more like rules, that the Avery family kept to. One of which was simple: women are tools, nothing more. Another was, the most deserving led two traditions that contradicted each other.

****

“Damn that boy!” Henry growled as he stormed into his wife’s room. “Dear, you know how I feel about foul language.” In public, Lord Avery differed to no one. In private, Henry differed to his wife more often than not. She was his most trusted advisor and confidant. “Sorry, my love, he’s just so aggravating. How I wish he were more like his sister. Had she been born a man, I would have given her my territory years ago and watched it expand two-fold. Instead, she is stuck killing her brother’s mistakes,” he lamented.

His wife nodded before going to him and wrapping him in her arms and saying, “Then my love, you must find a way to motivate him.”

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The air was warm and humid, a slight breeze passed through the Arathi Plains. Two armies stood at opposite ends. The Horde, and the alliance. The alliance army was comprised of members from the race of men and night elves, the majority men from both races, but a good number of them were women too. At the opposite end, the horde army comprised of members from all the dark races. Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and undead. All the fighters were men except for a few orc and troll women who were also fighters. Among them was also the horde’s newest breeder Yunie. Her stomach swollen as she was now carrying inside her a future Orc warrior. She wore a sheer see through dress with a gold stitch trim, the horde’s symbol stitched in front. She wore her slave collar as well, the tags “Sex Slave” and “Breeder” attached to them. She also decided to tattoo “Horde Slut” above her now shaved pink pussy, to let all who saw her know who she belonged to. She knew she would be scorned for life from the alliance, but she didn’t care anymore, to her, the men from the alliance were all wimps anyway. After all the pleasure she had received from the horde races, she could never go back to those wimps in the alliance.

It had already been a year, and Yunie had been taken many times already by the vicious Orc men. Her purpose as a breeder was simply that, she would be taken as many times as it took to get her pregnant. She was to be both sex slave and breeder of future Orc warriors. She didn’t care though, she loved every minute of it. She was not restricted to just Orcs though, she had already been taken many times by Trolls, as well as Tauren, and even undead. While at first she thought it to be pretty disgusting, the pleasure that followed by being raped in all her holes by four undead warriors made her change her mind. In fact, she secretly loved it as much as she loved Orcs and Taurens.

When Yunie was not busy serving the horde men and women at her new home in the swamplands, she was usually taken to the battle grounds and placed inside a tent, her purpose, just like that of all breeders, to “raise” troop morale before, during and after battle. Today was going to be no exception, and she licked her lips, letting out a low moan just thinking of what would be done to her pregnant body today. The air was hot and it seemed like the battle would be a long one, which meant that the horde members would need their morale “raised” quite often.

Leading the horde army in this raid was general Trogg, Yunie’s first Orc cock. He looked with sharp eyes at the opposing army, grinned wickedly, bearing his sharp teeth. Yunie stood next to him. “Mmm… many human women and night elf women.” He said licking his lower lips, chuckling to himself, then stared down at Yunie, ran his thick green fingers over Yunie’s collar. “Today we will take your female friends and make them our slaves.” He promised, a wicked smile spread across his face, Yunie looked up at him, she giggled wickedly, her pussy starting to get wet at the thought. He had said before that perhaps the horde should spare all the night elf women from Azeroth and make them the horde’s slaves, but she didn’t know if he was serious. Trogg then placed his hand over her swollen pregnant belly, “Then we will make them ours by turning them into breeders, just like you” the nearby Orc warriors that heard him grinned, chuckled and high fived each other. Trogg then turned and faced the rest of the army. “Kill all the men!” he shouted, “Kill them all, but spare the women,” he said, the army listening intently, “Today we will capture them and make them our slaves!” He said with a loud cackle, the army followed with a cheer and a cackle of their own. “When we’re done with them, they’re gonna beg to be our breeders and leave those wimps behind!” he promised, “For the Horde!” he cheered, the army cheering back. Already Trogg could see the men in the alliance starting to cower and get nervous, the human and night elf women on the other hand, while more resolute in fighting the horde, kütahya escort a tinge of fear could be found as their bodies shivered slightly.

“Go to your tent elf slave” Trogg looked at Yunie, then grinned wickedly, “Don’t forget that you’re here to raise our troop morale” he joked, “Breeder’s must stay in a safe place, besides there will be plenty of men who will join you later, I’ve even arranged for three generals of the undead army to see you.” Trogg said with a wicked grin, Yunie’s cheeks flushed. “When they’re done, I’ll come in and take that pregnant slutty body of yours too” he said with a grin. Yunie couldn’t contain herself, her whole body shivered and got hotter at what was to transpire, she quickly hurried to the Breeder’s tent for her meeting.

Coming in to the breeder’s tent, there were tons of throw pillows on the ground, there was no need for anything else as breeder’s knew what they were there to do. A musky scent covered the tent, and in the center of the tent stood the three undead corpses, generals of the undead army, she stood there paralyzed for a moment as three pairs of glowing eyes looked at the pregnant breeder, a crooked smile spread through their faces. They were dressed in rust covered armor, beaten from years of use. While their facial features were not completely missing, and there was still some resemblance to a human face, some of their limbs were nothing but bone stuck together to their rotting flesh which was still holding together due to whatever arcane magic brought them to life. While there was still a lingering scent of rotten flesh in the air, the scent of sex was soon overwhelming Yunie. She didn’t care as long as they were members of the horde, and even if she did, she would have no choice in the matter. Being a breeder meant she would also have to please all members of the horde army, including the undead.

The first time she was taken by a group of undead, she was first paralyzed, this was natural and happened whenever someone other than trained horde members stared into their glowing eyes. The paralysis was only temporary of course, and she did eventually come to her senses at about the time they were undressing her. Back then she did feel very disgusted by the act, and Yunie remembered that even now. But she also remembered the intense pleasure brought on by the whole scene. Now she was about to repeat the scene, and though she was swollen with Orc child, the whole scene just made her hotter.

The three undead generals approached the still paralyzed pregnant night elf, their bones making cracking and popping sounds as they walked towards her. “Looks like she’s paralyzed,” grinned one of the undead generals, his name was Eexsar. “She may be a horde member, but she still can’t escape our eyes” Eexsar said with a vicious grin, licking his lower jaw. The other three cackled in response. “Mmm… and pregnant with child I see” Eexsar said with a hiss in his tone, “I’ll make ya a bet it’s probably Trogg’s, or Krock’s” he said cackling. “Not that it would matter, breeders only have two purposes, to please and to breed armies.” they all joined in a hideous penetrating cackle.

While Yunie was still paralyzed, she could still understand everything they were saying, her pussy was starting to flex involuntarily, and her wetness was soon seeping out. The whole scene had intoxicated her. Now that they had surrounded her, she could feel the bony hands start to caress and rub her body. After a moment, she started gaining control of her body again and she let out a low moan as fleshy and bony hands squeezed her supple breasts. The three walking corpses simply cackled and with a strong yank Eexsar ripped and tore her see through dress, leaving her naked exposed body to them. “You may need clothes outside elf slut, but inside this tent clothes will only interfere” he said with an evil grin. All three corpses licked their lips.

Regaining my senses, I stared at the three undead corpses, as they licked their lips. I returned the gesture and licked my lips seductively too, cooing and moaning. Taking notice of the bulges in their leather pants, I grinned wickedly and knelt on the floor and reached inside for their hard fleshy cocks. “Mmm…” I cooed, “looks like you boys need to let go of some stress” I said with emphasis, grinning as I started stroking their green-blue rotting members. I stared up at them with wicked smile as I engulfed Eexsar’s cock into my mouth, all three corpses stared down at me groaning as I moaned and pleasured their members.

“Mmm… now I can see why you decided to put that tattoo above your cunt,” said Eexsar, “You really are a Horde Slut!” He said grinning, quoting the phrase I tattooed above my shaved pussy. The other three joined in laughter as he grabbed the back of my head and bucked his hips deeper into my mouth, sinking more of his cock down my throat to where I could feel his hairy balls resting against my chin. “Don’t think you’ll be done soon either,” he continued, “I know there are some Tauren generals that want that pussy of yours” he smiled malatya escort wickedly. “Trogg will probably be too busy ‘converting’ those elf and human slut friends of yours in the field anyway to find time to come here” he promised with an evil grin.

“Mmm… I’ll do anything for the horde.” I promised, plopping Eexsars cock out of my mouth, “take my body however you please master, and if the Tauren want to take my body, I will serve them too.” I cooed with a promise, then engulfed another undead generals cock into my hungry mouth, purring.

“Good,” the three undead corpses laughed, “Once we’re done with you slave, you won’t be able to move for days.” With that said, Eexsar grabbed Yunie and tossed her towards the nearby throw pillows. Gently landing on the pillows strewn about the floors, she looked at them with a lustful look, licking her lips, she knew what was next, and she started teasing the corpses by caressing her breasts with one hand, splaying her legs wide, and rubbing her hungry wet pussy with the other. The three undead walked towards her, cackling, removing their armor, exposing their naked bodies, at least, what was left of their naked bodies. Their skin tinged a blue-green color, their bones exposed from their fleshy attachments. Their cocks stood tall at a near 12 to 13 inches, while not as big as Orcs or Tauren, they were definitely bigger than any alliance dick Yunie ever had. They eagerly stroked their cocks as they approached their victim.

“Mmm… come here boys” I said with a lustful tone in my voice. “Come here and fuck my pregnant pussy with your big fleshy cocks” I cooed as I fingered my pussy faster. The three pair of glowing eyes staring at me intently, grinning and licking their lips. My eyes looking intently at their big cocks, the rotting fleshy members swaying back and forth as they approached my naked body.

“Ooh, we’ll be fucking all of your holes you elf slut, not just your pussy.” Said Veekar, Eexsar’s second general in command. With a piercing cackle, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his slimy, fleshy cock into my hungry mouth. I hummed and cooed as I took more and more of his cock down my throat, looking up at the disgusting beast with a wicked smile. “Oomm… she’s a real horde slut Eexsar, just look at how she eagerly takes my cock in her mouth” he laughed, Eexsar nodded in agreement as he took my legs and turned me over on my side, exposing my wet pussy.

“Guess the boys who had you last time were right,” Eexsar said kneeling down, his breath near my pussy. “looks like you’re going to be a really good fuck, better than any of the other horde breeders.” he said, then diving his mouth into my wet cunt, piercing my pussy lips with his rough tongue, or whatever was left of it for that matter. The room was soon overwhelmed with the musky scent of the undead and sex, I quickly started stroking the other two cocks at my sides. The whole scene overwhelmed my whole body, shuddering, my pussy quivering in anticipation as Eexsar ran his rough tongue all over my pussy and ass. The only thing that could be heard from the outside of the tent were the muffled moans from my hungry mouth as I continued licking and sucking the length of Veekar’s fleshy cock, and the loud cackles of the three undead generals as I pleased all of them at the same time.

In the meanwhile, outside could be heard loud crashes and explosions, clashing of swords, the voices of the horde army were loud and triumphant, were as the voices of the alliance army was slowly dwindling down. “Looks like Trogg won’t be needing our help after all,” joked Eexsar as he slowly started inserting two bony fingers into my wet cunt, the walls slowly spasming, closing and expanding as he moved his fingers in and out of me. The rough bony surface sending quakes all over my body as they touched my spot like nothing else had before. “Once Trogg is done with the alliance men, we’ll let you join your alliance friends, as we take them as our own sex slaves.” He hissed in my ear, my cheeks flushed red, moaning uncontrollably. The thought of it was overwhelming. A whole army of horde members having their way with night elf and human women in the battle field, being coerced into being the horde’s new breeders. Unable to control myself, I let out a loud moan, bobbing my head up and down Veekar’s cock harder and faster, my cum starting to flood out of my pussy and into Eexsar’s bony fingers, then down to the floor. The three undead corpses cackled loudly as they saw my cum gushing out and my body shuddering in pleasure.

“Looks like this little elf slut likes the idea!” exclaimed Eexsar. Then laid on the ground, pulling my heavy pregnant body above his slime covered cock, holding me up above his hips, my legs sprawled to the sides. “Just look at how much she came” he hissed, the three grinned. “Now we’re gonna give you what we REALLY came for elf breeder” he said grinning as he started lowering my pregnant body down on his cock, the fleshy bulbous head piercing my pussy walls. I let out a long drawn out moan as his hard rotting batman escort cock inched its way into my hungry cunt, the wall muscles accommodating his big member invitingly. He let out a loud triumphant groan as he impaled me on to his fleshy member. The other two cheered him on, then surrounded me again, caressing my naked body while I took their cocks into my mouth one at a time, moaning in pleasure as Eexsar bounced my body up and down on his cock with tremendous strength. Veekar and the other undead general whom they simply called “Snake” each engulfed one of my heavy breasts in their mouths, running their rough leathery tongues all over my breasts and nipples, they were moaning and groaning as I took their cocks in my mouth.

Snake was the ugliest of the three, not that any of them were attractive really, but at least Veekar and Eexsar’s faces were still somewhat intact, very little of their jaws had been eaten over time and little of their facial skeletal structure could be seen. Snake on the other hand, had a face beaten severely by both time and battle. He no longer had any hair on his scalp unlike the other two, and his slacked jaw was now nothing more than bone attached to thin flimsy muscles on his upper lips. However, his long, thick fleshy cock more than made up for his ugliness.

“God your pussy is so tight bitch!” exclaimed Eexsar as he continued pummeling my pussy raw. Then reached and snaked his tongue out, licking my neck and sensitive ears. The sensations where overwhelming my body, shuddering, my pussy was spasming uncontrollably. Moaning uncontrollably, I planted my feet firmly on the ground and started bouncing my heavy body harder and faster on the slimy fleshy rod, contracting and expanding my pussy walls as his member invaded my already raw pink pussy. “Fuck!” exclaimed Eexsar and held on to my hips tighter and pounded my slutty pussy harder, then he threw his head back and let out a loud triumphant groan, I then felt torrents of his cum started flowing into my cunt. The sensation made my whole body shudder uncontrollably falling on my side to the ground, panting and moaning, trickles of his cum, or whatever was left of it leaked out on to the ground.

When I came to, I was still laid on my side, Exsar had pulled out his slimy cock out of my hungry pussy and stood up, staring with a wicked grin, “Damn you’re a good fuck breeder,” he said with a hiss, “but now I have to go, don’t worry Veekar and Snake will take care of your remaining hole” a smile spread across his face reminding what they had mentioned earlier. They had said they would use all my holes and he planned on keeping to his word. With a mischievous cackle, Eexsar dressed and left to the battlements, leaving me sprawled on the pillows on my side. I was still a little groggy from the last event, and I couldn’t focus very well, but then my senses came back fully when I felt a fleshy hand reaching for my thighs. When I looked behind my back towards the direction the hand was coming from, and saw Veekar already placing himself behind me, lifting my long slender thighs as high as possible. He then started rubbing his cock head at the entrance of my quivering anal cavity. The only thing I could do was coo and moan as I felt his bulbous slimy head over my tight opening, Veekar grinned wickedly.

” Don’t forget Snake, Elf slut.” he said. I quickly snapped my head back and, there laid in front of me was snake. I looked in horror as he stared at me again with his glowing eyes, a frown was drawn on his face. His lower jaw was now missing! I looked down on the floor in horror, and there it stood on the ground, covered in spit and slime. The skeletal jaw must had fallen after my body had thrashed, turned and fallen on the ground. It probably detached itself from its flimsy muscles during the time he was sucking on my breasts. Now all that remained was his upper jaw and another flimsy muscle hanging which I could only assume was his tongue. Veekar laughed loudly, “Surprised elf? Now you’ll have to appease him” he grinned, “Ever felt two cocks up your ass slave?” he cackled.

My eyes widened, I could only stare in shock, “two?” I thought to myself, I may have had many horde members take me anally, but never two at the same time. Before I could even protest, thinking of how painful the experience was going to be, I felt Veekar’s fleshy member invade my tight asshole, my only response was a loud scream of pain.

“Shut her up snake” Veekar ordered the other undead corpse, “the only thing I want to hear are your moans of pleasure elf breeder.” he hissed in my ear as he pushed more and more of his cock in my ass. Before I could make any reaction, I suddenly felt a slimy muscle inside my throat. I opened my eyes and saw snake forcefully piercing my throat with his tongue, muffling my screams as what was left of his mouth encompassed mine. This wasn’t a kiss, a kiss is done by two people who care about each other. This was more primal, and its purpose, as Veekar had said, was to shut me up as I knew that what I was to receive would be very painful. After my ass got accustomed to Veekar’s cock invading my anal cavity, I started moaning in pleasure and accepting Snake’s tongue snaking in and out of my mouth. Veekar saw this and laughed. “Looks like she’s starting to like you snake. Or is it that you like having a big cock in your ass, slut?” he asked with a grin spread across his face. I could only reply with a muffled moan of pleasure.

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