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Vivian spent two days pondering her faith in the rundown house looking at herself in the mirror. Pink skin and the long tail showed no signs of disappearing and nothing she came up with helped her in any way. The priestess’s connection to her old God was completely severed. In the morning of the third day, strange hunger forced the pink demon Vivian to look for food.

Exploring the village the food situation of the bandits was not any better than Vivian’s. The ones who were supposed to be eating spooned air from empty barrels.

Everywhere Vivian walked the eyes of the males followed her. No hostility was in them but a deep longing for something.

In general, the entire situation caused the former priestess to pity the vile men. Despite their actions, they still were human puppets to the same dark god that had corrupted Vivian. She did not understand what exactly had happened to them but she knew they too needed to eat. So Vivian and her thralled men went to search for food. The men followed her out of the village without asking.

Vivian did not know how to hunt or gather edibles form the forest and none of the bandits picked anything that she would dare to eat. They were bringing all kinds of plants to her without a single command. Vivian decided to find someone who had gotten the food for them. Maybe a trade of sorts thought Vivian driven by her hunger.

** * **

The group of armed men and the naked succubus found a road and it did not take long for them to find humans.

Vivian had wondered which way to go on the forest road when another group of armed men approached them.

“Demon is among the bandits,” yelled the first soldier in the approaching group.

“Shieldwall,” commanded their leader and the men soon formed a tight shield line.

They approached in a steady formation without letting any gaps to form.

Vivian could not believe these fellow humans could just attack her without provocation and just stood in shock. The bandits around her did draw their swords and moved to protect her.

“Be careful the demon is trying to charm us, resist your impulses,” yelled the leader of these men.

“You will lose the sick need after you see its blood spilled.”

“Stay in the formation you fools,” the leader kept yelling to his soldiers.

One soldier dropped his spear and shield to run at the demon. Several others followed his example.

Fear was clear in the leader’s eyes when he realized this was no low-level charm a human could resist with only strength of his will. Soon he too joined his comrades dropping their weapons and revealing their cocks.

The mass of men around the succubus almost doubled. Vivian did not know why all of the men had revealed their cocks again. She had not given any command this time. The men had blank faces but their erect cocks were messaging intent enough.

Vivian’s body began to burn from hunger looking at the cocks. She could distinguish the new ones from the old ones by their shapes alone. Realising this did not make the formerly chaste mind the of the priestess happy at all. Her body starting to make lewd sounds on its own did not help with the lack of happiness. The walls of her hungry hole moved against each other and stream of love juice dripped down her thigh.

“This is the sick will of a vile god. Your desire is clear to me and we share the same curse. Now my new brothers, let us treat the evil infliction we are suffering from,” the noble toned words were more to comfort the lust filled mind of the apostle rather than the men.

Vivian barely recognized her body as her own and it belonged to the dark god more than to her. So it was only natural to let the sick body to be used according to the God’s intent who had created it. At least that was the logic the desire filled Vivian’s mind tried to build.

Vivian’s attempt to justify her lust was interrupted as the mass of men sensed her intent behind the words. It did not take long for cocks to find their destinations. Those that did not find holes were rubbed against the pink skin. One of the men took the apostle’s tail and began to suck it. There was no hole in it and only seemed like a strong tail but it did not take long for the female to discover the tip was one of her new erogenous zones.

Tingles of pleasure shot through Vivian’s body even from the cocks that were not inside her. None of the men showed any signs of emotion on their faces, only desire filled eyes.

Many strong arms kept Vivian in the air and all her holes milked the men dry one by one. All with the same self-moving hunger. With sheer desperation for more nothing was allowed to spill if it could be helped.

Even when all cock-milk was dried up the rods were unable to soften and kept coming. The same cocks coming, again and again, started to feel comforting to Vivian. Like there would at least be one thing she could trust in her life and that was the cocks that never left her for long.

When a cock Vivian did not recognize was pushed into her from behind bahçelievler escort she forcefully turned around making several men fall down.

A small merchant caravan had come to the road the endless one succubus orgy was blocking. They had sent some men to check the group of soldiers surrounding something on the road, in the end, the entire caravan crew and its escort were now lining up to the inviting demon.

The apostle getting to know the newest cock was interrupted by a screaming woman. Some of the men had surrounded a female that had been with the caravan. Most of her clothes had already been ripped by the time Vivian managed to push herself past the mass of men.

A blond woman was slowly sobbing as two of the men she had known for many years were now railing her like a spitroast. Her husband simply stood there rubbing his cock waiting his turn. The woman could not understand why this was happening or why her body was liking it.

Vivian could not let this continue and she pushed the men away with her superior strength. The blond female took this opportunity to run away to the woods, mixed juices streaming down her legs.

Somewhere in Vivian’s mind she understood this could be bad and told the men to carry all the food they could find from the caravan and return to the bandit village.

** * **

Vivian had now over doubled the men that did not seem to be able to function without her. The only thing they had shown any initiative was to protect her or sexually use that other female.

The apostle did not exactly want to commune with the Dark Goddess but she was the only one able to give any answers to Vivian so she altered the chant she had used to talk to her previous Goddess. Of course with Vivian’s low standing, the God had not talked to her back. Regardless, talking to any god should be done in a polite tone to not make them mad and send curses after the insulters.

“Dear Dark God who so bless me. Would you ever be so kind that you would answer some of my questions. Please,” prayed the apostle in a fear-stricken tone.

“What you want?” Came irritated voice of the Goddess.

Being one of the Dark Goddess’s highest ranked pawns on the human realms Vivian’s connection would not be cluttered with millions of prayers. It was immediately heard by the Dark God it was intended to and in a polite tone she was not used to hearing anything aimed at her. Goddess of carnal lust and fulfiller of desires was not someone you normally prayed to adding please to the end.

Vivian’s limited confidence was further shaken by the initial blunt response but she now had to continue or face the wrath of an ignored god.

“Dear Dark God can you tell me why all the men act strangely around me. Please,” came innocent toned question from the naked succubus.

There was a pause before the laughter of the Dark God filled Vivian’s mind.

“I gave you many blessings and one of them entices any unprotected adult human males to desire you to a point that they want nothing else in their lives. Just a wish from you is a command they would die for. If you would be separated they might just kill themselves off from despair. Of course, if you are occupied they might go for any available females.”

“What is your name my dear Dark God,” asked the apostle wanting to know in case she could find any weakness from it. Evil gods had vices and those could be exploited by smart mortals according to the teachings of the divine gods.

“You can call me Sara,” came the god’s amused reply.

Vivian had never heard a god with that name. Then again all evil gods she knew were male. Teachings of her church never mentioned any female dark gods by name so asking it had been pulling straws in the first place.

“What are the other blessings you gave me?”

“What fun would it be if I told you all. Be glad I even told what that blessing was out on a whim.”

“I thank you Dark God Sara for your time,” Vivian said not wanting to be cursed by the vile god and to end the connection.

“Thinking of my time. That reminds me. I had a command I wanted to give you to help on your way to spread my truth to the world and undermine my annoying sister.”

“Go east my apostle and gather the orc and barbarian tribes to fight the evil that is the church of the Hypocritical Bitch Goddess Serana,” Those were the words that made Vivian start her journey to the east.

When Vivian had served the Goddess her full name with titles had been Gracefull Saint Goddess of The Protecting Virgin Light Serana. Definitely not the shortest god name Vivian knew but according to the ancient scrolls she had been personally very insisting on that name. She had even refused to give any blessings to the high priestess of that era before she made it official.

Vivian was strongly disturbed by the idea her holy Goddess had a sister like this so the apostle simply thought it was something the vile being had done to ridicule her.

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It did not take long for the group of humans travelling in the wilds to find orcs who were extremely protective of the few lands they could keep safe from any human influences.

“No humans allowed. Leave. Even with demons,” announced an orc from top of a rock.

“I have come to spread the word of the Dark God Sara to gather the orc tribes under her banner to fight the humans,” came from Vivian in a bored tone.

The orc on the rock asked, “You mean the Fulfiller of desires?”

Vivian nodded.

“Sure we fight humans, just fulfil our desires first. Then we take you to our village to fulfil theirs. Such is the bargain we have done for generations when the great fulfiller summons us to war.”

“And what is your wish,” asked the apostle.

“Not sure about the chief, he wants some big stuff but we boys want something more personal. My grandfather told me stories of the last war. How he never forgot the time he had with the apostle. If you want us to take you to our chief then come to sit on my lap and make all of us limp.”

The orc sat down to a rock while taking off the belt skirt keeping his nethers hidden.

Vivian could not turn away from the revealed green cock. In fact, some force made her approach it. She sat on the orc’s lap feeling it was the right thing to do, the thing that was expected of her.

The first muscular rod was soon pushed in and Vivian found herself to be the one against the rock. Her shapely breasts were pressed against the cold stone as she was rammed from behind. Vivian’s nipples hardened against the cold surface by the waves of heat radiating from her pussy going at full speed sucking the orc.

“My grandfather was lying, this is better than war,” announced the orc to his fellows. He had stopped moving and let the cum milking walls do the work they were made to do.

It did not take long for Vivian’s proficient insides to get the seed from all five and they were soon moving to the Orc camp.

** * **

“Help us destroy the human colony and we will follow you as the dark seducer commands,” were the only words the orc chief gave to Vivian. He even left the hut and ran away after that.

The chieftain did not want his mind to be clouded by the dark magic and settle for anything less beneficial to his tribe.

Two orcs escorted the apostle to the human colony that was built to civilize this area of the wild lands. Most of the trip they kept poking Vivian with their cocks but always retreated trying to prevent themselves interrupting the journey by railing the woman against the ground.

When they reached the ridge from which top the human settlement was visible the two orcs left to join the rest of their kind that had been following Vivian from more than a safe distance.

Vivian did not like the idea of just walking to a fellow human city and making all of them be thralled by the curse of the Dark God. Something was compelling the apostle to complete the task but it did not dictate how she should do it.

The apostle decided to trick the settlement that proximately housed two thousand humans to run away. There was only one threat that would guarantee that and that was a zombie infection. Settlement of this size in a remote location would not house many holy warriors who would be able to fight a zombie horde and letting the infection pollute their only water source would make them run away in panic.

It was a common tactic during wartime especially if one side was losing and had no other options but normally not done as several holy warriors could deal with large groups of zombies easily.

The newly built town only got water from the river flowing next to it so all the apostle needed to do was to pretend to infect it. Vivian only needed zombies but lucky for her there was a group of around hundred men around her that could be made act the part on her instructions.

It did not take long for Vivian to get the males to whine in the soul-wrecking tone usually only zombies did. It was not exactly the same but close enough. The apostle walked the men along the shallow river towards the settlement. Her group coming from upstream the humans hopefully would think something bad was happening to the river and leave.

Vivian stopped in the middle of the river and most of them were waist deep in the slow-moving river. They were relatively far from the settlement but if they went too close humans might see something was wrong with the zombies. Their swaying bodies and howls could be seen and heard from here. The apostle hoped her body would be hidden behind the men.

** * **

Carofina’s first assignment as fully fledged paladin had been to a dusty border town in the middle of nowhere. Sure it was traditional for newest paladins to get the worst assignments. There would be no glory in beating few orcs or operating as the judge over small religious matter ümraniye escort some commoners had. She had gotten used to the idea of spending her two-year assignment here just honing her fighter and magical skills but all of it changed in one moment when a messenger came.

“Zombies, zombies are coming,” yelled the militia messenger to the paladin after barging through the door to her office.

The paladin would have kept trial and judged the man on the spot in a normal situation for breaking protocol but the word “zombies” was all Carofina’s ambitious ears heard.

** * **

This zombie attack was the paladin’s ticket out of this place. Carofina observed the approximately hundred zombies consisting horde from top of the man height mud-wall that was surrounding the town. There were no stones to be found anywhere close here and the few around this area had been used to build the church.

Hidding her long blond hair behind her helmet the paladin rode her horse out of the small wooden gate of the town. Carofina could not risk the two hundred town guard to get infected so they were left behind. Or that’s what the paladin had told them. There would have been enough crossbows at the garrison but there would not be any glory from that to her. Carofina needed to beat this horde alone while the men looking from the wall witnessed it. That should be enough to get her out of this dusty place a year faster, sand was not one of her favourite things.

Riding closer Carofina saw the zombie horde move away from her. Dismounting the horse and telling it to return to the town to save it from bites the holy warrior pursued the horde into the river.

The paladin’s magic let her walk on the river surface and hitting the zombies with her hammer and shield from elevated position would make this task too easy, not to mention the magic she could channel through the hammer.

First bolts of holy light flew towards the mass of fake zombies, they were knocked down and the stream made them flow towards the paladin coming from downstream. As some of them floated past the paladin she could see some of their faces. They looked normal, not rotting at all.

The moment the paladin saw one of the floating men stand up again she knew something was definitely wrong. There now were several men approaching her from all directions. The more eager ones already got hit by the hammer and seeing bright red blood spread made the paladin realize these were living men. It did not take long for Carofina deduct what really was going on. A pink demon was running towards her.

Vivian yelled, “Run I can’t control them when they are like this.”

Carofina’s magic was useless against living demons who manifested physical bodies but her hammer would make quick work of it. This was a succubus and killing her would make the men lose purpose and scatter. The demon was running towards the paladin without any weapons. This would indeed be too easy thought Carofina again smiling under her helmet.

The paladin’s smile froze when several hands rose from the stream of water trying to pull her down. The magic could hold her armour on top of the water but not multiple men on top of it. Carofina’s hammer and shield kept knocking some of them away but she could not kick them off or move too fast or the magic would lose effect under the increasing strain and risk her falling into the river.

Hands of the males the paladin could not strike away kept trying to loosen her full-body armour. One of the hands found a place that made Carofina lose focus for a second and it was all that was needed for her to fall into the river.

Carofina lost her shield to the river flow but her hammer knocked away several more after she managed to restore her stance. These men were still weaker than her and way less protected. Just a strike from her armoured glow was enough for most. The sheer number of them still proved fatal in this situation. The paladin eventually lost mobility of both of her arms and her metal boots were stuck in the river mud.

Vivian managed to get close to the paladin just when they had gotten her helmet and first armour pieces off. When she had pushed one of the men away the apostle had liberated the arm of the paladin who struck her with a knife.

The limp body of the demon was carried to the beach by some of the men. They began no feed their seed to her after pulling the knife out.

The paladin’s triumph of killing the demon did not last for long. The men had not stopped and soon managed to remove rest of her armour. The enhancements should have prevented anything of the sorts happening but Carofina could feel something powerful was weakening and attacking the Goddess’s magic that was in and around her. The attack was coming from the body of the demon. It flowed to the men who amplified its effects. Being this close to them even the inexperienced paladin could sense it but she did not exactly have the time to research the mechanic this horde was using to attack her defences.

Male cocks of the men probing the paladin’s naked skin were not just humiliating her but also assaulting her internal mental walls. Carofina’s body was distorted from the pain of her God-given barriers rumbling away one by one. A stronger paladin might have been able to fight back but this was just a fight between the aura of one goddess’s champion and her rival’s low ranking pawn.

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Ben stared around at the facility in utter disbelief at what he was seeing. The whole place was an absolute ruin, looking like it had seen centuries come and go. Most of the cryo pods surrounding him were empty or disconnected. Thick layers of dust covered everything he could see, and the lights that once lit up the area were dim or out.

Taking his time to center himself, Ben propped himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the pod. Breathing several times so he didn’t pass out, Ben stood up slowly, taking as much time as he needed. The man remembered the docket he read about coming out of cryo sleep. He was both hungry and weak as he’d expected, something he would look to remedy soon.

Ben took several minutes, finding his center of balance before he thought about walking. When he did, it was only baby steps, just so he didn’t overexert himself. From what he could see, he was the only one awake at this moment, but he didn’t know for sure. He didn’t know what time it was, and everyone could be asleep because the hour was late for all he knew.

The Latin man was walking away from the main cluster of pods, heading towards where the storage area was, hoping to see someone there. He saw no one and the storage zone looked like someone, or multiple someones, had gone in and tossed everything around. As he passed the various pods around him, Ben noted that some were already open. Whereas others had been crushed by falling concrete, with the occupant still inside.

Ben shook himself and shuddered at the thought, thinking it was a horrible way to die. He made his way over to the place where he had deposited his personal effects and saw that there was no one there. He had the most eerie feeling that the cryo facility was completely abandoned. Ben saw that the buildup of dust hadn’t been disturbed in quite some time, which confirmed to him he was alone.

Stopping himself from panicking, Ben then moved to where the control facility was situated. He knew that if he was going to find answers about what was going on, it would be there. He felt his body restoring itself back to life as his limbs reawakened. The movement was helping, and Ben could feel himself getting stronger.

He walked up the shot stairway to the command center and walked in; the door having been left ajar for some time. Power still flowed into the place and the computer equipment still functioned. He sat down at a nearby console and typed a few keys, hoping that he could at least get into the system. A login screen was displayed, asking for a username and password, which Ben had neither of.

He looked around the center and found only a few items of note, a few clipboards, some old pens and markers and an identity keycard. Despite its age, the keycard looked to be relatively intact, and it gave Ben an idea. He went back to the terminal he was clacking away at and looked around it until he found what he was looking for. A black keycard reader sat right next to the mouse on the computer, which he used the keycard on.

The computer read the keycard and then shut down the password access prompt, granting him entry into the system. Ben looked over the whole thing, not understanding the whole schematic and monitoring system. But he knew enough of what he was seeing to know that there were no more functioning cryo pods active. This confirmed what Ben had feared all along, that he was the only person here, the last one to wake up.

None of this made any sense to him, as he was only supposed to be under for ten years! Why did this look like he’d been under for far longer? He pondered that question when he noticed the time stamp of his cryo pod opening. It was dated for ten thirty-five in the morning on May seventh, twenty-five twenty.

Thinking his eyes and mind were playing tricks on him, Ben slapped and pinched himself to be sure he wasn’t just dreaming. He was wide awake, of sound mind and coherent, so this wasn’t a trick. He checked the computer to see when the last diagnostic was run and it chimed with the time and date stamp being over thirty years ago. Ben had been asleep in the cryo pod for well over five hundred years!

Ben controlled his breathing once again, forcing his body to not panic as he came to grips with this new piece of information. How had he not known that he would be under for that long?!? He needed answers, and he needed them now! Ben went looking around the system files, searching for any kind of clue, but found nothing. He minimized the monitoring application and saw a file folder.

Thinking this may have been what he was looking for, Ben opened the folder and found two video files inside. The first one was labeled ‘Awakened’ and the second one was labeled ‘Topside’. He opened the first file to see what lay within it. The video played and there was Simon, the tech who had let him in when he first arrived.

“Hello there. To those who are viewing this file, you no doubt have a great many questions about what exactly is going on. Rest assured, I will explain everything çeşme escort in due time. I will start by explaining things from the beginning. Nearly a decade before everyone entered the cryo tubes and begin their long sleep, two young men had a falling out over ideals. One was named Jason Adler, the CEO of CryoTek, the other was named Darius Beauregard, heir apparent of the Beauregard family fortune.”

“Both men understood that humanity would have to undergo a drastic shift to how it was going along. Humankind had been on a collision course with disaster since the first Industrial Revolution. Yes, our understanding was growing by leaps and bounds, but we were raping and pillaging the planet for every resource we could get our hands on. We cared nothing of the consequences of our actions, as long as we could all live in comfort and luxury.”

“This attitude continued until around the nineteen sixties. When certain sections of humanity were waking up to the ramifications of what we were doing to our home. They were considered outliers and crackpots until another generation had passed and the threat to us became very real. Fast forward a few decades to the argument between Mr. Adler and Mr. Beauregard. Both men had plans to fix the problem we faced, but they lay as polar opposites,” Simon explained.

“Mr. Adler wanted to change things in the manner where we would make rapid and unprecedented changes to our way of life. Many of the conveniences would be gone, albeit on a temporary scale. The mass production of farming, of quality goods and such would be halted, while we allowed the planet to heal from it wounds. Then, humanity would adapt to the way things would become.”

“Mr. Beauregard’s plan was entirely different. He proposed a massive culling of humanity, where nearly the entire population of the Earth would be wiped out. Using nuclear and chemical weapons, hitting the major cities and other large towns. To dissolve the greatest portion of humanity in an instant was the only way forward in his mind,” Simon went on.

“Mr. Adler tried to dissuade Mr. Beauregard from this course of action, but he would not be swayed. It was in that moment that both men went their own ways, hoping to save both the world and humanity. It wasn’t long before Mr. Beauregard had stockpiled various weapons of mass destruction, with the full intent on using them.”

“Mr. Adler, having been privy to his plan, devised his own solution to the problem. He knew Darius would set the weapons off soon, but it would take time before he was ready. He wanted to achieve what he called, ‘Absolute Annihilation’, where there would be no survivors other than those he deemed fit to inherit and rule the world. In order to do this, he would need a great quantity of weapons and he would have to position them around the world to achieve this.”

“Mr. Adler used this time to research cryogenic stasis, hoping he could at least keep the best and brightest of humanity safe. Shortly before the Cryo Lottery was announced, we’d had a breakthrough of significant proportions. We had made it possible to freeze someone and then thaw them out with little to no side effects!” Simon exclaimed.

“Though we would have devoted more time to proper testing, we were running short of time. Darius had not only pulled together enough weapons to do the job, but he had also amassed a group of followers who believed as he did. That humanity needed to be culled and that only him, and those like him, were the only ones fit to inherit the Earth. Many of them were wealthy, like he was, believing that the ‘common folk’ had grown beyond control.”

“Though the lottery and the advertisements were made public, the true reasoning was not. We set the lottery in motion, hoping to find those who were among the best that humankind offered and to give them a chance to avoid a dark fate. The questionnaires you answered helped us winnow out those who are unfit or mentally unsound. The physical tests we performed helped us further narrow that pool,” Simon said, his voice heavy with regret.

“The blood samples we collected during those physicals helped us determine those who could step into a pod would also come out alive and well. Despite the breakthroughs we had made, the criteria for being able to survive a long slumber in a cryo pod were narrow. Only those with certain genetic traits would be capable of surviving in such a prolonged state. This is why there were certain rankings for those who won a slot,” Simon continued.

“Although those who couldn’t sleep as long could still help us with our research. After their reemergence from cryo sleep, we could study them and the effects that the freezing process had on them. Once we could put together enough data, we could extend the cryogenic cycle of those who had gone under. This would allow them to step back into the tubes, while also prolonging the stasis time of those above them.”

“Those who received a green card were those başakşehir escort who manifested the basic traits needed but wouldn’t be able to stay under for very long. Maybe seventy-five to one hundred years was our best estimate. Those who received bronze cards were better off, able to go beyond two hundred years of cryo stasis. Silver card carriers were rare, as they were often from those who were of mixed backgrounds, so their genetic resilience was great.”

“Gold card carriers were the most rare, their genetic code being nearly pristine and needed if humanity was going to occupy this world again. Though genetics wasn’t the only criteria that determined someone’s status, but also their intelligence and who they were as a human being. Background checks were done on everyone. No detail about their lives too small to investigate,” Simon told him.

“Once we were certain of someone’s motives and who they were, is when the invitations were sent. Mr. Adler knew he couldn’t save everyone, but he was determined to save who he could. He built multiple facilities like this one across the globe, which we call Cryo Vaults, intent on keeping the human gene pool as diverse as possible. The location of each facility was a closely guarded secret, as he was certain that Darius would try to sabotage his efforts.”

“High end security measures and procedures were implemented in order to weed out spies and saboteurs. Several had been reported, detained and subsequently eliminated. No witnesses would report back to Darius or his cronies, as the cryo tech that we had developed was highly sought after by him. Mr. Adler was determined to keep it out of his hands at all costs,” Simon growled as he was recalling something.

“Thankfully, we were able to keep the technology out of his hands, but we were still gathering more people to populate the other facilities when the bombs fell. On June sixth, twenty twenty-three, the bombs were dropped, and chemical warheads launched. In a single day, everything that humanity had built, and the billions of people who were still living topside, were eradicated.”

“Though we hadn’t found every candidate to come to our facilities, we did bring in over ninety percent of everyone we identified. We went to great lengths to not only preserve all of humankind but also the knowledge we had gleaned over our history. Before the Nuke Day, agents were sent all across the world to document the world as it was.”

“Every snippet of history, every advancement, every tradition, every language, nothing was overlooked. Mr. Adler believed, as we did, that if humanity was going through a reset, we were going to save every piece of it that we could. Below the main cryo pod chamber is where the Archive of Humanity is located. Each facility was equipped with one, so that if one was to succumb to the long wait of time, others would still hold our knowledge,” Simon explained.

“Now that you are awake after all of this time, everyone who has survived is now tasked with rebuilding humanity. There will be a lot to do and much that needs to be rebuilt, but with all the knowledge we have amassed, it should be much easier than the first time around.”

“Our greatest hope is that you will use this chance to bring humanity to a brighter and greater future, where you will hopefully avoid the mistakes of the past. Build a better world than the one we left behind. I pray you succeed,” Simon finished.

The recording didn’t end there, as Simon detailed the various facilities that were included in the Cryo Vault. Ben sat back in the chair as the recording droned on, shell-shocked, as he had a lot to process! Everything he knew, the world he had left behind, was completely gone?!? That meant everyone he ever knew was also gone! That meant…

“Samara…” Ben cried out as he grieved. He wept for the woman he loved, lost to nuclear fire, as he was certain that she would have moved on with her life. Ben cried and howled in anguish, wishing he could go back and ask her to join him in the experiment. He wept until he could weep no more, yelled until his throat was raw from screaming and collapsed to the floor, angry and resentful of his actions.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, a minute, an hour, a day, but it didn’t matter. Samara was gone and even though he was heartsick at her death, he knew the die was cast and there was nothing more to be done. He stood up from where he fell, wobbling slightly but eventually standing firm.

Taking a deep breath to clear his head, Ben got to work, taking full stock of the situation. Only one thing mattered to him now; survival. He double checked the monitoring program, making damn sure he was the only one there. When the program informed him that there were no other living cryo pod occupants, he went digging. Specifically, to find the files he’d need to read up on shutting it down and shunt the power for the pods back to the facility.

It took a bit of searching before küçükçekmece escort he found the relevant files, and the procedure was rather simple. He double checked each step before he executed it and maybe an hour later, he rerouted the power and the rest of the facility brightened substantially. With the power issue solved, Ben then left the command center to survey his surroundings.

Though the place had held up fairly well against time and its slow ravages, Ben knew that this place was slowly falling apart. He would have made the needed repairs to fix it up, but he lacked both the materials and workforce to make any significant progress. Sighing, the only option that he had left was to leave, but before he did that, he needed to know what he was working with.

He needed food, clothing, survival gear and, most importantly, weapons. Though the world had changed, he assumed he would need them, as he didn’t know what dangers lurked outside of the cryo facility. Ben started by heading into the storage area and looked around for unopened containers. There weren’t many, but he grabbed all that he could before heading over to where the sleeping quarters for the techs were located.

He carried the boxes over, knowing that he’d have to go through all of them to find anything of use. The sleeping quarters were a serious mess, with decaying clothes and garbage scattered everywhere. Though the task was considerable, Ben got the place cleaned up in no time at all, cleaning each room. He’d even found an old but serviceable broom and gave the place a good sweep before sitting down to go through everything.

He opened his first, knowing what lay in there. It wasn’t much, but the items reminded him of better times, happier times, before all of this. He set them aside reverently before he went to the next box. Ben tried prying it open, but found the box wouldn’t give, not even a single millimeter. He grumped for a moment before he realized that he’d need to collect the appropriate pins before they would about.

Chastising himself for having such a massive brain fart, Ben got up and went back out to the cryo pods. He went about looking for any of those chips that would open those boxes and managed to find a few. He tentatively approached the pods that still had occupants in them, a bit mortified he was disturbing the dead. Ben knew he was going to have to get past this hang up if he was going to survive.

Blowing out a heavy sigh, Ben walked to each one and searched them for their keys. He found them tucked in the same place that his was tucked into, so they were easy to locate. Once he’d gone through each of the corpses of those who were left behind, he headed back to the sleeping quarters. He thought about what might be in the boxes, when his train of thought was interrupted by his growling stomach.

He chuckled to himself as he dropped his newly gained keys on the bed he’d selected and wandered back out into the facility to find something to eat. Ben remembered that there was some sort of hydroponics facility that Simon had described in the video and went looking for it. He found it as he wandered down a hall off the primary facility, but was appalled at what he saw.

The hydroponics zone, which was supposed to be growing food for the techs and cryo pod survivors, had been stripped down of everything. Anything that had been edible had obviously been taken, with only some small morsels left here and there. The rest of what remained was only dead plants and slime, none of which were edible. Ben huffed and looked around anyway, hoping that he’d find at least something.

He dug around hydroponics and was coming up empty. Most of what was left in there were bags of fertilizer, some water reservoirs, and a few tools and seeds. Though there was the capacity to grow food, Ben wasn’t sure that he could wait that long. Before he left, he noticed a large pileup of garbage that he didn’t pay any attention to initially.

Curious, he dug around it a little, thinking it was rather odd that the pile would be in the middle of the area and not pushed along the walls. He cleared the initial layer of detritus and found that beneath all the trash were ration packs! The silvery bags were coated thickly with dust, but Ben wasn’t complaining!

He looked over the packs and they looked to be intact; the packaging looking like something from his era. The food inside would undoubtedly be old, but he hoped it was still eatable. He picked up a small energy bar. The silver packaging was tarnished but undamaged. Ben opened it and took a small whiff. The scent was a bit stale, but he could detect no trace of rot, so he took a small nibble.

It tasted like it had been left a bit long in the air, but he would not complain at this point, so he ate the whole thing. He rummaged around the pile of rations and found that the food was all in bar-like shapes. Ben supposed that made sense, as it would help extend its shelf life. He gathered as much as he could in his arms before heading back to the sleeping quarters.

He had to make several trips while munching on a couple of breakfast bars along the way. Once he got to the bottom of the pile, Ben saw a book lying on the ground, almost like it was placed there. Wondering what the book contained, Ben scooped it up with the rest of the ration bars and headed back to the sleeping area.

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Alright,

so I’m supposed to be writing a space opera…

But I got distracted by a conversation with a fellow author on twitter and this is the result of my distractions. Let me know if this is something you wish to see continued, or I’ll just throw random chapters at it here and there. Speaking of chapters, I’ll probably be revisiting Kevin’s Kitty Rescue and Beauty and the Beast in the near future. I’m pretty much sold on I’m Home being retired, I can’t see myself continuing that story without some inspiration turning up, and it’s just not happening. Part of learning to write, is learning to only hit publish on stories you can actually finish and I’m Home is just so far out of sight I have no idea what to do with it. Sorry about that…

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Enjoy!

Chapter One

This was bad. Very, very bad. In a long list of things that could have gone wrong, this was probably one of the worst. But nine-year-old Akira couldn’t help but grin at the look on her Papa’s face. He was a firm man on television. But in real life, he was a doting father. Reaching for the bowl of popcorn, Akira took yet another mouthful, ignoring her mother’s sigh.

“Akira, it’s getting late.”

The small girl pouted, “But mama! Papa’s still playing!”

The older woman sighed, “Father’s daughter.”

Akira giggled, before turning back to the television. Papa had gotten the turret repaired and the driver reversed back around the corner of the old house. As they pulled out of view, the enemy advanced. A British Cromwell rolled over the hill ahead. Papa saw it coming and started bringing the turret around. The Cromwell had seen them as well and was trying to get over the peak of the hill. Making a final adjustment, Papa checked the sight, right as the Cromwell lumbered to a stop.

BANG!

The old T-34, affectionately known as ‘Henry’ barked. The tank rocked back on it’s suspension as the seventy-six millimeter cannon, spat it’s payload at the Cromwell. The shell carried a trail of smoke part way as it arced across the battlefield. The round slammed into the Cromwell, sending out a shower of sparks.

“It’s a direct hit!” The commentator yelled. “Ol Bruce is in trouble. That was a direct strike on the gunner. He’s been disabled for thirty seconds!”

Akira cheered, knocking over her bowl of popcorn. Her mother sighed, grabbing the rest of the bowl. “Really daughter? This is not how a lady should behave!”

“Sorry Mama,” Akira pouted cutely until her mother turned away.

She watched as Papa’s team member reloaded the cannon with a second shot. As he did so, Papa readjusted his aim. Akira was already getting good. The camera changed to the aiming reticle, to see exactly where her Papa was aiming.

“Right side, lower ammo rack,” Akira guessed.

BANG!

The second round went off with a cloud of smoke, slamming into the Cromwell. This time, as the shower of sparks went off, a second lit up, blowing red and green sparks high into the sky.

“HE’S DONE IT!” The commentator cried.

Akira jumped up and did a quick dance. Her mother watched on with a small scowl. Her mother really did love her father. But she didn’t approve of their daughter taking after his hobbies. In the age of advancement, someone came up with a great idea. Convert old World War Two era tanks, into a sport. The aim was simple. They were fitted with sensors to determine impacts, with account of both direction and penetration. This was calculated by a computer installed in the free space where the old gas engine used to be. The tanks were all converted to electric and ran on batteries. With all the free space inside, they could have things like air-conditioning and proper food storage for longer games and proper seats with safety-harnesses. Sometimes they did marathons, where dozens or even hundreds of tanks would do battle and the comforts made it easier.

This is where Akira’s father had gotten into the sport. He was a historian at the local university. As such, he had contacts and found himself an old blown out shell of a 1942 T-34. With his friend and now tank driver, they towed the shell back to the university. With the help of the engineering department, they did a special course on mechanical components for the students. Twelve months later, Akira’s Papa entered his first competition. Akira’s mother was unsure about the sport at first, fearing injuries or death. But the rounds they fired were mostly a rubber block with a graphite tip. The rounds were lighter than real shells, but the charge was modified to ensure they fired at the same approximate speed of the regular shells. The benefit being, perfect safety for the crew inside the tank, and a bright flash of sparks if a shell hit.

On impact, the computer’s sensors would determine if the round had enough mass and velocity at the angle of impact to pierce the armour. It would quickly calculate the damage it would do to the internals of the tank and izmir escort determine if components would have been damaged or entirely destroyed. To make things more interesting, each crewmember wore special suits that would cause their joints to lock up if they were ‘hit.’ Altogether, Akira’s mother was placated she wasn’t about to lose her husband and she watched with no small level of discomfort as their tank was peppered with dozens of shells in their abysmal first attempt.

Ten years later, Akira was her Papa’s number one fan, as they pushed through the finals. With the Cromwell down, it was one less threat. But Papa’s team members weren’t in position. Their digital map showed the two team members that followed him into that section of the town were both down. To make matters worse, he was surrounded on both sides.

“Come on Papa,” Akira chanted.

Her Papa seemed to have the same awful realisation that everyone else knew. He was in trouble. Giving a few quick orders, the T-34 lurched forward, pressing onward alone. Akira bit her lip, knowing that any advance was fraught with danger. There was simply no way to know what was around the nearest corner, unless an enemy had been tagged by a friendly. Of course, Akira could see from the television that if he continued to follow that road, he was going to come face to face with an M5A1. The lighter M5A1 was moving at top speed, closing in on where it had seen the Cromwell take a hit. But it wasn’t expecting to round the bend, face to face with a T-34. The M5A1 slammed the breaks, skidding sideways as it desperately tried to keep the turret pointed at the T-34. Papa grinned as he fired the main gun.

BANG!

The shell sparked as it slammed into the broadside of the enemy tank. The shower of sparks was a good indicator for the solid hit. Akira could see that the shell had taken out the driver and co-driver, while severely damaging the transmission. Or, at least that’s what the computer calculated. Reality, the driver and co-driver were both locked and unable to move for thirty seconds. The transmission needed a reset switch to be hit manually by one of the drivers, to initiate a ‘repair’ that would take a further thirty seconds. Until then, the tank was stuck stationery and sideways in the middle of the road.

BANG!

The M5A1 fired it’s main gun at the T-34. Akira gasped in horror as the round hurtled towards her Papa’s tank. But she cheered as it deflected off the sharp angled armour of the Russian tank. It was a good thing about the low weight of those rubber rounds. They lost momentum shortly after exceeding their maximum recommended range and started to tumble. It was a design feature to prevent accidents. A tumbling round would quickly fall and hit the ground, without travelling well out of the battleground and possibly through someone’s window at home. But Papa didn’t flinch. He lined up the second shot with the ammo racks conveniently exposed on the sides. As the loader pushed in a second shell…

BANG!

Akira cheered as the second set of green and red sparks went up. The pyrotechnics were used to ensure that when a tank had been ‘destroyed’ it was clearly seen. Secondarily to that, it now appeared on the electronic map in front of the tank commander. In this case, with a T-34, the commander WAS the gunner, and not a third position, like some larger tanks.

The television shut off at that point, making Akira jump up. Whirling around, there was her mother, holding the remote.

“Mama!”

“Enough,” She sighed. “It’s time for bed, go brush your teeth.”

Akira pouted, “Please Mama?”

But it was useless and she was sent to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth, Akira imagined herself behind the controls of a T-34 Turret. She imagined herself in place of her Papa, lining up the killshot on a Panzer III. Rinsing her mouth, Akira got into her pyjamas and gave her mother a kiss goodnight, after being told in no uncertain terms she could see her father in the morning. So with a pout, Akira crawled into her bed, tucking her favourite teddy beside her.

***

The funeral was a week later. Kim Yu, aka, Akira’s Papa, upon winning the finals, suffered a sudden heart attack. There was little anyone could do. It seemed he had a genetic defect that had gone unknown and untreated until it presented itself during the competition. Akira’s mother forbade her from watching the recording of what had happened.

As the most famous family in their small town, the local council gave special permission to lead the hearse through town with a tank escort. When they put out the call for tank crews to attend, they expected two or three to respond. Akira was too sad to admire the eighty strong tank parade, led by a wreath covered T-34. Her eyes were on the hearse. Her Papa’s friend, the driver came and said a few words she never properly heard. The rest of their team invited Akira and her mother to a celebration, but neither of them wanted to kahramanmaraş escort go. And at the end of the day, the T-34, still with its wreaths, was reversed into Akira’s Papa’s work shed, and the doors were closed, signalling the end of something wonderful.

***

Ten Years Later

“What do you mean you quit?!” Ceejay yelled into her phone, earning several reproachful looks from the other hopeful competitors. “We don’t even have a tank!”

“I told you not to get your hopes up,” Bellinda sighed, before giving a few of the creepier looking guys glares.

“You suck!” Ceejay snapped, hanging up and stuffing her phone in her pocket. “Apparently the tank she offered wasn’t even her tank. When she went to ask her brother for it today, he laughed at her.”

“All that training,” Mel groaned.

“Ah!” Ceejay stamped her foot. “Not only do we need a new tank, but we’d need a new gunner as well!”

“And a commander,” Mel nodded along. “Unless it’s a smaller tank.”

“A Stuart might work,” Bellinda said softly. “It only takes four, but I’m not the best shot.”

Ceejay patted the large woman on the shoulder. “It’s alright girlfriend-“

“No,” Bellinda shook her head. “It’s not okay. Those guys always laugh at us when we want to join a team… This was our break.”

The three ladies took a moment to hug it out. There were a few snide comments from the male teams around them. But they ignored them as they quietly left the sign-in area.

“What do we do now?” Ceejay grumbled, kicking a small rock.

“I don’t know about you, but I could blow off some steam,” Bellina said. “I’m going to the arcade, then I’m gonna get a beer.”

The three ladies exchanged glances for a moment, “Deal!”

***

Akira lined up the shot. Aiming straight for the flat plate on the front of the Panzer III. It was a little narrow to target at over one-kilometer, but she had confidence in herself. The only issue she had was the damned autoloader. These simulations were designed for beginners. Without a gunner, the game just ran on a pre-programmed timer to activate the cannon. But, after the twelve second timer ran over, she got the green light.

BANG

The Panzer didn’t know what hit it. The shell slammed into the center of the flat plate, punching through and detonating inside the enemy tank. The simulation showed the tank exploding from the inside, so violently the turret flew off.

“Got him!” Thomas cheered.

“Don’t cheer yet,” Akira grinned despite herself. “See that green house halfway up the hill on the right. Go park behind it facing to the left.”

Akira activated the binoculars and checked out the immediate area. There was nothing out there as far as she could see. But that meant little. Going by the scores on each team, she was the last alive on her side. But there were two enemies remaining and she had no idea where they were. With her bff driving, Akira was happy he followed instructions, even if he wasn’t the best driver. He was still better than the AI they had installed. The main issue they had was the loader. Sure, it made it easy to supplement a lack of crew, but it took so damned long. Twelve seconds per shot, where a trained loader could cut that down to three or four seconds in a pinch. Because of the advantages, those with full crews usually did better on the simulations. Akira’s accurate and quick firing was the only reason they’d made it this far. She remembered all her lessons from her Papa. Priorities were; Kill shot, gunner, reloader, driver, co-driver in that order. But the situation changed on a dime. Sometimes a good broadside into the engine compartment was enough to stop a moving tank. But not enough to kill it outright. But not taking the shot, would let the tank escape.

Akira shook her head, getting herself back into the game. “Thomas, nose out around the corner, make sure it’s far enough I can shoot. Then reverse back in.”

Thomas nodded, before inching the tank out around the corner. This is where his skill level was out. He was good enough to drive, but not with the fine controls. It would have been better to quickly dart out, stop and reverse back in. But he’d be too jerky, and knew it. So that left them inching around the corner.

CRASH!

“That’s the right track!” Thomas yelled.

Akira took a glance at the damage indicator. Sure enough, the right track was destroyed. It’d take time to repair it. “Thomas, left stick forward, swing us around the corner and get me on target!”

Thomas nodded quickly and complied. The tank lurched around with it’s one good track, bringing the turret into view. Spotting a Japanese Ho-Ni I Akira’s blood went cold. Being stuck in front of a tank killer was always a bad idea. Taking aim, she lined up the first shot with the gunner. If she could take them out, the Ho-Ni I would be forced to back off. Taking a deep breath…

BANG!

***

Bellinda led the way into the arcade. manavgat escort It was a popular hangout for the younger members of the tank core. There were simulators to help newbie crews hone their skills. This is where she and the others had decided against trying to play with the boys, and instead formed their own crew. Then Stephanie had bailed on signup day. Bellinda shook her head.They were better than half the guys in this place. All they needed was a decent gunner, commander and a tank.

“What’s that crowd watching?” Mel asked.

Bellinda glanced up, seeing the crowd around one of the simulators. It was just two people, and by the looks of things, they were doing pretty well. Only two in a crew and in the final four.

“Come on, let’s watch for a bit,” Bellinda said.

The others nodded and they moved as one to watch. Now, you’d think that Bellinda’s six-foot four-inch frame would have been enough to get people out of the way. But you’d be wrong.

“Excuse me!” Ceejay sung, firmly shoving people aside for her larger companion to make her way through. Mel just hung behind and slipped through at the rear. She was smart enough not to get in the way.

Once up close, they ignored the grumbles and complaints as they got a look at the pair in the simulator. The driver was a young man, blonde and… Clearly he wasn’t particularly good. A decent driver could get a crew out of trouble, so it was important to have a good one. Even if Ceejay was a little nuts, she’d scraped them through the simulators without too much trouble. She also had a good feel for how hard to push things, to keep the turret steady when they needed to fire on the move.

Speaking of, Bellinda let out a loud cheer as the gunner took out the Panzer as it came over the hill. She looked small, like a child, but there was an edge to her voice, that made her sound like a woman. Bellinda couldn’t help but take an immediate interest in the smaller woman. She watched as the driver made his way over to a house and moved into a cat and mouse position. She knew immediately what the play was. Dart out, take a shot and reverse back into cover. It was a decent strategy, especially when on the defensive. Unfortunately, the driver was moving too slowly and Bellinda grit her teeth at the sound of the first hit. As the track fell, she watched as the young woman started calling orders. With the damage, they should have been dead in the water, but with the one working track, they forced the crippled tank around for a firing solution.

“No way,” Ceejay gasped.

Bellinda just stared as the small woman took the shot, only to groan as the round bounced off the turret of the tank killer.

***

“Come on! Come ON!” Akira snapped, waiting for the reload to finish.

What she wasn’t expecting was the sudden appearance of a dark skinned amazon to jump into the loader’s seat. In a flash, the large woman grabbed one of the simulated shells out of the floor storage and slid it into the breach. Slapped the level closed, what should have been a twelve second wait, was only six.

“Akira?” Thomas called.

She glanced down at her driver as her heart beat a million miles and hour.

“Hey, you’re loaded,” the dark skinned beauty said in a voice that made Akira shiver.

But she still had a job to do. Blinking away her emotions, she took a deep breath and aimed for the lower ammo rack on the Ho-Ni I.

BANG!

The second round punched straight through, hitting the rack and detonating the tank in a single shot.

“Good shot, girly!” The amazon called, slapping Akira’s shoulder.

Akira grimaced at the contact. Not that it was too hard for her liking, but because she honestly had no description for how she felt at this moment.

“Excuse me,” a firm but sweet voice called.

Akira glanced down to see a curvy- red-headed woman with huge tits gesturing for Thomas to vacate his seat. Beside him, a skinny blonde woman had already occupied the co-drivers position and was in the process of speeding up the repairs on the tracks.

“You got this,” the dark skinned amazon said with a smile.

Akira looked at her. She was tall, far taller than the others. Well built in ways that seemed to oddly intrigue her. The woman’s hair was dark, but seemed to have different colours dyed in different layers, so they shone through as her hair swayed from side to side.

“LET’S GO!” The red-head called.

Akira gripped her seat as the Tank lurched into action. This was nothing like having Thomas as driver. Thomas was shy and cautious. This woman was… Crazy… Akira flipped back to the binoculars, trying desperately to find the last enemy tank. The red-head headed straight to the enemy starting location. It was the most likely place for them to be holding out. Akira couldn’t help the grin on her face as the tank crested the very hill with a burning Panzer at the top. Flying down the other side was amazing.

“This things quick, what is it?” The driver called.

“Russian 1942 T-34, just like my Papa’s,” Akira called, before spotting what she was looking for. “Hard right, just behind the treeline is an M4, don’t let him get a broadside on us!” Akira snapped.

The driver slammed the right stick back, yanking the tank around to face the direction indicated. Just as a shell flew past on their left, whistling as it went.

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Charles was far from happy with the situation. Should he just take off and start a new life, outside the area, where no one could catch him? He quickly realised that was not on the cards, as this was the only life he had right now. After all, what else would he do? Charles was pleased he had kept his nerve and stayed. For on her return Sandra announced they were going on holiday.

“Just the two of us, we can stay on our yacht in the South of France.”

“I haven’t got a passport!” insisted Charles with a start.

“I knew,” laughed Sandra, “that you would think of yourself first. I like you, Charlie, we are so alike. Don’t worry I’ll have my lawyers take care of everything. But while you are there you might have to do a little job for me. You see, I’ve got these girl-friends who need sexual servicing, whilst they relax in the sun.”

Charles had never been abroad. The number of times he had ever visited the nearby cities of Leicester and Peterborough he could count on both hands. Of course he was not going for nothing, and Sandra would extract a price from him, but the thought of having to service her rich friends did not seem so bad.

The heat hit Charles as he stepped from the plane and looked around the little airport. Sandra had chartered a private Lear jet to bring them all down to the South of France, and it looked like being one long party.

Sandra had told him that he was to provide some fun for her two new friends. They were from London and used to the good life, which was where they had met. As the only thing they seemed to have in common, was a love of expensive clothes and young men as sex slaves. Which was where Charles came in.

“Is this him?” asked a middle-aged woman walking up to them as they walked from the plane. Her name was Margaret, the wife of a leading city of London Councillor, and someone used to getting just what she wanted.

“Yes, what you think? Reckon you can get any fun out of him, over the next few days Margaret?” Sandra smiled behind her designer sunglasses and offered the other woman the goods.

“I’ll say. What have you been feeding him on Sandra, raw meat? Just look at those muscles. Has he got a big cock?” she inquired.

“Get him in the Limo and find out.” Sandra walked to the car and opened the door.

“You can have him after me,” said the other woman. She was called Betty and was the wife of a millionaire, Sandra was in partnership within London. What they did for a living, did not stand up to close scrutiny, but Betty was hell-bent on spending the money.

Together they all sat in the back of the big stretch Lincoln continental. Sandra went through the formalities of introducing her two friends, but Charles thought they were clearly to disguise their true identities. The Two women sat either side of the boy whilst Sandra sat opposite.

Straight away they took turns feeling his crotch to get his cock hard, and Charles obliged by taking turns to kiss the women with deep-throated mouthfuls of passion.

He felt nothing for the event and even wanted to getaway. But Sandra had ordered him here, and this was a small price to pay for a foreign trip. The champagne flowed, and Charles even poured some down one cleavage to lick it out. They loved that.

He took his time feeling his hands up their skirts and rubbing his fingers against their pussies. Finally, Betty; the oldest of the friends pulled down her knickers and reached for his cock. It was fully erect now, so with one bound, she was astride him, sliding down his shaft with a grunt of pleasure. Here she rode up and down as the car drove slowly on. Through the parched hot landscape and down to the dreamy coastal resort, where, glistening in the sunlight, lay the yacht.

Up till now, Sandra had been content to simply watch, as if she was part of the crew, like the driver sitting passively in the front. As the other two women showed they were really getting into the action, she too pulled up her short skirt to masturbate herself before them.

They made Charles lay on the back seat to make the most of the ample room in the Limo. Whilst one rode his cock astride him, the other sat her wet pussy down on his face. So Charles obliged her by pushing his tongue up as far as it would go, into the soft wet sex.

When the car arrived at the other end, the boy was almost exhausted, but the women were satisfied for now. Sandra was pleased with him. He had done exactly what she had asked of him, and the holiday looked like it was going well.

“Your friends are wearing me out,” said Charles as he drank a glass of champagne that night on the yacht.

“Remember you are here to do a job of work. So let them ride you until they come round to my way of thinking.” Sandra held out her glass for more champagne, gümüşhane escort a mysterious smile crossing her face.

“What exactly is that?” asked Charles, looking out to sea.

“Revenge Charlie, what else is it about.”

“What possible revenge could you want to take out on them?”

“They cost me and my family dearly. So now I want to take some money from them, just to even the score.”

“Haven’t you got enough now?”

“There’s never enough.”

“But why try and get it?”

“Because it’s gettable.”

“I don’t understand you. Plenty of money and plenty of sex, what else is there to achieve?”

“Where I came from it would never be enough. Maybe I can’t go back there, I’ve changed so much. Perhaps its too late.” Sandra let her mind drift off, and for the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. Something Charles had never seen in her before.

“So where did you live this wicked past, you won’t talk about?” He sat down beside her to look deep into her eyes.

“I can’t tell you it all. Maybe some of it. Terry; my husband, talks about that part often enough.”

“I know you both made your money in London, with property. So what’s so dark and mysterious about that?”

“Oh, we aren’t mixed up with the Mafia or anything like that. But there are people we don’t want to meet.”

“So where do you really come from?” asked Charles.

“From the same village as you, originally.”

“No! But no one has ever heard of you, how can that be?”

“Luckily nobody recognises me, Charlie,” she laughed.

“But even the old people, don’t know you. There’s something strange there.”

“Oh, it’s stranger than that. Maybe I’ll tell you. Or maybe you’ll find out for yourself. After all, it’s about time you grew up.”

“I like to think of myself as fairly grown up now,” replied the boy.

“Dream on. Just being able to stick that big weapon inside a woman, doesn’t make you a man. You know nothing of the real world. Take this boat. You’re like a little boy lost.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Take a leap of faith, and help me get some money out of these old bags.” Sandra looked sternly at him now.

“You aren’t joking are you?”

“No. Do you want to be a man or not?!

“But how exactly do you intend getting this money? Legal or not?”

“I’ll say it again. Do you want to be a man or not?”

“Of course I do! But what about getting caught?”

“That’s the fun part. Being scared,” laughed Sandra pouring another glass of champagne.

“Ok, so what do we have to do?”

“Simple. They have lots of money, and we have to convince them to part with it.

Sandra now pulled Charles onto the sofa. It was to the stern of the boat and surrounded by a huge picture window. So set against the backdrop of the Mediterranean Ocean, they had sex.

She unzipped his new designer jeans and peeled them down his legs. Then, pulling down his boxer shorts, she took his cock in her mouth and began to get it hard.

“What if they don’t like it?” Charles tried to put this worry to the back of his mind, as his cock became fuller and the woman sucked longer and harder on it.

Sandra let the fleshy organ fall from her mouth. “They won’t know, and if you can keep your mouth shut, they’ll never know. We are going to invest it for them, and believe you me, this will return a massive profit.” with that, she went back to sucking him off.

“What if something goes wrong, and we get in trouble? This won’t look good in court?” But his own words drifted away as Charles went into ecstasy and shot into her mouth. Long and hot with her tongue going round and round.

“Salty but ok,” said Sandra as she fell back and found her champagne glass.

That night Charles could not sleep. He gazed out to sea and wondered where he was going. How could he help steal money from those two innocent women? What if he got caught? Somehow he could not see Sandra standing up for him if he faced a prison sentence. What was he to do?

Charles was a long way from home, and clearly out of his depth. From now on things would get dangerous. It was alright shagging these women, but they would show him the same casual loyalty they enjoyed during sex, and once he let it drop out, they no longer needed him.

The boy realised he had to look out for himself. Maybe he could get some of this wealth for himself? But how?

On this big boat, he was surrounded by wealth. There were thousands of pounds worth, just lying on the tables, but just stealing things and running like hell, was not the answer. Sandra would find him too easily, and the punishment would be very harsh. No, he had to be more clever than that. Somehow he had to provide himself hatay escort with an escape route. Another identity, that could help hide him whilst on the run.

There had to be no loopholes, as any trace would give him away. The only saving grace, to his mind, was that he might be able to escape in the chaos. The reason why Charles thought that way, was that he had a terrible sense of foreboding.

What the Drapers were doing, was wrong. There was something not true in the way they lived their lives, and the terrible truth was about to come out. The village seemed a long way away right now, but the truth could visit even here. Back in England, they could be seen for what they really were, and that flash was about to explode in the pan.

What worried Charles was, could he jump first?

The holiday was judged a great success, and Sandra was delighted with the way Charles had engaged her two friends with sexual attention.

“I’m sore between the legs,” announced Margaret as the others laughed with her on the way to the airport. “God I’m going to have the devils own game explaining this to my husband.”

They flew back to a cloudy England, and Sandra offered to round the holiday off with a visit to a restaurant she had a share in.

“I don’t know Sandra, high-class restaurants; pleasure cruisers, and mansions in the country, how do you do it all?” Betty asked the question almost in passing, as they watched Charles carry their purchases from Harvey Nichols, amidst a mad dash of credit cards and laughter.

“You have to have the money-making machines as we do?” Sandra pretended not to be interested in the question and busied herself with ordering Charles about.

“I wish you would let a little of that secret come our way,” said Margaret, the envy showing in her voice.

“If you are serious about making a little money, Terry and I could always help you out.” Sandra sounded very friendly now, as she knew she had the women hooked.

“Oh, could you Sandra!” They were both almost jumping out of their shoes with excitement now. The greed showing in their eyes, as they clutched at the chance of sharing in the good life.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll send a car round to show you our broker’s offices. We can draw up a plan of investment, that might make you a little spending money.” A wicked girlish smile crossed her face now. One which the other women joined in, to show they understood they were being let into this magical world of wealth. “I’ll send Charlie round to escort you.”

Charles and Sandra exchanged glances at the two women almost danced with glee. This was clearly the moment. Here was the parting of the waves and once through this, there could be no turning back. Charles loaded the bags into the car.

“After that, we can have some lunch,” said Charles helpfully.

Sandra looked and him and smiled her more normal, sinister smile. The one which said: “join me on the dark side.”

He had clearly cast his lot in with the scheme to take the money from the two women. From now on, he would be taking part in a crime.

Fortunately, Charles was not called on to drive the women through London. The busy crowded streets were a mystery to him, as he hated the big city and its dirt. Now he realised the dirt was going deeper than just his skin.

The meeting was arranged for the near future, and Charles came back to Ampstwell after a day of having his hand up their skirts.

“Why not go now, and make a start?” asked Charles that evening.

“No,” replied Sandra. “I have my reasons, but no, we can’t go just like that. It is complicated, but bear with me Charlie. You see these two women are special, and we have to trick them in our own way.”

“Why? What’s so special about them, that you have to have revenge?”

“It’s to do with the past Charlie. You see they are mixed up with some special people, and they are the ones I want to get at.”

“Revenge is no good Sandra. You will just become bitter and twisted. Let it go and try to look at things a bit more reflectively. What I’m trying to say is, just put it down to life.”

“I can’t do that Charlie. The damage they did was too great.”

“Then tell me about it. Maybe I can help?”

“If I was to tell you the truth, you might not believe me.” She smiled at him, in the way that she had. To say, there was a sense of devilment there.

“Try me.”

“Well, do you know anything about the history of this village?”

“I know it’s very old.”

“So old, in those days it used to be called Amptswyll. You see I had relatives living here, years ago.”

“Then what was your family name? Nobody in the village knows you now.”

“Soams. You can find a plaque to us in the village ısparta escort church if you look.”

“Yes I’ve seen it,” replied Charles with a puzzled look. “But the Soams family haven’t lived here for years. Were your ancestors living in the village during the English Civil War?”

“Yes, definitely! We suffered terribly at the hands of that devil Cromwell.” Anger showed on the woman’s face now.

“You talk as if you knew them? The people in the civil War?”

“Would it shock you, if I said I did?” Sandra looked at the boy now, a very serious glare in her eye, which spoke of a darker secret, about to be revealed.

“Is this more of this mystical magical stuff? Because if it is, I don’t want to know. You are as bad as my parents. They’re full of that rubbish.” Charles turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” Sandra rose up and held his shoulders.

“Because I don’t believe in these supernatural things. It’s just children’s tales.”

“They aren’t tales Charlie. They are real, as real as you and I, lying in this bed now. Look at me, Charles.” She turned him around and they faced one another.

“Then how can you say you knew people, that have been dead for centuries? How is that possible Sandra?”

“I am from that time.” The words hung in the air between them.

“You realise what you are saying? What you expect me to believe?”

“Do you not believe it?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“How do you come to be here then? Space ship, time machine, all that rubbish?”

“Nothing as silly as that. We used Magic.”

“This is not happening to me.” Charles held his head in his hands, as he rose from the bed. “I need a drink.”

“People in your time find it difficult to believe in anything. Why is it that you cannot take a leap of faith, and accept what I am telling you now?” Sandra watched him go downstairs to find the alcohol.

“Maybe I’ve been brought up on too much TV. Science fiction and all that nonsense.” Charles waved the whisky bottle at the television screen as Sandra joined him. They both stood there naked, holding their drinks and waiting for the conversation to take shape.

“Look, what if I was to give you a demonstration of my powers, would you believe me then?”

No, I don’t want to see any freaky stuff! This place has a bad enough reputation in the village. I don’t want to get drawn into all that. Just tell me one thing? What have these women got to do with all this?”

“They are connected with that time.” Sandra sipped her drink and walked around the room. Even in the moonlight shining through the windows, she was beautiful. Her bottom moving with a perfect pair shape.

“Go on.”

“It’s not them exactly. It’s more the people they are connected with. You see, I think they are connected to very powerful people. What’s more, they have something which belongs to me. A certain ring.”

“And these powerful people, are something to do with the Civil War? How?”

“This village was the scene of a massacre, back then. Cromwell’s Roundheads rode in and killed many people. My family amongst them.” Sandra drifted off for a moment, the memories clearly painful.

“So how are these powerful people connected with the village massacre? And what about this ring? I don’t understand?”

“The village was ransacked by a certain man named Clerkwell. I have evidence to assume he travelled through time, as I, to live in this time. He took the ring from my Mother, I’m sure of that. she placed it on her finger, knowing that he would steal it. That way we laid a trap for him, and I traced him through time by using magic. The ring finally rested on the hand of his wife: Betty. That’s why I want to get my own back on him. Through them.”

“What will you do, once you have taken all their money?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll worry about that when the time comes. The question is Charlie, are you with me or against me?”

Charles looked down at her breasts, with the moonlight shining off her white skin.

“I know it’s only sex between us Sandra, but I just can’t get you out of my mind. Of course I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good! Let’s go back to bed and I’ll tell you the story so far.”

“What I really want to know is, how you got here? And how you met your husband: Terry?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Sometimes I wonder how it all became so crazy. It’s all so long ago now, that even I wonder if it’s worth it at times. But Karl Marx once said: the past is everything. What I think he was trying to say was, that you can’t escape your past, for it’s always there to haunt you. Mine certainly hangs heavily on my shoulders now.”

“So how did you meet Terry? and that girl Gremalgin? How on earth did you ever get mixed up with her?”

“Charlie, it’s a long story, but I will see if I can explain their part in it all.”

With that, they went back to bed, and Sandra told him the full story. She told him the tale of a young girl escaping the war, and having to face life living in another time.

“Where shall I begin? I know, 1645.”

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Hannah stood behind Easy, pressing her breasts into her back. Her arms reached between her wings to hold Easy by the wrists, making sure they didn’t move from where she wanted them. Leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

“Steady girl. This takes practice and I intend for you to get it the way it’s meant to be done.”

“Yes, Hannah,” Easy replied in her own whisper.

Keeping one hand on Easy’s wrists, Hannah moved her other to the waist and applied gentle but firm pressure to make sure the hips were where they were supposed to be as well. A quiet whisper told Easy she was ready. A loud bang sounded on deck and the target at the bow of the ship suddenly had a small hole in it. Not the most accurate pistol shot in the world but it was a sight better than the first one she had taken. Hannah stepped away, allowing Easy to fire again without assistance. Still hitting the target but avoiding the circle painted on its centre. Six shots in her revolver fired. Only one grazed the edge of the rather large. red circle painted in the middle of the target board.

“That’s better than the last six,” Easy smiled.

“At least you only hit the deck once. We still have that gunk we used to patch holes in the wood, so if Liddy hadn’t watched you put a hole in her boat, she might not have noticed,” Mari informed as she sat on the bench with Liddy, who gave her an amused look.

Nearby, Emma took aim under the instruction of Inky, who kept her steady, much like Hannah had done for Easy. Unfortunately for her, though, each shot was thrown off by her flinching at the anticipation of the shot. Yet she refused to let it scare her away from continuing with the training.

Mari leant over to Liddy. “So how did the girls in the engine room fair? They locked themselves in, right? They know we have protection now?”

“They seem okay. Or rather any issues they have are from before taking this job. Their door was already locked. They appreciate the fact that their protection is female, but honestly, they don’t seem interested in socialising.”

“The ship is filling up quickly. They won’t be able to evade us for long. Plus, Inky there was talking to Hannah about needing to be able to recognise who was supposed to be on the ship.”

“Yes, she said as much to me. Everyone should. Now that we are in the air, maybe they will feel safe enough to come out and say hello.”

Standing up, Liddy winced as a stray shot from Emma sent bits of wood puffing up from where her bullet hit the deck. A mildly disapproving glance at Inky got a curt nod of understanding. Leaving her to it, Liddy went downstairs and knocked on the door to the engine room.

“Ladies. I know you value your privacy, but it would be best if the crew could meet you at least once.”

“Understood, Captain. Things in here need tending too at the moment, but we shall make introductions soon.”

“Of course. At your leisure.”

Liddy knew when she hired them that they needed a gentle touch. It’s not hard to imagine the hardships women face in professions that involve extended durations isolated with men.

Inside the engine room, Aleera and her apprentice Marnika let out a sigh of relief. The captain had every right to simply barge in, but refrained from doing so. The awkwardness of the captain seeing her engineer on her knees, sucking the cock attached to her female apprentice would be extreme. Letting it slide back in her mouth, Aleera gripped the rest of the shaft to gently massage it. Erect once again, she stood and straddled Marnika, who guided it inside her. Their breasts crushed against each other as Aleera worked her hips to feel the flesh of her lover sliding in and out of her. They kissed, letting their tongues play together.

Aleera tried not to think of all the men who had taken their liberties with her simply because she was the only woman on their ship. Never saying no of course, since that would have led to them forcing the issue. Finding a ship exclusively hiring women was a mercy long overdue. Meeting Marnika had been happenstance. She had been looking for work when Aleera finally was able to walk away from her last job. New and nervous she asked for an apprenticeship. She explained to her that any ship she was likely to work on would expect things from her. Marnika got quiet and quietly explained she couldn’t do those things. She didn’t have the parts. That she badly wanted to be with someone but was instantly rejected when she explained things to them. Aleera simply stated that she never wanted to be with a man again, and a woman with a penis was exactly right for her.

Now she felt it inside her, like she did every day since they had met. Marnika leant her backwards and slowly licked each of her nipples, gripping them tightly to keep her from falling off her lap. Aleera stroked the soft black hair of her lover as much to show affection as it was to keep herself stable. Suddenly picked up, she was quickly set down in the hammock they slept in. Marnika held her legs wide and thrust into her with more force than she could muster being on the bottom. Seeing Aleera’s breasts bounce each time she zonguldak escort penetrated her.

As she did so, she thought about how lucky she was to have found someone who wanted what she could offer. Her dark skin had caused about as much misery in her life as the parts she was born with. Yet here she was with a pale skinned woman, who was as delighted as she was to watch her dark black flesh pushing inside those soft pink lips. The sight of herself disappearing inside the white woman over and over soon brought her to her fifth climax of the day. Aleera leant in for a deep kiss, always wanting her mouth on her lover while seed flowed inside her. Finished, they parted lips and caught their breath.

“So are you ready to meet the crew?” Marnika asked.

“Yes. It’s about time, and we can’t hide here forever.”

“Are you not afraid of them?”

“I was, mostly at what could happen. But the captain has kept her word on only hiring women.”

“What about me?”

“As far as anyone else is concerned you are a woman. They won’t know any different unless you have sex with them.”

“I wouldn’t do that. We are together.”

“I know. But you know what they do? They are harlots. Sex is something casual for fun or paid work. They might try to seduce you. They sure don’t shy away from fucking each other about as often as we do.”

“Yes, but my skin. And the rest of me.”

“They don’t strike me as the judgemental types. Plus your biggest problems are the things that turn me on the most,” Aleera said, getting back on her knees to clean off her lover with her mouth.

“I know. Maybe we base too much of our relationship on sex. Is there anything else between us?”

Aleera was about to stop and respond when her mouth started to fill up with an erection. Working harder at it soon had it back to fullness. She turned around and got on all fours, putting her bum in the air. Marnika smiled and slid back inside her.

“I wouldn’t be jealous if you took some of them as lovers. More people to show you how amazing you are and not that something is supposedly wrong with you. They have Emberborn on board without collars, so I know they enjoy the uniqueness of some people.”

Marnika grabbed Aleera by the dirty blond locks of hair and yanked them tightly while thrusting inside her. Knowing how much it hurt Allera’s breasts to dangle below her and bounce, she eased up so that the impressive tits didn’t move as much. Her own were half the size, but still full enough. She let go of her hair and held her by the hips to help them slam against her. Unable to hold off any longer, she burst with another load inside Aleera, leaning forward to lay her belly and breasts on her lover’s back and reach under to grab her breasts.

“Maybe I will. They might enjoy the feeling of a cock inside them without the men they are normally attached to, as much as you do.”

“Either way, we should get dressed and present ourselves.”

“One more round. I may have one man part, but it doesn’t mean I can’t still keep cumming like a woman.”

“Oh I know it, you just keep going. Put me on my back. I want to look you in your eyes when you mount me.”

Rolling her over, Marnika slid her cock over the massive white breasts, covering them in their shared fluids until she was hard enough to press the tits together and fuck them like her pussy. The shaft was hefty enough that Aleera was able to lick the head each time it thrust up between them. Meeting the crew would have to wait until a bit later.

****

Back on deck, Liddy was greeted to the loud blast of a rifle being fired and the almost insane giggle coming from Easy as she held it. Inky was talking with Emma to the side, going over her reaction to the pistol. With a few hand gestures, Liddy directed everyone into the lounge. Seated or standing, everyone listened.

“Alright,” Liddy started. “I have eight bedrooms below decks and more women on this ship than I ever thought I’d have. Some of you are going to need to consider doubling up and some of you are going to be told to double up.”

“My girls have lived in barracks half the size of those rooms, so I can squeeze us all into them as tightly as we need,” Inky replied.

“Thank you. Anyone want to decide roommates for me?”

“In a shocking revelation, Easy loves my tits and wants to use them as pillows. She bunks with me all the time already.”

“Thanks, Mari, I assumed that would be the case. Hannah?”

“I can claim Ving.”

“I’d like that.”

“Very well. Emma, I want you to keep a room to yourself. Everyone here knows you need your own space. That’s three rooms. Inky, I can hazard a guess that you would be better off in your own room?”

“I’d appreciate that. I can cram four in one room and three in the other.”

“Good. That leaves two empty rooms that I can fill next time Hannah or Mari goes off the ship.”

“I’ve hit my quota already. Mari, you are so very far behind.”

“Oh please, Liddy. Don’t fire me. I promise I can still bring unexpectedly large numbers of sexy women fethiye escort back. Just give me a chance!”

Liddy winced, pinching the bridge of her nose as she smiled at Mari being ridiculous. “I’ve seen actual magic spells being cast that were less impressive than you two and your powers of finding sexy women. Now, the next item is security. Inky, do any of your girls actually want to see clients or no?”

“None of them are strictly against the idea, but probably a bit more picky about it than you would like.”

“Seriously? All of you are willing to spread your legs for money? Getting on your knees? Nobody has a problem with this aside from what I assume is your preference for clients you find attractive?”

“Well…” Foxy spoke up “I really want to have sex with other Emberborn, but none of them can really afford to be clients. Are we allowed to just go out on our own?”

“What you do during downtime off the ship is your call. Since you aren’t hired as a harlot, I lose nothing, and who’s gonna stop a soldier from having a fun time. I’m guessing you never got laid because you didn’t want word of what you are getting back to anyone else in the military.”

“That, and going out in a gas mask tends to cause as much of an issue as being a fox, so life has been rather limiting for me.”

“Well, you are free to go out anywhere, in whatever manner you wish. Same for the rest of you. Just be smart and safe. If any of you are lacking emberstones to keep yourself clean and ‘not pregnant’, I will gladly buy them for you. Those of you who might be interested in seeing clients, we need to work out a system to have you appear different from those on duty as guards versus those looking for clients.”

“New and sexy uniforms would be a good idea,” Emma chipped in. “Make them all sexy, but just make a rule that anyone holding a rifle is off the menu, while anyone else is fair game. If your ship has a symbol, I can sew it into the uniforms.”

“Thank you for volunteering. You get to be in charge. Sexy but functional. I’ve asked our girls in the engine room to make an appearance so you can all meet them, once they finish whatever it is they are doing.”

“Fucking,” Foxy blurted out, before suddenly realising she probably shouldn’t have said anything.

“Sooo… those ears. Good at listening in on things?” Hannah asked with a smile.

“Wow… yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m just used to being totally open when I’m not in my mask.”

“On my ship, we just assume people are fucking when they are alone together. It saves time.”

“So, when you were in Emma’s room ‘comforting’ her…” Mari suggested, earning a beet red blush from Emma.

“Yes, Mari. I was taking sexual advantage of the poor terrified girl who isn’t interested in women and trusts me to keep her safe because I’m just too horny to help myself.”

“Called it! So Foxy, what are they doing now?”

“I’m not sure I should say. They seem to value their privacy.”

“Mari. Pressure her for secrets when your boss isn’t standing before you telling you to never pressure her for secrets.”

“Bah! Then I will never know if one has a cock to titty fuck me with.”

Foxy sharply gasped. Not only because Mari was right, but the fact that both of the girls from the engine room walked in at that exact moment. The awkward silence hung in the air.

“That would be me.” Marnika raised her hand as she stated it flatly, adding a good two minutes to the awkward silence.

“I’ve got some moans of pleasure down in my room. I really think you should listen to them.” Mari explained as if trying to share her taste in music.

“Mari!” Liddy exclaimed.

“Sorry, fine. We can do it here for everyone to watch,” Mari joked.

Marnika didn’t get it, and had her pants unfastened before Liddy could scold Mari again. She pulled out her thick black cock for everyone to see. Aleera was stunned along with everyone else, except Mari, who slid off her chair and crawled over to take the long shaft in her mouth.

Liddy was too surprised to reprimand her, and more than a little turned on that she just stood and watched like everyone else.

Well, not everyone, since Ving was being roughly pushed to the floor by Hannah, who wanted her face between her legs.

Mari struggled to get it down her throat, but kept pressing hard after every break to breath and soon fit every inch of it.

More than a few of the watching women soon found their hands down their pants, enjoying the show. Liddy sat down, trying to keep looking professional, but sat with her legs wide open. It wasn’t until she felt hands on her that she looked away from Mari to see one of the uniformed girls bum and boots sticking out from under her dress. One of them had crawled up under her dress to please her, and Liddy had no idea who it was. Only that it was neither Inky or Foxy. She rested a hand on the head between her legs as it slowly explored her with her tongue. Liddy was thankful that her panties could be easily pushed out of the way, and widened her legs to rest alanya escort on the armrests of the chair.

Mari pulled off her top to let the saliva-slick black cock glide between her breasts as she pressed them together. Inky muttered ‘fuck it’ to herself and picked up Easy to bend her over the couch. They met eyes briefly, so Inky was sure Easy wanted it, and as soon as Inky had consent, she stripped Easy’s bum bare and shuddered at the sweet taste of the young fairy. She slid two fingers inside and licked up the juices as they started to flow.

Easy beckoned Foxy over, who very nervously moved in front of Easy, only to find herself quickly losing her trousers. Revealing the soft short white fur all around her inviting wetness. Foxy squealed as Easy grabbed her by her ass and pulled her close enough to slide her long tongue deep inside. She quickly stripped off the rest of her uniform to reveal her fur-covered breasts. Mostly covered in bright orange fur that darkened to deep red in some places, it contrasted greatly with the white fur that covered her breasts and pussy. Feeling Easy explore inside her as she teased her own breasts, Foxy moaned more loudly than at any other time one of the women in her squad had done the same.

Inky watched the fur covered woman she had been craving for years, wishing she hadn’t been her superior. So much time spent pleasing herself, imagining herself being involved in her frequent trysts with the other girls. Yet unable to sacrifice her professionalism by acting on it. It was easier now to resist, with her mouth on a woman and Hannah across the room, more than willing, anytime she wanted. Inky thought perhaps she would be able to have the green-haired woman currently between her friend’s legs.

Emma watched in stunned silence as what she expected to be a casual meeting turned into an unbelievable display of sexual exhibition. Others not participating were stunned as well, but let themselves slip into the mood quite as fast. Emma watched Liddy roll her head back while gripping the one between her legs through her dress. Mari pulled the dark skinned woman to the floor on top of her, and Emma watched the dark shaft sliding inside Mari, between her legs.

Easy pleasing the fox girl, while being pleased by the woman in charge of security. Nearby Hannah kept Ving busy, yanking on her hair to please the exact spot she wanted it. She couldn’t help that the beautiful women before her didn’t arouse her like a man would. Emma yearned for men, but the closest option to that was currently deep inside Mari. She closed her eyes and imagined it. Having a large strong man lifting her up and setting her down on him slowly as he pushed his cock inside her. Her body straining against the pressure of trying to accommodate such a massive organ inside it. Emma slid two fingers inside herself, knowing they were a poor substitute for the real thing, but did her best to imagine a man having his way with her tiny body.

Hannah smiled as she caught sight of Liddy staring at Emma as she pleased herself. The little elf pulling her breasts free of her clothing. So much smaller than most of the women on board, but so very ample on her tiny frame. Hannah could see Inky pulling her pants down with one hand to please herself while gorging herself on Easy. She lifted Ving’s face up to look at her before kissing her roughly. Shoving her away, she nodded towards her old friend and Ving promptly scurried over to continue her work on Inky. Surprised but pleased, Inky spared a smile for her friend before returning to Easy with Ving between her legs.

Hannah got up and rolled Marnika onto her back and whispered to Mari about sitting on her face. That left the magnificent cock in the air being stroked by its owner, but while Hannah wanted it for herself, she had a better idea. Walking back to Emma, she put her hands over her eyes to keep them closed then led her off the chair and over to the body part she craved. Hannah guided Emma over and slowly let her down on it. Bracing her hands on Mari, Emma felt it pushing inside her but found it a difficult fit. She knew whose it was, but kept imagining it belonging to someone else. Hannah left her there and walked over to Liddy, yanking her out of her seat and set her down behind Emma. Liddy wrapped her arms around the elf and cupped her breasts into her hands. While she helped Emma slowly accept more and more inside her, Hannah took the seat Liddy vacated and watched the show as the woman she hadn’t really met got to work on her.

Aleera watched as her lover’s flesh became the focus of so many others’ pleasure. A petty jealousy formed, and she resented how easy it was for Marnika to suddenly find others willing to please her. Not to be outdone, she straddled the redhead sitting in the chair and bared her breasts for her. The rough grip was not what she expected as Hannah put her mouth to them. Aleera winced as her breasts and nipples were bitten and yanked. Yet, as it progressed, she felt warmness between her legs that her hand was dealing with before she noticed. She forgot all about her lover as another soldier moved beside her, standing beside the chair, and bared her breasts to her. With one free hand, she slid it down the trousers of the woman beside her, twisting enough so Hannah could continue with her breasts but also face the other woman, and gratefully felt the soldier pressing her breasts into her face. Nothing else mattered. She was getting what she wanted.

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A Fashion FAE Tie-In

This story contains a male to female sex change thanks to attribute transfer, which results in an altersex woman. If any of that sounds awful, I would hit back.

*****

So what did you want to talk with me about? Is it about the hair? Because I love that you’ve grown it out.”

They were sitting on Aaron’s bed, a bed they had shared several times before, and it had Kelly reminiscing of the summer only a few months prior, before she went off to college. Spacing out, she drank in his dark eyes and hair, along with his light brown complexion. She still wished she had confessed to him sooner, before they graduated. They could have had so much more fun then.

“Actually, that is good place to start.”

While not the square-jawed and stubbly masculine of a typical hunk, Aaron’s height and athletic build made him very enjoyable to look at. By no means huge or bulky, it simply looked like he could run forever. Even at a glance it was plainly evident he was still spending several hours at the gym multiple times a week. His clothes, as usual, were just a hair too small, letting them cling to him in just the right places to highlight his fit body.

“Okay, then lay it on me. Did you get picked up to be a pro footballer?”

By contrast, Kelly was on the short side with bright brown hair and a light complexion kissed with freckles. What she lacked in height, she made up for in thickness, especially in her breasts and hips. It was a ratio that had only grown more defined since leaving for college. Her once pudgy core had tightened, giving her a slight hourglass silhouette. It was as if she was wearing an invisible corset that had gently squeezed her frame into shape. Aaron had not said anything about her shape beyond that she was looking healthy. It reminded her how dating him felt completely different than anything before or since.

“That’s not it, no. I need you to do me a favor.”

“Sure,” she said, flipping her hair back and making a pair of black plastic bracelets clack. “Though, to be honest, you are starting to freak me out.”

“Sorry, just freaking out a bit myself. I can trust you to keep this quiet, right?”

Kelly toyed with the black choker around her neck. “Just lay it on me, I’m ready.”

With having been friends forever, he had not just dated her for her body. Really, for the most part, their relationship had not changed over the summer beyond them becoming more physical with each other. They still mostly just hung out and played video games, now with a lot of touching and teasing as well. Even most of their sex had involved him going down on her or them in sixty-nine with her on top.

Back then, she had thought it odd he never fucked her, but thought it was awkward for him to be having full-on sex with a girl he had acted like a brother to for so long. She figured he was working himself up to it and just happened to move away before that time arrived. Not that she minded too much in the meantime, he was surprisingly good at eating her out and no one since had been able to make her orgasm as consistently.

“Even if no one else does it, I want you to call me Sharon going forward.”

“Wait, what? Aar-Sharon, are you telling me you’re trans?”

Her friend shrank away, shoulders rising defensively. “Yeah. It’s something I have been struggling with for a long time, ever since middle school, but wasn’t sure how to come to grips with it. When we started dating a few months ago, was right when I really started to grab hold of my feelings.”

“You were so different back in Middle School.”

“Let’s be honest, I was fat, but I misunderstood that discomfort with my body and started working out and playing sports.”

He, no she, raised her hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being an athlete and intend on continuing to be one. However, I always felt a little tingle in the back of my head that something was wrong, even when I was in top form. It wasn’t until I started seeing a therapist after you moved away that I even thought I might be, you know, in the wrong body to put it one way.”

“And no one else knows?”

“Besides my therapist? No. She told me to tell someone I trusted first so I would have support when I started coming out.”

“Oh, Sharon, I…” In that moment, Kelly’s life unfolded before her eyes. All the times Aaron stood up to jerks who did not get they were no longer her boyfriend. All the times he covered for her when she was out of school for the divorce hearings. All the times he pushed her to succeed despite her situation. All the times he was the most comforting thing in the world. “I’m with you the whole way, okay?”

“You mean it?” There was surprise on a face that was both familiar and yet new.

“Yeah, you’re my best friend and you had my back all those years, so it would be pretty shitty of me if I couldn’t do the same for you when you are in an even more difficult place.” She put her hand over her friend’s. “I know you didn’t know, but I wish you erzurum escort had told me sooner.”

“I sort of knew while we were dating, but it felt so different-“

“-Because it was like fucking your sister, right?” she said with a grin.

Sharon flinched then chuckled. “Not quite where I was going, but sure, that was a reason. Foremost however was that when I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to be this macho guy people expected.”

“Oh, I thought you were talking about how you never really shoved your dick into me.” She was still grinning and then frowned. “Wait, I’m sorry. That was terrible of me, wasn’t it?”

“Sort of, but I know you’re being playful. This is a lot to take in. To be honest, I didn’t want to put it in for a number of reasons. Our existing relationship was one, but it was most because I had already reached a point where I could admit I was unhappy about my junk. Though, also being honest, I really enjoyed you going down on me and sixty-nining was the best, it was the closest I ever felt to being a lesbian.”

Kelly leaned over into Sharon’s toned arm. “I’m glad, I suppose, that I made you feel comfortable with yourself for once.”

They sat in silence for a moment, their lives rewinding to a simpler time when they would just lounge around. Even if it was only a few months since the last time they had shared space like this, it felt like a lifetime after what had just transpired. Finally, Sharon laid down in a ball and Kelly hugged her as best she could.

“I know it is early to ask this,” Kelly said as she smoothed Sharon’s long, curly brown hair, “but what are your plans now? Do you plan to transition? Does this change your goal of playing pro soccer?”

“I am not sure really, part of me wants to change right away and as fast as possible so I can start a new life, the other wants to try and find if I can marry who I was with who I want to be.”

“I can’t tell you which of those is right, but I can likely help with the first one.”

“What do you mean?”

Kelly sat back on the bed and switched one of her bracelets to her other wrist. She reached back and pulled off her bra then tossed the surprisingly large garment on the bed. Hanging loose under the plan t-shirt she was wearing, her girls curved just out side her shoulders and came to rest on her bent arms. She cupped one boob and the jiggling flesh overflowed her hand as it spread out. She put the other hand on her tummy and there was a soft green light. Bit by bit, her tummy shrank and her boob swelled until the flesh really began to spill over her palm and fingers.

She tiled her hand sideways, letting her mam roll off her fingers to fall to her stomach. The curve was noticeably larger than her other.

“That’s amazing!”

“They fell on my head,” Kelly said as she balanced her growth out with more of her stomach, leaving her with just the slightest amount of pudge and boobs easily larger than her head. “The bracelets I mean. They let me redistribute mass. The choker seems to do something to the food I take in. I am always full after having just a little to eat when I am wearing it, but have not really toyed with it.”

“Here.” Kelly handed over one of the bracelets, on it was a green seven pointed star. Around her wrist was the sister piece, one with a red star. Sharon put the bracelet on and gasped.

“It tingles!”

“Yup! Now, put your hands on my chest.” Sharon did so and there was a jolt.

“Think about drinking. That’s how I got it to work the first time.”

“Got what to work?” Sharon asked before she gasped as her shirt began to fill out and Kelly’s bust line shrank an equal amount, back to the size they were before. Jumping back, Sharon grabbed her new breasts that filled her closely cupped hands.

“How’s that?”

“Feels amazing!” Sharon grinned and dove at Kelly, pushing her hands against boob once more. This time she did not jump back as more mass pumped up her arms and into her chest. Her toned arms became less defined as the curve of her breasts approached the crook of her elbows. She leaned back to let go, but Kelly held her hands in place.

“Keep going, I can take it back if I need it.”

Sharon pushed down and the exchange sped up until she was the one who had tits the size of her head and her fingers were pressing against Kelly’s ribs. A feeling like hunger washed over her and she dragged her hands down to her friend’s hips.

Like with their busts, second by second Kelly’s mass was passed over to Sharon through the bracelets. Hips, butt, and legs swelled against athletic pants that were quickly becoming capris. The sound of straining seams only egged the growing woman on. She did not stop draining until her toned, masculine frame had been consumed by the body of a tall, plus sized model.

Kelly was very thin now, beyond even super model levels. Sharon was starting to panic when there was a snap and a flare of red light. A feeling eskişehir escort of weakness went down her arms as the barely visible curves of her muscles began to fade. Against her hands, Kelly’s legs swelled as new muscle knit itself into existence. Within moments she looked like she had always spent her afternoons at the gym and her mornings running.

The red light flared again and both women were hit with the conflicting feelings of being stretched and squashed. Sharon wrenched her hands away and the light faded. She collapsed on her much fitter friend’s chest gasping. They were the same height now, as if the foot difference in height had been split between them.

“I didn’t know it could do that,” Kelly said between panting breaths.

Sharon flopped over to her back, setting off a boobquake that made her shirt ride up until there was a bounty of underboob on display. “You didn’t? You told me it could exchange mass!”

“I had only really moved a few pounds around on my body before this, I did not expect it to completely change both our physiques.”

“Speaking of,” Sharon sat up, her shirt hem jiggling up another couple of inches so that it squeezed her tits near the middle of their curve. “Could I see the other one, I love these and all, but they are a bit much for me.”

Slipping on the other bracelet, she began to grope herself with one hand as the other rubbed her already ample ass. The green light flared once more as several inches of bust became butt in a few seconds. Running both hands around her lower half, Sharon sculpted all that weight into a wide core and pair of hips along with the kind of booty all those Instagram fitness models seemed to sport. For Kelly, it was hard to believe the woman on the bed with her was ever anything but.

“Did you want some of this back?” Sharon asked, hefting a boob that was still larger than her hand.

“If you don’t want all of it, yeah.”

Bracelets where exchanged and there was another flare of green light. Groping more than she probably needed to, Kelly drew some of her weight back. Instead of going directly to her bust, the mass seemed to distribute evenly, thickening her into being just slightly chubby over all with moderate curves and a stomach that rose and fell with abs nestled in fat.

Sharon was blushing and panting when Kelly let go of her rack, now just slightly above average. Kelly sat back and let out a sigh. “How do you fee-“

Without warning, Kelly was being kissed. Again and again Sharon’s lips pushed against her’s until the pair tumbled backwards. Not wanting to accidentally swap, she made sure her bracelet ended up on the bedside table then attacked in earnest. She pushed back on Sharon, rolling and pinning her to the bed as she returned the affections. The pair rolled back and forth, each trying to have the other on top until they ended up on their sides and staring into each others eyes. Hands roamed under shirts as teeth met lip, tongue, chin, and neck. Fingers dragged across warming flesh, teasing and begging at the same time. When they broke apart, each was panting and starting to sweat.

“Kelly, can we…I mean, do you want to-?”

“Yes, I came over wanting to fuck you, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.”

“What do you mean?”

“My best friend just became a bombshell and I made that happen. You were hot before and you still are now—maybe even more so since I know how well you could use that tongue.”

“Oh,” Sharon looked away and blushed even harder. “Right, this is all so new. I did not expect to be so…well, hot.”

“Magic is a wonderful thing.” Kelly pulled her much too large shirt over her head. “Now, lets see that new you naked.”

Kelly pressed her lips to Sharon’s once more, biting gently on the bottom one. A hand tightened on her arm as a moan escaped. With kisses down a neck she had loved before, Kelly slipped her tongue between the collar of Sharon’s shirt and her skin, making the tan woman arch her back. Cupping a boob through the cotton shirt, her thumb sought out nipple and then dragged circles around it.

Unable to wait any longer, Sharon lifted the soft cotton shirt over her head and tossed it over Kelly’s shoulder. Her hands moved slowly over her half naked body, taking in curves she was really seeing for the first time. She tweaked her nipple and gasped at the new found level of sensation. Her other hand moved down into the taut waistband.

Kelly could only bite her lip and moan as she drank in her friend’s knockout body. Sharon’s complexion had brightened to the color of salted caramel, her nickel sized aureole were a bit paler, a bit pinker, as were her cute little nipples. Her new boobs hung halfway to her waist as perfect tear drops. There were hints of stretchmarks from the rapid expansion becoming her reality on her sides going down her wide hips, but that only increased the feeling that Sharon had always been a woman.

Withdrawing her gaziantep escort hand from her pants, Sharon draped her arms around Kelly’s shoulders and more moans rose from her throat at the new sensation of boob pressing against boob. Hungrily she nipped at Kelly’s chin until the other woman pinned her to the bed once more.

A string of kisses down a toned body that was also still plush, lead to the hem of the athletic pants. Through all of this they had been pushed down and Sharon’s bush was peeking out. Lifting her lover, Kelly pulled the pants around her ass. They and a pair of boxers joined the shirts on the floor.

Despite all of the very wonderful transformation, her friend still had a male set between her curvy bright brown thighs. Her cock was about the same size Kelly remembered it being, but it was also somehow more feminine. The veins were less prominent than before and, like her nipples, the skin had a pink tinge to it that made it seem all the softer. A couple licks had Sharon’s already aroused shaft throbbing and Kelly grinned before sliding her mouth over it.

Sharon gripped the blanket with both hands as Kelly swallowed her whole length in one go.

Working back up slowly, her tongue caressing the bottom side, Kelly moaned at having her favorite dick once more in her mouth. Gripping the base, she bobbed on the tip, her lips caressing the soft, springy skin. Already Sharon was leaking pre-cum, the taste much sweeter than Kelly remembered.

“Not that it’s my—ah!—business, but just how much—mmm—cock have you sucked since mine?”

Kelly let go with a pop and laughed. “A few, why?”

“You are SO much better than before.”

A blush spread as Kelly grinned. “All for you. You know that, right?”

It was Sharon’s turn to blush. “What?”

“When we first hooked up, it was like a damn broke inside me. I had never thought of you sexually until that night we kissed and now? I cant get you out of my head. I thought about you every day I was waiting for the day you’d be inside me, so I kept getting better at all the coaxing, encouraging things. Now though, it seems sort of silly.”

“No, not at all.” Sharon shifted so that she could lean over, her hands moving to cup Kelly’s face. “There is a reason I told you first, I really do love you, Kelly and I’m happy you feel the same.”

“Oh, um…” She bounced up to kiss Sharon again to cover for not knowing what to say. The contact was still hungry, but there was a depth there now. A connection finally forged in shared feelings. A bitten tongue, a deep moan accompanied with bodies pushing closer.

Once more Sharon was on her back, Kelly swung around and planted herself on the other woman’s face as she resumed her enthused fellatio. Sharon pulled her open and caressed skin warm and slick with a tongue that was even more dexterous than before. Both women began to rock against the others face as their lust for each other began to boil.

Kelly was watching when Sharon’s cute little sack twitched and pulled tight. She anticipated the feeling of warm and sticky in her mouth and pulled back just as the first throbbing pulse hit her in the back of the throat. Eyes closed in bliss, she gulped it down without thought as another pulse coated her tongue.

The choker began to get warm and the room filled with a pulsing blue light, but neither woman noticed. With each shot she swallowed, the light got brighter. A heat she thought was building towards an orgasm spread to Kelly’s fingers and toes. Every inch of her felt tingly, her body starting to hitch with each pass of Sharon’s tongue until she was vibrating.

Sharon realized something was happening first as Kelly’s thighs began to thicken around her. Within moments Kelly’s lower half was back to how big it had been before. The feeling of boob growing against her stomach made her lie back.

“Kelly. Kelly! You’re growing!”

Kelly’s eyes popped open and she rolled off Sharon. There was noticeably more of her than there had been a moment ago. The hourglass build she had before had returned as if she had never given it up and had just happened to get taller instead. Her armful of tit-flesh rested on the gentle slope of a stomach with the shadows of abs that hinted at a growing work out routine. The curve spread to wide hips, each braced with a handful of faded pale ridges.

Sharon did not hesitate in attacking her lover’s larger boobs, her lips pressed to puffy aureole and tongue wrapped around a fat nipple. Kelly pulled the choker off over her head and set it next to the bracelets. Looking at the plastic rings, she felt an idea dawn.

Palming both she slid the red one around Sharon’s still hard sex and pressed the green one into her own. Sharon looked up at her in surprise and bit her lip, but did not say no. The telltale tingle washed over her as there was a flash of green light as they were swapped.

Unlike how it looked on Sharon, Kelly’s cock was unquestionably manly. It was also bigger than it had ever been while attached to Aaron. Wrapping her hand around it felt different from before, and not just because she could feel her grip. Foremost, it was half again as long as her palm when it had just barely outside her grasp a moment ago. It was definitely thicker as well, her thumb just over her finger tips instead of her knuckles. Then there was the weight!

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

The year is 2112 AD.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****
The Adventure Begins
*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their dicks are long and with average thickness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2?

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Female POV

CMNF

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Affirmative, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready to proceed,” Sybil said.

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

“Oh wow that’s nice,” Sybil sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Give it to me.” Sybil murmured.

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

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

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

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

“Ahhhh,” Sysbil whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

Capt. Bernard eyed Sybil warily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Affirmative, Capt. Bernard.” Sybil said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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Author’s Notes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The others agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celes beat her to it.

‘Danica, can you hear me?’

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

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

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

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

‘Okay.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That changed moments later in a burst of hellfire.

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

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

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

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

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

The cavern was strangely silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rexxus was just such a demon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you see it?”

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

“So that’s the plan, then?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?”

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

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

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

Ebonar pounded his fist on the table.

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

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

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

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

“Is delay not our enemy?”

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re ready,” Ashley declared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enter, Ebonar,” Thanatos called from within.

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

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

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

Ebonar did not disappoint him.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

What was this thing?

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

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

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

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

She could finally think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meghan knew she was in trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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