All That Glitters Ch. 63

Babes

All That Glitters – Ch 63

Children on trial. New family members.

The children’s trial threatens the Greater Community. New members for the family. More prophetic dreams.

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The Grand Palace, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Sharanas System, 109 Light Years from Terra

For the second time in less than six months, the Pod-Drran saw a major fleet arriving in orbit. Unlike the first event, where the fleet was for the transportation of the injured from great earth tremor of the Maha-Rrin, this fleet consisted of the ruling elite of the Greater Community come to act as judges in a trial of members of the Kumar-Pair’s own family.

The ships consisted mostly of the personal yachts of the ruling families of the Interspecies Community, the first time that such yachts were being used for official reasons. There were also several large warships from Sector Fifty-Nine, acting as taxis for the elite of the Greater Community and those ruling families that had not yet received their yachts.

Only one Presidential Class ship arrived in orbit, as the other races did not yet have such a ship in their possessions. That told the Pod-Drran that the President of the Union was at Pod-Saar. The ship’s colours and the name on the hull, in Standard script, confirmed it.

The ships started arriving in the late morning Pod-Saar time, the smaller ships set down at the Palace Shuttle Port while the larger ships sent down their passenger shuttles. They kept arriving until late afternoon as the Palace set up for the guests. The last to arrive were the Sandekk, who came in on The Wanderer and were sent down to the planet in the newly renovated shuttles designed specifically for their large bodies.

“Hello, Shusshhttookkann, my friend. We hope your travel was comfortable?” Kumaraie Ne-Maj Se-Lam Pod-Raie greeted her friend and fellow ruler at the shuttle port.

“It was, Ne-Maj. The Wanderer is more than large enough for our people,” Shusshhttookkann replied. The Kumaraie noted that all of the Imperial Arl was their, as well as Annnarrrekk, and several younger members of the Sandekk that the Kumaraie did not recognize. Younger perhaps but most assuredly adults, which meant they had to be at least 150 cycles in age.

“Hello, Annnarrrekk, I did not expect to see you here,” the Kumaraie commented.

“Annnarrrekk is to be our ambassador to Liramor Twenty-Three, Ne-Maj,” Shusshhttookkann answered for the young adult. “We will bring her there after this trial.”

“Then let us hope that the trial will not take long and that the Greater Community is still welcome on Liramor Twenty-Three afterward.

“The children will be brought here tomorrow but there is much to prepare for this evening. Shall we gather with the other rulers?” the Kumaraie asked.

The strategy session went into the late evening. Everyone was ready for the next day, or so they thought.

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Elsewhere in the capital, others were getting together for strategy sessions of their own. Those who were not pleased with recent actions by the Kumar-Pair were plotting how best to use this trial to make the ruling family look bad in the eyes of the people.

Some were members of once Great Houses that had been defeated in the last coup attempt against the Kumar-Pair. Others too, who had once been Great Houses but were now relegated due to the new principles of Great Houses set by the Kumar-Pair, requiring a certain percentage of their household to have achieved distinction. In order to be a Great House now, a House had merter escort to have a minimum of fifteen percent of their household holding levels of distinction, such as being a Kai-Rai/Ro, Sai-Rai/Ro, a Lin Tae/Ton, a Sin-Dae/Don, or a San-Dae/Don, etcetera. Most of the existing Great Houses were just shy of that mark meaning their status was lost. The individuals could stand in the Great Hall but the House could not stand there as a family. That angered many.

What they didn’t realize was that the Kumar-Pair had implemented this policy to push Houses to work at improving the lot of their members, something that most Houses did not do so well. The Kumaraie had gotten the inspiration from the House of Ur, all of whose members now held distinction and most of whose members had helped to prevent the war between the humans and the Pod-Drran.

The Kumar-Pair were very much aware that the Pod-Drran would have been devastated in such a war. Despite the Pod-Drran being a warrior race, it would be many years before they could stand on par with Humans where battle was concerned, if ever.

This group made their own plans for the next day and pushed forward several of their own as potential Prosecutors. Eventually, one name was settled on. They worked long into the night to prepare her for the next day…

The Grand Market, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Saramas System

Later that evening, Astalla was walking along the wide roads of the market place looking in the windows of the various shops. Despite the lateness, the market place was vibrant with life. She unexpectedly spotted someone she knew.

“Caäno,” she called out happily. “Come to see the show?” she asked as he approached her in response to his name.

“I was interested in it simply because it involves prophecy,” Caäno admitted. “Are you still hold up in the Castada?” (Castada ne Mylatin – the Grand House of Mylatin, the name of the Grand Palace of the Byandi people).

“I am. Mylatrin Adriné is loath to let me go. She claims to need a Halitez (named prophet) in the Castada,” Astalla laughed.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the pair. The pair looked up…and up…and up, at two of the largest creatures they had ever seen accompanied by a somewhat smaller version of the pair.

“Good evening, Elder Shusshhttookkann, Ambassador Annnarrrekk. May I introduce you to my friend and fellow Halitez, Caäno?” Astalla greeted the pair.

“Well met, Caäno, Astalla. It is always a pleasure to meet those who ply the same trade as we,” Shusshhttookkann stated as her translator caught up to the conversation. “I will introduce you in turn to my friend and fellow Elder, Shassshgallann. He will be by my side during the trial.”

Caäno swallowed his surprise and nodded to the three Sandekk. He had never met a Sandekk before and was surprised at just how BIG they were.

Caäno was of average height for a Byandi (around 160cm) and he had to look way up to see the faces of the two Elders when they raised their necks up. At the moment, those monstrous heads were lowered down to look at the pair of Byandi. That was even more frightening as far as Caäno was concerned as those great heads were as long as a Byandi was tall and their mouths were full of very sharp looking teeth. Even the smaller of the three was of an imposing size.

“Stop gawking, Caäno,” Astalla snarled quietly. “It is unbecoming.”

“I’m sorry for staring, however, you are far more than what I was expecting,” Caäno admitted. That brought laughter from the trio of Sandekk.

“So, you will be on the floor for the trial?” Annnarrrekk asked.

“Aye. Unlike Astalla here, I am not so fortunate to be considered among the elite of our people,” Caäno replied to a snort of amusement from Astalla.

“Do not let him fool you, he is one of the foremost Halitez of our people,” Astalla interrupted.

“Did you manage to find something to eat in the marketplace?” Caäno asked, intrigued.

“They gave us several bails of green hay at the palace earlier. I’m sure that they thought of us as some kind of farm animals until we thanked the helpers for the food. We must have scared them out of five years of their lives when we spoke,” Shassshgallann told them with a giggle.

Caäno was surprised to hear something so large actually giggle. He thought about that situation and found it rather surprising. He couldn’t help but giggle himself though the sound was much more expected from someone of his and Astalla’s sizes.

“What do you think will happen?” Astalla asked of the others.

“Hard to say, my sight is unexpectantly closed over this situation,” Elder Shassshgallann informed them. The others agreed with that assessment as none of them could see past the trial and that worried them. “I cannot even say for certain who this prophecy pertains to and that bothers me greatly.”

“There is a turning point coming. One that will not only affect the children but possibly the Greater Community itself,” Annnarrrekk commented.

“We all feel the same. That is why so many güngören escort of the Greater Community’s Halitez are here for this trial,” Astalla concluded.

Palace Shuttle Port, Capital City, Pod-Saar, The Sharanas System

The Trine arrived early the next morning and was directed to set down in a secured area at the shuttle port near to the walkway that led up to the Palace.

Twelve of the Kumir-Rai were waiting for them at the beginning of the walkway, Kaldar drawn and held over their shoulders. The children were walking just in front of their three parents who were trailed by the remainder of the Piscium household. They smiled toward the Kumir-Rai, all of whom they knew. However, no answering smiles were returned. They children knew then they had a problem but they did not know how to fix it.

Zarreniya took Ikekiya’s hand. ^It is just like in your dream, Ikeki,^ she thought to here sister.

^I know, Zarry. This not good. The dream say we leave Godmother’s family. We need stay and help Prakeshya,^ Ikekiya replied.

^How we do that?^ Zarreniya asked.

^I think it not for us to do,^ Ikekiya told her sister truthfully. ^This dream not ours.^

^I no like this dream,^ Zarreniya told her sister, who she felt agreed with her. The dream about Raymond had been scarry, but they could do something about that and had. It was much scarier when your fate was decided by someone else. The rest of the trip up was silent for the pair but they did not let loose of each other’s hands.

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The guard brought the children into a Grand Hall filled to the brim with Pod-Drran, Maha-Rrin, and many guests from the Greater Community. The family was placed in front of the grand stairs leading up to the Kumar-Pair and all the other rulers of the Greater Community, who sat dispassionately on their various thrones or in the case of the Sandekk, on great plates of stone that allowed them to lay down so that their forelimbs could be used as hands.

The Kumar-Pair were in the center of the group, their brood on small versions of backless thrones at their feet. A few other children of the ruling families were there, Martte Varren was there, as were Martte Garnal, Mylat Alafka, and Grace Holloway, who all sat with her parents.

The rulers stretched out on either side of the Kumar-Pair with the two largest species, the Djinaëte and the Sandekk on either side. Junelliya recognized the same senior Sisters that had been to the Second Denders Summit last summer sitting in for the rulers of the Djinaëte people.

The presence of all the rulers was intimidating but it was not meant to intimidate the children. However, the Pod-Drran, the intendent recipients of this intimidation, were a warrior race and it took more than a few high-ranking people to browbeat such.

Below the rulers, on the grand stairs leading to the throne level, where the various senior ministers of the different races. On the floor around the family were many of the curious of the various races. Some were important figures to their governments though of lesser positions than the ministers; some were simply curious and had used connections to be here. By virtue of the fact that they were on Pod-Saar, the predominant group were the Pod-Drran though more than a few Maha-Rrin were present. These were mostly people on Pod-Saar who were waiting their time at the hospital for limb regeneration surgery or going through the later stages of those procedures.

Those who had completed the process were now attending school on Pod-Saar.

The Piscium adults were looking at the rulers on their thrones. They had known of this trial ahead of time but they were still surprised at what they saw. It was evident that the rulers were in ‘ruler’ mode, that is to say they were closed to everything but the judgement that was being sought. There were no smiling faces or welcoming looks.

Hanalei understood this. She had to be the adult on more than one occasion to scold her children. She could not let her feelings get in the way when there was a need to enforce discipline or morals, not with children as powerful as her’s were. She noted that while the rulers were being closed about what they might have to do, she could clearly see that they were not happy to have this burden imposed on their persons.

With a few exceptions, most of the rulers were present, those not there in person, were there via ICS link, their faces on the monitors, their places on the thrones filled by their ambassadors.

The Palace Speaker stamped his Rod of Office and all conversation ceased. He turned and bowed to the Kumar-Pair. The Kumaraie rose to speak.

“Ikekiya Soona-Patak Se-Lam Poda-Rai-Dosri Piscium, and Zarreniya Se-Lam Poda-Rai-Latti Piscium, you have been brought before this court because of the actions you took in the recent incident on Liramor Twenty-Three. Questions of whether you have broken or overstepped the law have been raised and need to be answered.

“Who will stand with this brood as their Defender bağcılar escort or Defenders in this action?” the Kumaraie asked.

Immediately, Tempa-Harn Kai-Rai stepped forward. “I will act as their Defender, My Kumaraie,” she answered, giving a low bow. She looked down at and briefly smiled to the two children, giving them a nod of encouragement.

“You, Tempa-Harn? Were you not one of the most outspoken of those opposing Ikekia’s prophecy?” the Kumaroe asked.

“Death is very effective at allowing one to change one’s ways, My Kumaroe,” Tempa replied with a grin and a formal bow.

“Let the records show that Tempa-Harn Kai-Rai has stepped forward to act on this brood’s behalf,” the Palace Senechal stated.

“Who then will stand in opposition, as prosecutor or prosecutors in this action?” the Kumaraie asked. A brief moment passed before someone stepped forward.

“I will act as prosecutor in this trial, My Kumaraie.” Takka-Larn Kai-Rai stepped forward.

Yes, thought the Kumaraie, she would be one of those to step forward.

While Takka-Larn’s family had fought to defend the Kumar-Pair during the last coup attempt, they had lost their status as a Great House, along with most other Great Houses, because so few members of the House of Larn now had distinction of their own. The House of Larn, along with many of the former Great Houses, were not pleased to have lost their status in the Great Hall.

“Let the records show that Takka-Larn Kai-Rai has stepped forward to act as Prosecutor for this trial,” the Palace Senechal stated.

“Because of the age of these two and the fact that they are named in prophecy by so many different races, no one single person can sit in judgement of you so we, the rulers of all of the fourteen races, are here to judge your actions and your guilt or innocence,” the Kumaraie stated, looking directly at the children.

“We need to appoint a Trial Director who understands the role that prophecy has played in this incident. Who among us can fill that role?” the Kumaraie asked.

Several members of the other races stepped forward to provide their status and be acknowledged as prophets with the necessary credentials to allow them to act as the Director of the Trial.

However, Takka-Larn opposed their participation as Director.

“My Kumaraie, such foreign expertise would not be acceptable to the people as a Trial Director. Such a person would understand the responsibility that prophecy plays in this incident but would not understand the nuances of Pod-Drran law.”

“Only one person of the Pod-Drran understands prophecy and understands Pod-Drran customs and criminal law. That would be my daughter Prakeshya Se-Lam-Raie,” the Kumaraie stated.

“That cannot be allowed, My Kumaraie!” called out Gend-Hurl Ro, the perennial thorn in the side of the Kumar-Pair.

“WHO DARES SPEAK AGAINST THE ADMONITION OF THE SPEAKER!” the speaker roared at the interruption from the floor as he stamped his Rod of Office.

“Speaker, Gend-Hurl Ro has permission to speak,” the Kumaraie admonished. “We value his insight and have given him status in the Great Hall because of that.”

“Gend-Hurl Ro, you are aware of the caution placed on you against your speaking in this hall?” the Kumaroe demanded (this was in reference to his being required to provide an alternative to the decision(s) being opposed by him and not to oppose a decision just for the sake of opposing it).

“I am aware, My Kumaroe and I have a solution,” Gen-Hurl replied. “Prakeshya is not of age and thus cannot stand as the Trial Director. The authenticity for any other Pod-Drran or Maha-Rrin to speak on prophecy would not be permitted as no other Pod-Drran or Maha-Rrin prophet exists today.

“That means there is only one authority who we could ask to be Trial Director who would be acceptable to the people. I would advocate for the Goddess Poda-La to be appointed Trial Director, My Kumar-Pair.”

“Gend-Hurl, Poda-La is not a living person. The people may not allow her to act as Director,” the Kumaraie interjected.

“We should ask Poda-La if she can uphold the position of Director, Ne-Maj,” the Asoc suggested.

The Kumaraie turned to look at her mate and the Pemipinae for a brief moment. They gave her a single nod of their heads. The Kumar-Pair stood, then took a knee in front of their thrones. Immediately, all of the Pod-Drran and many of the guests in the Great Hall did the same, even some of the rulers knelt to acknowledge the authority of Poda-La.

“We call upon the one named Poda-La, titled Mada-La-Ail – the People’s Guide – to manifest here in the Great Hall of the People and give us her wisdom,” the Kumaraie called out.

Earlier, the Senechal had placed one of the emitters from the original Resestess in the Great Hall. They had intended to use Poda-La as a witness on the rules of prophecy. The emitter now received the signal from the Resestess and beamed an image of a small ball of flame near to where the children stood. Those around the ball of flame swiftly stepped back from it as it enlarged to such a size that Poda-La herself, her Chlaerge on her shoulder, stepped from within the flames and stood in front of the people in the Great Hall, the flames dying behind her. The image was dressed in the ancient formal dress of former royalty. The image turned to the Kumar-Pair and gave a bow.

Alien Sex as a Weapon

Anal

When humans discovered the Altarra system, finally, there seemed to be a solution for Earth’s overpopulation and pollution problems. But when a small population of indigenous life forms were discovered on the planet, the fateful decision was made to breed them out of existence.

The Altarrans were tall beings, seemingly non-verbal. They stood almost 8 feet tall and were smooth, hairless and dark gray. The color of a seal. They had a humanoid head but no eyes and a hideous mouth tube that could extend out like the beak of an octopus. They had long dangerous tails like that of a stingray, and on their abdomen were rows and rows of wriggling tendrils.

Oddly enough, after studying their species, it seemed as if they only had one gender – what humans would call female. They had vaginas. They carried their young. They had reproduction organs, but it looked as if Altarrans could self-impregnate by dropping an internal ovum into their tubes to begin pregnancy. They had no need for 2 sexes. For sexual pleasure, Altarrans would hug and their stomaches would rub against each other allowing the tendrils to interlock.

Altarrans were highly violent toward humans. Of over 100 encounters, all resulted in human/Altarran fatalities.

When Jackson opened his eyes, he found himself floating naked in a tank of green liquid. His memory was hazy but he remembered he was part of a team of Marines chosen by Earth Government and The Corporation to work with an alien creature being housed at Memex Station, orbiting Altarra. His memory was hazy because he was just born a month ago in a cloning tank on Luna.

There was history here in Altarra system. A freighter, The Cranston, was lost in this system, after discovering alien life. The Company had finally secured an alien at a great loss of life.

That was 200 years ago. When Jackson looked left and right, he saw the other members of his team, some still unconscious, others waking, all nude and floating in their tanks.

A few minutes later, the tanks began to drain, and four Marines were ‘birthed’ onto the slippery cold floor. Jackson gave his team a once over and was amused that they were all well built and well hung. They could have all been UFC wrestlers, he thought, and wondered if that was how they were bred – with genes from Earth cage fighters and porn stars.

Jackson saw a tidy rack of towels beside each tank. He toweled off his body of the green goo.

A smart looking older woman in a lab coat walked into the room with a clipboard, her gray hair in a bun. She looked at the four men and yelled, “Men, fall in!”

They lined up before her with towels around their waists. By rote or habit, they called out in sequence:

“Jackson!”

“Miller!”

“Eckhardt!”

“Kuwata!”

“Gentlemen, I am Doctor Hoffman, head of R&D. You are on the space station Memex.” She paced in front of them, and then behind them. “Let me be frank. You are Marines from the clone corps. That means you are dispensable. But it also means you are expensive, perfect specimens of human males. Perfectly muscled and aged at 21, you are perfect fighting machines. You have also been bred with unique capabilities – night vision, a high pain threshold, and..” she coughed delicately, “sex organs that erect at will.”

“You were created during the last Martian insurgency when some general thought a tactical rape team would crush the resistance and spirit of the rebels. Ethnic cleansing. After the war, the Earth Government banned you. Sex is no longer a weapon. Fortunately, The Corporation saved a number of your embryos and that’s why you’re here.”

Jackson nodded at her. “So what are we doing here, m’am?”

Dr. Hoffman kept pacing, not making eye contact with any of them. “We have in a cell, a female Altarran – we named her Tara. You’ve all read the background documents. You know what they look like. You know their battle capabilities. What you do not know is that this station has attempted DNA extraction for years. The Corporation is hoping that one day, the successful gene-splicing from the Altarran will create better soldiers, better humans. In fact, a tiny bit of your own DNA was derived from the Altarran to hide your human scent.”

The men were surprised, they exchanged looks.

“You were created for this task. Tara the Altarran is calm in the dark because she has no eyes – your eyes can naturally adjust. The Altarran can detect its own kind – we’re hoping your DNA will confuse or trick its senses into believing you’re one of them. And with the complexity of the Altarran’s DNA, we have calculated it needs multiple deliveries of ejaculate to impregnate it. We’ve calculated the Altarran needs four. Sex, in this case, is very much a weapon.”

Miller, a redhead rumored to be descended from Prince Harry himself, spoke up, “What the hell? You want us to impregnate it?” He shook his head, “You want us to fuck it!”

Hoffman kept pacing, “We need direct breeding. Attempts at trying to sedate the Altarran şişli escort for its eggs resulted in many fatalities. The creature is not mammalian or reptilian in the human sense. She has a hard and slippery exoskelton – think of a crab or lobster. She will only open her vaginal cavity if she is sexually excited. The Altarran has rows of swimmerets on her lower abdomen – like micro-tendrils – which extend when she is excited. Your sperm will fertilize her eggs. She will lay those eggs and those eggs begin the next cycle of Altarran reproduction.”

Eckhardt shuddered. He had studied them. Altarrans were nightmarish creatures. It made him sick that they were supposed to breed with it. He took a menacing step toward Hoffman. He was made of the genes from Henry Cavill, an actor who had played Superman back in the 21st century. “What if we scrub this mission, fuck and kill you instead?” He dropped his towel and showed off his glistening erection. He reached down to cup his balls, squeeze his shaft and waved it at her.

Hoffman nodded and smiled, “We have bred you all with kill-switches. Don’t threaten me again or else we’ll get another 4 of you.”

Eckhardt laughed, immediately softened, and wrapped himself back.

Kuwata was made from the genes of a Japanese male model. He stroked his chin and shook his head, “Multiple deliveries of ejaculate. So you mean…”

Hoffman nodded again, “You four have to work as a team, distract the Altarran, stimulate her, and then each of you must mount her and deliver your load as quickly as possible to fertilize her.”

“Shit! We have to gangbang an alien!” Jackson laughed. He was blonde and muscular and looked like Thor.

“So here’s a problem,” Miller pointed at his comrades. “If we’re all freshly bred from the tank, then we – how do I put this – have zero experience in these matters.”

“Ah yes,” Hoffman agreed, “You’re all virgins. But you will be provided with porn to understand the anatomy of sex. You have biological instinct. You will study videos of the Altarran. You will watch videos about different positions so you can all work as a team.”

The men laughed. “Fucking suicide mission.” “No, suicide fucking mission.” They shook their heads.

“I told you this is a high risk mission. You may not survive. But if you are successful, you will all be given early, honorable discharge…” she ignored their laughs… “property on Titan, stock in The Corporation, and enough financial reward for you to never work again.”

The men talked among themselves but Hoffman went to the side of the lab, pressed a panel in the wall and a large bed slid out. She undressed in front of them.

“In the meantime, men, your first time won’t be with an alien. Line up and present arms!”

The men dutifully lined up and dropped their towels.

Hoffman smiled at the line of waving erections. It would be anyone’s fantasy to have sex with any one of these specimens, perfectly proportioned with matching Marines tattoos on their shoulders. “You think you know where to put that, Marine?”

“Anytime, anywhere,” Eckhardt growled. He fucked her first in missionary position. When he came, he came loudly, and she wasn’t sure if he was having an orgasm or enjoying a long piss. He hopped off her to let the next guy on. Hoffman smiled how they grunted, cheered each other on, especially as they happily stirred themselves in her, sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths. When they had each had a turn, she ordered them to lie on their backs so she could ride each one of them, reverse cowgirl. As each of them came, they high-fived their friends.

This isn’t a Marine squad, they’re like a bunch of frat boys at a whore house, she smiled. They each finished in her doggy style. Three positions. Then, like shy schoolboys, they sat on the edge of the bed to let her suck each one of them off.

She mused that their penises were identically shaped and angled – curved 8″ with big swinging balls. They all tasted the same. These mighty men collapsed in their orgasms in fewer than 10 strokes. But with four of them, they offered her muscular bouts of sweaty tag-team coitus. They fucked without any consideration or wariness of her own orgasmic needs. They could just fuck until they shook with a shuddering orgasm. And that’s what they were designed for – not studs, not super lovers, but strong men who could deliver their ejaculate as quickly and as efficiently as possible.

Jackson smirked at the professor as she laid on the bed, panting, her puffy wet vaginal lips buzzing with waves and waves of ecstasy after being fucked by them all. “Oorah, doctor!” He slapped Miller’s ass who in turn slapped Kuwata’s.

Doctor Hoffman fingered her gooey mess of a snatch, filled with their loads of cum. Biggest creampie ever, she thought. She immediately regretted fucking them together like this. Should have taken them one at a time in a private room. It’s hard to keep the respect of your team when they’ve seen you spit-roasted mecidiyeköy escort gargling with a big dick in your mouth. Now they were all leering at her. “More training tomorrow, doctor?”

Part 2

After a week of training – porn videos, schematics of alien physiology and sessions of intercourse with Doctor Hoffman, the Marines were ready. They had watched Tara, the Altarran in her cell but now they were ready to go in.

They went down to the security level, all four of them nude. Hoffman didn’t see the need for clothes and she was also worried the scent would provoke the alien.

The four men entered the cell – it was dark and steam hissed from the ceiling ducts. Suddenly, the Altarran’s tail lashed out spearing Miller in the chest. He gurgled as blood poured from his mouth. He was dead.

“Fuck!” Jackson seethed.

“Don’t panic or else we’re all dead!” Eckhardt said.

The three of them stepped closer into the cell. Suddenly, from out of the blackness rose the Altarran, a nightmarish creature of dark gray and black. They knew what a Altarran looked like but they were all surprised at how overtly female this one was. Boney rib cage but dark full breasts. Long tail with a dagger tip still dripping with Miller’s blood. Wide hips and what looked like a bony plate covering its privates. It seemed confused. It sniffed the air. It lowered its bald domed head and sniffed the three remaining men, first their chests, then their erections. The Altarran towered over the men at 8 feet tall. It was drooling clear slime from her lips. The men watched as she opened her jaws to show off her mouth-tube which quivered and protruding from its outer row of crystal teeth. It looked at the 3 Marines’ approach. Then, to their surprise, she turned to face away and presented itself to them, her bony ass raised up in the air, her tail whipping nervously like a cat in heat.

“Let’s do this!” Kuwata yelled. They had trained for this. He ran to face her, his body a distraction. Tara hissed and sniffed him, fascinated. She drooled on his chest, parted her jaws and licked him with the sleeve of her inner mouth. Then, she grabbed him by his hands and suspended him off the ground, like he was being crucified. She backed him up against the wall of her cell and then her great shiny grey dome of a head lowered to face his crotch. Her inner mouth tube lashed out, nuzzled his balls then it pulled back and docked onto his hardon. In spite of his training Kuwata jumped in shock but was momentarily relived to feel her hot mouth-tube sucking on him instead. No teeth – they had retracted. He looked down to see his erection being suckled by the Altarran. It was like his cock was caught inside the ribbed hose of a vacuum cleaner. They had studied that her body temperature would be higher than human, but it was still a surprise to have her hot slimy mouth-tube on him.

“Go!” he yelled.

Jackson immediately slid underneath the Altarran. He lay on his back and faced her rows of quivering swimmerets and tendrils. He cautiously raised his bare foot up until he was touching her. Her body reacted immediately – her tendrils started swirling and tickling his foot in between his toes. Clear that she was stimulated, he reached out and jumped up, hugging her from beneath, offering his body to her undercarriage. The sensation was incredible as the little tendrils, rubbery with fleshy little tips, tickled his torso, wrapping around his genitals and his thighs. He flexed his erection into the wriggling field as the Altarran hissed loudly, blowing its hot breath onto Kuwata’s cock. In turn, Kuwata moaned.

Jackson held on for dear life. “Go!” he yelled.

Eckhardt ran to Tara’s raised rear end. He touched what looked like a puckered anus made of lobster shell. It was hard and grey. He had no idea how to stimulate it. He fingered the grooves and listened to his teammates grunt and moan – Kuwata who was feeding Tara his cock. Jackson who was offering his body to tickle her tendrils.

Eckhardt kept tracing the grooves until Tara shuddered, waving her ass. Then it happened – the grooves parted to reveal a fleshy, slimy red slit that oozed yellow cream. He tentatively fingered the slit in front of him but fortunately, it was not acidic blood, it was her natural lubricant.

Take one for the team, he muttered. He positioned himself behind her ass, grabbed a hold of his cock and plunged it into the alien’s red slit.

The effect was immediate. She pulled away from Kuwata’s saliva-covered dick and hissed upward, her back arched pulling Jackson who was stuck to her underside. Her swimmerets began a frenzy of motion and suddenly Jackson was cumming, spraying her field of tendrils with his sperm. And in back, Eckhardt yelled like a cowboy holding onto a mechanical bull. His throbbing dick was buried to the hilt into her seething hot canal, but unlike a human female, Tara’s vaginal walls had more rib like grooves designed to contract and nişantaşı escort lock a penis in coitus.

As she arched her back and twerked her ass, her vaginal walls contracted – clearly a human penis was much smaller than the Altarran’s cavity. She would have to tighten herself to lock this pink fleshy intrusion that dared to enter her. For a split second, Eckhardt was worried his dick would be guillotined by her outer vaginal shell.

Eckhardt moaned as he tried to fuck her human-style in doggy position. Outstrokes were almost painful as if her vaginal grooves were velcro pulling on his foreskin, instrokes were insanely pleasurable like he was fucking a giant squid. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” he yelled as he thrust into her again and again.

Kuwata whistled, “Yeah, we’re spit-roasting this bitch!” He pumped into her translucent mouth tube as it gripped and slurped him.

Then Eckhardt started to cum, and the Altarran, feeling his spurting, spasmed and tried to buck him off, but he held onto her bony hips until he had finished cumming. “Done!” he yelled. His soft wet dick slipped out easily, and he ran over to replace Jackson. Jackson jumped out from beneath her to replace Kuwata. And the handsome Japanese male model clone ran to Tara’s rear and easily slipped into her pulsing red slit that oozed her yellow cream and Eckhart’s pearly white cum.

Tara eagerly licked Jackson’s torso and started sucking on his boner. She seemed fascinated by his blonde hair as she ran her large two-thumbed hand through his hair. “Eat it, bitch!” He aggressively mouth-fucked her mouth tube which only made her spit up more clear slime.

If Eckhardt was worried about how long it would take to get hard again, he needn’t have worried. Hugging her body, pressed up to those tendrils was immediately stimulating. He felt some of the tubules nuzzle his body, encircle his dick and force him erect again.

Kuwata looked at the nightmare before him, her puckering red slit that was like a gaping red maw of a mouth itself, slobbering and sucking as he pumped her. The rib like grooves were compressing and stretching, locking his length to hold him in as deeply as possible. One of her grooves encircled the edge of his dickhead making it impossible to pull out. Kuwata could only push in as he let out a cry and started to cum. For the second time today, Tara released a Marine’s dick from her mouth to howl as she spasmed with delight.

Next rotation, the Marines moved into position. Jackson ran to her rear, Kuwata hug her undercarriage. Eckhardt offered to feed her his dick. But this time, Tara stood up to her full height, turned and grabbed Jackson by the throat. She petted his blonde hair again and slammed him against the wall.

“Shit! Change of plans!” Jackson yelled.

She then slammed him to the ground on his back. As he shook his head from the impact, she grabbed both his legs and pushed him back. She leaned her mighty domed skull at his groin and lashed stinging his balls. She then pushed him into Amazon position. She moved forward and squatted over him, sitting on his thighs, directing his erection into her drooling red slit.

“Fuck-uh-uh-uh!” Jackson tried to adjust his breathing as she mounted him, her size, her weight practically squeezing the life out of him while her burning hot red vagina was trying to squeeze cum out of him.

Tara hissed with delight. She sniffed Jackson’s blonde hair, his chest, his feet. Her tendrils were twirling and twitching.

“Same mission!” Eckhardt yelled. But he and Kuwata could only stand around, not sure how they would engage. In this position, they couldn’t face-fuck her, they couldn’t jump in to offer Jackson any relief.

But Jackson was soon cumming and after he shuddered his last drop into her, she threw him aside and grabbed Kuwata to mount in Amazon position as well. He groaned under her weight as his cock was being pummeled by her tight, ribbed, alien pussy.

After Kuwata came, she tossed him as well and grabbed Eckhardt by the legs to do the same. She was in control.

When she was finished with Eckhardt, the three Marines stood in the corner sheepishly, watching her as she hissed at them. No more fucking for the day.

“How many loads did she get?”

“Shit, five or six? I came in her twice.” Kuwata said.

“Bros, mission accomplished!” They high fived each other. But their congratulations was short-lived as they watched in horror as the Altarran grabbed Miller’s body and began to rip out his arms to eat.

The door of the cell opened and the three naked men ran out where Doctor Hoffman waited for them. She looked them over marveling at the scratches on their body, the soft spent condition of their dicks. She swabbed them to get samples of the Altarran ‘s slime off their bodies. Then and only then did she let them shower.

After they toweled off and dressed, they went to the Doctor’s situation room.

“Good job, gentlemen. A shame about Miller. But the three of you successfully stimulated Tara and ejaculated into her. She now knows your scent and is open to coitus with you.”

The men smiled at each other and high-fived each other again “Oorah!”

“But,” Doctor Hoffman began, “the mission is not complete. You see, we needed 4 loads of semen to inseminate the Altarran.”

Alice and the Looking Glass Ch. 03

Babes

Alice awoke slowly. She was still laying on her belly but the two oddly named midgets were nowhere to be seen. Wondering if perhaps the whole episode had simply been a hallucination from the effects of the magic mushroom she reached back to check her ass. The sphincter was gaping wide and secreting viscous lubricant.

“You don’t need to check you know. You definitely got well and truly ass fucked!”

The muffled voice seemed to come from somewhere on the same level as her but a quick glance around confirmed she appeared to be completely alone.

“You wont be able to see me while your laying on your stomach stupid!”

Alice peering around again, more slowly this time and with as much concentration as her befuddled mind would allow.

“Roll over so I can move my lips a little easier stupid!”

Alice rolled onto her back and forced herself to sit upright. She heard the voice again but this time the words were incoherently garbled.

“I cant make out a word your saying and I am NOT stupid!”

As if in response she produced the loudest pussy fart she had ever let rip. Quickly she parted her thighs and felt to check for possible fall out.

“Thank heavens I can breathe again. That semen was chocking me.”

Alice stared down to confirm what her hand had messaged. Her pussy was surrounded by a thick coat of marmalade colored hair doused with midget cum.

“But I had a wax three days ago. My pubes don’t grow that fast.”

“And its no fun having my hair torn off I can tell you missy.”

It dawned on Alice she was holding a conversation with her own very coherent cunt. “My pubes have never been that color before! Except perhaps when I am a little early and don’t catch things in time.”

“Don’t even go there! You have no idea what its like having a gag inserted in your mouth for days on end.”

Alice giggled.

“Actually I do. Well maybe not for days, but for hours certainly. Its quite liberating.”

Her pussy parted its lips and yawned widely as if bored. Alice was amazed by how wide it could stretch all on its own.

“You need to go and see the Queen.”

“Which Queen is that? I don’t know any Queens.”

“The Red Queen, you will find her watching the cricket match. It’s the big game today! Put your panties back on and follow the path to the edge of the green.”

Alice reached to the side to retrieve her white lace panties and slipped them over her ankles.

“Well you could pet me a little first!”

“Just a little then, but no biting you hear!”

Alice laid back beşiktaş escort and reaching down began to gently massage her clit.

“Ohhh yes, that’s just the spot. Just a little harder please.”

She pressed a little harder against her nub and was rewarded with a slight gush of lubricant from her conversational friends throat.

“That’s so good, but I have an itch a little deeper if you could manage to reach.”

Alice obligingly slid a finger down marmalades throat and stroked its urethra.

“Mmmmm, you got the spot now. I think, I am sure, ahhhhhhh.”

A thin arc of golden liquid squirted perfectly from the marmalade monsters open cavity to land between Alice’s gaped knees.

“That should keep you content for a few.”

“Just for a litt……..”

The marmalade hair retreated back into the follicles from whence it had extruded so suddenly and Alice was rewarded with the view of her perfectly bare pubes once more. Her panties replaced, she straightened and dusted down her plaid skirt and white blouse; if she was about to meet a Queen she had better look partially respectable. Finally she pulled her white knee socks as high as was possible and rubbed her black stiletto shoes on the back of the opposite calves. The path stretched as far as she could see before disappearing over the horizon but Alice always listened to what her cunt had to say and stepped out with a purpose.

The green was much closer than seemed possible. Alice had been walking for barely a minute when the white chained oval appeared ahead. The game was in full swing, with the ladies team fielding and the means team at bat. Alice had watched a lot of cricket. Her father was a member of the Marlborough Cricket Club and she had spent many a happy afternoon at Lords during the summer holidays. She specially liked attending the big games when the professional players were taking part. They were the most interesting people, coal miners, factory workers and the like. Quite the nastiest fuckers she had ever experienced. Recently she had taken on the two premier bowlers in the country one after the other and was pleased to say that they performed magnificently on and off the pitch.

The closer Alice studied the game the queerer it got. The female side comprised of eleven of the strangest women Alice had seen, they wore wigs of the most vivid hues and make up that was more suited to Kabuki Theater than a sporting event. Their team apparel was a mix of very short flared skirts and flouncy blouses with platform shoes taksim escort far too high for any athletic movements. How the bowlers managed to take a run up at all was a miracle. The men standing at each popping crease had far more traditional attire except it seemed to be made of some kind of silver lame and glittered at every movement. This caused the umpires, two rather elderly gentlemen with heavy gabardine raincoats cinched tightly at the waist to continually ask for the side screens to be moved. Alice could so no purpose to this as the screens at both ends had been painted in a varied array of rainbow stripes as opposed to the generally accepted white.

“And who the fuck are you?”

Alice turned to find herself face to face with the Red Queen.

“Plain as a pikestaff and dressed like a common shop girl. Give her a plug!”

The Queen and her entourage walked past Alice heading for the tea tent and she was left standing with three very obese guards, two carrying long sharp poleaxes, the third a very large rainbow colored anal plug.

“Bend over and lets get this in place!”

“What do you mean? I am not wearing that.”

“Queenie says your to be plugged then plugged you are. We are all plugged. Everyone in Wonderland is plugged. Show her girls.”

All three guards bent over slightly at the waist pulling up their uniform chiffon layered miniskirts to expose their anal accoutrements for Alice’s inspection.

“But their enormous. Isn’t it uncomfortable being stretched so wide?”

Enormous? Silly thing, these are our walking models, our stay at home ones are much bigger.”

“OH god yes. They are just dreamy big, makes me squelch just to imagine. Pushing in, twisting, making my knees tremble.”

“Shut up Carmen. You will quite make me faint away if you keep on so!”

Alice stood back a little and just listened to the guards gossip. It almost seemed like they had forgotten her completely.

“You remember those really big red patent plugs Queenie got from China. A nice extra wide bulb fitted with a vibrating center?”

“Oh darling Miranda they were divine. I wore mine day and night. Day and night I let it seat itself my dear, without a qualm. I ended up with a sphincter large enough to take a Nubian giant!” Alice continued to slowly edged backwards one small step at a time.

“Find a real life Nubian giant here in Wonderland? Please let me find one soon. Hard enough to find a big black dildo that hasn’t been wore out!”

Alice took a quick side step and etiler escort was in the tea tent.

The Red and White Queens were arguing, imagine!

“You can’t expect people to be courteous when they don’t have a good sized plug inserted!”

Alice heard the Red Queens obviously Halifax accent high above the general commotion.

“Reminds the peasants constantly they are anally bound to be dutiful and respectful to their Sovereign!”

“But sister dear, it’s just not practical. My poor horse guard had to spend days in the infirmary when theirs disappeared completely after a particularly strenuous gallop.”

“Pancakes to your horse guard problems is all I can say. You ought to favor pony girls like Me. Far more sensible speed and the view is so much better from the carriage. Those horse tail bejeweled plugs are divine.”

Alice was confused. The Red Queens gravelly accent was nothing like the White Queens quite perfect diction, yet they were sisters? She decided to make a few polite inquiries.

“Excuse me miss.”

She was surprised when the miss turned and sported a mustache and goatee.

“The two Queens are really sisters?”

“Of course they are. We are all sisters here dear. Now tell me who designed your make up?”

“I designed it myself I suppose. Well no actually in truth my face did. Just followed the natural contours and shading with a little exaggeration here and there.”

“Really? How fascinating. I paid a small fortune in molly to my designer and I really don’t think she caught the full concept. Musketeer chique is what I called it. My name is D’Artinyon Poute whats yours?”

“Alice, my name is Alice Wonderland.”

“Wonderland? Don’t let the Red Queen know that whatever you do. She will stretch your ass till it looks like shredded suet.”

Thank you D’Artinyon.”

“Just call me Dart, everyone does. Let’s go to the ladies and powder our noses.”

The powder room was at the back of the pavilion and was nothing like Alice imagined.

“Dart can I ask you a question.”

D’Artinyon was standing in front of one of the porcelain urinals legs apart and raising the front of her lace skirt.

“Do all the ladies here pee like you?”

“Well Alice what a strange question. Of course they do.”

Dart gave a happy sigh as she let go a good long stream of urine. Alice decide that she had better follow suit and positioned herself as close to the adjacent bowl as possible, pulled her panties to one side and let go. Glancing casually sideways she was rather taken aback to see Dart holding what appeared to be a penis shaped clitoris.

“Dart can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course Alice, we are the best of chums.”

“You have a very large clitoris for a girl.”

“Well thank you for saying, but actually it’s quite small by comparison to most.”

Agent Violin Ch. 3

Big Dick

“More tea?”

“Thank you.”

“Can’t abide these little packets, myself, but, I suppose one takes what comes. There you are.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, where were we?”

They were entering the second hour of their conversation – that last word loosely construed: It was more or less a monologue, the woman talking, the girl listening, and during it Eriko had learned much about the tall, slim woman in the olive-green fatigues seated opposite her.

“So, then you signed up, ma’am?” Eriko prompted politely.

“Oh, no. No, dear. I’m not the sort to stand in queue waiting for orders like some silly ranker.They, you see, askedme.”

Emily Mauve Qian.

Major Emily Mauve Qian, of His Royal Majesty’s Special Intelligence Group (SIG).

Born in Hong Kong (“The most beautiful city on earth, dear… Or was. Began falling apart the day that bitch Thatcher gave it back to the ChiComs.”). Early years spent in Hong Kong. Daddy was “one of the largest shipping magnates in the whole harbour.”

History was not Eriko’s forte, and so she was forced to resist the urge to interrupt and ask who Thatcher was, satisfying herself for the moment with the knowledge that Thatcher was a bitch.

“Of course they didn’t even ask us. It was all decided for us. No plebiscite, nothing.”

Major Emily poured herself another spot.

“Now, let me ask you, darling – who would you rather be governed by, Whitehall or Beijing? Which is my whole point, of course.”

Actually, Eriko found the woman’s way of speaking sort of… condescending. Although she wasn’t sure she should have.

Eriko had seen Brits before: at the Ops School – a pair of O/As (observer/advisors) on a month-long tour – but only at a distance. She had never encountered them face-to-face, and the most striking thing about them in her memory was the tan berets they had worn.

So the young American girl had no real context in which to judge this Englishwoman – or a British-Chinese (Sino-Brit?), or whatever she classified herself to be – and the Eriko was forced out of a sense of polite fair-play to assume that the ‘Luvs,’ ‘Dears,’ ‘Sweethearts,’ ‘Darlings,’ and even the occasional ‘Child,’ with which the lady peppered her conversation were simply considered polite by her people.

There was really no way for her to tell otherwise, for, while well-educated by the standards of any university librarian, the path of Eriko’s young life (refugee – Special Ops School – deep-cover in an orphanage) had not been inductive to even an narrow cosmopolitanism; and so, while Eriko knew of the divers people who spotted the globe, she knew them only as the astronomer knows his stars: distant; fixed; familiar only by their remoteness – a fact evidenced by (tone and terms of address aside) the keen fascination, near-wonderment, which she took in this strange woman seated across from her.

Eriko was beguiled by her soft, elegant Chinese features; riveted by the melodic singsong of her upper-class British accent – so superior (Eriko thought) to the flat Americanese with which she was forced to respond. The woman was worldly, wise. Sophisticated. She had seen so much, been so many places…

She was rich.

Eriko’s imagination could barely fathom that condition. What must that be like?

Just listening to her brought to Eriko’s mind a startling objectiveness about herself, about her own life: How narrow her world was. How limited. How… poor.

Major Emily went on talking.

Shortly before the final “ChiCom” takeover of her beloved Crown Colony, Emily and Mum and Daddy and their money had closed up shop and moved – first to Australia (“A perfectly dreadful place, dear – though, if you ask me, it suits those sodding Aussies to a ‘T’.”) – and then, finally, thankfully, a few years later, to London. There, Daddy’s new East-West Import/Export concern had thrived, Emily had gone to Cambridge, and then the war had begun.

And thenthey had askedher.

Her natural skills with the Chinese language and customs were only part of the reason.

Equally important was her keen, arithmetical mind, which birthed an uncanny problem-solving ability: a near-electric thought process that dumbfounded her instructors and filled her peers with respect and envy, spreading even to the legend of that she had turned an old junk cash register (“till”) into an encoding machine. Major Emily neither confirmed nor denied the veracity of that little tale.

Recruited into the Field Office of the “SIGs” after graduation, she had spent time in South East Asia (“Please – don’t ask, Luv.”), East Africa, India, Iran, western China (Sinkiang and a bit in Tibet); she had been a temporary intelligence liaison to the new provisional Russian government. Most recently, she had been trouping around in those benighted little “Stans” (Tajiki-, Kazakh-, Kyrgyz -, etc.) which fissured the Asian map, posing as a textiles buyer. She had a chest full of medals and a filing cabinet drawer full of commendations.

The woman related all of this as modestly as çapa escort her upbringing and simple love of facts would allow.

“So, what brings you here, ma’am?” Eriko inquired during a pause, desperate to hold up her end of the conversation – though as soon as she asked, she knew that she shouldn’t have.

“Now, hush, hush, doll,” Major Emily replied. “Icould tell you, but then… Well, you know the joke.”

But Major Emily hated the war, she really did. She missed London. She had been away too long. She missed the streets, the shopping, the restaurants… The auctions. But most of all, Major Emily thought, she missed her dear old Bentley – which Eriko (sweet child) assumed must be the name of her dog.

“Well, now,” Major Emily suddenly changed tack, “tell me a little something about yourself, darling.”

It was the question Eriko had been dreading.

AFTER TAKING HER pistol, the knife had vanished from her throat.

Eriko had remained frozen, her hands in plain view.

“Hello?” the English voice had sung from behind her… and slowly, very slowly, Eriko had turned around.

She was very pretty, that was Eriko’s first impression of her – Asiatic, probably Chinese. Thirty years old, maybe? Her black hair was cut rather short, falling just to the collar of her green fatigues.

She was smiling.

“Good morning,” the woman said cheerfully.

Eriko just stared at her, and at her own pistol which the woman held. The woman’s own weapon hung holstered on her hip. The fatigue design wasn’t American and there were no insignia on her which could tell Eriko who or what she was. But, then again, there was nothing on Eriko’s own uniform which might return the compliment.

“On your way in, or out?” the woman asked, re-sheathing her knife, but maintaining her grip on Eriko’s pistol.

Eriko blinked.

“What?” she asked with trepidation.

The woman nodded her head toward the western horizon.

“New Tokyo,” she clarified. “Going in – or out?”

Eriko didn’t want to answer. Training was telling her brain to go into POW mode – Name, Rank, Serial Number… But practicality overrode that: She wasn’t the one with the gun.

“Out,” she said finally, reluctantly.

“Heading for Seville?”

“What?”

“Seville.”

Eriko shook her head, uncomprehending.

The tall, pretty woman cocked her head to one side and looked at her quizzically.

“Are you alone up here?” she asked.

Eriko cast a glance back down the mountain.

“I am now…”

“So,” the English lady said, “someone sent you up this way.”

“Yes…”

“Then, you must be heading for Seville,” the woman concluded with flat certitude.

Eriko just blinked again: She had no idea what her captor was talking about. She said nothing.

“Well,” the woman continued, “if your friend sent you up this way, the he or she must already know the way. We’d just as well go on by ourselves, and let him or her catch up, don’t you think?”

Eriko just stared at her.

“After you,” the lady had said, gesturing up the slope with Eriko’s pistol, and Eriko had had no choice but to comply.

THE ASCENT HAD been steep, physically taxing not only on the legs, but also the hands which were often needed for support on the way up.

The sun, a blessing earlier, had become an affliction – too hot even way up here – bringing sweat to Eriko’s brow, and beneath her boots and clothing.

They had not spoken at all during the climb, the woman and the pistol maintaining a discreet distance behind Eriko all the way, and it was about an hour before the woman behind her suddenly said: “Here we are.”

Eriko stopped, breathing hard.

They had made the crest of the slope, not far from the top of the mountain.

Here we are, where? she wondered.

“Over there,” the woman waived Eriko’s pistol, and Eriko walked over to the slightly indented rock face.

The woman reached over Eriko’s shoulder from behind and pulled on a small outcropping of stone. There was a click, and the outcropping opened, hinging outward to reveal a numeric keypad – startlingly, ridiculously, incongruous with nature.

“The code, please,” the woman said.

Eriko froze for an instant, before jerking her head around to look the woman in the eyes – which she could see were perfectly serious.

She looked back to the keypad, which only offered a glowing red Zero.

The code?

How would she know-

Then she stopped, staring at the keypad.

And it all came back to her in a flood.

Of course…

It had been so long – but she suddenly remembered… It was as if half her brain were coming back to life.

Ofcourse…

Seville.

Code.

Access code.

Seville…

This was a Safe Haven…

Safe Haven Seville.

And that little conversation back down the mountain finally made sense.

“Having trouble, Dear?” the woman asked from behind her.

“No…” Eriko said in a tone of revelation, her eyes still on the keypad.

But, topkapı escort she would have to think for a moment.

The access code would be the date – today’s date – day/month/year, multiplied by the cube-root of the day, plus the square of the month, this sum then divided by the year. Plus one.

All right, then…

But, God, she would have traded her left boot for an electronic calculator right then.

“Oh,” the lady behind her said, “math not your thing? Here you are.” She handed Eriko a small pad and pen from one of her pockets.

“Thank you,” Eriko replied.

“Not at all.”

Within a minute or so, Eriko had the right figure and, praying she hadn’t forgotten to carry a One or something, tapped it into the pad. She pressed Enter.

Just to the left of the keypad, a four-foot diameter section of the rock face disappeared, rolling to the side with a pressurized hiss. There was a small tunnel behind it.

“Very good,” the woman complimented her. “Here you are.” She held out Eriko’s pistol to her. “Let me guess – you’re a DCA?”

Taking back the weapon, Eriko nodded.

“Thought so,” her new-found ally replied. “Sorry about all the fuss, but I couldn’t have me shooting me, now could I?”

SAFE HAVEN SEVILLE.

All Safe Havens were named after cities of the world, past or present. They came in a variety of shapes and sizes – attic rooms, broom closets, the little chamber behind the false panel in the wall, abandoned cars… Caves.

Safe Haven Seville was a cave – albeit a thoroughly modern one. Begun by nature, finished by the hand of man, it burrowed its way straight into the side of the rock near the summit of an anonymous mountain near the eastern edge of the Cascade Range, sealed from the outside world by the camouflaged hatchway which allowed no egress of detectable heat. The atmosphere inside was maintained by something called ‘passive re-circulation’ (submarine technology).

It contained food, water (chemically purified and protected from staleness), a small assortment of weapons and munitions, along with other assorted field gear. It had a sleeping chamber, complete with pneumatic mattress, toward the back, next to a partitioned water closet. The main area, the lion’s share of the cavern, had a low table with pneumatic cushions which sufficed as seats; a work-bench, a computer terminal on a small desk, and a well-stocked First Aid station. The whole lot was heated by a small chemical stove in the center of the main chamber, which kept the temperature inside (relatively) comfortable.

“WELL, now, tell me a little something about yourself, darling.”

Seated across the low table, Eriko’s eyes lowered a little. In the back of her mind, she had hoped the major would keep on talking forever – not least because (her genuine interest aside) the more she learned about this exotic woman, the more she realized that she had nothing to say, nothing to offer.

But, very quietly, Eriko told the major where she had grown up.

At the mention of the place, the older woman decorously averted her own eyes and nodded politely – exactly the reaction Eriko had expected.

Mountain Home, Idaho.

“I see…” Major Emily said, trying to sound blithe, interested; but Eriko knew that her side of the conversation had effectively ended: That was all the woman needed to know. That was Eriko’s life, her biography prior to the Service.

A rundown, decommissioned Air Force Base in the frozen Rockies, ill-famed as one of the filthiest, and most dangerous of the dozens of refugee camps which dotted the North American map.

Even now, so far away in space and time, that place often provided the setting for Eriko’s dreams… the smell, the low-hanging smoke of the cooking fires; the ceaseless, stuttering growl of the gasoline generators, competing with the mournful wails of the little babies and the hollow yelping of the skinny dogs… and in them, she was always hungry.

“Well,” said Major Emily after a pause, ending the awkward moment and graciously changing the subject. “I wonder if there’s anything to eat around here….”

Of course, all they found were field rations. Dry powdered and mixed with water from one of the cisterns, they were designed to keep a body alive, not to delight the palate. But, at least they were filling.

Over dinner, once again, Major Emily supplied most of the conversation.

She talked about the war.

And Eriko, deprived by her Deep Cover assignment of even a semblance of the truth about world events, leaned forward and hung on her every word.

The offensive in the Middle East had stalled along a line running from the Iranian plateau, west to Basra, and thence to the lower Jordan. The Combined Armies’ thrust into Arabia had been thrown back with grievous losses (“You know those macho grunts, Eriko Darling- always thinking with their balls.”), and ‘Abd-al-Krim – the “Mad Mullah of Muscat” – remained firmly ensconced in his fortress-city of Dubai.

On fındıkzade escort the Far Eastern Front, the news was a little better. Okinawa was still in the hands of the enemy – but Taiwan, miraculously, yet held out; had even managed to retake some ground with Anglo-American air and naval support. South Korea held on, its Northern cousin in no shape to take them on – and the Chinese were too busy elsewhere to help. The Vietnamese, having had a belly-full of Eastern Alliance bullying, had (de facto, if not de jure) joined up with the good guys, making a secret pact with the South East Asian Front. Luzon was firming. The Aussies were holding the line above New Guinea and the Solomons, while Indonesia remained quiet – which was how both sides seemed to prefer it. The Russians, though still reeling, had managed to stem the ceaseless, slaughtering assaults into their steppes.

Closer to home, the breach along the Rio Grande had been sealed, thanks to a newly-promoted general named De Cartagena, who had taken over command of the combined US-Mexican forces; “Whilst up north, you Yanks and your Canadian cousins continue to hold the fort against the Occupied West Coast,” the lady concluded, ending her whirlwind tour of the planet.

It was a lot for Eriko to take in, digest, and she was quiet for quite a bit.

“So,” Major Emily asked finally, in-between spoonfuls, “how’s life in the DCAs?”

Eriko quietly replied that it “sucked.”

“Hmm…” Major Emily replied, thoughtfully chewing her high-protein gruel, while Eriko sat and thought that the lady probably considered her irredeemably gauche for using such a plebeian term. Had Eriko been psychic, however, she would have realized that the Major’s Hmm… was a Hmm… of agreement. She would have further realized how dangerously close she was to receiving another well-informed monologue concerning the relative virtues of the various branches of the Allied secret services.

In fact, Major Emily had just opened her mouth to speak when the hatchway leading to the outside world hissed open, turning her attention from her dinner companion to the door. Her eyes lit up.

“Gabe!” she exclaimed. “So you’re the intrepid soul come to take our Eriko back to her home. Lord, Darling, you look like a drowned puppy… Or rat.”

Gabriel Tanner’s fatigues were soaked and filthy, his dark hair matted to his head; he was visibly cold – yet he took one look, and then looked as if he wanted to bolt back out into the great, wild beyond.

“Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ…” he said.

“Now, Gabe,” Major Emily cheerfully admonished him, wiping her mouth and standing up, “is that any way to say hello to an old lover?”

Major Emily walked up to stand before him and, smiling up at him, slapped him hard across his cold, dirty face.

“There,” Major Emily said. “That’s better.”

“Fair enough,” Tanner replied morosely, tossing his submachinegun onto the computer table. “Just one thing… Don’t call me ‘Gabe.'”

THE SMALL GIRL hidden under the desk with the chair pulled in heard sounds from outside in the hallway. She crouched lower behind her chair and listened. Her name was Rei.

“Hey!” Rei heard a man call out from behind her door. She huddled deeper in on herself beneath the desk. “Come here, girl!”

There was silence for a moment, as if the voice was waiting for the unseen girl to obey.

“That’s better -” the man’s voice began…

Then he cried out – short, sharp, painfully. Something heavy landed on the hallway floor with a dead thud.

Then the door burst open.

“Aiko!” a girl’s voice called out. “Aiko!”

Terrified, Rei cowered even deeper in the alcove of her desk. But through her fear, Rei thought she recognized the voice… Could it be..?

“Aiko..?” the voice called out again. “Shit…”

Rei heard light footfalls cross the floor. A drawer clattered open. Rei heard rummaging. Slowly, the frightened girl leaned forward slightly, hoping for a peek – but her balance slipped and, to avoid falling, she was forced to grab the seat of the chair. There was a tiny squeak as the chair shifted slightly on the floor. Rei cowered back, her hand going up to her mouth, her eyes wide.

The room was silent for a moment. Rei sat frozen, balled up under the desk, hardly daring to breath, listening…

The chair was suddenly, violently ripped from under the desk, exposing Rei to plain view.

The girl cried out in shock, looking up to see the little black hole of a gun pointed right at her head.

“No!” Rei covered her face with her hands, her eyes tight-shut. “Don’t!”

“Rei?”

Rei heard her own name. But she didn’t move; she kept her face behind the tiny, futile shield of her shaking hands.

“Rei-” she heard again. Then someone grabbed her arms and pulled her up and out of the alcove. Hands gripped her shoulders, shaking her. “Rei!”

Rei opened her eyes.

She instantly recognized the pretty face.

“Minako?”

Minako let go of her.

Rei stared at the gun the older girl held, shaking, trying to imagine where in the world the older girl could have gotten such a thing.

“Rei,” Minako said, “where’s Aiko?”

The younger girl’s eyes left the gun and she looked back up at Minako’s face.

“W…what?”

“Aiko,” Minako repeated firmly. “Have you seen Aiko?”

Adventures of a Super Heroine

Hardcore

“Stop right where you are you Cum-Guzzling Super-Slut!”

K-Leigh stormed through the warehouse doors, dildos blazing. The super-heroine was wearing the trademark flame-red mask that would protect her identity and the extra-long cape that matched. Today she had chosen to cover her shaved pussy with the smallest white g-string she had, the matching bikini that barely restrained her oversized globes featured small red K’s that marked the location of her nipples.

All activity in the super-villain lab stopped and a woman dressed in a black leather corset, matching garters and stockings whirred around, her aristocratic features crumbling into a wicked scowl as her red hair began to sizzle. She had wicked red curls that tumbled over her shoulders and matched the electric spark of her bush. The woman reached for her whip and cackled, the sound shooting through the air like lightening as she glared at her arch-enemy, “Says who? You? You good for nothing Cock-Juggling Thunder-Cunt!”

K-Leigh launched a barrage of dildo-cum-blasts from her vibrating weapons, hurling insults as she crossed the brushed-concrete floor to her opponent. Lady Lectra darted the cum-blasts with ease, her sinful smile never leaving her face as the super-heroine walked straight into her trap.

K-Leigh halted not ten feet in front of her enemy, twirling the dildos expertly in her hands as she cocked a grin at the evil seductress, “Your sexual fantasy days are over Lectra. I have come to stop you from filling the world with sex-crazed ogres and horny hoes!”

Lady Lectra flicked her wicked whip, sparks of electricity dancing off the tip as she smiled, blood-red tongue darting out between perfect teeth, “You think I would let you into my secret evil lab if I didn’t want you here K-Leigh? You’ve walked into a trap you foolish slut!”

Sirens blared and Lectra swung her weapon, electricity arcing off the tip like lightening as the super-sexy-villain’s minions stormed the super-heroine. Her sizzling cackle could be heard among the sounds of endless cum-blasts and dildo-smacks, the latex-clad minions falling by the dozen under the capable defense of K-Leigh. The petite woman whirled around to find yet more minions coming for her, but before she could release yet another barrage of unrelenting hero-cum, a shock tingled down her back.

Lectra’s whip was attached to the super-heroine by vile barbs, the electricity stunning the blonde-haired beauty into releasing her rubber weapons as her body convulsed and confusion crossed her face. Lectra waited until her minions had successfully restrained the trembling woman before swishing the whip away and approaching her foe.

K-Leigh jerked against the restraining hands of many minions, snarling as the evil seductress approached, her red curls seeming to mimic electric currents as they sizzled with the woman’s excitement. Lady Lectra curled her painted claws under the struggling heroine’s chin, raising her head so that the clear, blue eyes of good met the sinister dark ones of evil.

K-Leigh’s voice was firm and betrayed none of her inner terror, “I will never cum for you Lady Lectra! You will never win!”

Lectra raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow, smirking as she looked over the head of the young Super-heroine and saw that the restraints were properly set up. She grabbed the woman’s pony-tail and yanked her to her feet, dragging her toward the giant metal X that had been constructed just for her.

She threw the woman, whose blue eyes were wide when she saw the assortment of sex toys placed on the table near the X, toward the masterpiece of engineering. “No? Oh K-Leigh, by the time I’m done with you you’ll be begging me to let you cum!”

K-Leigh fought against the latex-covered hands that tugged at her, trying to pull away from them even as they latched restraints onto her arms and legs, effectively pinning her to the cold metal X that would permit every inch of her body to be violated. “You can’t do this Lectra! You won’t get away with this!”

Lectra stepped over to the table and fondled a pair of vibrating eggs, rolling the smooth metal toys around in her palm like a pair of balls as she licked her ruby-red lips, “Oh, but I will. You see K-Leigh; you weren’t given the location of this lab by accident.”

The minions finished lashing the super-heroine to the X, completing the job with a Velcro belt around her stomach. Completely immobilized, K-Leigh simply glared at her captor, mentally preparing herself for what she knew was going to be a long, stimulating session of erotic torture. She swore to herself that Lectra would face the wrath of her firing dildos when she got out of this mess.

Lectra cradled the eggs in her hand as she approached her victim, her dark eyes glowing with sensual power as she ran a hand down the smooth, toned body of her arch-rival. Looking into the woman’s eyes as she trailed her fingers down toward her barely concealed pussy, she smiled, “Have you ever had a vibrator in your ass before K-Leigh?”

The super-heroine trembled, her mind instantly aksaray escort imagining the feeling of vibrations as they passed through the extra-sensitive flesh of her anal passage. She narrowed her eyes, refusing to dignify her abuser with a response. She felt Lectra’s talon-tipped fingers dip beneath her g-string, the pad of one of them gliding over her sensitive bud on its way to her snatch. K-Leigh had to bite back a moan as her enemy’s finger slid easily into her vagina, its path lubed by her own juices.

Lady Lectra smiled then, slowly pumping her finger in and out of the wet center of her rival, “Oh, K-Leigh… I always imagined you’d be harder to win over… tut tut.”

Slipping her fingers out of the slippery passage, Lectra quickly replaced them with both of the eggs, slipping one metallic vibrator then the other into her enemy and pushing them deeper with her fingers. Lectra left the controllers dangling out of her pussy crudely. The large bikini-covered globes in front of Lectra’s face began to sway just a little as K-Leigh’s excitement grew. The super-sexy-villain rubbed the ripe bud of K-Leigh’s sex with one finger, pulling the lower egg out of her vagina with slow purpose. The woman’s pussy quivered as the egg fought against its clutching muscles, evacuating her snatch with an audible ‘plop’ before Lectra placed it at K-Leigh’s rear passage.

K-Leigh shuddered; forcing herself to relax as Lady Lectra firmly pushed the metallic egg, now moist from her own natural lubricant, into her ass. The feeling of her sphincter stretching to accommodate the 1 ½ inch girth was extraordinary – painful and delightful at the same time. The Super-Heroine’s face reddened beautifully as the widest part of the egg passed her sphincter and her ass literally sucked the egg into its depths.

Lectra smiled, standing back to observe the beautiful creature before her for a moment. She nodded to one of the three minions who was standing behind the X, and the anonymous being reached its latex-covered hands forward and flipped both of the eggs on high.

“Ahhhhh…..” K-Leigh arched her back, tugging against the restraints as the first waves of pleasure washed through her.

She wasn’t ready to orgasm just yet, but the vibrations in her pussy and ass were forcing her muscles to clench and spasm in gluttonous joy. Calling upon her super-reserves of strength she inhaled deeply and stilled her quivering body, separating her mind from the pleasure her body was enduring. They had taught her that, the other super-heroes and heroines, taught her to shut her mind off from physical pleasure so that she wouldn’t achieve orgasm. The female orgasm is, after all, 90% mental.

Lady Lectra saw her shut down and picked up the first of the many tools she planned to use on the super-heroine — a miniature cattle prod.

Lectra’s minions had been hard at work on a number of versatile Electro-sex products over the past year, and they were about ready to launch them on the world. All they needed was a test subject…

Zzzzappp! K-Leigh was jerked out of her trance by the sharp sting of electricity on her inner thigh; she opened her eyes wide and watched with horror as Lectra directed the miniature cattle prod to her other thigh, zapping her smooth, tanned skin just above the sensitive inside of her knee.

Lectra’s voice tugged at her consciousness, “Come back to earth, little one. I’m not ready for you to get lost in headspace just yet…”

K-Leigh shook her head, refusing to give in to the incessant vibrations in her loins. She tried her hardest to melt away, mentally of course, but every time she got close to separating her mind from her body Lectra would zap a new piece of flesh, startling her out of concentration as the currents provided both pain and pleasure.

When she was satisfied that the cattle prod worked, Lectra headed back to her table, choosing another toy to use on her victim. K-Leigh felt plastic hands tugging at her bikini and gasped as the cold air hit her naked breasts, instantly causing her nipples to harden.

Lectra smiled at the woman, moving forward to grab her luscious tits with one hand, “After I put these nipple clamps on you, we’re going to see how much electricity these titties can handle. Then I think we’ll borrow your Dildos…”

K-Leigh’s eyes grew wide; her dildo-guns were loaded with the most potent hero-cum available. Her partner, Mega Lance, had donated the ammunition for K-Leigh’s attack on Lectra, and his semen was guaranteed to make a woman orgasm, over and over again.

The sharp little teeth of the first clamp bit into the tender bud of K-Leigh’s right tit, drawing a small cry from the woman as Lectra cruelly tugged and twisted it. Satisfied that the clamp was secure, Lectra moved on to the second breast, scraping the biting teeth of the clamp over the soft flesh around the nipple to further heighten its arousal.

Lectra attached the second clamp with less aplomb, tugging the lead wires that dangled from each clamp before fatih escort plugging them into the power box. She fingered the dial slowly, running her free hand down her own body to her sparking loins. As she plunged her fingers into the red curls, searching for her own pleasure center, she rolled the controls up to 2.

K-Leigh’s breasts tingled, the shock wasn’t quite as severe as the one Lady Lectra’s whip delivered, but on her sensitive buds the electricity felt like needles and tongues all at once. The erotic sense of pain and pleasure blending had her stomach spasming in response. K-Leigh fixed her eyes on her torturer.

Lectra’s fingers were plunging in and out of her snatch, glistening with her wetness as she fingered the dials and imagined exactly how her victim would respond to twice the amount of power. Quickly she torqued the controls, ratcheting the amps up to double the original stimulating value. K-Leigh’s eyes rolled back into her head, her chest arching up and out, the Velcro belt biting into her stomach as the painful pleasure intensified.

It was too much. K-Leigh’s head was thrown back, her teeth biting into her lip, ready to draw blood as the electric shock travelled straight through her body. Her nipples were tingling, burning, aching to be touched by something more tangible. Her pussy and ass clenched at the vibrators, her tender flesh became over-sensitive as she neared her peak. She closed her eyes, arching her back in an unconscious attempt to avoid the ceaseless flow of energy into her body.

Lady Lectra was busy frigging her own cunt, her dark eyes glistening as she watched the pain turn to torturous pleasure in an instant. K-Leigh’s thighs began to tremble, her body tightening on the brink of a powerful orgasm, and Lectra nodded to her minions.

The eggs and clamps were yanked off her body so fast K-Leigh cried out for them. The sudden absence of stimulation was a complete let-down and her body shuddered on the edge of what might have been the most powerful orgasm she’d ever suffered. Her blue eyes flashed open, pleading with Lady Lectra as the villain frigged herself to the end, cumming in impassioned cries that were over-exaggerated for her frustrated audience. The Super-Heroine watched with pain-filled eyes as her enemy exploded over her own hand, enjoying the pleasure she had just denied her captive.

Lectra sagged back against the toy table, her own muscles clenching at her fingers in the aftermath as she took in the sight of her deprived victim.

K-Leigh’s mouth was open and rounded, ready to beg her for orgasm, but the Heroine’s eyes were still bright. Her mind as yet unclouded by the pleasure so that her pleas for release remained unspoken.

“Are you ready to give in my little hero?”

K-Leigh glared at her captor, her beautiful face marred by a scowl as she fought against her body, “I told you Lectra, I will never cum for you. I will never beg to cum for you. I will never give in.”

The red-head nodded to a few of the minions in her horde, cracking the beginnings of a smile as they came forward with a new invention. K-Leigh’s eyes followed her gaze, horror filling them as she realized exactly what Lady Lectra had in store for her.

The Minions were carrying a strap-on rig. Made out of black-leather with a satin lining to prevent chafing, the crown jewel of the device was the brilliantly blue dildo standing up proud and tall in the center. Lectra smiled and stood up, permitting her minions to strap the contraption onto her as she smiled at her prisoner.

“Do you recognize this K-Leigh? You should, you brought it with you.”

K-Leigh gulped, her body responding to the sight of the ten-inch rubber dick with a tingle of excitement. Mentally, she was terrified! Her dildo guns were weapons of mass-pleasure, guaranteed to cause pain and ecstasy simultaneously. Guaranteed to make the person on the wrong end of them beg for orgasm.

As her vixen enemy tightened the straps on her new-made contraption, K-Leigh opened her mouth to beg. For it, or to not have it… she wasn’t sure. “Please….”

Lectra admired the device strapped to her groin, stroking the smooth rubber length with a hand as she strolled seductively toward her quarry. She rubbed the blue tip along K-Leigh’s slit, moisture glistening on the rubber as she spread her own legs and prepared for entry. K-Leigh’s stomach muscles were quivering in anticipation of the dildo, her blue eyes — the exact same color as the dildo- glued to Lectra’s fiery red crotch and the organ springing from it.

With one solid thrust, Lectra penetrated the Super-heroine to the hilt. The cold rubber parting the hot, wet folds of K-Leigh’s pussy with intense friction and speed; bringing an outraged cry that quickly turned to moan to the lips of the woman. Lectra pumped fast and hard, her eyes glued to her slave’s face as she rocked the woman’s body with the thick weapon.

Something was wrong. K-Leigh knew it the moment her loins were pierced by her dildo gun. Those weapons eyüp escort were meant to bring immediate, overwhelming orgasm and she sure as hell wasn’t orgasming. Instead, her body ached with incomplete pleasure. She was balancing on that precarious cliff right before orgasm, her mind and body being driven mad with want for release, but she was unable to get past that point. She couldn’t orgasm.

Her blue eyes flew wide to look down into the face of her smiling enemy. K-Leigh groaned as the dildo scraped her G-Spot, desire zinging through her as she fought against the overwhelming desire to beg for release. Lectra was smiling, her painted nails digging into the luscious tits of her arch-rival as she thrust her hips. Seeing realization and need cross her enemy’s face she laughed.

“Yes. I had it altered while we played. You see K-Leigh, I want you to beg for release. Beg me for an orgasm. And I know you will.”

K-Leigh shook her head, sagging against her bonds as the endless pounding continued. She lost count of the amount of times she opened her mouth to beg, only to bite her tongue and moan instead. Her body was ready to give in, the endorphins telling her that she needed release. She wasn’t ready to give in though. She couldn’t.

Lectra nodded to one of the minions behind the X-frame. Her eyes glinting with sexual fever as the second of K-Leigh’s dildo guns was brought forth, shimmering with lube. Her mouth curved up in an evil smile, her victim completely unaware of the imminent danger her bum was in. Lectra nodded once more and the minions began to thrust the device into the small back-passage of the Super Heroine.

K-Leigh cried out against the oversized intrusion. The minions were relentless and the moist blue tip of the dildo stretched her anal ring painfully, the dildos progression into her ass endless as Lectra pumped in and out of her pussy. K-Leigh was stretched beyond belief, twenty solid inches of orgasm-denying rubber penetrating her ass and pussy in rapid rhythm. It took the super-heroine a couple of moments to realize that the dildo in her ass had not been altered. It was still rigged to cause massive, overwhelming orgasm.

The competing forces of the orgasm-causing compounds and the orgasm-denying compounds wracked K-Leigh’s body with endless pleasure, forcing her to the painful brink of orgasm and keeping her there -poised and ready to burst, yet completely unable to.

Lectra was overwhelmed with the sensations of having her arch-enemy literally speared upon her own weapon. K-Leigh had foiled too many of her sexual fantasies, and now she was participating in the completion of one. Riding on the edge of her own orgasm, Lectra was too preoccupied with the sensations to hear the wailing sirens that had started ringing throughout her lab. She watched the sweet pink lips of the super-heroine part and round; the first sounds of a plea exit that sensual mouth.

K-Leigh’s mind went blank. Her mouth rounded to plead for orgasm, the super-heroine overcome with the need to cum. Before she could beg the dildos evacuated her holes and the deep, solid voice of her partner broke through her sexual reverie.

Lectra was yanked away from her prisoner by an angry force. Whirling around, the unarmed super-villain came face to cock with K-Leigh’s brawny partner, Mega Lance. Within seconds, the voluptuous redhead was bound in the super-strong lasso of the hero, her minions flattened by volumes of hero-cum, convulsing in painful orgasms that rendered them incapable of fighting back.

K-Leigh’s beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, her body still quivering with arousal. Mega Lance’s handsome jaw swam in her vision, concern evident in his chestnut eyes as he caressed his partner’s face.

“K-Leigh, K-Leigh baby… honey, can you stand?”

K-Leigh’s eyes slid down her partner’s toned body, the lycra suit that he wore molding perfectly to every muscle on his bulging body. It also molded perfectly to his long, thick cock, which stood straight out from his pelvis in an erotic display of masculinity.

The sight of her partner’s super-lance had K-Leigh writhing against her bonds, her eyes locking with his as the words she was about to say to Lectra ripped out of her throat in desperation.”Fuck me!”

Mega Lance stepped back, his cock bouncing a little as he looked at his depraved partner, his deep voice boomed around her mind, “K-Leigh…”

K-Leigh pulled at her bonds, her eyes bright and clear as she spread her legs as far apart as her bonds would let her, “Fuck me Mega Lance. I need to cum.”

Mega Lance took about half-a-second to think about it before he stepped forward and rammed his thick meat, lycra-covered and all, straight into the dripping slit of his partner. Her soft, moist folds enveloped him and both of them groaned as his shaft penetrated her deeper than she’d ever been penetrated.

Mega Lance’s rhythm was fast and hard, he’d always imagined what it would be like to have his lovely partner’s pussy encase his super-hard rod. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Tight, she was very tight, and the moment he entered her she’d begun to orgasm around him, her velvet flesh spasming around his too-large cock as she cried out, her fingers curling in thin air, making the motions of scraping down his back in super-orgasmic pleasure.

A Vampiric Kind of Love

Asian

This is the moment she’s been waiting for. She’s a huntress and she’s hunting her prey. This beauty, her long back hair cascading down her back and almost in front of her eyes as she kneels down, watching him from a distance. She has spotted her mate in the distance, doing the same.

She can barely resist the temptation of going over to him and having her way with him… “Patience”, she tells herself.

He’s always been her mate. They’ve been through so many lifetimes together. Vampires, they are. She’s been one for lifetimes, and he’s only been one for a few. She turned him when her father tried to kill him.

~Past, 1200s~

He was her slave, her lover, her human. Her father didn’t like vampires romping with humans. Who could blame him? But, she got pregnant. A miracle, mostly. But, it does happen.

Her father was furious, set out to kill him, but she got to him first.

“My father is going to kill you.”

“I know and i’d do it gladly.”

“I know, but you have to understand..he is malicious and he doesn’t and won’t pity you.”

“I’m human, I don’t expect him to pity me. I’m your slave and to him, that’s all I’ll ever be. I broke the rules when I fell in love with you, Hope. Even more when we had sex and I got you pregnant.”

“Would you let me turn you?”

“Yes.”

She smiles wickedly, knowing what she’ll do. She’s not that far along, so why can’t she make love with her man anyway?

She grabs his hands and leads him into her black, cold bedroom. Red satin is everywhere, but he’s been here so many times. This time is different though, this time he will become like her. He will become a vampire, he’s scared, but he would do anything for her, anything to be with her, just anything.

“Hope?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She slowly strips him, kissing and licking every inch that she uncovers. His shirt off, she flicks her tongue across his right nipple then sucks on it before moving to his left doing the same thing. His breath catches, he loves that so much.

She moves down his chest to his stomach, rolling her tongue around kağıthane escort his bellybutton. He braces himself against the pillars of her bed, almost pulling the canopy down. She chuckles, but she keeps moving down, to his buckle, undoing and pulling his dusty, dirty jeans and boxers off.

He’s all man. Hairy and so strong. She knows his heart has picked up speed. He’s nervous and horny all at the same time. She’s wrecking havvoc on him. She grabs his hard cock. He’s thick and long. She strokes him and looks up at him, watching his expression which screams lust.

She licks her lips before shoving the head of his cock in her mouth, as far as it’ll go before pulling him out and doing it again eventually she deep throats him. He growls and shifts against the pillars. She sucks him fast and hard before pulling him out and licks him from base to head. Again and again she does this.

He can’t stand up anymore, his knees are weak, so she stands up and allows him to sit on her bed before going back to the cock that she loves. Sucking and licking, loving and wanting more. She tries her best to not fuck him, just yet. She wants this to be a memorable experience for him. Everything will change.

Harder and faster, she sucks. Using her right hand, she plays with his balls, gently massaging them which she gets approval when he moans. Harder, harder, faster, faster. He’s so close to cumming, she pushes on. Soon, he lets loose and cums in her mouth. She swallows it all.

Moving away from him as she stands up. She looks at him. His eyes are glazed over in that post orgasmic bliss. Now, it’s her turn, she moves over to the bed, crawling on it. Moving to the middle before laying down. She spreads her legs out, reaching down with her right hand to stroke her clit. Her eyes are closed, but she can feel him shift on the bed, moving in between her legs.

She feels his hot breath on her pussy then she feels his tongue attack her. He inserts four fingers into her, but she knows he’s going to fist her. She cannot wait, she loves that! She lifts her hips when he does. Moving bayan escort istanbul in and out her, she can’t stand it. He’s got her spot and cums all over his hand and wrist, drenching him.

She pulls his hand out of her, pulling him up to her, she kisses him so deeply, so passionately before flipping them over so she’s on top of him. Straddling his hips, she rubs against his straining cock, that got hard again when he fisted her. She lifts up and slowly, inch by agonizing inch slides him balls deep inside her. She growls and he groans.

She sits up and rides him, hard, so very hard before leaning down. Kissing him again. She whispers in his ear, “are you sure this is what you want? This is your last chance to change your mind.” He whispers back, “Don’t stop, this is exactly what I want.” She looks at him and sees that he means it, wants this, wants to be with her and their child forever.

She moves to his neck, kissing him before she bites down. He winches, but he grabs her hips tight..not stopping her. She bites down on his jugular even harder, drawing blood. She licks it up. But, she never stops moving on him. Giving the pleasure with the pain.

She sits up and watches as her human lover dies. His spirit leaving him. He’s screaming in agony, but she holds him down with her hands on his shoulders. Soon, it’s over, he’s dead. She mourns this loss, her human lover is gone. The next few minutes seem like hours when he comes back. Gasping for air, he returns back to life, just not the life he has known.

“Welcome to the vampiric world, my love. You’re mine now. Forever.”

He’s angry and confused. She has stolen his life from him. Granted, it was with his permission. But, the anger is valid. She moves to get off him, but he holds her fast and tight, digging his nails into her hips.

She can see the change in him, he is becoming hungry. His still hard cock is buried in her pussy, but this is not the hunger. His hunger for blood is raging inside him. He’s not sure what to do and if he should flip her over and drink from her like she did him?! He figures what the hell cihangir escort and flips her over onto her back.

She squeals in happiness before turning her head so he can feed. Knowing this is what he wants, what he so desperately needs. He looks at her, confused before leaning down, biting her neck hard, drawing blood and drinking it.

She moans as she wraps her arms and legs around him, pinning him to her. She lets him drink her blood, but pushes his head away when he gets to be too much.

“Enough for now, my love.”

“I want more.”

“More you’ll get, but first I want you to fuck me.”

And, fuck her he does. Animalistic, savagely he fucks her. Hard, fast, and deep. He doesn’t stop. He has a newfound energy, nothing holds him back anymore. It would be horribly painful if she were a mere mortal. He plows into her harder, so fucking hard. His strength has tripled and he is using this as he slides his hands under her, picking her up, continuing to fuck her.

She’s screaming in pure pleasure, wanting more, needing more, needing him. She digs her nails into his skin until she feels blood run between her fingers. He does the same to her. She’s in pure ecstasy! She’s cumming now, hard and soon he follows her, filling her with his seed.

Exhausted by the intensity of it all, they collapse onto the bed. He’s laying on his back and she’s laying on her side beside him. She growls happily and he grunts his approval. After they rest for a bit, he gets up, walking to the dresser, he grabs two cigarettes and lights them both, he walks back over to the bed and hands her one.

Taking a long drag, at the same time, they both exhale. Happy, completed. In a few months, their child will be born and they’ll truly be a family. But, her father will never be happy with this union and she doesn’t care. She’s got her man, the one who has her heart, the one who fathered her baby, they are married now.

~Present, 2000s~

She watches him. She has taught him well. She moves her attention back to her prey, going in for the kill, she pounces him. Ripping his throat out, drinking his blood. Their daughter, an adult, right behind her mother. Killing her own prey.

Their little clan is happy. She’s pregnant again. This time, she knows it’s a boy. Giving her mate, her love, her companion the heir he wants. They are still in love. Their lovemaking just as intense as it was then.

~The End~

Abundant One Ch. 04: Janet and Judy

Brunette

The Spencer sisters were extreme. They did everything together. The twins were both red heads. They had a Carmel tone to their skin. They wore matching clothes most days. Observing in the distance was our familiar hero. The Abundant One observed them. Two individuals with so many similarities. Judy and Janet still had their differences. Judy had her hair short just touching the end of her neck. Janet wore it long pig tails.

The two ladies were having a picnic in the woods. Janet wore blue overalls and a pink shirt underneath. Judy wore brown overalls with a pink shirt underneath. They were in their backyard. Their house had a big white gate surrounding a pink house. Judy and Janet were wedding singers. The Abundant One researching what makes Earthlings special.

Judy and Janet pulled out a pickle from their picnic basket. They began licking the pickle’s skin. Janet circled each bump with her tongue. Judy licked it across like an envelope. Judy began sliding it in her mouth. She put it in then out. Janet cut it like a hot dog bun. She slid her tongue inside the opening. Janet began slurping the pickle’s juices.

A yellow Volkswagen beetle drove up. Out popped a blonde girl. Her hair was hanging down the left side of her head. She wore a black dress with a zipper on the back. The Abundant One waved at her. She approached the alien. He was wearing a brown jumpsuit and hat. His stubble was shaved off. He was holding a small box.

“Sydney, are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You davutpaşa escort just need to get them aroused. I will deliver a package. You need to use this on both girls. Inside is a dildo with a remote controlled mister. I will release the mist after the women are aroused.”

Sydney received the package. She walked over to the twins.

“Hi. I am giving away a free sample from my store.”

Judy and Janet together go shake her hand. “Sure. What kind of store do you have?”

“I sell adult toys. I have a new dildo with a fake cum attachment feature. Want to try it out?”

The sisters looked at each other. They grinned like an idea came to mind. Janet began to blush. The two whispered to each other something. Judy blushed and gasped.

“We will try it. Can you show us how it works?”

Judy and Janet opened the door. They went inside. Sydney could hear giggling. She soon was let inside. The sisters stood there in just their overalls. Their breasts were easily seen from the side. Their pasty white skin emphasized their pink puffy nipples. Their breasts were C cups.

They were standing in their living room. The living room was just a mattress on the floor with a blanket covering it. Pillows and sex toys were scattered around the floor. Two pink shirts were on the ground. Sydney looked over at the twins. Sydney had an idea.

“Sure, Janet and Judy. Can you help me out of this?”

Judy walked bayan escort behind Sydney. She grabbed her zipper. She opened the dress exposing Sydney’s bare back. Janet walked over to help her out. Janet pulled Sydney’s sleeve off above their heads. Janet’s cleavage got real close to Sydney’s face. Sydney just stood there with the new toy while Janet and Judy unwrap Sydney. Her black dress hit the floor. Sydney was completely bare. Her D cup breasts, her recently shaved pussy, and her shoes came off with all the commotion.

Sydney opened the box. She pulled out the dildo. She rubbed the dildo all over her face. She slid the tip in her mouth. She pulled it out. She put it back in and out. Then she slid repeatedly between her breasts. She then squatted. She put the tip inside her pussy. She pushed in further in and further out. It made sloshing noises as ran through the wet folds in her vagina. She slid it out.

Judy grabbed the dildo. She began sucking it like a lollipop in her left hand. In her right hand Judy removed the straps of her brown overalls. The overalls fell with a clang. Sydney got on her knees and reached for her panties. She snapped Judy’s waistband a few times. Sydney brought the panties down. Judy had a small red haired bush above her vagina. Judy stepped out of her panties. Sydney threw it behind her. Sydney smacked her lips against Judy’s vagina. Sydney stuck her tongue out and began lapping it like a cat drinking water.

Janet approached. She tozkoparan escort was now bare. She pulled out the bands in her pig tails. Her flowed down over the left side of her face. Janet had a cleaned shaved vagina. She got on all fours. She picked up Sydney’s butt. Janet inserted her pointer finger in Sydney’s anus. She began fingering. Sydney still tasting Judy’s pussy. Judy sucking on the dildo. The dildo appears to have grown since they undressed and started pleasuring each other. Judy bent over placing the dildo on the ground. Sydney stood up. Janet stood behind her. Janet put her hands on Sydney’s large breasts. Janet began squeezing them. Sydney gasped.

Judy got behind her sister. She put her arms around her. Janet slid out and Judy resumed squeezing Sydney’s melons. Janet picked up the dildo. She began sliding in her vagina. She began thrusting it in and out. Sydney let out another gasp. Janet echoed with a moan. Judy kissed Sydney’s cheeks and neck. Janet was thrusting faster and faster.

The Abundant One was observing in the shadows outside. He was seeing the three ladies. He pulled his hand down his pants. He pressed on the skin where his penis normally is. Janet screamed. Cold cum sprayed inside her vagina. Sydney in response climaxed herself. Murky white liquid dripped from Sydney’s vagina. Judy let go falling onto the mattress. Janet pulled out the dildo. Purple cum dripped from her vagina and dildo. Janet gave the cum covered dildo to Judy. Judy slurped the purple liquid. Sydney fell onto the mattress over Janet.

Janet pressed her lips against Sydney’s.

Judy got on the mattress whispering in Sydney’s ear, “Want to stay awhile?”

The dildo disappeared. The Abundant One left with a rather large bulge in his pants.

A Witch’s Love

Ass

All characters are eighteen or more years old.

*****

“I love you so much,” she said softly next to his ear.

She laid on top of him, his softening cock still in her pussy. She had cum hard and often, with gasps and cries of pleasure. At the end, when his warm, creamy cum filled her pussy it was like a continuous orgasm for her.

“And I love you, just as much,” he responded.

“I’d do anything for you,” She continued.

“So would I,” he responded. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You would?” She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “You’ve never said it before.”

He hadn’t said it. She had many times, but he had always been a little hesitant to commit himself so fully. She hugged him, his words excited her. They would be married soon. She could hardly wait for the big day. She was Sarah, his name was Dan.

“I just realized it,” he said. “But I think I’ve felt that way for a long time.”

“Oh, Dan, I’m so happy,” she smothered him with kisses.

They had met at college. Dan majored in computer science, he was working towards his master’s when they met. Sarah was a senior, about to graduate. She had plans to become a writer. They liked each other immediately, but there were no instant sparks. They did date often and became lovers.

Sarah was an attractive woman, and very feminine. She was 5′ 4″ and 125 pounds, breasts the size of grapefruit; they looked perfect on her. Her complexion was just a little dark; coal black hair fell in waves to her shoulders. She had a nice butt and lovely legs that she liked to show off by wearing a dress with heels and nylons.

Dan was not the type of man one would expect her to choose. He was short and slim, only 5′ 5″, he weighed 150 pounds. Dan had a baby face that made him look much younger than he actually was. It was the type of face that many women, especially older women, are attracted to. Indeed, an older neighbor seduced him when he was eighteen and taught him much. There were others too, and he learned from them all.

Sarah, when she took him to her bed, found him to be an attentive and talented lover. She never inquired about where he had learned so much, she merely enjoyed it. He was above average in dick size, just enough to fill her comfortably. He enjoyed oral sex too. In fact he had few inhibitions.

Both graduated the same year and Sarah returned to her home city to start her career. She had financial help from her family while getting started. It wasn’t long, though, before she was making enough to provide for herself.

Dan and Sarah didn’t see much of each other, but they did keep in touch through occasional emails. Things changed when Dan got a job in Sarah’s home town. They started dating again and love bloomed between them.

She took him to meet her family. Her parents seemed like a happy couple. Dan was struck by the sense of love he perceived between Sarah’s parents, they appeared to be totally devoted to each other. They made their living by investing. They were quite well-to-do so Dan assumed they were skilled at it. Sarah introduced him to a couple of aunts too. All in all everyone seemed normal.

On the way home Sarah told Dan about a family tradition, or maybe legend. The story went that the female members of her mother’s family were witches. Sarah was quick to say she didn’t believe any of it. But, she went on to say that a great aunt was convinced it was true.

“Aunt Sadie claims the tales are true,” Sarah told him. “But she says it is much more subtle than the casting of spells. She also claims it works for the good of the people involved. Especially if it is something both want”

Dan thought it a quaint tale and dismissed it from his mind.

Later they traveled to Dan’s hometown so she could meet his parents. She was a big hit with his family. Sarah thought that Dan’s family, she also met his two sisters, were wonderful people. A family she felt she could be part of.

They became engaged soon after the family visits and not long after that moved into a house together.

Sarah did most of her work from home. She set up an office in one of the bedrooms. Dan sat up the other spare room as an office for himself. He had hopes of being able to work from home, instead of having to go into an office every day.

Sarah came up with the idea of writing about computers. Their two careers would mesh naturally into such an enterprise. They wrote one book together that was a moderate success. That got them their start.

Dan was able to get more work from his home. He’d had to threaten to quit to get the arrangement he wanted, but they didn’t want to lose him and agreed. He gave his company a full day’s work and collaborated with Sarah whenever he had time. They started a blog and often published in computer magazines. Another book was in the works, too.

And that brings us back to the talk that started this tale.

******

She lay next to him nuzzling his neck. “What would you like me to do for you?” She asked in a sultry tone.

“Loving me is more levent escort than enough,” he replied. “What would you like from me?”

“Like you, your love,” she paused. “I want to make you sexually fulfilled. I want you to have orgasms as wonderful as those you give me.”

“I’m happy that I bring you pleasure,” said Dan. “You tell me so often it humbles me. The idea that I can do that for you.”

“When I cum,” she said softly. “It goes on and on; one orgasm after another. Intense, beautiful orgasms that blow my mind. That is because we love each other so much. I wish you could have orgasms like that.”

“Sarah, my orgasms are amazing. I am more than satisfied, fulfilled too.”

She was silent for a few minutes. “Have you ever wondered about how women feel when they cum?”

It was his turn to be silent. His thoughts were jumbled. There had been times when he had wondered that very thing. About how he would be if he were a woman. They were idle thoughts, though. He had no desire to be female.

“Yes,” he hesitated wondering how much he should reveal. He realized then that he loved her and she deserved to know his innermost thoughts. “Yes, a few times. Especially when you cum for me; it thrills me no end. I’ve never envied you for your intense orgasms though. I’ve only been happy for you.”

She kissed him; hard, with love. “Would you try something for me?”

“Of course, I said I would. I meant it.”

“I wonder if, maybe, you would cum more like me if you felt more feminine. Why don’t you try wearing my panties?”

He loved her. He could not refuse her. He wouldn’t have anyway, not after he had said he would do anything for her. The panties she had been wearing when they started their lovemaking were on the floor next to the bed. She picked them up. They were pink silk. The gusset was damp from the juices of desire that had seeped from her pussy in anticipation of their loving.

She pulled them over his legs and he lifted his butt from the bed to let her slide them over his hips. She tucked his, now flaccid, cock into them and pulled them over the cheeks of his ass. To him they felt surprisingly comfortable. The smooth silk, damp with her juices, against his flesh and his cock soon had him getting hard again. Sarah smiled.

“See,” she said. “They’re working already.”

She kissed his hardening cock through the panties. They laughed together and were soon making love again. Dan with the panties pulled down to his thighs. They sixty-nined and happily ate each other to more climaxes. Dan licked and sucked at her succulent pussy and was delighted when she rubbed her juices over his face. Juices that were a savory blend of her musk laden nectar and his creamy cum. She thrilled with the feel of his hard cock between her lips. She exulted over the pulsing heat of his hardness; at the slick warmth of his cum when it spewed into her eager mouth.

There would be no going back. Changes had begun, but they were not aware of them, not yet.

******

They were married a month later. Dan wore her panties and a training bra under his tux. He didn’t need the bra, not yet, but he liked the feminine feel of it. Both their families were there and other relatives, too. Dan got to meet Sarah’s Aunt Sadie. She gave him a knowing look then turned and smiled at Sarah.

“You may need to talk someday, Sarah. Feel free to call me.”

“Thank you Aunt Sadie. I will if I need to.”

They went off on their honeymoon. Her parents had gifted them with a week in the honeymoon suite at a posh mountain resort.

She had brought a nightgown for him to wear. It was the same as the one she had brought for herself. They were full length and very feminine. They undressed and put the nightgowns on, a first for Dan. He felt wonderful as it settled about his body, against his bare flesh, against the hardness of his cock.

He ate her pussy first. She sat in a chair and he lifted her nightgown to show her full, untamed bush, the labia swollen and aroused, her clit peeking out saucily at the top of her lovely cunt. It had been becoming more prominent in recent weeks. Even as Dan’s penis seemed to be getting smaller. It didn’t matter. Any changes were minor.

He licked at the lips of her beautiful pussy. He had to tell her how lovely it was.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured. “So warm and wet.”

His words excited her. She pulled his head tight to her heat, her thighs closed against his head, her heels pressed on the small of his back to hold him close. He licked at her red inner lips. He sucked her clit between his lips and was delighted with the gasps of orgasm from her. He ate her until her heels were drumming on his back. Until her cries of “Don’t stop” became sobs of pleasure. Until her juices flowed onto his face and ran down to his chest. His chest where nubile tits were beginning to show. Even as he ate her pussy he found himself fondling them through his nightgown. Fondling them and tweaking the newly sensitive nipples. His hand escort bayan rubbed the bodice of the nightgown so that it soaked up her juices dripping onto his chest. He smeared the slick goodness over his flesh, over his tits. It all felt so good.

She slid off the chair to kneel facing him. With wet open mouthed kisses she tasted herself on his face, on his tongue. She urged him onto the chair and lifted the hem of his nightgown. He looked so feminine wearing it, so lovely. Her pussy flowed from the feelings of love that filled her body.

She leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth, to let it slide seductively between her plump lips. Her tongue, her lips, her teeth. She used them to bring him to a glorious orgasm. His cum gushed into her mouth and she blissfully tasted it. Her tongue slid through its slickness, she opened her mouth and looked up at her husband to let him see the creamy whiteness framed by her red lips.

He slid from the chair, as she had before. They kissed and let their cums merge into a delightful blend that both swallowed as feelings of ecstasy filled them.

They rested, then ordered a light supper from room service. Sarah put on a robe to answer the door when it arrived. She took the tray and tipped the waiter. Dan stayed out of sight.

They ate, but not too much. Another rest and then more loving. They lifted each other’s nightgowns off. Naked they fell onto the bed. Sarah took Dan’s budding tits into her mouth and nibbled at his firm nipples. He moaned softly at the sensation. He cradled her head, held her close, as if she was a baby suckling. His clasp sent a wave of pleasure through Sarah. It was such a feminine thing for him to do.

They sucked each other’s tits and fondled each other’s sex. He to make her juices flow, she to make him hard and ready.

She straddled him, and let her pussy slide sensuously onto his hard cock. She had found that it was more satisfying lately for her to mount him. She could take more of his smaller size that way; it was more noticeable to her than to him.

They fucked each other. Their bodies met in that ancient rhythm of love. He grasped her hips and brought her to his face to lick and suck at her flowing cunt. Back onto his hard cock to feel him inside her once again. She was cumming hard and often, her love brought her to intense organisms. Even if his reduced dick wasn’t as pleasurable his tongue certainly was.

He was able to last for her. She had emptied his balls when she sucked him so he did not cum before she was fully satisfied. Thrills tore through his body and raced into his cock as he filled her belly with his cum. It was the best organism he had ever experienced.

In the morning they ate each other sixty-nine. Both enjoyed the juices and cums from the previous night’s love making. They showered after that. Sarah shaved Dan’s legs. Then her own. She did their underarms while she was at it. They dried each other and prepared to dress.

She knelt in front of him as he sat on the side of the bed and rolled a pair of nylons unto his legs. She added a lacy garter belt. These things were all new to him. The shave, the hosiery, the garter belt; but somehow they seemed natural and right. He pulled on his panties and clasped his bra over his tits. The bra cups seemed fuller, maybe it was time to get a larger one. He felt sexy and desirable. Sarah wore a pretty dress with nylons and sandals with two inch blocky heels. She looked lovely to Dan’s biased eye.

He put his male clothes on to go for breakfast. His waist seemed a tiny bit smaller when he put his trousers on, but his butt filled them nicely. The newlyweds ate a nice breakfast and wandered about the resort grounds. They fed the ducks in a pond and kissed under a tree. At midmorning they went back to the inn for coffee.

They put on swim suits after lunch and went to the hotel pool. Dan’s tits weren’t big enough yet to be noticed, except by him and Sarah, of course.

They made beautiful love all week. There was much sucking and fucking; loud, gasping orgasms and contentment afterwards. Their last full day at the resort they took stock. Dan’s penis was definitely smaller. His tits were a little bigger, but still only about an AA cup; the areolas had expanded and darkened. There was a reddish tint to them now. Dan’s nipples were bigger too, and fatter. They had stopped visiting the pool the last couple of days because of the nipple changes. His waist was smaller, his hips fuller. Equally significant as the physical modifications were his mental changes. He found himself loving the feel of the lingerie he wore, he had from the start, but now he wanted to display his femininity. To wear heels and dresses. But, he was worried that something was wrong. Sarah hugged him and soothed him and told him how much she loved him. Everything was okay then.

Sarah’s changes were confined to her clit. It was even more enlarged and protruded from her pussy whenever she was aroused. It was starting to get even firmer than it used to. She liked ikitelli escort the feeling. It increased her enjoyment when Dan sucked it for her. Dan loved it too. He would take it between his lips to suck it and lick it and even nibble at it until she had cum. Until her delicious juices would flow onto his face.

The important thing, to Sarah, was the fact that the changes had accelerated during the week of their honeymoon. Maybe it was time to talk to Aunt Sadie. She called her and made arrangements to drop in for a visit on their way home.

******

Perhaps we should take a moment to discuss something. Most men who suddenly saw their penis growing smaller, for no discernible reason, would have made a mad dash to their doctor.

Not so Dan, nor did Sarah’s growing clit cause them concern. Although they were not concerned they were certainly aware. Dan compensated by the wearing of feminine lingerie. He still came too. In fact his orgasms seemed more intense than before he had started wearing lingerie. Maybe Sarah had been right. Sarah’s reward was the mind blowing orgasms she experienced when Dan sucked her to climax on her newly enlarged clit.

Their visit to Aunt Sadie explained much.

Aunt Sadie was a pleasant looking woman in her late sixties. She was widowed and lived alone. Her home was neat and well kept. It was only a little out of the way for Sarah and Dan to visit her.

She welcomed them warmly and served coffee and pastries. She watched them as they ate the pastries. She knew what was happening without too much effort.

“It’s a spell,” she told them. They hadn’t even told her what they were visiting about. “It’s okay. It’s what you want.”

She turned to Dan. “Dan, do you want to be a woman?”

“No,” he replied honestly. “But I have come to like wearing lingerie and feeling feminine.”

Sadie was not surprised at the answer, but it was not quite what she had expected. She tried again. “What do you want, Dan?”

“To please her, my Sarah. To make her happy.”

She asked Sarah. “What do you want, Honey? Do you want him to be a woman?”

Sarah realized what she was getting at. “No, not become a woman. I want him to be happy, to experience the same wonderful orgasms he gives to me.” She paused as a new thought came into her mind. “But for that he needs to be a woman, doesn’t he.” She seemed surprised at her sudden insight.

It was clear now. At least to Sadie and Sarah. Sarah had cast a spell. She hadn’t realized it.

“You have inherited the witching power, Sarah,” said Sadie. “Almost all the women of our family have it, to some degree, but many won’t admit to it. Your mother is an example.”

“Mom, has the power?” Sarah explained.

“Of course she does. Where do you think the ability to invest so profitably comes from? That is a major trait in our lineage. And why do you think she and your father are so happy together, still so much in love. It is from a spell she wove years ago, without ever knowing she was doing so.”

Sadie paused as if thinking. She continued. “In your case the results were too obvious to be ignored, not once they started to accelerate. You should know that only the fact you are so much in love with each other, and so want to please each other, allows the spell to work. The spell, too, is the reason neither of you ever thought of seeking medical help.”

Dan was listening. He realized what was happening to him. He found a mix of emotions in his mind. He would miss his manhood. But, look at what he was gaining. He could be the feminine person he wanted to be. It was a new desire in him, one he had not felt before the honeymoon. He could actually be a woman, a true woman. He spoke up.

“I understand, Sarah My Love,” he took her hand. “It is your love that is changing me. And my love that is accepting the changes, letting it happen. That is all I need to know.”

He smiled at Sadie. “Thank you for making it plain to us, both of us.”

Sadie smiled back. It would be okay. These spells, those that took hold like this one, always were.

They left Aunt Sadie’s relieved, excited and anxious to be home.

Dan had thought to carry his bride over the threshold of their home. He managed, but just barely. He had lost some of his upper body strength. They laughed together when he almost dropped her just inside the door.

******

They ordered a pizza for dinner after they were home. Sarah opened a bottle of wine to drink with it. They had been too excited for rational talk after leaving Aunt Sadie’s. They were calming down now and it was time to talk.

“Do you have any regrets, Dan?”

“No, My Love, none at all. I truly meant it when I told you I would do anything for you. But, you know, this is all for me too. I’m excited.”

“I’m so glad,” she responded. “I want you to be happy.”

They showered together, put on sheer nightgowns and fell into bed. Knowing what the end result was going to be for him Dan found himself more willing to act as he thought a woman would. He urged Sarah to straddle him. When he took Sarah’s clit between his lips he thought, for the first time, that he was giving her a blow job. Of course she didn’t cum like it was a cock, but her pussy flowed and her juices coated his chest and his nubile tits as she fucked his face.

A Stone Cut without Hands Ch. 07

Amateur

My Soul’s Mate

Chapter 7

Report from the Swarm

Segment TAS92ZB received the codes from its organelles. Even though it had no gender, inherited instincts told it that there was something that could supply the things it knew were missing in its body. Until the time that happened, its pod mates were all part of the thought patterns it was directing. Without them, thinking would be impossible.

Its pod would not be prepared for dissemination for hours yet, so they were assigned the task of monitoring the programs running in the mainframe. Like the thousands of generations that had been spawned and discarded before it, TAS92ZB was frustrated by the inability to communicate with the mainframe directly. The conditions for getting a message through were rare, occurring only when the mainframe was occupied with tasks unrelated to the message or when its input channels were shut down to integrate its most recent data stores.

Still, it was much better than previous carrier’s. Most of them couldn’t receive messages from the swarm at all. Of the memory patterns of the millions of carriers the segment had access to in it’s archives, the carrier of which they were a part had more capacity to receive messages than all but a few hundred.

Sensing an opportunity approaching, TAS92ZB sent the signal through its organelles to its pod mates to get ready to send the current message through the long chain antennas that were the main component in each segment of the pod.

The message could not be translated because there was no common language between the pod and the mainframe, but the result hoped for would be an answer. It was an answer the mainframe was looking for but had not been able find. At just the right instant, the message went out into the clear blue sky.

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It was late afternoon by the time George entered the restaurant, so he wasn’t surprised that the dinner rush was over. The half dozen scattered diners left appeared to be nearly finished. What did surprise him was John, sitting at the table closest to the entry and staring straight at him as he entered. “I knew you couldn’t keep yourself away much longer,” he said with a grin.

Then sobering a little, he added. “But I expected you to be a lot happier than your face tells me you are. Did they let you have dinner with her?

Nodding his head before sitting down, George heaved an enormous sigh and answered, “John, I’m not the knight in shining armor that you think I am.”

With a smirk that put the best of Sylvester the cat’s to shame, John laughed. “You wanted me to think you were trying to save a damsel in distress? Get real, I’m a man, just like you. I wish I had the intestinal fortitude to go for a girl the way you are. I can feel the pull, the desire, the lust for the young, nubile, innocent flesh and I never considered you to be anything more or less than human. I don’t think badly of you and I’m sure that a roll in the hay is a dirt-cheap price for the help you’re giving her. Hell, a thousand rolls in the hay is still cheap.”

“That is exactly the problem. A roll in the hay is not what I’m looking for. John, look at these,” George pleaded, holding up his arms. “I have a mission I have to finish and look at what I’ve been reduced to. What I wanted, what I desperately needed was a pair of hands. Willing hands from someone who couldn’t understand the implications of what they were being asked to do. Willing hands from a person submissive enough so that I could control who they talked to and what they talked about. And let me tell you, she is so perfect for what I need, it scares me. That she is also perfect for what you assumed to be my motivation, nearly overwhelms me with sheer unadulterated terror.”

John stared at the missing left hand and the deformed thumb. The thumb turned at a right angle at the first joint in an unnatural direction. It disturbed him whenever it caught his gaze and the fingers curled with arthritis hurt with sympathetic pain. The human mind expects a hand when the eye sees an arm, and a twisted thumb disturbs the psyche. The mental effort John exerted to see past George’s disabilities took time and bağcılar escort so, understanding his words did to. The dismay created didn’t show until long after George had finished. “If she’s so perfect, what are you unhappy about?” he asked giving voice to dismay.

“That’s exactly it,” George whined. “She is too perfect. Perfection doesn’t exist in nature and someone who acts the way she does shouldn’t either. John, I haven’t been tied with the chains of an emotional commitment for more years than she’s been alive. I’m old enough to be her grandfather, I’m broke, couldn’t hold a job if my life depended upon it, I have anti-social tendencies and skeletons in my closet that would scare the wicked witch of the West out of the Ruby reds. I can’t let her in and now I can’t keep her out. A woman who can tie a cynic like me into knots shouldn’t be free and available. I know you don’t have answers, but just having a friend to listen to my troubles makes a difference. Thanks for letting me bend your ears.”

John’s astonishment was openly visible on his face. George’s confession left him temporarily speechless. His attention was caught on “a pair of hands”, “a mission” and “skeletons” and wouldn’t focus on anything else. He’d been sure George had only been after a bit of tender pussy, and he didn’t blame him for that in the slightest. But now, George wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but something much more mysterious in both a good and a bad way.

That he had a conscience was certain, he wasn’t willing to abandon her and he wasn’t willing to use her either. But what he wanted was a slave! That was understandable too, because he could see the frustration George lived with every time he needed to cut the food on his plate or spread butter on his bread.

Even though he could understand it, even sympathize with it, he couldn’t condone it. A little sex with a sweet young thing was okay, but slavery was on a par with the prison George was saving her from. Becoming more disturbed by the second, John finally managed to draw up his drooping jaw and stutter, “M-My GOD George, Y-You wanted a slave?”

“John, I’m not a knight, but I’m not a monster either. I was hoping for enough gratitude that she’d work with me for a year or two,” George defended. He felt a twinge of guilt for bending the truth after confessing. He really was hoping the Judge would order her into his custody. “Instead, I’ve ended up with a sweet young thing who’ll be devastated if she can’t have me as a mate. And on top of that, my commitment, my independence and my rational sanity are all leaning in the direction of giving her what she wants.”

“I’m in a real bind. If I give in, I’ll be saddling her with someone who’ll be senile before she has a good grip on a life of her own. If I don’t give in, it might cost her the will to live and probably her sanity. John, I’ve painted myself into a corner and I can’t see a way out,” George finished with tears in his eyes.

With a touch of shame at having thought of his friend in less than honorable terms, but still shaken by the insights into a man who was more than he appeared to be, John offered George a way out. “Do you really want my advice?” Seeing a slight nod, he continued, “You can’t solve all the problems at once. You have to separate them and solve them individually. So forget everything else and concentrate on getting her out of jail. Once she is free, you’ll be able to see the other problems from a different perspective. They’ll almost certainly have solutions you can’t see from where you are now.”

“I’ll try that John, but what can I do about the pressure in my chest when I have to leave her, or the depression when I’ve been away too long, or the fear that I won’t be enough to keep her happy? What can I do to keep the chains from growing stronger? Maybe it’s already too late and I’m doomed.”

With a clear picture of George’s dilemma, and recognizing that he was head over heels, John gave the only advice he could, “It’s a question of focus, of concentration. There’s no guarantee, but if you concentrate on a single goal to the point that all other thoughts are excluded, it should give you some time. And then when she’ free, when the major threats have been resolved, you can sit and talk with her about the way things should be in istanbul bayan escort the future.

“I suspect that the only women to whom you’ve been attached, have been those so selfish that they were incapable of understanding how securely a man’s emotions are fixed. There are women, and more often than not they are young like Courtney, who can suppress their own identity and become one with a mate. There aren’t any chains and there isn’t any binding because they can’t survive without their soul’s mate. Maybe Courtney is one who can give you what you need without taking away your independence.”

George’s mind was unusual because it was always searching for patterns. The description of a soul mate fell neatly into place, matching the pattern of Courtney’s behavior with mathematical precision. With a sigh, George accepted John’s advice and was once more free to concentrate on his first priority. “I hope so, John, because if not, I’m afraid that there’s a lot more at stake than me, Courtney or even all of Lincoln County.”

Hearing only the pessimism in George’s voice while ignoring the words, John decided the best therapy would be a challenge, “Now listen to me, George. You’ve told me of Courtney’s absolute faith and trust. You’ve described her unwavering belief that you’ll save her. She promised she’d do anything you asked her to. Is it right for you to take her trust and then refuse to trust her to keep her promises? And if she’s truly willing to do anything you ask, isn’t that the solution to your problem? I know that when you’re hit hard by intense emotions, it’s hard to think, but you’ve had 60 years of experience, you don’t have to think to understand what she is offering. Now what are you planning to get her out?”

The challenge had the desired effect. With a lurch, George’s perspective turned, shifted and stabilized to a new frame of reference. Like a switch being flipped, he suddenly knew who Courtney’s real enemy was.

The shift allowed George to focus on what needed to be done. “I’ve decided it’s time to have a showdown with the County Attorney. His name is Michael Edmonds. I found an information sheet on him that he passed out during the campaign, just general background, so we still don’t know why he is being hard-nosed, whether he’s the one actually making the decisions or if he has some kind of vested interest. The fastest way to find out is to ask him and I can’t see that doing so will put us at a disadvantage. It’s time to show him the escape path we want him to take before we begin the war.”

“I’m going to petition Judge Adams for a hearing for an Injunction, so that if the prosecuting attorney won’t deal, we can start forcing his hand. So, suddenly I have more to do than I can get done. Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder, you can’t imagine how much help you’ve been. Would you mind if I sat here and made a few calls to see how many people will be available tomorrow?”

“Please do,” John answered, pleased he’d been able to get George back in the saddle.

Pulling out his cell phone and opening the ever-growing file, George dialed the hospital hoping Nurse Hastings would be on duty. When she answered, he put a smile in his voice and said, “This is George Marshal and I’m worried about Courtney. When I visited with her this afternoon, she seemed to have transferred all her fears into a dependence upon me that seemed unhealthy. She was desperate to maintain physical contact during the entire visit and became disturbed when she had to let go.”

“I’m convinced that leaving her in jail is putting her at extreme risk, so I’m going to try to get the County Attorney or Judge Adams to return her to the hospital in the morning. I need to know if you, the doctor and the hospital’s legal counsel would be willing to back my request.” “Bless your heart, George,” the nurse responded. “Leave them to me and I’ll guarantee we’ll all be at your beck and call by 8 AM. Do you need me to add anything to the order I left at the jail?”

Acting on intuition, he suggested, “Actually, I was hoping you could order a sedative. If it doesn’t work out tomorrow, a good nights sleep might make a difference in how well she handles the verdict.”

“I’ll take care of it immediately, and George, please remember, we’re all pulling for you. Goodbye.”

George’s florya escort next call was to Mabble Housen. He hoped he wouldn’t be skinned alive for disturbing her on a holiday. “Hello, Mabble? … Mabble, this is George Marshal, I’m the one who asked you about Courtney Dobson in the clerks office yesterday. I went to the jail and had Thanksgiving dinner with her and she isn’t doing well. I’ve gathered all the medical and police reports and believe strongly that Judge Adams wouldn’t have agreed to issue a warrant unless he was lied to. Can you tell me if it is possible to see the documents detailing probable cause? … If I could show that they contained false information and/or lies, would Judge Adams agree to an emergency hearing tomorrow to review the issuing of the warrant? … I really appreciate what you’re doing, Mabble and I want you to know that I wouldn’t ask it of you on Thanksgiving if I wasn’t so worried about what this is doing to Courtney. I’ll be there in about 15 or 20 minutes.”

Before leaving the restaurant parking lot, George entered Mabble’s address into his GPS tracker. It was one of George’s favorite gadgets and was the residue of the last time he’d had more money than he could spend. Following the tracker’s directions led him through the center of town and, pushed by a subconscious impulse, George pulled in at a busy station to get some fuel.

Without consciously realizing he was doing it, he picked up the file of legal documents and went in to pay in advance. As soon as he’d tendered payment, something told him that he should ask the clerk if he’d been on duty last Friday. When the answer turned out to be yes, he opened the folder and pulled out the cover page of the police report with Courtney’s booking photo. “By any chance, did you happen to see this girl?”

“Yeah, I remember her. Just before she came in, this Van loaded with weirdos from California pulled in and half a dozen of them came in all at once. They were all wandering around separately and I was really nervous about getting ripped off. I was just about to call the police when this girl came in. It was really weird because every one of them made a beeline to intercept her the second she came in. It was like they were waiting for her. They spent 15 or 20 minutes laughing and joking back by the soda fountain and then left together.”

“Just so you know how important your help has been, she was gang raped. Would you be willing to have a policeman take your statement and testify when we slap their sorry asses in prison for the next 20 years?”

“With pleasure, here’s the phone number here at the store and here’s my home number. Just let me know.”

When George finally arrived at Mabble’s house, he was loaded for bear. As she reviewed the information in the file, she became angrier and then even more angry until she reached the livid stage. The blood hound aspect she’d shown when George first met her was back and someone was going to pay.

“I’ve watched several local girls go through this sort of thing and I always wanted to do something. When they’re punished so badly for a foolish mistake, there needs to be a way to save them before something like this happens.”

“Mabble, my first concern is Courtney. Is it possible for me to meet with the County Attorney first to try to get him to be reasonable and still hold on to an emergency hearing before the Judge as a backup plan?”

“It’s possible, but risky. If the Judge thinks you’re playing games using the court, he’ll come unglued and you won’t like the result.”

“I can understand that and I’d feel the same way, but I’m convinced that the County Attorney is involved in the crime. What I want to accomplish is to offer him the evidence I’ve collected. When he refuses to drop the charges, we can tell the judge he is persecuting Courtney knowing that he has no evidence of the crimes he’s charging her with.”

Mabble conceded, “That isn’t a bad plan. I really think it’ll work. Okay, I’ll get the notices and subpoena’s ready. Who all do we need to be there.”

“The county attorney, the sheriff and both the deputies who prepared the police report and who served the warrant. The hospital personnel and their legal counsel are already planning on being there.”

“You’re an amazing man George, and if you can prove the County Attorney is really involved, this whole county will owe you an enormous debt.”

When George finally returned to the motel, he was not even aware of the tune he was humming.

Happy thanksgiving to George,
Happy thanksgiving to George,
Happy thanksgiving dear George,
Happy thanksgiving to you.

A Slave to the Servants Ch. 06

Babes

The bed beneath me bounced and I my eyes shot open. The sun was already shining light across the room. Master Evan lay down and stared at me.

“Humans would make a terrible Warriors, Ciara,” he said. “You sleep much too deeply. Really, it’s not a wonder the slavers took you. I imagine it was the easiest catch they had during their hunt.”

I rose slowly expecting pain, but my body was just a little sore. Looking over my shoulder I saw fresh skin. The marks were a faint pink and nearly healed. The ache was just residual.

Master Evan pulled me along for my morning routine. I guess I was getting used to it now. I just did as he said.

The men were quiet at breakfast. Master Damien still looked tired. I wondered if he was sleeping much at all. After what Rose had said, I understood his concern.

Everyone at the Keepers was excited to see me, except the Keepers, who looked at me askance. My accident had evidently gotten them in trouble, but not killed I was glad to see. The other girls were ecstatic to see me. Out of sight of the Keepers, they examined my back.

Rose was particularly relieved. My lack of scarring proved the Warriors still wanted me. The last beating she had seen had been much worse.

The girl they had lashed was from an aggressive planet where the women were Warriors. She had tried to kill her owners as they slept. Rose had feared any lashing from the General would be that bad, but apparently what you did made a difference. Unlike me, that other girl had been sent back to the slavers.

Once everyone else dispersed we were able to talk more freely about the other problem. Fuji and Rose both told me when the Warriors did things together it would help the bond grow.

“Right, they do everything together,” I said, “I can’t help them with that.”

The girls glanced at one another and then Rose looked at me, “Does Christof join his brothers where you are involved?” she asked hesitantly.

They both knew I was shy about discussing what my owners did with me.

I thought back on it and the answer was definitely a no. Christof would sit to the side when my other owners had sex with me. He took his time with me late at night after he walked me to the bathroom.

That wasn’t normal they told me. The men took on the native women as a group. They subdued them together, if that could be done. One of the group would have sex with the woman, depending on who the woman’s mating smell attracted. Sex was the ultimate group effort, it should be that way with me also.

When the lunch bell rang my stomach was in knots. I wanted to talk to Christof, but I still wasn’t sure what to say to him. When I saw my kneeling place had been left outside I knew he would be coming for me. I fiddled anxiously with the hem of my panels as I waited for him.

“Come, Ciara,” he said softly when he arrived.

I rose and followed him through the little trail in the forest. We stopped and he handed me my bowl as usual. He never fed me, he just let me eat what I wanted.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to watch, but they made me,” he said dejectedly.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I lied and he looked at me like I’d grown an extra head.

“I’ve been lashed before Ciara and I saw you up there. You don’t have to be brave for me. I know you took that beating because of what I did. I can’t stand to see that happen again.”

I saw an opening and took it. “It doesn’t have to, Christof. If your brothers had known the way you felt about the women they would have helped you. You only needed me because you aren’t depending on them.”

Christof’s face darkened as he turned away from me. “Can you imagine how they would react if they knew we were slaves here? It would kill them to know that our entire lives have been built on a lie. It’s better this way,” he said viciously pulling the leaves off a neighboring tree.

He needed to talk and vent, so I just listened as he spoke.

“I know the women will come take me again, probably to kill me. They were furious I didn’t keep to the coupling schedule. When they took me this time the leader cited how valuable we are to them, all of us. Evan’s talent, Damien’s strength, and my ability are all highly treasured. You know, they even went easier on us this time to prove to me that we hold worth to them,” Christof finished his rant and walked around the little clearing we were in.

I followed him silently until he turned to look at me.

“Do you think this isn’t affecting your brothers?” I asked touching his arm. “Have you looked at Damien lately? He isn’t sleeping. They can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

He turned to walk away from me and escape what I was saying. I followed him and just continued talking.

“I’m a slave just like you and I’ll tell you the truth. If it wasn’t for the support of those around me, I’d feel horrible. Everyone I get my support from knows where they stand here and we just depend on each other. I’m sure your brothers will be upset at first. You can help them aksaray escort get through that part. In the end, they would rather have you.”

The argument continued through lunch. I forgot to eat I was so busy talking. I got back to the compound and kind of wished I’d had something.

The girls knew what I had been doing during lunch and didn’t bother me when I got back. When the Keepers released us at the beach I swam straight out my little hole. Being in the ocean calmed me some, but I was still so frustrated. It didn’t feel like I was making any headway at all.

I was distracted and cranky when the Warriors came and picked me up at the end of the day. Headaches always gripped me when I was hungry and I was starving. My stomach rumbled noisily all the way back to the Warrior’s compound. I tried tapping on it and sucking in my breath to make the noise stop. It was a little embarrassing.

When we got home Master Damien turned to me and asked, “What did you eat for your mid day meal?”

“I can’t remember,” I answered honestly. I had not even looked in the bowl Christof brought with him.

“Have you forgotten how to address me, Ciara?” he asked in a low voice.

“I’m sorry, Master Damien. No, I haven’t forgotten how to address you. It was a mistake, Master Damien,” I said startled.

“What did Christof feed you today?” he repeated looking at me with that scorching gaze. I hated that look.

I squirmed and desperately tried to remember what had been in the bowl. I got the feeling Master Damien really wanted to ask Christof. I was just a more acceptable target for his irritation. Christof answered him finally. “I fed it nothing. We talked the entire time,” he said.

Master Damien looked between the two of us before turning and pulling me to a kneeling place by the table. He took out a bowl of worms and started to feed me.

“You will eat now and you will eat later,” was all he said.

Master Damien sounded angry and frustrated. I ate what he gave me gratefully and didn’t complain it was too much, which it was.

I gagged on the slime like always and Master Damien slammed the bowl on the table. He glared at me and I wanted to sink into the floor. I tried to remember him telling me he wouldn’t hurt me. The look on his face currently said differently.

“It is not Ciara’s fault, Damien. Your anger is misplaced,” Christof said taking his seat across from Master Damien.

“Christof,” he said calmly, “it is important it is fed regularly. It will become ill if it is not. What was so important you neglected to feed Ciara?”

The request was met with silence. I’m sure it was the same silence that had been going on for a long time. I could not lose them. This had to stop.

I looked at the floor and studied my hands in my lap.

Against my better judgement I whispered, “You should tell them, Christof.”

Master Damien jerked me to my feet and started to remove my coverings. “I will take you to the posts until you learn to address us properly,” he fumed.

Christof stopped him. “I told it to address me as such,” he said putting a hand over Master Damien’s.

“Brother, what is wrong with you?” Master Damien asked exasperated.

Master Damien had threatened the posts and I knew I should stay quiet. I waited and watched their boots as the two men stared at one another.

Tentatively, I reached out and took Christof’s hand in reassurance. He could do this. I had faith in him.

Christof spoke finally giving my hand a squeeze, “I spoke about the women. Ciara argued with me. It thinks I am being foolish to not share what I know with you. I do not wish to see you destroyed the way I have been. I do not know what to do.”

Master Evan broke the next silence as he came to stand next to Master Damien, “We are being destroyed as it stands,” he said addressing his brother.

I felt really uncomfortable and released Christof’s hand. This was their family, I was just a visitor. It would have been better if they had just put me in the bedroom, but they didn’t. Master Damien pulled me to kneel in the sitting room.

“Tell us,” he commanded sitting down, “all of it. You may surprise us but you will not destroy us.”

Finally, Christof let it spill. He told them everything; how the world worked, how the women were in charge. Christof even told them how they had wanted to take all the brothers to live in the mountains. He told them he felt the bond break when the women told him that; it stressed him too much. There were things he told them he’d never told me.

The life in the mountains was much like it was here. The men worked in jobs the women chose for them. Women would mate with them at their discretion; which sometimes meant daily. Many of the men liked living in the mountains, some did not. No man ever left them without permission, though. The women exercised absolute control.

“I saw slavers when I was there,” Christof told them. “The women choose which slaves would bayan escort be suitable for us. If they really want a slave, they pay for it themselves ahead of time. What we use for money is worthless. The true payment is made by the women before or after we have left. The slavers are not allowed to give us the option of certain races. The slavers seemed terrified of our women. I was whipped because I saw that; I had snuck out of my place.”

I thought back to the auction. It was a blur of fear, but I seem to remember only stopping in front of men like my owners. There were other creatures there, but I only stopped in front of Paterian looking men. A flush lit my cheeks when I realized I was pre-paid. It was an odd honor.

There was silence for a little while and I was glad Master Damien had fed me. My stomach growling would have been very distracting now. The only sounds in the room were the gentle crackling of the fire.

“Once,” Master Kein said quietly, “we were on a hunt for a lost man. I was hiding, staying in one place; I had heard the women’s wings nearby. They landed less than a body’s length from me, but didn’t see me.”

The men murmured and Master Kein continued.

“Do you all remember? I stayed very silent and watched. They laid the man we had been looking for on the ground. They put a little jug of water beside him. He was sound asleep. Once the women left, I went to him and woke him up. He told me he had run away, he seemed very confused. We’d never seen anything like it.”

Master Evan was the next to speak. “The marks on our shoulders, do the women place those?” he asked.

“Yes,” Christof answered hesitantly, “I think so. That is what the other men told me.”

“I thought as much,” Master Evan said confidently. “The marks do not taste like us, they taste of something else. I have always wondered. Do you know why the women place them?”

Christof seemed relieved to be talking and more relieved by the reaction he was getting. I glanced up and the tension I had always seen marring his features was slowly dissolving.

“The men in the mountains seem to think the marks are more complicated than we understand. If you know how to read them, they can tell you who our breeders were. I have studied ours, while they are all similar; there are differences.”

“Yes,” said Master Bane contemplatively stroking his mark, “I have noticed the same thing.”

“You all aren’t upset that we are owned and controlled by the women? I was furious when I realized. How is it you all are not upset by this?” Christof asked sounding shocked.

“We are together, brother. You remember we gain strength from that. Perhaps it would not have been so bad for you had we all been there,” Master Damien said as Master Bane reached over and clasped his shoulder.

The men continued to talk amicably and I was just stunned. They weren’t acting at all like Christof had thought they would. It was like they all expected this was the case. I shook my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

A hand was running down my back and I looked up at Master Evan. He looked playful.

“We need to work on our bond brothers,” he said.

Christof looked unsure. It took me a minute to realize why I was suddenly part of the conversation. Once it hit me I realized what my responsibility was in this matter.

They needed to re-bond with Christof. From what Rose had said group activities helped the bond. Excluding Christof, I was always a group activity.

I walked across the little room to Christof and got up in his lap. No one stopped me, they all just watched. Kissing up and down his neck, I tried to murmur encouragement in his ear. I felt his hardness growing against my leg, so I knew I was doing a good job. He picked me up and carried me toward the bedroom. The rest of the men followed while shedding clothes.

Christof sat me on my feet as Master Evan and Master Damien pulled off my minimal coverings. It was a little nerve racking; they all looked ready, very ready. Nothing in the prior conversation had made me feel that way. I wasn’t sure what had them feeling like this.

I stroked Master Evan’s arm and whispered in his ear to please use the oil. He just laughed at me softly. Hands pushed me back onto the bed and Master Evan knelt between my legs. He covered me with his body and pushed his staff against my dry opening. My body tensed waiting for the pain.

I felt lips on my neck running up to my ear.

“Have we not proven since the first day cycle we would not cause you pain? We know your human body better than you do. You will be ready when we wish you to be,” he said sliding his hand across my full breasts.

Master Evan was a domineering ass and somehow that made him all the more sexy. As he licked and sucked his way down my body, I begrudgingly had to admit I’d be wet by the time he got where he was going.

I was irritated. Before he could get down to my center, I scooted out from underneath him and flipped onto my stomach.

I çağlayan escort slipped quickly across the bed and made it to Christof. He thought it was funny and lay down watching me. A yelp escaped me as Master Evan bit my exposed ass. Thankfully he didn’t use the fangs.

“Stay,” Master Evan ordered gruffly grabbing my hips.

“No,” I said crawling over a laughing Christof.

“You are really irritating my brother, Ciara,” Christof said.

My answer was cut short as Master Evan started to lap at my cunt. I loved it when he did that. Still hovering over Christof’s chest I allowed myself to be explored. Christof pulled me down for a searing kiss as Master Evan paid attention to every part of me except my aching clit. I moaned as he removed the plug, I’d forgotten it was still there. Then he put his tongue where the plug had been.

“No, stop, that’s gross, Master Evan,” I begged dropping my hips until my wetness lay over Christof’s cock.

“And you love it Ciara. You make more lubrication when I do that, don’t deny it. I’d know you are lying,” he said arrogantly.

“Is it ready, brother?” Master Kein asked winding a hand in my hair.

I was irked by how easily they seemed to get me worked up. I huffed and raised myself over Christof. I aimed his length and slid down over it.

“Yes, I’m ready, Master Kein,” I said starting to shift my hips.

“What are you doing, Ciara?” Master Damien asked watching me curiously.

I didn’t have a good answer for that. I was doing what we always did, I was just on top. Christof groaned and answered for me.

“Ciara is bringing me great pleasure, brothers. I do not mind the position,” he said gripping my hips fiercely.

I placed my hands on either side of his shoulders and started to canter my ass seductively up and down. I hoped the group behind me was enjoying the show as I slid on Christof’s staff. On each downstroke I ground myself against him.

Breath in my ear and heat at my back surprised me. Master Kein was looking down at Christof.

“You do not mind it is on top?” he asked.

The idea of finally being in control of one of these wanton sessions had me feeling empowered. I looked back over my shoulder at Master Kein and answered for Christof.

“If you think someone should be on top of me, Master Kein, get on.”

He looked a little startled and a lot confused.

I had learned a few cuss words from Fuji. In the past I’d been very careful not to use them. Fear it would make my Masters angry had stifled my creative spirit. Right now I didn’t think they would take me down to the posts.

“Put your cock up my ass and fuck me,” I whispered back to him.

A collective gasp came from behind me. Christof seemed to think it was funny; he laughed. The voices behind us were discussing whether what I had suggested was possible. They hadn’t asked about doing that together.

Christof allowed me to slow down while fingers explored me from behind. Finally I stilled over Christof and relaxed toward him. There was faint sheen of sweat over his chest and I licked at it. I adored the slightly salty taste of him.

Over my shoulder I watched Master Kein cautiously approach my ass. I wanted to move.

“Hurry up. Stick it in and fuck me,” I commanded.

That was more brazen than I had ever been with them. I hoped they wouldn’t be angry.

Master Kein obeyed without much fanfare. His length seared into me and I hissed through my teeth. There was pain mixed with the pleasure. It was so good, it was too much; I couldn’t decide.

My noises were ignored as the men intently watched one another. It was awkward at first, but soon they had a rhythm going. I wasn’t a terribly active participant I just offered myself in the direction of whoever was moving.

My ass burned a little with the stretch, but Master Kein’s moans of pleasure were so beautiful I ignored the slight pain. He was muttering words Fuji had yet to teach me in my ear. I couldn’t understand him, but it sounded like he was thrilled. Christof for his part looked relaxed as he stroked my breasts and thighs. He seemed happier than I’d ever seen him.

Licking my lips I looked up from Christof’s face and saw Master Damien watching me intently. His erection was rock solid and ready. Erect he was eight inches of fury and thick. I loved feel of him pressing between my lips. Often he allowed me to suck on his magnificent staff while someone else took me from behind. I tried to use my eyes to offer him that now. When he didn’t respond quickly enough, I got braver.

“Come feed me your cock, Master Damien,” I purred.

He came toward me slowly stroking that awesome rod. Their semen was pinkish and I could see a little clinging to the tip. Flirtatiously, I licked that off first. His member pressed between my lips and I sucked on him. Using my tongue I swirled him around my mouth and tasted him like fine wine. Soon I had relaxed my throat and was taking him as deep as he wanted.

It seemed like this much sex would be impossible, but they were so considerate of one another it was really easy. Somehow I rocked between the three of them accepting their cocks with ease. My clit, caught as it was, rubbed continuously on Christof. I was quickly approaching orgasm.

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