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Chapter Seven

Corec laid the two staff-spears across the narrow bed so Ariadne could see them. The two of them, along with Ellerie and Marco, were crammed into Ariadne’s tiny room at the village inn in Livadi. She had agreed to look over the enchanted items they’d found, but the inn didn’t have a private dining room, and the common room was full of villagers curious about their foreign visitors after the tales brought back by the wagon drivers.

“I don’t recognize them,” she said. She hadn’t been familiar with any of the other weapons either, or the tower shield.

Corec nodded and moved to retrieve the spears, but she stopped him.

“Wait,” she said, peering closely at some tiny markings along the shaft. “Is this the one Sarette carries?”

“Yes.”

“It’s an elementalist’s weapon.” She grasped the staff-spear in a fighting pose and closed her eyes, seemingly waiting for something. Her knuckles went white as she tightened her grip. Finally, a weak flame lined the edges of the blade.

She gazed down at what she’d done, a look of regret passing over her face. “It’s meant for infusing elemental strikes. It’s similar to a Mage Knight’s sword, but if it’s made of fortisteel, like this one, it only makes elemental infusion easier, not other temporary enchantments. Some of the knights had spears like these made of mirrorsteel, but we only took our swords into stasis. I’m not sure where the spears are now.”

“These were the only enchanted staff-spears we found,” Ellerie mentioned.

Ariadne nodded and sighed. The flames disappeared, and she laid the weapon back down. “Elder magic is difficult for me. I usually don’t bother with it.”

Marco was scribbling furiously. “Elemental… infusion? Is that the word?”

She eyed him with distrust. “What does it matter to you?”

“I have to keep records of everything we plan to sell,” Marco said. “The company needs to know that we’re getting a good price.”

Ariadne clenched her fists.

Before she could speak, Corec said, “Sarette wants to keep that one.”

The Chosar woman relaxed. “Sarette spars like an elementalist. She would be a fitting bearer.”

Marco rolled his eyes and continued writing.

Hoping to head off an argument, Corec moved the spears out of the way and Ellerie set out the last item they’d found in the warded armory room, a shirt made of very fine metal links, no thicker than cloth.

“Spellmail,” Ariadne said without hesitation.

“What is spellmail?” Ellerie asked.

“Armor for a wizard. The metal won’t block spellcasting.”

“It actually works as armor?” Corec asked. The shirt was so flimsy, he’d expected it to be ceremonial.

“Why else would they have made it?” Ariadne said.

Ellerie gave the chain shirt a thoughtful glance before moving it aside. “That’s the last of what we found in the armory. The rest of these things came from the Enchantment Repository.”

The objects from that room had been grouped together in four different glass cases. Corec laid out the items from the one he thought of as the jewelry case–three rings, a golden circlet, and a pair of silver cuff bracelets.

Ariadne shook her head, apparently not recognizing anything.

“What about these?” Ellerie asked, showing her four gemstones cut into spheres.

Ariadne picked up the red one. Holding it in her palm, she tapped it three times with her finger. A red light began emanating from it. “Permanent mage lights,” she said. “I’m not sure why they’re different colors.” She tapped it twice and the light faded.

Marco said, “I think that’s a real ruby, though I’ve never seen one cut perfectly round before. Gemstones that make light… we might do better to sell them as a matched set rather than individually.”

Ariadne glared at him.

Corec cleared his throat and when Marco glanced his way, he gave a quick shake of his head. The factor grunted but stopped talking, seeming to understand the message.

The Chosar woman didn’t recognize the next item, a pair of spectacles with yellow lenses, but when Corec unpacked a brass lamp, she frowned thoughtfully, then tapped it three times. Nothing happened, and she shook her head. “I thought it might have been a different kind of mage light, but if so, the creator used a different activation sequence.”

The only remaining items from the repository were small figurines–four tiny freight wagons, two wooden bridges, three catapults, a cart-mounted ballista, and two siege towers. They looked like toys, but were far more detailed than any children’s toy Corec had ever seen.

“Are these all that were left of them?” Ariadne said, almost to herself.

“You know what they are?” Corec asked.

“Miniaturized war equipment. I thought they were all lost–the Transport and Logistics depot was in the eastern half of the city, beyond where the cave-in started. These must have been moved to the repository after the war ended.”

It took Corec a moment to realize what she meant. “You’re saying these are real?”

“Yes. batman escort They’re meant for rapid deployment, when the High Guard needs to move faster than the normal transports will allow.” She reached for a wagon but stopped herself. “There isn’t enough room in here, but they expand to normal size.”

“That would be…” Corec started, then paused as he considered the ramifications. If an army didn’t have to wait for siege equipment to arrive, it would change the face of war. Siege engineers could ride along with the cavalry or the advance scouts, their equipment stowed away in saddlebags.

“There should be more than this,” Ariadne said. “The rest must not have been transferred to the repository. Or perhaps it was lost during the fighting.”

“I’d really like to learn about the war,” Ellerie said. “If you’d be willing to tell me.”

Ariadne stared out the window, silent. Finally, she said, “You’ve really never heard of the Third Demon War?”

“No, I’m sorry. Even the oldest records don’t mention any wars with demons.”

“Entire Tirs were razed to the ground. Hundreds of thousands of people died. My brother…” Ariadne turned away from the window to face Ellerie. “How could you have lost it all? People should know what happened.”

“You can help me tell them.”

The Chosar woman nodded curtly. “Agreed.”

“Thank you.” Ellerie waited a moment, then said, “The figurines were the last of what we found, except for a statue that looked like a person. It was warded and too large to move, so we left it there.”

“We don’t make statues of people,” Ariadne said. “Do you mean the tunneling golems? There should have been four. No, wait, some are in the western passage finishing off the underground route to the Darkstone–Skotinos–Mountains.”

“Golems?”

“Clay or stone creatures brought to life to serve a purpose.”

“It was alive?” Corec asked.

“Not true life, just a magical semblance of it. When they’re not being used, they return to their natural state.”

“When you say tunneling…” Ellerie prompted.

“They dig out underground tunnels and caverns. They have a gift for moving stone.”

“Is Skotinos a Chosar word? The mountains still go by that name.”

Ariadne nodded. “I’ve heard you call them that, but the necklace translated the word before I could stop it.”

Ellerie glanced at Marco. “Do you have what you need?”

He frowned down at his notes. “It’s not much. And what about that staff Shavala’s been carrying around?” Marco had only learned the staff was enchanted after Shavala had used it to grow the small grove of trees back at the ruins. When he’d tried to get her to hand it over, she’d informed him, brusquely, that the staff belonged to the elven people and that she was going to return it to them.

Ariadne shrugged. “The vasta druids have their own magic. They’re the ones who grow the tershaya. I don’t know why they would have left something in the Enchantment Repository.”

The factor scowled at his notes, apparently not happy with the answer. “And what about those two swords? The ones that belonged to… what was the name? Argyros?”

“The king’s weapons belong to Ariadne’s people, Marco,” Corec said. He’d offered those to Ariadne without clearing it with the others first, but he wasn’t going to back down. “They’re not enchanted anyway.”

“The fancy one’s still worth something. And what about the hammer you took? That belonged to him too, didn’t it?”

“I’m the only one who can carry the hammer,” Corec said. “If it changes its mind, I’ll let you know.”

#

The wood grain running along the bar top must have been particularly interesting–or, at least, Razai couldn’t figure out any other reason why she’d been staring at it so intently for the past ten minutes. Finally, she shook her head and looked around the nearly empty room. Bleary-eyed, she poked Josip’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, “we should go back.”

He was slumped face down on the counter, not moving. His only response was a light snore. The village inn in Livadi didn’t serve hard liquor, so the two of them had gone to a tavern after supper. Razai figured she was probably strong enough to carry him back, but she didn’t want to try it while she was drunk. She would send Boktar for him instead.

She slipped off her stool and steadied herself, then walked slowly and deliberately to the door. The bartender called out after her, but she ignored him. She’d been paying for the drinks as they came, so whatever he was saying couldn’t have been all that important. Careful, the whispers said, but she ignored them too. Walking was taking all of her concentration. Outside, she stopped and peered up and down the street. The dark didn’t bother her, but it took her a moment to remember where the inn was. Luckily, there was only one real street in Livadi, and she could see the building from where she stood.

As she started out, though, figures appeared around her. Human yalova escort men scowling and smirking. Some carried cudgels. The closest one said something, but Razai didn’t speak much Nysan. She only understood one word. Demonborn. Her features wouldn’t have been obvious to them in the dark, so they must have seen her earlier and been lying in wait.

Razai muttered to herself. She’d really had grown soft traveling with a heavily armed group all the time. It had been months since anyone had harassed her for her parentage.

Being surrounded by a mob of angry villagers brought back bad memories. Memories of her mother screaming as the villagers beat her. Memories of the villagers screaming as her father passed through the barrier between worlds and slaughtered them all. He’d had to shift into human form to calm her down–she’d been convinced the massive beast was going to kill her as well. He’d taken her hellside after that. The hells were a lousy place for a child to grow up, and Vatarxis was a lousy choice for a father, but he’d still done more for her than the rest of her family had. It had been her uncle who’d led the mob, murdering his own sister for refusing to abandon her demonborn child.

When Razai had returned to the mortal world as an adult, her first act had been to hunt down and kill her grandparents and her other uncle. They were the ones who’d turned her and her mother out of their home in the first place. She’d slit their throats while they slept, not even bothering to let them know why they were dying–they simply weren’t worth the effort. Her only regret was that Vatarxis had already killed the man who’d killed her mother. The Razai from those days wouldn’t have allowed herself to be surrounded, but that had been over a hundred years ago. She’d lost her edge.

Her heavy, curved knives hung comfortingly from her belt, and the prospect of a fight had washed away some of the drunken haze. But should she respond with fist or with blade? That would depend on whether the men were just trying to look big in front of their friends, or if they actually wanted to hurt her. Should she try to scare them away with her demon disguise? She wasn’t sure she could muster the control for that in her current state.

Then Corec’s voice cut through the darkness. “Gentlemen, hello! What can we do for you?”

The villagers couldn’t understand what he was saying, but light from the lanterns hanging outside the tavern flickered off his mail, and his sword hilt was visible above his shoulder. The mob backed away, some ducking their heads, other simply slipping away between buildings. Soon Razai and Corec were alone in the street.

Hells of my fathers, Razai thought to herself. Now he’s going to think he saved me.

“I could have handled them,” she muttered.

“I know,” Corec said, “but how many of them would have lived through it?”

She glared at him. “Maybe they didn’t deserve to live.”

“Maybe not, but it’ll be hard to buy supplies tomorrow if the whole town turns against us.”

Razai growled quietly in the back of her throat, but let it go. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for you, actually. Boktar said you’d gone drinking, so I thought I’d join you.”

“I’m done for the night, but you can go drink with Josip. He’s still in there–he passed out.”

“I’ll go back for him in a bit. I want to talk to you first.”

“So talk,” Razai said, starting back toward the inn.

Corec kept pace with her. “You said you spent time in Telfort spying on Prince Rusol.”

“I said…” The whiskey was making it difficult to remember exactly what she’d told Corec. That was the problem with lying. “Did I?”

“You said you never saw him, but if he’s a warden, he’s the real reason you were there, wasn’t he? You were spying on him, just like you were spying on me.”

She sighed. “Yes. So what?”

“Would you do it again?”

“What?”

“I need to know what he’s planning,” Corec said. “I can’t go there myself, but you can disguise yourself as other people. You could get in and out and no one would ever know.”

“Once we get back to Tyrsall, I’m done with you. I’m heading to Deece or Chondor–somewhere warm–before winter comes.” Between her wages and her eighth of a share, she’d have enough to live in comfort for a year or more.

“I’ll hire you. Whatever you’re making now. Four silver a day, right?”

It was good pay, and would make her savings last even longer, but was it enough to put up with Corec? Telfort wasn’t as bad as some places in the winter, but it certainly couldn’t compare to the beaches in Chondor or an island villa off the coast of Deece.

“Five,” she found herself saying.

“Ellerie told me it was four.”

“No, I mean I’ll do it for five. Plus food and lodging.”

“I can agree to that,” Corec said.

That had been too easy. She should have held out for more. “And you start paying as soon as we get back to Tyrsall and the shares are paid out. I’ll get my horse ordu escort and go. I’m not waiting for you and your wagons to get to the free lands.”

“That makes sense, though I hope we’ll only need one wagon by then.” They’d reached the inn, but stopped outside the entrance. “There’s something else to consider,” Corec said. “Going to Larso alone could be dangerous. I’d like to have a way to know where you are.”

It took Razai a moment to realize what he meant. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not. Hildra said we should be able to renew the bond if we wanted to. What if something happens and I need to send Leena to look for you? Her Seeking range is short; I’d have to be able to send her to the right area first. Plus, I don’t know where I’m going to end up myself, so once you’re done in Telfort, it’ll be easier for you to find me.”

“After how long it took to get rid of it the first time? Are you crazy?”

“But now we know how to end it,” Corec said. “As soon as you’re finished in Larso, I can get rid of it again.”

Allowing Corec to reconnect the bond would give Vatarxis what he wanted–but would he even know? Razai hadn’t spoken to him since she’d first been bonded, and that had been over half a year ago. She hadn’t noticed much of a difference in herself since ending the bond. Her magic hadn’t gotten any weaker, though it had stopped growing. But it had always come in fits and starts, so it was hard to say what had caused it.

“Six silver a day,” she said. “And a bonus of five gold if I’m actually successful.”

Corec coughed. “That’s a lot of money.”

“That’s the point. Do you have it or not?”

“No, but the others have agreed to share the cost. I can give you some in advance once the shares are paid out.”

“Then we have a deal,” Razai said.

Corec nodded, then laid a hand on her shoulder. She tensed–she didn’t like being touched–but it was over quickly.

“It’s done,” he said. “I’d better go get Josip.”

Despite his words, he waited until Razai was safely inside the building before leaving. As if she needed his protection from a few villagers. She slammed the door behind her.

Out of habit–a habit she’d thought she’d finally gotten over–she checked Corec’s location in her mind. It came back immediately, the sensation annoyingly familiar. She sighed. Once the whiskey wore off, she knew she was going to regret her decision.

#

Ariadne shifted unsteadily in her saddle. The horse Josip had purchased for her in Livadi was good natured, but Ariadne had only had limited experience riding. And things had changed. The saddle was broader and longer than those she was familiar with–a Chosar saddle was a tighter fit, with high slopes in front of and behind the rider. This new, larger saddle provided less support, so she had to concentrate more on keeping her body straight. The horse could still feel her movement, but the commands to guide the creature were more subtle than she was accustomed to, coming more from her legs than from her hips.

The group had left the village that morning, heading west. Ariadne had spent the first part of the day practicing trade tongue with Treya and Sarette, but after the midday meal, she urged the gelding closer to the rear of the procession, where Corec was watching over the five prisoners they’d captured after the battle. Three of the men were driving the wagons while the other two walked nearby. The other wagons and mules had been left behind in the village, since there was no longer any need to carry hay for the animals.

Now that Ariadne was away from the barren land surrounding Tir Yadar, an unease she hadn’t even realized she’d been feeling had gradually faded. Here, in the grasslands, she could pretend Van Kir was still as it once was. There was a sense of familiarity, even if she’d never been to this spot before.

She drew even with Corec and nodded to him. He nodded back but didn’t say anything, waiting to see if she wanted to talk.

“What if they escape?” she asked, indicating the prisoners. Now that they were out of the barrens, there didn’t seem to be anything stopping the men from running. Ariadne didn’t have any particular interest in the prisoners, but she was tired of never knowing what was going on.

“We’ll stay at inns when we can,” Corec said. “Ellerie can cast mage locks on the doors. When we camp out, she can cast an alarm ward, but if they really want to get away, they can probably manage it. We’ve been keeping a close eye on the wagons at night to make sure they don’t steal anything.”

“Should I help keep watch at night?” she asked. She’d started to feel guilty about not contributing.

“If you’d like,” he said easily. “I can add you to the rotation.”

They rode in silence for another half mile. Ariadne had just started to feel like she should try to come up with something to say when he spoke again.

“What were the wardens like in your day?” he asked.

She considered how to answer. “They were advisors to the king, and guardians of The People.” Ariadne couldn’t bring herself to repeat the whispered rumors that the wardens weren’t doing enough to aid the war efforts. All her life, she’d been taught to respect the wardens, and it seemed wrong to say anything bad about them to someone who wouldn’t understand the context.

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Idea that created this story was partially generated from an episode of “DC’s Legends of Tomorrow”, where Nora Darhk is turned into a Fairy Godmother. the rest of the story came from watching the movie Sexual Predator on cable, as well as reading “A New Life for Dr. Mitchell, Ch. 09” by Fat_Dad here on Literotica.

The following story includes incest, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, BDSM, rape, sodomy, violence against women beyond BDSM, murder of men and a ton of profanity. Aside from the Fairy Godmother, the characters in this story are broken people who start the story in bad situations with bad mental attitudes, more on that after the story.

The sex is not that graphic, if I had more time and less paying work, I would have the time to make it more graphic, but I figured if I didn’t publish this story now, I might not get back to it as I have over a dozen stories at some level of completion, as this story is already more than a year old.

If that sort of story is a turn off, go somewhere else for your mental porn.

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In 1693, I was a teenager. I lived in Salem in the Massachusetts Bay Colony with my mother. We were both witches. Now when I say witch, our powers were most centered on healing and nature. We also were Native Americans.

My dad had been a shaman when he was accidentally killed by a group of colonists hunting for meat. One of those men was single and took my mother and me as his instant family. When the hysteria in Salem started my mother and me fled the colony to seek a way back to her tribe. We were captured and put on trial for being witches, which we were. I watched as my mom was burnt at the stake and I knew I would be soon joining her in a separate bond fire.

So, I wished upon a star for help and an elderly white woman suddenly appeared as my fairy godmother. I asked for help to escape and she helped me escape into the forest. I knew they would hunt me down, so I asked for eternal life. What happened is we exchanged bodies as she got my powers and I got hers. She told me she had been bouncing back and forth from one spoiled brat to the next for over six centuries and was tired of being a fairy godmother. Her only escape from her life as a fairy godmother was if someone with magic powers gave her the ability to switch bodies, which I did. Then she ran off. I watched as the colonists caught her and burned her and my body at the stake.

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For over 300 years, I wandered the Americas being whisked from one child or teenager to another. All of them had sorrow in their lives. Some wished for happiness for their parents, others wished for more attractive bodies or clothing, but my most frequent request had to do with producing bunnies, ponies, kittens or puppies who would be the kid’s companion. As soon as the kid no longer needed me, I was whisked to the next kid to grant another series of wishes.

In the year 2011, I was whisked into the bedroom of an obese 18-year-old teenager just as he turned 18, who was naked and masturbating to an internet video of a portion of the movie “Sexual Predator” featuring a naked Angie Everhart. Beside him was a box of Kleenex and a bottle of Vaseline.

Now imagine if an overweight grandmother type in a powder blue dress and cape outfit straight from the pages of Disney’s Cinderella shows up in your room, as you are obese and naked masturbating to a fit naked red headed actress having sex on your computer screen. You would probably do exactly what Kevin did.

He immediately tried to cover his nudity and then asked, “Who are you and how did you get in here? What do you want?”

I answered as I always did, “Well, I’m your fairy godmother, Kevin. Your sorrow drew me here to your room and you are stuck with me until I am no longer needed.”

“Wait a minute, you are telling me, I can ask you for anything and you have to grant me my wishes? I wish to have a naked woman looking like her in my bedroom.”

As I was tired of looking like a grandmother, I decided to become that woman. Turning myself into a naked Angie Everhart, with C-cup tits, a fit body and long red hair. If the choice is living my life as a doddering old white-haired overweight grandmother or a fiery redheaded temptress with a killer body, I decided I was tired of looking like someone’s grandmother. So, there I stood before Kevin, naked and looking like a 5-foot 10-inch Angie Everhart with C-cup tits. Of course, being a fairy godmother, I had to have some blue clothing on, so I was wearing blue silk stockings, blue leather stiletto heeled thigh boots, blue leather garter belt, blue leather open cup bra, a blue sapphire choker necklace and blue leather opera gloves. I made my own girl cum taste like blueberry salt-water taffy.

Kevin looked me up and down and then walked around me, fondling my tits and ass as he walked around me, asking, “What the fuck? How did you do that?”

“I’m your fairy godmother, you gave me the opportunity to change my looks and I took the opportunity. I’m over karabük escort 300 years old and was getting tired of the grandmother look. So, do you wish for me to make any changes to your body? You may wish to get me to fuck you, but that tiny pecker will never get into this fit cunt, because your obese body will keep you from penetrating me.”

Kevin looked to his belly, not being able to see past the folds of his belly then looked up and said, “Yes I would love to be fit with a thick 10-inch cock. I mean, can you change me in that way? You know, make me a stud?”

“Of course, I can. I’m your fairy godmother.” I took a look at Kevin and began by shrinking his waist; took the fat out of his jaw, giving him a thinner face; then I began by defining his pecks and abs; removed the fat from his arms and shoulder, giving his arm then took the fat from his legs and thighs, giving his foot, leg and thigh muscles more definition; I magically lifted his body up and turned him around as I looked at his backside, taking the fat from his ass and back, giving his ass and lower back more muscle definition. I decided to restyle his unkempt curly hair giving him a shorter macho hair style. Finally, I turned him back around, magically moved his hands from his privates and looked at his junk. I decided to give him that thick 10″ cock, as well as a larger pair of hairless balls capable of producing a ton of cum, removing all of his pubic hair. The obese Kevin was gone. The new Kevin looked like a body building porn star, someone most women would drool over. My final touch was making his cum taste like chocolate flavored salt-water taffy.

“OK Kevin. Now I’m ready to fuck you.”

I pushed a stunned buff Kevin onto his bed and mounted him, taking his virginity, with him taking mine.

As the movie played, I watched it trying to replicate the moves and sounds of the actress who I looked like. Kevin, then decided to takeover, flipping me on my back as he pounded his weapon into my pussy as I wrapped my leather and lace clad legs around his ass.

I guess we were making a ton of noise as his older obese sister walked in on us, saying “Kevin, I do not need to hear that awful porn. Oh fuck, who are you two and what have you done to my brother?”

Kevin stopped, and I wrapped my legs around him holding him in place as I responded to her for Kevin.

“I am Kevin’s fairy godmother and this naked hunk fucking my pussy is the new Kevin. If Kevin wishes it, I can turn you into a major league babe, but I am going to have to see your naked body, because seeing you in those sweats hides a lot of your body.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe either of you. I am going to call the police.” With that she turned around and I decided to protect Kevin, I needed to levitate her and stick her to the wall, all the while I kept fucking Kevin. “What the fuck? HELP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” I decided then to put a ball gag into her mouth, making it appear out of nowhere.

“Kevin, you know the only way she is going to believe me and not report us to anyone is if I turn her into a naked hottie and you fuck her to numerous orgasms.”

“OK, fairy godmother, make my sister into a bimbo fuck toy.”

I levitated her off the wall and shredded her sweats instantly, then I shredded her bra and panties, making the shredded clothes disappear into nothing. “Kevin, what’s her name?” “Rose.”

With her nude except for her socks and tennis shoes, I decided to start with her face and hair. I removed the fat from her head and tightened the skin around her face. I made her lips fuller and permanently red. Then I took her short, cropped hair and grew it until it was past her shoulders, then fashioned it into a Genie ponytail with a red leather scrunchy securing her hair.

I next began working on her arms and mid-section. I first removed the fat from her arms and then tightened her arm skin, followed by removing her under arm hair, then I shrank her stomach until she was a 24 around her waist. I then worked on her chest area, first removing the fat and then giving her a set of J-cup tits with super sensitive nipples and a pair of hoops piercing those nipples. I turned her around and gave muscle definition to her back muscles, especially her lower back to compensate for her tits.

I continued down to her waist first removing the cellulite from her ass, then tightening her ass, giving her a fuckable apple bottom ass. I gave her back a tramp stamp tattoo of her name in red Old English font. I spread her ass cheeks and began stretching her asshole, as she screamed into her ball-gag. I made that asshole sensitive, so she would get orgasms from getting sodomized. I then turned her to her front and removed that forest of black pubic hair, making her pussy hairless. I added a pair of rose tattoos to just above each side of her pussy. I gave her a one-inch clitoris, with a diamond stud piercing it and made it very sensitive. I then flipped osmaniye escort her on her back, spread her legs and removed the hair from her taint and ass cheeks. I made her girl cum taste like cherry salt water taffy.

Finally, I moved onto her legs, removing her tennis shoes and shocks first. Then, I removed her leg hair, followed by the fat from her thighs and calves, then I gave her muscle definition to both. Finally, I decided to encase those coltish legs in red fishnet stockings, red stiletto heeled thigh boots and attached to the tops of the stockings a red leather garter belt. I decided to finish off her look by putting her into a red leather open cup bra. I then magically attached two chains to the ceiling and attached the chains to a pair of hand cuffs. Before I attached the cuffs to her wrists, I encased her arms in leather opera gloves and her neck with a red leather sex slave choker collar attached by a hoop ring to a red leather leash.

When she was secured in those chains, I could not hold off my first orgasm no longer as I had about four hard orgasms back to back to back to back. Meanwhile Kevin shot several ropes of cum into my magical pussy, which kept his cock erect, despite him cumming. As both Kevin and I were recovering from our orgasms, Kevin’s sister struggled in her cuffs and ball gag, kicking the bed.

When I came to, I tapped Kevin on the shoulder ad told him. “Well stud, now its time to go fuck your slut sister Rose.” When I said those words, I saw extreme hatred in Rose’s eyes as she tried to say something through her ball gag.

Meanwhile Kevin got up off me, fully exposing my nudity and his to his sister’s eyes, then he shuffled over to her, bent her forward and inserted his cock into his sister’s pussy fucking her hard, while pulling her head back with one hand using her ponytail, while the other moved to her hip as their skin slapped together over and over again.

I saw tears streaming down her eyes as her brother raped her from behind. “Hey stud, why don’t you grope those melons she’s sporting?” That caused Kevin to begin fondling her F-cup tits. Poor Rose was having orgasm after orgasm as her brother fucked her and played with her tits.

To make sure the bond between brother and sister was cemented, I had an idea.

“Hey stud, move around the front, and fuck Rose from the front. That way you can suck on those melons.” Ever the horny teenager, Kevin did just that entering his sister’s pussy from the front, grabbing her ass cheeks and sucking on her tits.

“Fairy Godmother, I want to kiss my slutty sister, please remove the ball gag.” I did this immediately.

“Kevin, you stop, oh, oh fuck, not again, I’m cumming, mmff, mmff.” Kevin and Rose started kissing and as he became more assertive, she became more passionate in kissing and then French kissing her own brother. Rose broke the kiss asking,

“What the fuck did you do to me? And can you release me from these cuffs and chains? My arms and back are starting to hurt.” Kevin ask, “Fairy Godmother please remove her restraints, I don’t think she will be a problem now, especially given she is mounted on my cock and kissed me like that.”

So, I made the cuffs and chains disappear. Kevin sat his now beautiful sister down on the bed and kept up the fucking. As she looked over to me, I leaned in and kissed her lips as I began fondling her tits, pulling on the loops. Looking over to the computer screen I notice that a new movie was playing, in this one there was a threesome with one woman getting fucked by the man, while she ate the pussy of the other woman in the video. So, I pushed her back on the bed, straddled her face, facing her brother who was still fucking her. “Lick me Rose, eat your brother’s cum out of my pussy.” Like a good girl, Rose did as she was commanded, as I French Kissed her brother as he kept fucking his busty sister.

After multiple orgasms, the three of us separated with Rose sandwiched between me and Kevin.

Rose spoke first, “I can’t believe I lost my virginity to my brother and that I enjoyed it as much as I did. Shit, I cannot believe I ate my brother’s cum out of your cunt. All three of us look like fucking porn stars, especially me with these jugs. Couldn’t you have made them smaller?”

Kevin responded, “I like them the size they are. You have always been mean to me, just like the rest of our family, so until you stop being a bitch and treating me like a piece of shit. I will not be asking for them to be reduced. I was contemplating suicide when she appeared in a blue ballgown looking like an elderly rich woman. I asked her to bring me a woman looking like Angie Everhart and she became my wet dream crush. Now, I look like a stud and have fucked two women.”

Rose responded, “Well, you think it’s been easy for me? Fuck, you know how crappy mom, big sis and the aunts have treated both of us. But no, you just care about yourself. So, please reduce these marmaris escort melons into something more manageable?”

I responded, “Well Rose, I could reduce your tit size, if you promise to not get your brother into trouble and of course if your brother wishes for it to happen. As his fairy godmother, I must grant whatever his wish is, unless if it puts his life in danger. I must fulfill his greatest need. Only then am I whisked to the next child or teen nearby who has a deep need that I must figure out how to fulfill. Now this 314-year-old woman needs a cock in me, and I am curious how your pussy tastes.”

So, I got into the 69 position above Rose and Kevin entered my pussy from behind. Every so often, Kevin would pull out, stick his cock into his sister’s mouth and then back into my quim. Meanwhile, I feasted on her pussy as I ate my first peach. At first, I didn’t like the taste, but then I changed her taste so she would taste like cherry flavored salt-water taffy. When we finished, I looked up at the computer screen to see a threesome, where the two women were French Kissing, while the man alternated between their pussies and assholes. So, I maneuvered the three of us into our positions with me on top of Rose and Kevin alternating between our pussies and assholes. Of course, one of us took Kevin’s virginity regarding sodomizing someone, while Kevin took both of our anal virginities.

All three of us were cumming, when we heard a female voice ask, “What the hell is going on here?”

In unison, both Kevin and Rose muttered, “Oh fuck it’s mom!” At that I disappeared between the siblings and appeared in front of their mom.

“OK, it’s time to hang you from the ceiling by your wrists, until we figure out what to do with you. Oh, and I should probably shut you up before you can cause any trouble.” With that, I threw a ball gag in her mouth and made the chain attached to padded purple leather wrist cuffs. I then turned to the siblings. Kevin still had his cock in his sister’s asshole. “Kevin, should I do to your mom, what I did to Rose? Make her a bimbo slut too? If so, what is her name?”

Rose answered for Kevin, “Yes definitely, her name is Lilith.”

Kevin responded, “Whatever Rose just said.”

So, I gave mom the bimbo treatment, removing her clothes, fat tightening her skin; giving her muscle definition; removed her under arm, vaginal, taint, ass and leg hair; giving her the genie/slave girl ponytail with the purple leather scrunchy, the plump fuckable lips, J-cup tits, a one inch clit, the hoop nipple piercings, an amethyst clit piercing, purple lily tattoos just above either side of her clit and a purple tattoo of the slutified version of her name “Lily” in cursive writing with purple lilies on either side. I then encased her legs in purple fishnet stockings attached to a purple leather garter belt, followed by purple leather stiletto heeled thigh boots, a purple leather open cup bra, the purple leather choker slave collar attached to her purple leather leash and then purple leather opera gloves. I also increased the sensitivity of her clit, asshole, and nipples, so she would more easily orgasm and become a sex slave to Kevin’s cock, just like Rose had apparently become. I then changed her cum to taste like plum flavored salt-water taffy.

I turned back to the siblings. “Ok Rose, time to suck off your brother and get him hard enough to start fucking your new slut mommy.”

Kevin pulled his cock out of Rose, picked up her red leash securing it around his wrist and walked over to his new and improved slutty mom leading his sister who crawled off the bed and knelt by him, and fucked her pussy from behind, while he pulled on her ponytail with one hand while he groped her left tit with his other hand. As her mom started crying, Rose yelled out, “Spank her ass Kevin, mommy has been a bad girl”.

Kevin stopped pulling on her hair and began to slap his mom’s ass, switching ass cheeks and tits as he felt up and spanked his mom, while he maintained his fuck of her. Kevin then started talking dirty to her, “Like me fucking your slut pussy cum bucket? This is for treating me like a second-class citizen you man-hating bitch. I think it’s time to fuck your slutty asshole mom.”

He said all this as his mom shook with her first cock induced orgasm, then he pulled his weapon from his mom’s pussy and began fucking her asshole. After his mom squirted from an anal orgasm, he pulled out his cock and ordered, “Rose suck my cock, it’s time to fuck mom’s pussy from the front.”

So, he pulled out of his mom’s ass, stuck his cock in his sister’s mouth and began to fuck her face. He then approached his mom from the front secured her leash to his other wrist, picked her up by her thighs and steered his cock back into her pussy, beginning another fuck session. His mom’s eyes rolled up into her head as he licked and chewed on her tits and nipples as Lily began experiencing multiple back to back orgasms.

Kevin then told me as he kept fucking his mother, “Fairy godmother, I think it’s time to remove her ball gag. As soon as the ball gag was removed, Kevin began to French Kiss his mom, as Rose began to lick his cock and the taint, pussy and asshole of her naked mom. With the threesome paying attention to just themselves, I froze time, so I could take in the remainder of the house.

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Chapter III – Southbound

The low, dull rumbling of distant thunder was almost-but not quite-loud enough to occasionally drown out the sharp clopping of steel-shoed hooves impacting against the ancient, worn stones of the Kingsway. The trio of riders, clad in tightly-drawn travel cloaks, hurried south towards the border of the Kingdom of Nocturne-a much darker prospect these days than it would normally have been.

“I should have had someone place a waterproofing enchantment on my cloak,” grumbled Captain Balthus Crick, shifting in his saddle as he moved to tighten the thick covering around his torso. “Probably would have cost me more than the damn thing did when I bought it, but I daresay it would have been worth the investment.”

Master Jakobus, the vampire mage, laughed from the saddle of his own steed to the Captain’s left. “Would that you’d said something before we’d left Braelon, friend, I’d have done it free of charge!”

“Don’t suppose you could do anything about it now, then,” Balthus grumbled.

“I’m afraid not,” the vampire replied with a shrug. “I didn’t think that I’d be called upon to enchant anything while on the road, therefore I neglected to bring any of the necessary tools for the job.”

“Well, hopefully I don’t catch pneumonia before we’ve even crossed the fucking border.”

“What’s the matter, Captain? It’s only wind and water! I imagine you’ve faced worse than this pitiful squall!” From the Balthus’ right, the smug, grinning face of Mattison Rhaeg, the Master’s assistant, had never appeared more deserving of a swift backhand. Balthus glared at the young vampire.

“As I’ve told you already, boy, never mistake my discomfort for weakness-or you just might find out what my right hand can really do.”

The younger vampire threw his head back and laughed gaily. “And you probably think that I can’t take a light-hearted jab! Come now, Balthus, lighten up!”

“It’s ‘Captain’ to you, whelp,” Balthus snarled.

“As you wish, ‘Captain’.” His snarky tone was as irritating as a mosquito bite.

“Enough! We’ve been at this for over two days now, Mattison, and I tire of your insolence! We’re still nearly a week from Grayspire proper, and I tell you now, I refuse to listen to your snide commentary for the duration! Now, make yourself useful and keep an eye out for danger, you fool!”

Master Jakobus’ sharp reprimand immediately cowed his assistant, Mattison choosing to sulk quietly rather than argue. Grateful for the reprieve, Balthus gave the Master a look of gratitude and a barely-perceptible nod. Jakobus’ responding smile had been faint, but Balthus had seen it all the same. In his heart, he found himself feeling increasingly grateful for the Mage’s presence-for, around them, the landscape was becoming less friendly and welcoming all the time.

The terrain had given way from the softly-rolling hills, flat farmlands and lush groves of central Ralleah to the much rougher moors and rocky outcroppings which dominated large swaths of the Kingdom’s southern landscape. The dips and rises of the Kingsway became more pronounced over time, almost giving Balthus the feeling that he was cruising over a series of long, tall ocean waves. Granted, he’d only been to the ocean itself once (Ralleah being landlocked and all), but it still brought back clear memories of his sole trip to the M’zaeran coast during his early twenties. Three, but the sight of scantily-clad (and sometimes entirely nude) M’zaeran women prancing through the surf and lounging upon the warm sands near the water had been one to remember…

Yet here he was now, riding through the wet, gloomy gray of late winter toward what he feared might be doom itself. He didn’t like it one bit, though he felt a dirty hypocrite for feeling this way, seeing as he’d freely volunteered for the damnable mission in the first place. Was it paranoia? Perhaps it was just his soldiers’ intuition acting up (he wouldn’t allow himself to even entertain the possibility that it came down to simple fear of the unknown). No matter what the truth was, there was still so much uncertainty to contend with, especially after what he’d seen at the Fessely farmstead-and Balthus didn’t like uncertainty, no matter how skilled and capable he was. He would have to be even more careful than he usually was, that much was certain. But such was the life of a soldier: he was here to serve his Kingdom before anything else, and this was how he himself had chosen to do it. He wouldn’t cower or run, for he could never live with the shame of doing so. That was not it the Rallean Army’s way of doing things-and it certainly wasn’t his, either.

“You look worried, Balthus.”

The Captain started, snapping out of his worried funk. “What?”

The Master Mage sighed. “Something is clearly on your mind, Captain. Speak now, there is no need to hold your tongue. Such things are unhealthy, after all.”

“I-well, I was just thinking of my troopers,” Balthus admitted half-truthfully. üsküdar escort “Our mystery lunatics struck only scant miles from our Outpost, killing multiple innocents in the process, and while my people are perfectly capable-“

“Yet you still fear for their safety,” Jakobus finished for him with a nod. “It is only natural, Captain. All good leaders care for and worry about those who follow them, you know this. Tell me, do you trust your second-in-command?”

“Sergeant Lowell? Yes, absolutely. He’s a strong, capable man-chose him for the position myself, as a matter of fact.”

“Do your people trust him?”

“So far as I know, yes.”

“Then they will be fine, Balthus. They are stationed at an Outpost, after all, where they have walls, arms, and plenty of provisions. They have received extensive training from some of the finest commanders in the Western Kingdoms, and-most importantly of all-they have each other. Should any of our ‘mystery lunatics’, as you call them, show up at their gates, your people will either repel or outlast them-of this, I have the utmost confidence. Again, you know these things, though I understand that worry clouds your mind all the same.”

“It’s funny, you know,” Balthus said with a sigh and a wry smile, “because I told Sergeant Lowell the exact same thing before I left the Outpost, and yet here I am fretting over trained fighters like a nervous father. Still…”

“You cannot help but be concerned-again, I understand. But I insist that you try to not to think of it. Trust in your people, Balthus. They will still be there after this strange mess has been sorted.”

Balthus remained unconvinced, but thought better of expressing his misgivings. Jakobus was only trying to help, after all, and it would not do anyone-himself included-any good by arguing with the Mage. He decided to carry his worries on his own, and simply hope that nothing would go awry in his absence-as difficult a prospect as that was proving to be.

*****

Late morning eventually gave way to afternoon, and with the afternoon came more rain. The squalls were growing longer and more frequent the further south they journeyed, the chill of the wind working its’ way deeper and deeper into the Captain’s bones with each passing hour. He found himself almost beginning to envy the two vampires, in a way; one perk of being only technically among the living and closer to the dead, he thought, being largely impervious to the elements. At least they didn’t have to worry about catching their death of cold…

He pulled his traveling cloak in tight, the dampening cloth doing only the bare minimum required in order to warm his powerful body. The Sun seemed perpetually obscured behind dense, impenetrable clouds that seemed to mock his mere mortal’s flesh. What I wouldn’t give for my fireplace, my robe, and a mug full to the brim with strong M’zaeran black, he grumbled to himself. He wouldn’t complain out loud, though; he wasn’t about to give that sneering Master Mage’s assistant any more satisfaction than he already had.

Around the small party, the only sounds which penetrated the quiet took the form of the soft raindrops upon the stone slabs of the road, the rustling of the pale grasses which seemed to stretch away for eternity upon either side of it, and the ever-present low moaning of the wind. The irony had not escaped him in that conditions were exactly the same as they had been only a week before, when he’d stepped through the ruined doorway of the Fessely farmhouse and beheld the obscene and gory sights contained within it. And here he was, riding headlong into another mission that seemed almost certain to end in even more blood. The worry tacked to this feeling seemed very nearly palpable, Balthus had been thinking to himself as Master Jakobus called out some time later.

“The border is only a few miles from here,” the Master Mage said, suddenly pointing a long, slender, pale finger at an upcoming signpost, which stood tall to their right. “Yes, yes, I know precisely where we are.”

“You ready for what we might find, Jakobus?”

“That would require some level of clairvoyance, Balthus-one gift which I sadly do not possess. All I can do is remember what I know, and hope that it helps me kill my enemies before they kill me!”

Balthus smiled; the Mage’s dry sense of humor always seemed to bring it out of him. As they passed the weathered signpost, the Captain noted the sole arrow which jutted to the south read ‘Nocturne – 5’ in the bold, white lettering so typical of Western Kingdom signage. That was good; they were making progress, at any rate, even if the most dangerous part of the journey likely still lie ahead. Balthus could not help but slip his hand down to the hilt of his sword, just to make sure that it was still exactly where he needed it to be. Just in case, that’s what he’d always tell himself when he found himself performing one of these checks. gaziemir escort Just in case, that’s all.

The next five miles seemed to trickle by at a snail’s pace, but eventually they did find themselves approaching another sign, a modest one made from a dark, weather-worn plank with the words ‘Welcome to the Kingdom of Nocturne’ etched and painted upon its’ face. At its’ base was constructed what appeared to be a meager shrine constructed from pieces of rough stone and scrap wood, all of which had almost certainly been scavenged from the surrounding moors. It sported two crude shelves, the bottom of which was packed with a strange variety of objects. They included a number of wilting flowers, various coins, as well as a small collection of stoppered bottles and vials filled with what appeared to be blood, though Balthus did not care to stop and examine them more closely.

Poised on the shelf above this odd collection of trinkets stood a small, yet surprisingly magnificent objet d’art: a solid stone carving of what appeared to be a tightly-coiled, horned viper, its’ head reared back as if preparing to strike. It had been painstakingly, meticulously, and lovingly carved; every detail had been delicately etched into its’ surface by some unknown master sculptor who had clearly been willing to take their time. Balthus, upon peering more closely at the statuette as they made their approach, noticed that there were even a pair of lush green emeralds embedded into the thing’s eye sockets, giving it an air of both grace and menace. Packed onto the shelf around this strangely beautiful effigy were a series of small animal skulls-taken from local rodents, by the look of them.

“Not often is it that I see shrines to Balugar-Soth, living in Ralleah,” Jakobus mused. “What do you say, Balthus? Leave a coin for luck?”

“I’m surprised no one’s ransacked this thing,” the Captain replied, “shrine or not. Anyway, I’m not a worshipper of the Forked One.”

The vampire laughed softly. “It’s considered blasphemous among his faithful to disturb, let alone steal from, even the most humble altars of the Forked One. Best you remember the people down this way take that belief to heart, friend. You get caught pocketing a coin left to the Serpent and you’re liable to catch a beating-if not a knife to your gut.”

“I wasn’t going to-“

“I know you weren’t, Captain; I merely meant to inform, not accuse or condemn. But you ought to leave a coin all the same; the Nocturnals say that Balugar-Soth watches over and brings luck to all folk who pay their respects to him, regardless of their personal religious affiliations.”

“Surprisingly saint-like for a spirit said to take the form of a venomous killer,” the Captain muttered. All the same, he found himself slowing Halberd’s pace as they came level with the shrine, whereupon he popped open a small satchel on his belt and began to fish through it.

“Never took you for the superstitious type, Balthus,” sneered Mattison, before having to steer his horse back onto the stone road after it had begun to wander. Balthus smiled internally; the lad still couldn’t master his beast, and it always brought him just a twinge of satisfaction to see the brat struggle.

“Seeing as you know next to nothing about me, lad, that isn’t exactly a surprise.” The burly, bearded Rallean finally found what he was looking for and held it up for a closer look-yes, that was it, all right. He leaned over just a little bit in his saddle and, with one deliberate motion, pitched the single Ren coin onto the lower shelf of the makeshift altar just before they passed it by.

“Who knows,” Balthus said with a shrug, righting himself in his saddle and looking over at Jakobus with a grin, “maybe the Forked One’ll throw us a bone, keep us from getting necked out here.”

“We can hope, Captain,” smiled the Mage.

Sparing one last look over his shoulder at the strange setup, Balthus Crick almost fooled himself into believing that the ominous effigy’s jeweled eyes had been following him. Or maybe he was just imagining things. He didn’t really want to know either way.

*****

“Why a snake?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, why is Balugar-Soth depicted as a snake? I know he’s supposed to be the patron of vampires, werewolves, and all other meta-humans, but what do snakes have to do with it?”

They were now at least fifteen miles into Nocturne, and their surroundings were again morphing around them. Thick crops of tall trees-primarily redwoods, pines, beeches, and cedars-seemed to creep closer and closer to the stones of the Kingsway with every mile they traveled. The sharp, jagged outcroppings of stone, which had been so common a sight back in Copper Hills, now seemed to number far fewer-or perhaps they had simply been swallowed up by the encroaching trees. Lastly, their visibility had been slowly worsening due to the encroachment of the seemingly ever-present sancaktepe escort mists which hung over the land of Nocturne throughout most of the year. Only in the warmest of summer months did it ever disperse, Balthus had heard folk say, and even then it wasn’t by much. Because of this, he had found himself worrying-just a little-about whether or not they would be able to see any would-be assailants coming.

“It’s not that Balugar-Soth quite literally possesses the appearance of a snake,” Jakobus said. “After all, the Forked One is not a corporeal being. No one can possibly know for certain what he looks like.”

“Obviously not.”

“What I mean when say that, friend, is that the viper avatar is nothing more than one of many worldly interpretations of Balugar-Soth. Some have depicted him as an arachnid, or even a great winged bat. Others still imagine him as a cloaked and hooded old man carrying a two-pronged staff, ceaselessly wandering the least-trodden pathways of the world while spreading cunning, wisdom, and comfort to those who would believe. The serpent specifically, however? I can only tell you what I have read.”

“And what is it you have read?”

“The tomes I have studied concerning the various faiths of the Western Kingdoms,” began Jakobus, “claim that the image of the serpent was born of the hated status that the vampire and the werewolf once held throughout much of the world. Treated as paragons of danger and death who preyed on the unwary, they lived on the fringes and dwelt in the shadows-“

“Much like a snake,” Balthus finished with a knowing nod.

“Yes, precisely! Thus, the image of their God in the form of a serpent was born from the minds of Balugar-Soth’s earliest worshippers. He was viewed by many of our more ‘civil’-minded ancestors as a God of outcasts, a patron of chaos who watched over the monstrous, the wicked, and the insane while simultaneously seeking to subvert and destroy whose who worshipped the so-called ‘kinder’ Gods. The serpent imagery, as I’m sure you can imagine, did nothing to improve matters.”

“That seems…extreme,” Balthus replied with a frown. “I have known people to be wary of Balugar-Soth; those who would call him unpredictable and dangerous to treat with, but I did not realize that he had once been so reviled.”

The Mage waved a hand dismissively. “What I speak of is largely ancient history. My kind, who once prayed so desperately to the Forked One for safety and sustenance, are no longer condemned or hunted by society at large. Nor are the lycanthropes, or those who practice magic-yes, my friend, it is a lesser-known fact that the Forked One was once considered to be their chief guardian as well, back when magic users were shunned by everyday folk as wicked and crazed madmen who sought only to make themselves wealthy and omnipotent through the power of the Divine.”

“I had no idea.”

“Ah, I do so love to educate others,” Jakobus replied with a sly grin, his amber eyes seeming to pierce into the Captain’s very flesh. “Truly, few things bring me such joy in life.”

“Then I must bring you more joy than anyone else alive,” Mattison quipped from the Mage’s opposite side.

“You might,” grumbled Jakobus, rolling his eyes, “if only you would shed your insufferable attitude.”

“So Balugar-Soth is not evil, despite what I’ve heard a few of my more superstitious countrymen claim,” Balthus said, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, I can confidently claim that the Forked One is not a malignant figure; merely an intimidating, enigmatic, and oft-misunderstood one-at least, to those who live beyond Nocturne’s borders. In fact, had I been raised here, I’m certain that I would have been a follower myself.”

Balthus laughed. “But you weren’t, and you worship those ‘kinder’ Gods you mentioned as a result, is that it?”

“Many people throughout this land would be quick to disagree with you, Balthus. That viewpoint was born mostly of simple ignorance and prejudice. The Nocturnals would tell you that the Forked One has been very kind to them, made them strong-as merely surviving in a land as unforgiving as this is a feat unto itself. And that, for most Nocturnals, is enough. Like I said, Balugar-Soth is no wicked deity, merely misunderstood by those who do not follow his ways.” He paused, smiling slyly at his companion. “You did give of your own coin back at that shrine, though-perhaps the Forked One will keep an eye on us for it.”

“I did it more out of respect than actual belief,” Balthus grumbled, adjusting his sword in his belt.

“A figure like Balugar-Soth cares not why you did it, I don’t believe-merely that you do it at all.”

Balthus glanced warily around, half-expecting to see a hunched, robed figure clutching a two-pronged staff staring at him from within the shadow of a tall tree. While he observed nothing of the sort, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that, somewhere in the Aether beyond their world, the strange serpent God was chuckling at him. He was certainly no longer in the land of the Three-hopefully, his simple act of giving had been enough for this Kingdom’s alien deity to grant them safe passage. Though, when it came down to it, Balthus concluded that he’d rather trust in his sword arm before he’d consider depending on any sort of freak divine intervention.

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Honestly I’m a bit lost with this series at the moment, don’t know where I’m taking the characters, the ship, the universe it self. Hopefully I wont make a lot of filler episodes!

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I was always lucky, to have somebody to wake up next to. The feel of a warm, soft skin against mine, was always having an effect on me. But waking up, and having it the first feeling of the day is always a good start for me. Feeling Yang’s super fit body next to me was… a bit weird? I’m more used to, women snuggle to me, or at least try to cuddle. But she was just laying there. Always trying to move away from me, the closer I got, and only allowed me to put an arm over her.

After a while I stopped trying and got up. Internal clock told me it was 6 AM, almost an hour before, I should have woken up. Decided to put on my jumpsuit, and went for an early breakfast. My shift didn’t start until 9 o’clock, so this morning Veronica was the one who prepared the food for the early risers. Those who missed breakfast, they got energy bars, which gave enough vitamins and energy to last at least, until dinner.

Had my favourite: English breakfast! Waking up with Yang and now this? Could not have a better start! Veronica and I idly chatted, planning the meals for the following week. She always was a happy girl with lots of smiles, but this morning she was even flirting with me, which was surprising. For almost two week nothing from her but, now she was all touchy feely. It was confusing.

“What about some salmon? We didn’t served fish for at least a week. We could use some of the lemons too, that just grow! ” As she was saying this, she sat down next to me, one of her hand on my leg, other taking notes.

“Sure, the classic Garlic Lemon butter salmon maybe?”

“Okay… look wanted to talk with you about, what happened 2 weeks back.”

“Oh? I thought we agreed to wait until you spoke with Hope?

“We did talk. She said she saw us! That you knew too, why you didn’t tell me!?” I saw that she was angry and also disappointed. I was busted, and sort of felt bad for not letting her know.

“Sorry, but I thought I should let the two of you deal with that one.”

“I was so embarrassed! You are lucky Hope took it well!”

“What did she said?”

“Well, she was okay with it actually. She said it was bound to happen. I thought she was gonna be, super jealous or something, but she just said….” She cut the sentence there, and got this embarrassed look with a blush. I know that reaction!

“What did she said, Veronica?”

“That we can do it anytime…” she murmured, barely audible. I couldn’t help but have a big smile.

“Great, I am glad you two worked it out so well!”

“You are not off the hook sir! It was so embarrassing! No more sex out in public!”

“Oh? So there will be more?” I said smiling, placing my hand on her thigh.

“Oh god.” She sighed. ” I should really punish you! And you are also taking Yang to your bed!”

“Now how do you now that?” This was an important moment. The first time the girls faced the whole polygamy thing openly to me.

“Hannah, one of the pilots? She said Yang was not in her room again during the night. Not hard to figure out, you having the only free bed space. You and Emily of course. But she is taking Sasha recently in to her bedroom!”

“How did this become a sitcom? Everybody is starting to switch with everybody. But than I guess, it’s normal. They did assign us, and we did not choose with whom we sleep.”

“It’s great! So many gossips” And with that she was back to her cheery self, talking about all the switches and romances. Apparently everybody started to be more open about sex. Even the first threesome already happened, and I wasn’t on it! Missed the opportunity, I guess.

“Anyway, we weren’t the first one caught playing naughty! Gala said she saw you and Sabella too! Lucky for you they also managed to talk it out. But we should really punish you now!”

“Nope! Everything worked out! Besides I am not really into receiving, the punishment. You on the other hand…” I started going higher on her thighs, and leaned in, nibbling her ear, my other hand straight to her boobs.

” Oh god! Please, I don’t want to get caught again!”

“Nobody is up yet.” Whit that I started to zip down her jumpsuit, and reached in between her legs. Only a white cotton pantie was in my way now. “You haven’t answered though. Would you like that? If I spanked you maybe?”

I just got a shiver and a big moan from her. I was already stroking lightly her clit, kissing her neck. Enjoyed being a bit predatory, especially, after last nights love making zonguldak escort with Yang.

“Hmm, would you like that? Or maybe some bondage will get you going more?”

Again no answer, just the shakes and and moans. I remembered her comment about anal too. Wetted one finger with her juices, and went down, gently stroking her anus. But I wanted more, so I positioned one finger at her asshole and one at her pussy, and pushed in the same time, when I pushed my tongue down her mouth, penetrating her 3 places at once.

She just hugged me as much as she could, moaning to my mouth shaking and came for me, almost immediately. The shakes didn’t stop until a minute or so. When it was finally over I extracted my fingers from her, but hold her through her afterglow.

“How did you know” She asked.

“About what?”

“That I am into the kinda stuff? I didn’t tell anybody, and never even tried, only alone a few times.”

“Back home, the 2 weeks before departure? They placed cameras in everybody’s room. They wanted to construct profiles for me, so I knew how to handle the crew. They caught you doing some self bondage.” I smiled apologetically.

“Oh god, really!?” She was beet red, and started crying.

“It’s okay, only one person saw it. And she said she enjoyed it very much!” I winked at her, than said “Well I saw it too!”

“You did!? OH god!!!” And she just broke in to, total crying. I felt bad about, all the teasing finally, so I just held her and comforted her. After a while she got herself together, and I started dressing her up. Cleaned her face up too with tissues. She was like a little girl again.

“It’s okay, nothing wrong, that you are in to that kinda stuff. And I already saw a lot of you! I just got a delicious preview!” At least that got her chuckle a bit.

“Wait! Does that mean you have videos of the other girls too?”

“Yeah, they were really creepy about it, they even put cameras in the toilets! I didn’t watch everything though. Actually I saw only your video, because the women said I really should watch it. The rest I was just too creeped out.”

“And nobody else saw it right?” Glad she was a bit back to herself again.

“Yes, nobody else. You know… I still got it?” I said with a naughty thought.

“What!? Please delete it! I don’t need that kind of embarrassment existing!”

“I don’t know, I enjoyed it. Rewatched it a couple of times. I think we really should show it to some of the girls, help you find a playmate!”

“Please don’t! Do you really want to do this? Me begging you? You blackmailing me?” She was looking at me with big puppy eyes, but she was actually fidgeting around! She was excited about the idea!

“Say the words Veronica!”

She was looking down, and murmured something. Then on the second try she gave in.

“Please don’t show the video to anyone! I will do anything for you.”

My dick jumped a little hearing those words. I felt bad for the blackmailing, but I was never gonna do it anyway, and I hope she knew that too.

“I need you to come to my room tonight, and bring your two favourite sex toys. We are gonna have a fun night together then.”

“You will brake me, I think.”

After that we were interrupted by Yang. Thats going to be interesting. Veronica’s smell was still in the air and she hadn’t fixed her hair yet. The jumpsuit wasn’t fully zipped, and a tissue as the final telltale sign. Yang stopped mid stride, then continued and set next to me on my other side.

“Good morning. Is it early for breakfast yet?” She asked Veronica, breaking the awkwardness.

Veronica jumped up and took Yang’s order, and went to the kitchen preparing the meal. Once she was out of earshot Yang asked:

“I think I can smell her, Max. Did you do her already?” There wasn’t any anger or poison in her words. Just curiosity.

“I pleasured her, if thats what you mean.”

“Oh. Like me?”

“Not quite, I don’t know yet if you like it that way yet.” I knew anal isn’t for everybody, so I kept my self back until the girls came forward with it. I smiled and turned to her finally. God her body was tight! Especially after Veronica’s normal, average build. ” Does it bother you?”

“It’s weird…but I think I’m fine as long as I get some too.” She said it with a hint of blush, which was highly unusual.

“Meaning to ask: Do you want to spend every night with me now? I’m fine with it but, might get complicated if the others… well you know.”

“If you start fucking the others? Sure, I wont try to make us exclusive.” She said it with a smile. She didn’t seem angry or poisonous. “But I do bursa escort want repeats! Last night was fun! My grandmothers always said: the first time, I wont enjoy it, but I totally did!”

“Yeah, not that many women got to orgasm on their first go.” I didn’t see behind me, but Veronica came back with Yang’s food. She was blushing too, probably heard us. Typical to Yang, she didn’t show any embarrassment, and started to eat her bread vegetables and cold meat.

“Did you come the first time you had sex, Veronica?” I asked the Irish girl. I thought silent awkwardness wont help us here. She only murmured a “you know I did” and went back to the kitchen. That was fun.

“So you did do her!”

“Yeah, but 2 weeks ago only.”

“So who else?”

“Well, fooled around with Sabella. But didn’t ‘do’ her.”

“You are surprisingly timid. I thought this ship would, become orgy express into 2 weeks.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, some of the girls are almost there already.”

I smiled, said my goodbye’s and went on for my day. Prepared some light lunches, and a bigger dinner. Also did the usual evening exercise. That was fun! The girls were defiantly more playful now. Asking to show some particularly interesting poses, making them band over. I allowed my self to be more touchy too, running my fingers through thighs, backs, stomachs…I was in heaven to say the least. Luckily I didn’t get any jealousy from anyone particularly. Looks like sex and romance is more and more in the air. I saw a lot more hand holdings and kisses, and general honeymoon phased couples.

I tried to note down who was with whom, but once I saw Sasha, Grace and Ashley all giving kisses to each other, I decided there is no point. I also got some alone time, so went in to the gym for some practice rounds, made sure mine was the top score, and than back to my room to take a shower. Veronica was late, so I read some, while I waited for her.

About 10 o’clock she knocked timidly, and I let her in. She was holding a small bag, and was blushing around, checking my room for the first time.

“Wow your place is much better than ours! And you have your own bathroom!” She exclaimed, checking out all the features. ” Is the captains room also this good?”

“It is exactly the same as mine. She even has the computer like mine. Only the bridge has these puppies.” These computers were the best humanity could produce. Through them you could actually control the ship, ran multiple simulations at once, and even make complicated calculations, like plotting a course through a asteroid field.

“… I brought, what you asked.” She said quietly. With that she produced a chrome vibrator from the bag, but I haven’t seen one like this before. It was u shaped, one end felt smooth and silky, the other end a bit rougher, and actually was designed to push out a little, than back.

“Interesting, never seen one like this before.”

“The model’s name is Mirage. The smooth part is the vibrating part, that goes on to my clit… and the rougher part goes in me, and specifically designed to stimulate my g-spot. Best part about it you don’t need your hand to use it, once you placed it in. Back home it didn’t do it for everyone, but for me this is my favourite. It gets me from 0 to 100 in 2 minutes. Sometimes less.” Veronica was blushing deeply, while saying this, but was also excited showing of her toy. Indeed I could imagine it being very efficient for a lot of woman.

“Cool! So where is the other one?” I made her bring two of her favourite toys, and the small bag was empty. I got a – what was to become my favourite thing about Veronica- big blush.

“It is already in use… it’s my favourite butt plug.” She was fidgeting a little when she said that. Lord this woman was amazing.

“Alright then, strip for me.” She gave me her toy and started to undress, quite sheepishly, but still it got me to a semi-hard state already. I was sitting on the bad, when the jumpsuit was gone and only a cute thong with hearts on it stayed. For that she turned around, and bent over a little and pulled it down. And as she promised, in there was glistening again a heart shaped, white butt plug. This was going to be a fun night!

I stood up and undressed to, bit more unceremoniously. Enjoyed her, staring at my hard dick, while I appreciated her body too. She kept in good shape, after all I was the one who put her diet together, and looked after her exercise. Her breast medium size, smoothie skin with average build. Her red bush flaming at me. After a while she reached over, and gently took hold of my cock in one hand, and malatya escort the other cupping my balls.

“Before we departed I always fantasised about the real dick. You know back home real life-like dildos got really popular, to the extent of a complete ejaculation system, built in heater, even ones like auto adjusting for your vaginas size. Yours is just a little bigger, than the one that took shape at home.”

“You left it?”

“Yeah I thought, why should I take it, when I will have the real thing with me.” With that she kneeled down, and started lightly kissing my head. “You know I practiced a lot of fellatio, once I saw your picture, and read through your profile. You can practice, fucking with a toy and enjoy it. But sucking a dick is quite selfless, you know? Normally its not something you do alone, because it doesn’t give you pleasure. But I wanted to be ready for you. I read so many articles, on how to do it. I wanted to pleasure you any way I could.”

She took me in my mouth and steadily went down on me with no hands. I felt her throat, than passed that too. Soon I was literally balls deep in her mouth. It was the best feeling, so snug and warm and wet. Only slightly worse than an actual pussy. She started bobbing her had up and down, using her hands only on my balls. I could stayed like that forever. Soon though I changed things up. Told her to spread her legs and use the vibrator. I lied down on the bed and she went back to serving my dick. I heard a click and a slight buzzing noise started. She was quivering immediately.

Very soon she was shaking, and I heard a squelching noise, and with that she came, and she came hard. I don’t think it was more the 3 minutes. She laid her head on my thighs and pulled out a wrenched vibrator.

“Wow, you get this wet all the time?”

“Usually, when its hitting my g-spot. I need special sheets, if you are playing around there!”

“Noted. Let me get up.”

I went to the drawer where I prepared the ropes, and I borrowed a ball gag from the equipment room earlier. “Now, little Veronica, I’m going to enjoy your body truly. Lie down on your back.”

She was shaking actually, and couldn’t produce a single word, while I secured her hands, quite tight to the bed’s frame. I also spread her legs, pulled them up, and tied them to her secure hands. While I was doing this, she was shaking, moaning, her eyes showing a lot of lust, but also some fear. I didn’t want to comfort her yet. A little fear did a lot to her lust in this position. Her pussy was literally dripping, both from the cum earlier, and the new situation. I put the ball gag into her mouth, but not before I kissed her deep.

Whit her silenced somewhat, I started to feel her body up, playing with her nipples, even biting them lightly. My hands roamed her frame, her thighs, sometime circling around the butt plug, lightly touching her clit. With my mouth I started whispering things, and playing with her earlobe.

“You are mine! I will do this to you every week if I can help it. You will come to me obediently, and offer yourself to me. If I’m not here you will tie yourself down and wait, an entire night if you have to! And I will do all those things to you, which you fantasise about, and more!”

With that I positioned myself between her legs, and pushed in to a very wet pussy. She gave out a big moan, having a small orgasm. I didn’t stop, started pumping with quite the force. She was shaking, and drooling constantly. Her pussy gave quite the wet sounds, and it was gripping and pulsating around my dick. I felt the butt plug lightly pushing back at me through her walls.

She was in heaven, her eyes glazed and unfocused. After a while, when she wasn’t orgasming constantly, I reached for the vibrator, and place it over her clit. I slowed down a little bit, and put a pillow under her ass. This way, my dick was hitting her g-spot constantly. I turned on the chrome toy, and she jumped, tried to get away but couldn’t. I was very close but tried to held back as long as possible.

Once I saw her eyes turn up, and a very big moan started from her, I blasted her inner walls. She had a huge orgasm, all wet, and drooling from both her mouth and her pussy, shaking, not thrashing, trying to get away from the toy. I spared her, and turned it off. Her muscles were spasming everywhere, gripping my dick. It was amazing for both of us. I pulled out of her, and a lot of juices drilled down coating her butt plug and asshole. I finally untied her, and took the ball gag away. She just cuddled up to me, occasionally spasming a little, and sighing a lot. After a while she fell asleep. I quickly, but as gently I could, cleaned her sex with tissues, as well as myself, and went to sleep. We both had a very long and satisfying rest.

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Back by popular demand… As in, someone commented on it and asked when chapter 2 was coming out, so I decided to get my ass in gear. See. Pays to comment. I always wanted to continue this story and now i think i have a wicked idea where its going. I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

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The Comet — Part 2

Some say that before the comet came the world was a mess. There were wars, people starved, and the government was… You know what, let’s talk about something else. My point is that things weren’t nearly as nice as they are now.

Women can be the strong sexual creatures they truly are and explore their most ridiculously raunchy pleasures without fear of anyone passing judgement.

Social classes aren’t nearly as big a deal anymore, wars are almost unheard of, and religion is pretty strait forward as well. Just about everyone worships the comet as a symbol of the one true goddess who brought forth peace and tranquility spurting forth from the glistening knob of her divine cock. I’m not devout by any means by the way, but I do attend the monthly bar-b-que and orgy. Nothing goes better with smoked ribs than a butthole full of warm cum.

Freedoms are much more apparent in our society as well. We were all brought together in a special way by the comet and the first worldwide government was formed. There’s a council of about twenty gorgeous women who decide our laws and ensure our society remains strong. If I didn’t mention already, it bares repeating. They are sooooo fucking hot. My district’s representative is a blonde Valkyrie cock goddess that stands six foot three in heels with a sexy little flat top cut and a beautiful cock and balls that will take your breath away. They sure did mine. I was lucky enough to meet her at our last election. My throat is still sore from the backstage face pounding she gave me.

As a society we’ve evolved beyond the petty things of our past and come together as a sisterhood of sexually uninhibited women who care for one another and share in each others bodies and lives. We’ve even got a thriving colony on the moon now, and the one on mars is taking applications. I am a little curious what a swinging cock looks like in zero gravity. Hmmmm.

All that aside, we have a lot more freedoms now than humanity has ever had in its past. Personally, I never feel more free than on my morning run. Being out in the sun and feeling the wind in my pretty blonde hair as I sprint through our local park is thrilling, especially when I have an audience. I have a reputation for being a hometown hero of sorts. My long legs, bouncy titties, and world class ass are a treat to watch. I know that sounds narcissistic, but I’ll have to live with that, I guess. I know I’m hot and I love to show it off.

Butterfield Park is my favorite place to get in my morning routine. Long paths through wooded trails and plenty of swimming spots, tennis, and basketball courts dotted throughout make it a popular spot for other girls who love to play outdoors. There’s something about sporty girls that always gets me hard. You can have a hard body and still be soft and sexy.

As I set out on my run, I made sure I had all my most delicious charms on full display. My raunchy lover Carlie had recently bought me a whole new outfit to frame my curves and I had to admit she knew how to shop. The tiny little pink and white G-string bottoms were particularly cute; barely enough material to coddle my heavy cock and balls while leaving just a hint of my dirty-girl peaking from the sides and a tiny little shoestring deeply sunken between my cheeks, the material rubbing against my puckered butthole with every stride I took. The bottoms provided enough support to keep my big cock from swinging wildly as I ran while still allowing her to wobble from side to side between my thighs in a yummy display. The string was easily pulled aside for buttfucking access as well.

In addition to my naughty little bottoms, I wore my cutest white and pink running shoes and a hot little white cotton halter top. The material was sheer enough that just a hint of sweat made it nearly transparent and revealed my fat nipples and pie-plate areolae. Written across the front in big pink bubble letters was the nickname “CUM DUMP.” My coach at school had given the name to me. She’s a hot-blooded Latina babe with a rocking bod herself, and our first day of training together took place off the track and in the back of her minivan. She must have dumped six loads up my butt before she was done with me. She’s very demanding.

As I ran, my big milk-tanks were jumping and bouncing on full display. I had my hair pulled back in a bushy ponytail and my long legs were just beginning to show a slick sheen of sweat as I rounded the lake and approached the basketball courts. The warmth of summer on my face and the chirp of birds in the trees made bahçelievler escort me smile. I felt so happy and at one with the world. The only thing I was missing was a nice fat cock bullying my butthole. Thankfully, nature provides.

I always take a pause near the ball courts. There’s this little fountain I like to sip from mid-way through my run that overlooks the main basketball court. More often than not there are local girls playing there. This day was no different.

I love my Carlie. I wanna put that out there before I go on. While concepts like monogamy are a distant memory in our world, there are girls you totally click with. She and I are on the same level and making love with her is as close to heaven as I can imagine. Her bronze Latina skin and long perfect legs are perfection to me. There isn’t an inch of her inside or out that I don’t know by flavor and touch. I just sleep better with her perfect cock snuggled up between my cheeks. We love one another. Nothing can come between us. That being said…

As I made my way to my little water fountain, I couldn’t help but notice a trio of tall beautiful black girls playing on the court together. They looked like fucking thoroughbreds, horse cock and all.

I played it off like I hadn’t noticed them as they stopped their game and glanced my way. Each of them was close to six foot and wearing tiny little tops that struggled to keep their chocolate melons from popping out. Tight fitting lycra short shorts conformed to the length of their massive ebony dicks and balls; beautiful shafts of pleasure tucked down the inside of their thighs beneath the fabric. Their booties were out of this world as well. Whatever the Goddess’s plan for us is, she most certainly intended for black girls’ rear ends to play a huge part in it. Their asses were borderline obscene. The way their shorts conformed to their ethnic rears made my dick twitch in my G-string.

Not one to pass up on an opportunity to show off, I made my way to the water fountain as if I hadn’t noticed them. I was playing coy as they took my glistening body in and nudged one another to take in the view. Bending over to sip my cool drink I arched my back for them, parting my legs enough for my cheeks to separate and the crinkled pink of my fuck-opening to peek out from around the tiny string of my bottoms. I heard them groan as I showed my asshole off, letting my cloth coddled balls and cock dangle beneath it as I lapped at the water like a thirsty kitty. My muscles are well trained, so I’m sure they loved it when I puffed and puckered my butthole at them.

I felt them coming closer and held my ground, my shoulders up with my belly down so my lines were on full display as they stepped right up to me and admired my pose. They didn’t even speak before I felt soft fingers caressing the naked flesh of my big bottom, running over my skin as if claiming it. I rose slightly from my drink and glanced back, taking them in as they grinned back at me.

I didn’t know any of them, despite my frequent runs in the park. They may have known me from my reputation though, since they were grinning brightly at me as they fondled my flesh as if I was a beloved pet. Soft fingers slid under my top to massage the juicy mounds of my titties as pretty nails ran down my spine and over my hips, tickling me as I was explored.

“You like playin ball, Boo?” One of the girls asked. She had this adorable little aphro and big soulful brown eyes. As she asked, she slipped one thumb into the waistband of her bottoms and eased them down, tugging her big black cock out and laying it over my hip. She was fucking huge, still soft, and her knob was already leaking with sugary pre as a little river of her heat trailed over my cheek and down my leg. “We need us a fourth for a real game.”

“Be good, Nita.” Another of the girls spoke. This one had her head shaved down to peach fuzz that suited her high cheek bones and full lips. She had big brown eyes that locked on mine as she ran a finger down the length of my upper arm. “Don’t wanna scare her off. Maybe she like runnin more than being caught. That true, Sugar? You gonna stay and play, or run away?”

I couldn’t be grinning wider as I rose up and turned to face them. As I did, they stepped in close and pinned my bottom against the stone lip of the drinking fountain surrounding me on all sides with hot black bodies and the heavy scent of their growing lust. As I faced them, I reached right out and took hold of Nita’s big dick as I used the fingers of my free hand to tug at the material of Miss Peach Fuzz’s shorts to bring her in closer. Her name was CeeCee, by the way. The alpha of the group.

“She’s so fucking hot, CeeCee.” The third girl spoke at last. She had corn rows and wicked blue eyes that were as rare as they were hypnotic. “You’re Eden Summers, ain’t you? I seen you run lots of times. Fuckin pump my dick while watchin you. You bağcılar escort built fo booty-love, Baby.”

“Then you know I could outrun you all if I wanted to.” I teased. I reached out to CeeCee and slid my hand around her waist, pulling her in close so the fat lycra bulge of her dick was nestled up against the length of my own pretty prick. “Not going anywhere though. I think a little basketball would be fun.”

CeeCee smiled at me. I could feel her pulse through the meat of that gorgeous cock and taste the sweetness of her breath as she stared me down. Nita leaned in and began to kiss on my neck as they shared me, and I finally got the other girl’s name as she snuggled up on my free side and began to frot her hot dick against my naked thigh. Whitney was adorable. I wanted to hold her by the ends of her corn rows and bust her tight little black asshole for days. They were all to fucking gorgeous to rank. Thankfully I was set to get my fill of each one in turn.

“We was just about to have us a game of ‘RawDog.'” CeeCee said. She was so close to me I could taste every word she spoke, the heat of her breath on my lips made me so fucking hot inside and the temptation to gobble on her big juicy lips was overpowering. “You know the rules?”

“You can teach me.” I purred, my fingers tugging up and down the length of Nita’s big naked dick as the girls continued to pet me from all angles. Not to be outdone, cute little Corn Rowed Whitney peeled her shorts down under her apple-sized nuts and guided my free hand to her meat. With a cock in each hand and my fingers working them at my sides, CeeCee had free reign to handle my body as she pleased. I smiled at her as she ran her hands up under my top and pushed the material along with them, groping my big tits as she humped her dick into mine.

“Real simple.” CeeCee grinned. “Whoever got the ball makes her shot, then she choses who goes next to copy her shot. Gotta make it in the same way and standing in the same spot or the girl who made the shot first wins a letter. R.A.W.D.O.G. whoever spell out RawDog first, wins.”

“Gotta tell her the other part.” Whitney said, a wicked little devil’s grin on her face.

“Gotta have consequences.” CeeCee said. She stared deeply into my eyes with this evil little smirk. “Once you make your shot, if the girl you choose makes hers, then she gets a twenty. If she misses, you get a twenty.”

“Twenty?” I asked, by now a lot more interested in how we were groping one another than a game of basketball.

“Twenty strokes, Boo.” Nita whispered in my ear, tugging my lobe with her teeth and giggling as she pulled it and let it snap back once she let go. “You make your shot and the girl you choose misses, you get to RawDog her pucker for twenty strokes, hard and nasty as you like. She make her shot though, and your booty gets it; twenty strokes, RawDog, right up that fine pink ass. Mid court buttfuckin.”

I thought I was gonna cum right on the spot. Suddenly basketball didn’t sound so bad at all.

Now I should mention here that fucking in public isn’t exactly legal. We do live in a society after all, and if everyone could just walk around with their big dicks swinging and mount up with whoever they chose at any time everything would descend into chaos. Not saying it wouldn’t be a fucking awesome kinda chaos, but we’d never get anything done. The punishment for getting caught doing what we were doing wasn’t all that horrible. A fine and possibly a night in our local lock up was the worst that could happen. Point of fact, I’d spent more than my share of nights at the sheriff’s mercy. I got a punch card. Two more visits and I get a plaque.

We started our game by losing the bottoms. I could hardly contain my lust as the girls all stepped out of their shorts and three of the biggest juiciest black dicks I had ever seen swung heavily into view. CeeCee was the biggest at almost two full feet of wrist-thick black stove-pipe cock, but the other girls weren’t much smaller. My own dirty gurl is a respectable 18 inches when she’s fat and hungry, but I wasn’t near as big as them.

Since I was the new girl on court, CeeCee let me go first. She stepped right up to me, that gorgeous black prick of hers dangling at half-mast as a string of cock-milk drooled from her knob onto the court at her feet. She handed me the basketball and gave me a wicked smile.

I’m an athlete. I run like the wind and swim like a dolphin when I am in the mood. Basketball is not my game however, so I took up a position for an easy shot and bit my lower lip as I let go of the ball and said a little prayer. Didn’t wanna look like a newbie in front of my possie. When I saw the ball swish through the net like I was an absolute boss, I cheered, bouncing up and down. My big titties were dancing with victory as I choose CeeCee to copy my shot.

I watched with bated breath as CeeCee struck a pose and sunk her shot ümraniye escort with ease. She turned to face me, licking her lips as she stepped up. Her big black cock was rock hard as she reached out for me, tenderly placing her hand on my shoulder and turning me to face away. I let her guide me, glancing back over my shoulder into her pretty brown eyes as she placed a hand on my naked hip and I bent forward for her, hands on my knees and arching in invitation for the punishment I had earned.

I felt the knob of her sopping wet cock at my opening for half a second before her hand tightened on my shoulder and she slammed into me. I knew it was coming, and I deserved it for being such a dirty little bitch, but I couldn’t help but yelp out loud as she speared me with that monstrous black dick.

Her huge nuts swung up and crushed against my own as she impaled me, and without giving me a moment to get used to her size she began to rail me like a wanton whore right on the spot. Twenty strokes doesn’t sound like much until you realize it’s being delivered by two foot long black battering ram right up your unprepared shit-pipe. I was howling as she raped me, titties dancing as she had her way.

By about the fourth or fifth stroke, my little asshole began to realize what she was being given and quickly adapted to welcome what she was being offered. By stroke ten I was grunting, groaning, and twisting my ass to push back and get more of that big black cock. Fuck, it felt good! So much greased ebony flesh being stuffed into me over and over again; so fucking primal and beautiful. I couldn’t help but cum.

By the twentieth stroke my cock was slopping ropes of thick seed onto the court between my feet. The other girls laughed and cheered as they saw me unload my pent-up spunk, my own big dick arching and throwing it’s juices as CeeCee rode me through her victory lap. My whole body was shaking as she seated herself in me to the balls on the twentieth stroke, holding my ass in her hands and kissing my neck and shoulders as she let me finish my cum.

“Hope you got more of that creamy sweetness in you, Boo.” Nita said. She stepped up and caressed my face as she glanced down at the pint of cum I had blown on the ground. “Shame to waste such sweet honey.”

I grinned as CeeCee pulled out of me, kissing my shoulder once more as she left my gaping hole spasming and drooling with a good amount of her pre-cum. I stood, blushing as Nita openly handled my wet dick, coating her fingers in my spunk before bringing them to her lips to taste my flavor.

“Don’t worry about me.” I purred. “I cum buckets. Got plenty to fill each of your steamy little black assholes before we’re done.”

The girls giggled. We were having so much fun, and I knew I would be getting their numbers before we were done. I was already imagining a get together with all three, my sexy Carlie, and maybe my little sister if she was good. With my mom dating a gorgeous black woman, I was sure to develop a chocolate addiction. Made sense to keep a few snacks around.

CeeCee had won her ‘R’ and RawDoged my ass like a true champion, so she got the choice of who went next. She passed the ball to Whitney and I watched as my sexy Corn Rowed Cutie took a step off to one corner of the court and made a shot like it was nothing. She turned and grinned at me as she said my name. My turn had come up again. Being popular is such a burden.

I missed the shot of course, and Whitney stepped right up to me and smiled. Before she took what was hers she tilted my face and pressed her sweet lips against my own. Her flavor was intoxicating. That powerful little tongue invaded me and claimed my lips as new territory as she fed me a mouth full of her spit and I worked my jaw and throat in an effort to drink down all she was offering. I was still a little lightheaded from the force of her lips and the strength of her incredible mouth as she broke away and moved around behind me.

At the court’s edge was this little bench. Whitney guided me to it, and I placed one foot on the bench as she got in behind me and ran her fingers up and down the length of my thigh. She took hold of her big cock and pushed her knob into me, stopping as my tight pink velvet surrounded her big bulb and began to sputter with sloppy desire around her tip.

The first stroke was slow and deep. I groaned with pleasure as I tilted my head back and felt the sun my on face while Whitney eased her full length up my ass. She wanted to prolong her pleasure and she’d earned the right. As her dick buried itself in my butt, I felt my legs growing weak. She was like greased steel in my ass, and I was overwhelmed by the way her rod throbbed and twitched inside me.

Whitney didn’t fuck me as fast and raw as CeeCee had. She pulled her length out until just a hint of her knob was left inside before easing it back into me, taking her time to enjoy my fuck-sheath. I don’t know what felt better; hard and fast or slow and sexy.

ita stepped up to my side and watched as Whitney used my hole. She couldn’t help but groan herself watching as my opening took all it was given and kept right on. I’d had huge cocks before, and my butthole is crazy for them. It may look tiny and tight and sweet, but once my pucker has hold of something big and juicy she will have her meal and beg for more.

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1

The dark doesn’t bother me. It’s soft on the eyes and allows you to concentrate more fully on your other senses. When I walk into a room where I’ve been asked to perform an investigation, often I’ll close my eyes and listen as the air currents move around the walls and sniff at the air. It’s interesting how, with your eyes closed, the other senses translate themselves into a visual sort of representation. With my eyes open I can see with only my eyes, but with my eyes closed I can see with my ears, my nose, or the tips of my fingers.

I’m a detective for the Collected Provincial Administration, the CPA, which is in charge of loosely governing most of the outlying planetary systems in our region. I enjoy it because I get to travel around more than most planet-bound constables do, and since it’s considered that I do an adequately professional job, I usually get to have my pick of the really interesting cases. Like the present case I’m on.

I rode a cargo transport from Brelton Hub to Janston five days ago and from there hired a small planet hopper taxi to ferry me out to a little backwater gravity well called Hoopers Point. My taxi driver only spoke English, like most of them do, so I couldn’t make out much of what he said about the little sponge of a planet except that it had lots of green trees. That sounded good to me after having spent the last five months on a frozen desert planet investigating a series of rapes. I caught the guy but before we could get him to trial he somehow stepped outside an air lock without any warm clothing on. We found his naked body frozen to the lock handle still trying to get inside even in death. Most places I visit are like that. I find the bad guy and the locals take care of him in their own way.

My taxi driver (he said his name was Mike, but that’s what they’re all named) orbited Hoopers Point a couple times before dipping into the well, and I found myself looking down on a jewel of a planet. Blue oceans, small ice caps, and nine major continents all covered in green.

“Nice place,” I said.

Mike nodded and said, “Jyeah.”

I did my best not to smirk at him. I think I’ve been in too many taxis.

Once down, Mike wedged on a baseball hat, grabbed my luggage, and jumped out of the hatch. From the open door I felt a wet heat roll into the cabin with a musty green smell to it that spoke of trees, swamps, and masses of living things. The local constable was outside waiting for me, listening to Mike jabber on about unfair tariffs.

I paid Mike to make him go away, and the constable led me into a small reception and decontamination area.

“Name’s Jaffey,” he said. “Been here six years, almost since colonization.”

I nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Chen Klein, CPA detective.”

Jaffey nodded, “I’ve been expecting you. You heard anything about the case?”

I shook my head and answered, “Not much. Just that a bunch of women are either dead or close enough to it that it doesn’t matter.”

Jaffey nodded again and said, “I would say that those who died had it easy. It’s the living that I feel sorry for. Feel sorry for their families even more.”

I waited for him to go on, but he stopped and looked uncomfortable. He fingered his collar and turned a bit red, and then said, “Well, why don’t I show them to you so you can see for yourself. “

I shrugged and said, “Lead the way.”

We went to the morgue first. In my last job, bodies were just piled outside an air lock and within half an hour or so, they were frozen solid as a rock. But here in the warm, humid air, that would be a very stinky mistake. The morgue was cold and dry. Jaffey pulled open a drawer and wheeled out a very dead young woman in her twenties with long blond hair and a tight sexy little body. She was heavily bruised on her lower abdomen, and her crotch was shredded into ragged strips of skin. I winced at it, wishing I didn’t have to see things like this. Her breasts were bruised, especially around the nipples, and on her face, where I expected to see an expression of agony, I found a look of ecstasy. She died with a smile on her face despite the damage to her body.”

I asked, “Was she raped?”

Jaffey shook his head. “No,” he said, “She did this to herself.”

He looked uncomfortable. “Some of the dead have passed on quickly,” he said, “but she was one that hung on for quite a while.”

From there we went to the local planetary hospital to see some of the ones that were still among the living.

Jaffey stopped in the waiting room and introduced me to Dr. Shonka the physician attending the women. She shook my hand in the old fashioned way, and said, “Call me Mell. Dr. Shonka always makes me cringe.” She was lovely. She stood just taller than my shoulder with long, wavy, auburn hair that framed a perfect face. Her eyes caught me. They were golden colored, almost metallic, and they sparkled as she moved them between me and constable Jaffey.

“Nice to meet you, Mell,” I said, smiling. Working with her çeşme escort would be a pleasure.

Jaffey coughed. “You wouldn’t mind, sir, if I waited down here? I’d rather not go up.”

Mell patted him on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry Jak, I know how hard this is for you. I’ll take Detective Klein up.”

Jaffey’s shoulders hung and he mumbled, “Thanks.”

“Call me Chen,” I said as she led me into the hospital. “Why’s this hard for him? Is he related to one of the victims?”

Mell nodded. “You’ll see her in there. His sister was one of the first victims.”

She led me along a hallway, stopped at a doorway, and turned back to me. She was biting her lower lip and considering my face. “This’ll be pretty intense,” she said. “If we can’t figure this out, some of these women will die. These are all good women, most of them my friends. Chen, be kind to them please.”

I nodded.

She pushed open the door, and I was met by a wall of sound. All the voices were of women in ecstasy. Moans and sighs and cries of pure pleasure were all mingled together into a tapestry of erotic music. The floor and walls were padded, and covered with naked women writhing and slithering against each other. Mouths and tongues and fingers and toes were madly rubbing and pounding crotches and breasts. It was a thirty woman orgy. All of them were young and pretty. All of them were covered in bruises, self inflicted, or caused by a hands or mouths of other women as they gave each other pleasure.

Mell pointed to a pretty girl, tall and lithe, with nice large breasts that she was tweaking while another woman licked and chewed on her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open wide as she cried out in orgasm. “That’s the constable’s sister, Jerah. Go touch her on the shoulder and see what happens.”

I waded through the room, careful not to step on any bare body parts and touched Jerah on the shoulder. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed out something intelligible. She let go of her nipples and grabbed the woman licking her by the hair and mashed her face into her pussy. The woman sucking her redoubled her efforts, licking and nibbling, sucking and kissing Jerah’s pussy lips.

Mell was right about this being intense. I felt myself getting hard as my vision was filled with naked women having sex. Mell must have noticed that I was reacting, so she led me back out into the hallway where we sat down on a bench.

“This isn’t a virus?” I asked, “Or some kind of drug or chemical imbalance? Could it be a native fruit they’re eating or an insect that bit them? Why am I here, Dr. Shonka?”

“It’s not a virus,” she answered. “It’s not something they ate or something that bit them, although it could be some kind of drug. If it is a drug though, it hasn’t left any trace in their system. According to all of our tests, those women in there are perfectly healthy and fine. Their only symptoms are their sexual activity and their state of catatonia otherwise. Their skin seems to be in a state of hyper sensitivity. That’s why I had you touch Jerah. None of them would have noticed you otherwise.”

“What about the dead ones?” I asked, “What did they die from.”

Mell shrugged and shook her head. “Maybe they wear out, and die from exhaustion. Maybe it’s something that kills them. The ones that die usually go into a frenzy much more intense than what you saw in there just before they collapse. I’m still working on figuring out the mechanics of this. Your part, the part we need you for, is to find out what they have in common so we can pinpoint the cause.”

I nodded. “I’ll do what I can, but this isn’t something that I normally deal with. I’m mostly just a police man like your constable.”

“You come with very high recommendations though, Detective Klein.” Her smile was sad and tired.

She gave me the list of names and addresses of the women and led me back down to constable Jaffey.

“Let me know how you get along, Chen, and I’ll keep you up to date on my work.” Mell smiled and shook my hand again. “I’m glad to have met you.”

“My pleasure,” I mumbled, and kissed her hand in the proper fashion. I think she blushed. Well, different places have different styles.

2

Jaffey took me down to the constabulary office and we went over the list of names together.

“The doctor said that your sister was one of the first.” I said gently.

Jaffey nodded.

Have you found any connections between her case and the other women?

He sighed. “The only thing that seems to be a common theme is that they’re all young women who are generally considered to be pretty. None of them are younger than seventeen and none of them are older than thirty-two. Considering their symptoms, I’ve asked questions about their sex lives, and all of them seemed to be healthy. None of them were virgins before this happened. None of them showed any signs of being overly preoccupied with sex, and most of them either başakşehir escort have boyfriends or are married. They were all normal, healthy and happy women before this happened. Fifteen are dead now. The only good news about any of this is that we haven’t had a new case for about ten days. Up till then we were getting two or three new ones a day.

“One other interesting thing,” he said, “is that as this thing progressed it seemed to get stronger. The first to show symptoms are all mostly still alive, but the last five girls only lasted a day or two before they died.

“It stopped ten days ago?” I asked

Jaffey nodded.

“You’ve checked the shipping logs? Entrances and exits?”

He nodded again. “No pattern that I could see. Nobody has left the planet for the last thirty days, and all cargo shipments were transferred up in orbit automatically. You and Mike the taxi pilot are the only ones who have come dirtside in the last sixty days.”

“Does Mike come often?”

“Just when he brought you.”

We went over the list of women and picked out the first five to show symptoms. “We’ll start on these tomorrow,” I said. Two were dead, but the other three were still alive having sex back at the hospital. One of them was Jaffey’s sister.

Jaffey dropped me and my luggage off at the visitors lodge and promised to meet me there early the next day. I flopped on my bed and rummaged through the visitor pamphlets. Visit Hoopers Point! they shouted. Come see the Cloud Waterfall. Hike through our virgin forests and hunt for Shigger beasts. A Shigger beast it seems is a fat antelope like animal with large brown eyes and vicious teeth that tastes just like beef but better.

I read an amusing account of a hunting party where four off worlders were lost in the forest for six days before finding their way back tired and sore. The moral of the story was to hire local guides at 15 credits an hour or you might end up just like them.

Finally I settled down to a nature book cataloging the local flora and fauna of Hoopers Point. It was mostly trees and things that lived in, around, under, or over trees, like birds and fungus, and Shigger beasts and burrowing cats and other things. I fell asleep in the middle of a description of a scaly yellow bat that ate bird eggs.

When Jaffey arrived in the morning, I was up and ready to go. He handed me the list and I read through it as he drove.

Mishey Tenkons, age 23.

Kallin Jeppeson, age 18. Dead.

Jerah Jaffey, age 26.

Hephre Jeppeson, age 23. Dead.

Denne Kinderoff, age 20.

“Are Kallin and Hephre related?” I asked.

“They were sisters.”

“Are any of the other girls related?”

“There’s one other set of sisters. Other than that, no, none of them are related.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Lets go see the Jeppeson family first.

Hooper’s Point was only an eight year old colony with a population of about 46 thousand. Most of them lived locally in or around the town called Hooper’s Point. All of the sick or dead girls were local. We drove through town and out into the trees to a small homesteading community where the Jeppesons lived. They had a log house, nice and trim, with a neat yard and a big garden out back.

Jaffey knocked on the door and Mrs. Jeppeson let us in.

We asked lots of questions. When did they get sick? Who were they with? Did it happen suddenly or did it gradually appear? Poor Mrs. Jeppeson sent her girls off to clean the barn, and when they didn’t come back, she went looking, and found them rolling around in the hay in a tight, grunting, slurping sixty-nine. They stayed that way for a day and a half before she could bear to even tell her husband about it. She was intensely embarrassed, and now she was intensely sad.

“If only I’d known from the beginning that this was something wrong and not my girls being bad, I would have done something sooner, and then they might still be alive.”

We gleaned a few nuggets from her.

Hephre had a boy friend, and they both had gone to visit him the day before they went crazy. His name was Mike Willson, an English that for once wasn’t a taxi pilot.

We found him at home setting up a satellite dish next to his log cabin. He invited us in and handed out drinks. My glass was full of something orange that smelled sweet and looked syrupy. I watched Jaffey, and he didn’t seem to recognize it any more than I did.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Jana juice from the Jana tree,” he said. “It grows out past the Cloud Waterfall. My friend Jemmy Perce brings them back in his carryall and we make juice out of it. Try it. It tastes great.”

I sipped mine and found that while the taste was delicious and light, the texture of the stuff was a bit too slimy for my liking. When I swallowed it, I felt it tingle all the way down. I set mine down on the table and left it there. Jaffey liked it though and drank his all the way down.

Mike said, “We’ve küçükçekmece escort been thinking of marketing it, but it’s too hard to gather, and there just aren’t very many of the trees around. We pretty much gave up getting rich from it.”

Jana juice. Could it be?

I asked him, “Before the girls got sick, did they drink any of the juice?”

“Yeah”, he nodded, “They were both over here the day before, and they both had some. I see where you’re going. Like maybe it’s the juice causing all this, but I don’t think so. My kid sister has been drinking this juice for the last year, and she hasn’t had any problems at all.”

“Make a list for me of all the people you might have given this to just in case, and I’ll take some back with me and have Dr. Shonka take a look at it.

3

Back at the hospital, Mell looked tired. I handed the Jana juice to her, and she said, “I’ve heard of it, but never tried it.”

“It tastes good, but it’s a little slimy. It also might be what’s causing this thing, so don’t drink any.”

She looked at it sadly, and then sat down. “Another one died today. You saw her yesterday. She was the one doing things to Jaffey’s sister.”

I lifted her chin and smiled at her. “I have a couple more interviews today, but afterward would you like to have lunch with me?”

Her face brightened, and her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded yes.

Jaffey and I went out again and interviewed the family of Mishey Tenkons. She was newly married, and we found her husband bitter and angry.

“Well, I’m glad she’s not dead at least. I was out working in the field with a friend of mine, and we both came inside to get something to eat and found Mishey naked on the living room floor rubbing herself as fast and as hard as she could. When she saw us she jumped up and attacked my friend. She threw her arms around his neck and humped her legs up around him and started rubbing her pussy against his crotch. I yelled at her and peeled her off, so she sat down on the floor and had an orgasm in front of us.”

I mumbled something empathetic to him and then asked, “Do you know what Jana juice is?”

“Yeah, sure, I got some from Mike Willson. He’s my friend that Mishey jumped on.”

“Really,” I said, feeling a rush go through me. “And did she every have any of the juice?”

“Mishey? No, she wouldn’t drink any. She said it looked and smelled like thick pee.”

Later, as Mell and I sat at a table eating lunch, we talked over the details. The day before the Jeppeson girls went crazy they both had Jana juice with Mike Willson. Mishey Tenkons, never drank any, but her husband was a friend of Mike and liked the taste of Jana Juice. When we interviewed Denne Kinderoff’s family we found that she had tried some Jana juice a two weeks before she went crazy and was found running around naked chasing the family dog trying to get it to service her. Neither she nor her boyfriend new Mike Willson, but her boyfriend got his supply of Jana juice from a mutual friend.

Mell said that she had run some tests on the juice and had found an interesting mixture of acids and sugars, but nothing that jumped out as obviously threatening.

We talked together for a long time, and I found myself enjoying the way she phrased things and the way she formed her words. She had a slight accent that I couldn’t place, and her eyes were captivating.

Customs are very important where I come from. One of them is that when you eat with a female guest, you cut her food for her. My parents told me it’s an old custom from before there was space travel. Who knows where it comes from, but when used properly it can be a pretty erotic thing.

The trouble was convincing Mell that she should let me. It seemed to embarrass her, and she blushed very prettily. I paid attention to her, cutting three or four pieces at a time and watching as she ate and enjoyed her food, and then cutting a few more. She tried cutting my food, but I told her it wasn’t proper, so we talked and ate, and I cut. By the end of the meal she was really warming up, and even touched my hand for a couple of brief seconds, feathery light and smooth. I felt my head spin slightly as her gold flecked eyes gazed into mine.

“Mell,” I said, “Have you every tried Jana juice? You’ve really got to, it tastes wonderful.”

Mell sat back in her chair and her expression changed.

“Are you feeling ok, Chen?” She asked.

“Never felt more alive in my life,” I said. “I think I’m in love with you, by the way.” I stood up from the table and tried to spin myself around, but I tripped over a chair, crashed into a neighboring table and ended up lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Things went a bit hazy after that.

I woke up in the hospital feeling horribly embarrassed. I could remember everything I did and everything I said, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I did it. Yes, I found Mell attractive, but I went far out of line with her.

When she came into my room and stood by my bed, I apologized to her, asked her forgiveness, told her I was a worm, and hoped she didn’t think I was horrible.

She laid her hand on mine and said softly, “Chen, up to the point where you started spinning around the room, I had a wonderful time. I don’t think I’d mind too much if you fell in love with me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it.

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

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

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

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Chapter 31- Agni

30th November, 2017

12:37 p.m.

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

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

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

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

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

I would save Rayka. No matter what.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Roger that, Centurion.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had to let it happen.

I couldn’t let it happen.

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

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

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

I had to do it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Seals–“

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

“Such a fucking Disn–“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The flames were creation and destruction; salvation and undoing.

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

The warmth was love. It was lust.

It was hope and it was fear.

It was fire.

It was mine.

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

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

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

The fire was home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop!” an annoying voice shouted.

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

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

No matter. One to burn was better than none.

The flames were hungry. I would feed them.

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

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

“You must listen to me!”

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

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

“Eirineftís!”

I stopped, my fist inches from its face.

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

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

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

“They did. Fiona is not one of them.”

“Fiona?”

“Centurion Fiona, yes.”

“Centurion…”

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

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

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

I will not do this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

–

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It will be master.”

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

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“Fetch my chamber pot,” Eve ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah looked at me like I was a traitor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anal sex going alright?” she enquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doctor Terri looked thoughtful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mouth went dry. “You’re serious?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanted to talk to me, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What…” I croaked. “What are you…?”

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

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

And vanished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 46

By T Hodge

Edited by Steve

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

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

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

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

“When will they be executed?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Do you want the women there?”

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it looks fantastic from here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happens when their pussies got sore?”

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

“What do you mean? Why?”

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

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

“What does it do for them?”

“It slows their aging process.”

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

“It’s true.”

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

“Maybe not.”

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

“That’s not true.”

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

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

“Why… am I not good enough?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

Millie brought Tim his Java and returned to the kitchen.

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

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

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

“I am opening a channel now.”

“Sherald, here. How may I help you?”

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

“Everything is great, and you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Isola di Incantesimo.

1976.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that the name of this place?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That would be wonderful,” said Annibale.

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

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

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

“Do you mind if I ask what?”

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

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

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

“What did you see?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If that’s alright,” he laughed.

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

“Is that too rough?” he asked.

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

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

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

“You’re leaving, signora?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Giacomina smiled, nervously.

The waves continued.

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