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Damage Control

Erin and Marcus met Lana, Clare and Michael in the middle of ‘Central Park.’ Clare and Michael were happy to see Erin again and were amazed at the change in her demeanor. Lana introduced the younger prizes to her mentor. Clare nearly jumped into his arms, giving him an exuberant hug and kiss. Michael bowed slightly and shook his hand. They chatted for a bit and then Lana said they had to go.

As they approached the First Cohort’s compound they heard a commotion taking place. Someone – a woman from the sound – was yelling and screaming obscenities. It sound as if other were struggling with her.

As they entered the compound they saw a woman was hitting and clawing at a man on the ground, who was trying to protect his head. Two men and a woman were trying to gain control of the woman and calm her down. Still others just stood where they were watching the proceedings occur, without getting involved.

Lana moved quickly over to them and yelled at the top of her lungs, “What the hell is going on here?”

Except for the man trying to control the screaming woman everyone’s eye locked on the tall long-haired woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Another woman who was struggling with the one who was out of control gasped, wie-eyed, “Dana has gone completely over the edge. The Grim Reaper kept pushing her and she just snapped!”

Lana called out to the men who were standing around and ordered them to help control the woman and drag her off the man on the ground. She instructed Erin to go with them ad get the woman called down. She then instructed Clare and Michael to find out what happened, by talking to the others.

As the Grim Reaper picked himself up off the ground. Lana commanded, “Sean, I’s like a word with you. Now!”

She turned on her heels and stalked away and he limped after her. They went into the second common room. Lana opened the door to her quarters and walked, with Sean following.

When the door closed, she said, “Boishi Moi! What the hell happened out there?”

Sean shook his head and said, “I guessed I pushed her a little too far. I never thought she’d grow a pair of balls and actually attack me.”

As he said this, his head throbbed with each word. Sean went on to give a summary of the past two weeks, not holding anything back. He had learned long ago not to hide anything from Svetlana.

Lana kept her emotions in check. She knew her lover’s ego was damaged enough as is. He didn’t need her stomping on it as well.

“Didn’t you hear her profile,” she asked.

“Yes, I did,” Sean said, defending himself and added, “I may not have read all of it, but I did read it.”

Lana trying hard to conceal her disappointment said, “If you had read all of it, you would have seen that has been a victim of verbal and emotional abuse, for most of her life,” and added, “You made a bad situation worse.”

“lyubovnik, I don’t mean to be harsh, but I know you mean well. You want them to do their best, but you can’t achieve that by breaking them. Tempering the metal strengthens it, not constantly bashing it with a hammer.”

He hung his head in shame at this and she came to him and embraced him. “We all make mistakes,” she said and after a pause concluded, “It’s how we deal with those mistakes that helps us to grow. We will make things right. Stay here. I will speak to the others and we will begin making things right.

– – – –

Outside, while Clare and Michael were speaking to several of the hoplites, Erin was dealing with her first crisis as a Prize. It took several minutes to calm the woman down she just seemed to collapse. Erin learned that the two men were name Jorge and Dennis, while the lady’s name was Beth. The woman who they had been fighting to control was Dana.

Although she had been fighting like a harpy a few minutes ago, Dana now laid motionless and limp. From studying information on the data pad during her training Erin knew this was catatonic shock. The trauma Dana had suffered had completely overwhelmed her and her brained had unplugged itself. Dennis sat on the ground holding her in his arms. Jorge and Beth were both crying. They sat on the ground for several minutes until Lana walked up to them and asked Erin how the woman was doing.

“She collapsed,” Erin said.

Lana nodded her head and said, “Here’s what we are going to do. Clare, Michael and I are going to get the situation in order here. You are going to care for Dana.”

“Me,” Erin asked, completely blindsided, “Why not you? You’re the expert!”

Lana said a curt, “Nyet! NO! I am needed out here. Marcus has told me the level of talent you possess. It’s time for you to put that talent to use.”

Lana gave here a code and coordinates to enter in the holographic array.

“This is a very tranquil setting. It should help.”

Lana asked Dennis and Jorge to carry Dana to Erin’s quarters. She then consoled Beth and said her friend would be aright and she could rejoin the others.

Remembering where she was from two weeks ago, bayburt escort Erin led them to her room. As they were walking away, she could hear Lana gathering the others around her, to inform them of what was happening.

– – – –

As Dana returned to consciousness, she heard crashing surf. It sounded so peaceful. Then, she heard a CLANG of metal striking something and then a woman exclaiming, “Goddammit, missed again!”

She opened her eyes and for the second time in recent memory wondered how she got here. The last thing she remembered was working-out and the Irishman berating her and now she was on a beach. It then hit her that all of this must be another holographic projection.

CLANG! “Well shit,” exclaimed the voice.

Dana sat up and looked around. The beach was on the edge of a tropical forest. Palm trees filled with coconuts lined the beach’s landward edge. A few paces away, a tall blue-skinned woman was swinging a machete over her head with both hands and was bringing it down. She wore a sarong around her waist and had close-cropped bluish-silver hair.

She rose from the blanket that someone provided her to lay on and said, “Hello!”

The woman paused in mid-stroke and turned toward the source of the greeting that had been called to her. Dana noticed that her hair was cut very short on the sides and back and longer on top, forming bangs in front that hung down over her right eye.

As the woman swept the hair from her eyes with her hand and smiled brightly, set down the machete against a log and walked toward her. As she approached Dana began to detect a scent of honey on the air, which smelled very nice.

“Hello, my name is Erin,” introducing herself and offering her right hand in greeting.

Dana noticed now there was some type of jewelry on her forearm and had a series of LED’s on it. She lightly shook the offered hand. Erin was almost a head taller than she was.

“Where are we, Erin and what were you doing with the machete,” she asked, point past her to where the taller woman had been.

“I think we’re on one of the Hawaiian Islands. Lana, I mean Svetlana gave me the coordinates and settings for it. When we got here I wanted to make us a snack. I’ve gathered some mangoes and was trying to open a coconut. I love it and hope you do too,” she said with a warm smile.

“Would you like some help,” Dana asked.

Erin’s smiled broadened further and said, “Absolutely!”

They walked back to where Erin had been. Erin had a large coconut resting on a log. Dana hefted the machete. She reset the coconut in a small notched on the log. She raised the machete in one hand and brought of down in a swift, strong swing and lopped off the top of the nut and only allowing a little of the milk spilled-out.

Erin was very pleased and hopped up and down clapping her hands. She picked-up the coconut and said, “To the victor goes the spoils,” offering the nut to her Erin continued, “Would you like a drink.”

Dana gratefully accepted the large nut and took a drink. The fragrant milk was delicious and she drank a large mouthful. She wiped her lips and then gave it back to Erin saying, “Wow! That’s good.”

“I know,” Erin said agreeing with her. She put the coconut to her lips and finished off the milk.” Even it’s its fake, it still tastes good.”

Dana turned to look at the water, amazed that all of this was an illusion.

Erin said, “It looks like the water interests you. If you could do me a favor,” holding up the coconut, “Could you chop this open for me? I’ll get the meat out for us and you can go for a swim.”

Dana readily agreed. In a few swift strokes of the machete, the coconut was broken open into several pieces that exposed a thick layer of the fruit’s meat inside. Erin sat down and began pulling out chunks and putting them in a woven palm frond bowl with pieces of mango.

Dana stuck the machete in the sand and said, “I’ll be back.”

She walked down to the beach and stood in the tidal band. As the waves came up on the beach dissipating energy, the warm water cascaded over her feet. It felt so good. Instead of walking out into the surf, she splashed out into the water, trying to time things just right. As a wave crested she dove into it. When she broke up onto the surface, she was treading water. She floated on her back with her eyes closed for several minutes, enjoying the sun. Afterward, she swam back to shore.

She let the surf carry her up onto the beach. When she stood she saw that she was completely dry. She shook her head in amazement. To verify the fact, she reached down and grabbed two handfuls of water and let it cascade down her body and again she found the result was the same. She turned and walked back up the beach. Erin waved at her and she returned the salutation. She was now sitting on the beach blanket and Dana joined her.

As she sat down Dana said, “That was the first water I’ve felt since I’ve been here. For being fake, it felt SO good.”

Erin said she was glad that bilecik she felt refreshed. She pushed the palm frond bowl toward her and encouraged her to eat something. Dana took a piece of mango and bit into it. The fruit was juicy and ripe. Some juice dribbled down her chin and she used her hand to wipe it off and then she licked her fingers. As she chewed, the sounds she made indicated she thought the fruit was delicious.

Erin then asked, “How have you been doing since the flight? You were the flight attendant in first class. I was sitting between an elderly woman and an older man. You got me some wine just before the crash happened.”

Dana remembered her, but not as she currently appeared. She thought, “Wow. The Caretakers really gave her a makeover.”

Dana looked away for a moment. When she looked at Erin again, she wiped tears from her eyes and said with a quivering voice filled with emotion, “The aliens made this place sound like it was Heaven, but frankly the last two-weeks have mostly been Hell.”

Dana went on to describe her experiences how she had tried her best, but it had never been good enough for the Irishman, even lasting as long as she did in the arena. She went on to say she probably would have broken down sooner if it hadn’t been for Beth, Jorge and especially Dennis.

Erin got up and moved to sit beside her. With a hand, she placed Dana’s head on her shoulder and hugged her. Erin said, “It sounds like it has been hell. If you would like, I can help you feel better,” she then asked, “Would you like for me to help?”

Dana sat up and wiped her eyes again and asked, “What are you going to?”

“As a Prize,” Erin said, “I can’t remove harmful memories, but I can suppress them so they no longer cause you pain or prevent you from becoming who you’re supposed to be. The Caretakes can heal and improve our physical bodies, but our emotional wounds and broken spirits enter Eden with us. The prizes are the Caretakes solution to the problem. I would never impose on your privacy. I think I can help you if you give me permission.” She finished by asking, “Would you like that?”

With a look of pain and deep sadness, Dana nodded her head and said through another bout of tears, “My spirit is broken and my emotional gas tank is running on fumes. If you can heal that, I would FOREVER be in your debt.”

Erin flashed another lovely smile, reached out a hand to wipe away the tears streaming down Dana’s cheek and said, “It’s my pleasure to help, in any way I can!”

She crossed her leg and sat Indian-style and patted her lap. She then instructed Dana to lay on her back and lay her head in her lap. She asked her to close her eyes and breath deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth. She spoke soothingly to her and began lightly massaging her temples and lightly rubbing her forehead and cheeks. This was followed by lightly touching the lobe of her ears. She moved her hands back to Dana’s temples and slid them to the back of her head.

With her eyes closed, Erin began seeing a kaleidoscope of images flashing before her eyes. When she found the right spot, she lightly present with her index fingers. She felt Dana briefly tense and breath a sharp gasp. Erin saw an explosion of white light and it felt like she was flying. The sensation of her first counseling was exhilarating beyond belief.

– – – –

In a flash, Erin was standing in the living room of an apartment or small house. Trash littered the floor and a man in a Marine Corps uniform and a young woman were arguing. A baby girl was sitting on the floor. Erin knew this was baby Dana. A stuffed animal was by her side and she was playing with letter blocks. The woman was arguing with the man in uniform about his drinking. The man in a flash lashed out and struck the woman. The force of the blow drove her back against the wall and she slumped to the floor. The man began kicking and stomping her as she screamed for someone to help.

Erin felt a chill course through her body and she recognized it as Dana’s fear. The six-month-old’s eyes were wide and she began crying. The man kicked at her with his foot and as he did so, Erin felt as if she had been struck by lightning as the fear was no coupled with pain. She heard the infant’s thoughts, “Daddy don’t hurt mommy! I’ll do better, just don’t hurt mommy!”

Dana’s father had killed her mother. The poor little girl was passed from one dysfunctional relative’s family to another and with each transfer, Erin felt colder. She suffered emotional and verbal abuse in each family and was finally removed from all of them at age five and placed in the foster care system.

The poor girl was them passed from one family to another, as happens with many children in the system. She was ridiculed in school and by other children in the home she was placed with. She discovered that by touching her developing clitoris it would comfort her during the times of severe stress she suffered. Often when the foster parents saw her, they called what she was bingöl escort doing dirty and that she was a little pervert. Many times, she was punished by these foster parents, just for trying to find relief from the stress she was suffering from.

She had an indominable willpower and it seemed she had to fight for everything she got. As a teen and young adult, she drifted from one verbally and emotionally abusive relationship to another. One relationship left her pregnant and the little boy became the life ring she was desperately grasping for.

She got a job as a flight attendant and she juggled having a career and being a single mom. She made some good friend with the apartment building she lived in and they watched young Jase when she was on flight rotation. Her beauty made her the target for many pilots and co-pilots on the make. Because of her inability to have a stable relationship and her inability to connect with people, she felt a constant loneliness.

One coworker, Beth, encouraged her to attend a martial arts class. Dana found that she was quite good at taekwondo and it also helped to improve her self-image. She advanced to black belt and even competed in several tournaments. Jase became fascinated with obstacle course competitions and loved the TV show, Survivor and he got Dana hooked on them as well. Although Dana was very fit for being in her forties, she didn’t have enough confidence to try it herself.

Another co-worker Dixie Liu, a petite Chinese firebrand had urged her to see the world when they were on layovers. Her, Dixie and Beth (and other attendants) would hang out together, but Dana always felt uncomfortable and was reserved with others. She didn’t realize that her abusive past had made it all but impossible for her to have any type of healthy relationship, with others. Her life fell into a very lonely routine, bordering on alcoholism. Most nights she would have several drinks by herself – she told herself she would never become an drunk like her father – and then she would masturbate in her darkened bedroom (or the hotel room she stayed in during trips) and then cry herself to sleep.

Erin felt as if she would freeze, it was so cold. She wondered if this was what loneliness felt like.

She then saw images from the last two-weeks. Because of her previous abuse, the verbal jabs and emotional abuse immediately took her back to her abusive childhood. As Dana fought against it, anger rose within her. Erin felt the cold replaced by a burning heat. The feeling of burning subsided briefly, when she met Dennis Foster.

If ever someone needed a Cinderella story, this was it. Erin centered herself, spread her arms, pushed off the ground and then took flight in Dana’s memories back to her beginning. When she arrived there, she set to work.

Dana became the youngest child of stern but very loving and caring father. He was a Marine, who was fortunate enough to be stationed in southern California for most of his long career. Dana had the same light blonde hair and looks as her mother. She had three older brothers. They had gotten married very young and quickly started a family. As the boys got older, the mother had longed for a daughter. They made several attempts to conceive and after two miscarriages, the third time was the charm. Nine-months later little Dana was born into the world.

Dana’s father had to leave on occasional deployments and in her infantile mind she wondered where da-da was and would become sad, mirroring the emotions of ma-ma. Things would change; however, because she then remembered being in a big crowd of people. Ma-ma was holding her and then she saw da-da and she was happy again.

In her memories, Dana would now remember losing her mother at a very young age to a terrible sickness called cancer. Her father was grief stricken at the loss of the love of his life, but he vowed to do the best job he could being a single parent. Her father pulled strings to get an assignment at the Marine Corps ‘boot camp’ outside of San Diego, so that he could raise his four children.

Dana was truly her father’s little girl. Although she had a few pink outfits, red and gold were her colors. Her favorite stuffed animal was Chesty, her bull dog that dad had given her. He worshipped the ground she walked on and he called her, “His little Bull Dog.” She remembered playing drill instructor games. She would wear her dad’s Drill Instructor hat and hold the riding crop he used and ‘inspect’ her company of stuffed animals and dolls.

As she grew older, she was very bright and very athletic. Her brothers who sometimes were her worst tormenters when they were kids, became her staunchest defenders. When she entered middle school, she sat them down and said she appreciated them being there, but she asked them to back off some, so that she could have a normal life.

She was very active in cheerleading, but also in sports, where she competed in track and field. In high school, she also joined Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps (JROTC). Her dream was to become a Marine just like her dad. When she graduated high school, she won a full scholarship to the only college she applied to – USC – because their colors were red and gold. Her father hadn’t thought that was a very wise decision, but she told him he had to admit that it had worked.

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NOTES:

This is a work of fantasy based on the characters in the cartoon Young Justice and Young Justice: Annihilation with the characters being envisioned as being of a responsible legal age. This is an original work featuring DC Comics characters, and I claim no ownership of them.

This work is based on a chat session playing as those two characters and exploring how they might have interacted sexually.

This is dedicated to my sweet Artemis. A collaborator and a partner who can curl my toes every time. Thank you so much, dear, for the incredible encounter.

Thanks to the readers and writers on . I really do admire what you do, and I hope this story isn’t too bad for a first effort.

All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.

This contains explicit material, so if you are prohibited by laws or morality from reading that sort of thing, please stop reading now.

*****

The martian ship slipped quietly through the sky, making her way back home. In her control center, Artemis offered a disappointed groan as she readjusted the harness straps securing her into her seat, instinctively glancing to recheck her bow and quiver, stowed within easy reach. She broke the silence in the cockpit with her smoky voice. “Was it just me, or did that last mission just seem too easy to you?”

The other occupant of the craft, Miss Martian, looked over to her teammate. “Well, it was easier than some we’ve had recently, but with the rest of the team gone, I’m just glad things weren’t worse. We did well, but how well do you think we’d do against a ‘real’ baddie like Lex Luthor or the Joker?”

Artemis was not so easily placated by her friend’s usual optimism. “Well of course they wouldn’t give us Superman or Batman’s arch-enemies, but there has got to be some middle ground between the most dangerous people on the planet and… for god’s sake, M’gann, these guys were burglars! Burglers! If we weren’t using this ship, the stuff we recovered wouldn’t have paid for the gas to get down to Happy Harbor to hunt them down. We’re supposed to be heroes. Gah!”

To her friend’s disgust, Miss Martian kept up her usual cheery demeanor. “Well, it’s good that we were able to stop the burglars. Happy Harbor is a safer place because of us. Even if, um, maybe it’s not that much safer. They can’t have perfectly tailored missions lined up for us every time, and we do need to keep in practice.”

Artemis sighed in disgust and gave up. It would be more effort than it was worth to convince the other woman things were less than ideal. She looked up to the viewport. “At least we’ll be home soon.”

“Yeah,” the martian responded, wistfully, “back to our empty mountain. Alone. How long can this secret mission take? I’m going crazy without the others. Without… well, not that you’re bad company, but we never have really hung out all that much.”

Artemis could not help but notice the omission. She knew her friend missed Connor, but it would do no good reminding her of the fact. Besides, she would find herself forced to dwell on Wally, and she didn’t think she needed that right now. She did hope the rest of the team would hurry back. “I know what you mean, but you know they’d never turn down an assignment.” She chuckled. “And Dick jumps up like a puppy every time Batman snaps his fingers, so it’s not like the league is going to hear any objections from us. Still,” she sighed. “It does get lonely.”

The martian added, “Yeah, how much can we really train or watch TV? We need human… well, we need interaction. I can’t tell you how dull it gets after you’ve gone to your room and I suddenly feel you… I mean, after you’ve gone to sleep.”

Artemis was focusing on her friend’s slip of nearly calling herself and the kryptonian human so much she nearly didn’t put together her other slip. Many nights in the cave, the archer would find herself missing Wally, and after she turned in for the evening… The restraints kept her from springing up from her chair, but she shot a glare at the martian known to freeze criminals in their tracks. “M’gann,” she said, her cheeks reddening. “Have you been spying on me?”

The other woman shifted uncomfortably. “Well, no, I mean not really. I mean, not on purpose.” She flinched at Artemis’s continued scowl. “I didn’t try to peek, but, well, you were kinda broadcasting your feelings very strongly when you… Um… well, I felt you… uh… and the first time, it was a new sensation, and I just, sorta… peeked… to… make… sure… you… were… okay?” The martian looked like she would have liked nothing better than to sink into the floor.

Artemis was still incensed. “Don’t you dare lie to me. There’s no way you don’t know how it feels when you… when someone climaxes. How long have you been going out with Connor?”

The martian’s face turned from its normal green hue to an unnatural beet red color. “I’m not lying to you! We don’t, I mean, Connor, he… he wants to wait.”

Artemis’s ardahan escort eyes grew wide. Miss Martian had never… “Oh god, you’re a… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I was just embarrassed that you knew that I… look, I didn’t mean to put you in that situation. You know that, right?”

Artemis herself was nearly nineteen. Word in the team had M’gann as significantly older, perhaps in her forties, but the way her species aged put her maturity on par with her human counterparts. Artemis had never given the other woman’s sex life any real thought, but she would have assumed M’gann to have experimented with sex, or at least thoroughly explored her own body, well before now.

“No, it’s fine. You should be free to do what you want in your own time. It’s just… not so easy to block out very intense thoughts for me. I swear, I never meant to pry.”

Artemis felt the soft bump as the ship touched down in the hangar. “Tell you what? Why don’t we forget it? No one meant any harm, and the only hurt was a little embarrassment for both of us.”

They emerged from the ship arm in arm and laughing about the whole thing. The martian brought them to a halt and yelled, “It’s so empty here!” Both women laughed as her echoes came back to them. “You want to do something?” she added. “I can’t go back to training again today. I just can’t take it.”

“Definitely,” replied the archer. “I don’t know what I’d do if I had to shoot another practice robot tonight. This is officially our night off.”

The martian bent closer to her friend, waving her hands to momentarily disable surveillance in the hangar. “Listen,” she said quietly. “He made me promise never to tell anyone, but back in the day, when Connor and I were stuck here all the time, Dick rigged up a little control box that lets us watch pay per view channels in the den. It’s a little hard to control what you’re watching, but I could hook it up if you wanted to make some popcorn. Maybe we’ll find something worth watching.”

Artemis laughed heartily at the image of the younger Boy Wonder, paragon of justice and good, using his crime-fighting equipment to pirate cable. “Stealing movies? I knew he wasn’t always such a boy scout.” She chuckled again. “I’m in. That sounds like a lot of fun.” She placed her bow and quiver with care on a rack as they exited the hangar and removed her mask, tucking it into her belt and shaking out her long blonde hair.

They separated, and she entered the den a few minutes later in the den balancing a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of soda. She saw the martian had hooked up a box to the television with a series of wires and was fiddling with some controls on it. M’gann began to murmur, as if to herself, “He explained it all once. Something about encryption and signal spikes or something… I was just jazzed when we could have pay per view without having to explain the bills.”

Artemis let herself sink into the couch and, deciding it was payback for the disappointing mission, propped her booted feet onto the nearby coffee table. As she opened the sodas, she scoffed. “The Justice League has a space station. A space station! It’s not like they couldn’t afford a few movies.”

The martian continued fiddling with the descrambler. “Afford? Yes, but can you imagine trying to explain to Red Tornado why we should be able to?” She looked up and modulated her voice into a perfect impersonation of the android who had spent so much time in charge of the team. “If you have extra time to waste watching films, you could be training or applying your mind to more practical matters.” Both women laughed.

Artemis wiped her eyes. “Do another,”

M’gann bent back to the computer. The android’s voice emerged from her mouth. “I like to go to the park on Sundays so all the boys can see my pretty yellow dresses.” They laughed.

The screen on the television began to resolve into recognizable shapes. “Ooh, here’s a strong signal,” exclaimed the martian in her normal voice. A video clarified on the screen of two women, one blonde and the other brunette, pouring champagne and orange juice into champagne flutes and toasting one another. “Maybe this is some kind of drama. We can watch for a minute and see if it’s any good.”

Miss Martian jumped up from the floor to sit beside Artemis on the couch. She accepted a proffered soda, both women clinked their bottles together, and they watched the film.

The movie’s subjects walked outdoors together to a pool area where they began to drink and chat. The blonde woman said something about not wanting tan lines and took off her bikini top. M’gann’s cheeks began to glow red. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry. I don’t think this is a drama.”

Artemis studied the blonde onscreen, clearly the more buxom of the two, and she thought she could see a tiny plastic surgery scar in an armpit that might explain away the mystery. She deadpanned, “There may be some drama here, but I think it may just be porn.” The brunette artvin escort woman on the screen mirrored her friend, revealing her smaller, though certainly no less fake, boobs.

M’gann fumbled for words. “I… I’m so sorry. I’ll turn it off. We can find something else…” The brunette woman sat in a deck chair near the pool, and the blonde woman walked behind her friend to apply sunscreen to her back. The camera focused on her backside and its hypnotic dance.

Artemis continued to watch, noting the martian, though clearly set on turning the movie off, had completely failed to even begin to do so. “Yeah, okay,” she said, her voice distant and her attention clearly not on the conversation. In the movie, the blonde leaned forward, her arms sliding over the brunette’s shoulders, to apply sunscreen to her breasts.

The martian kept her eyes glued to the screen. “Can you imagine how weird it must be to have a woman rubbing lotion on you like that? That’s so intimate, so… well, it must be weird.”

“Weird or not, those two seem to be enjoying it.” The blonde, leaning farther over the other woman to spread lotion on her belly, had leaned in far enough to bring their faces close, and began to kiss the brunette passionately. Artemis sneaked a peek at the martian, who had leaned forward, watching events unfold on the screen. Her cheeks were bright red in a blush, but she nevertheless seemed completely entranced by the two lesbians.

The blonde circled in front of her friend and, with the facade of spreading more lotion, slid the brunette’s bikini bottoms off as she coated her legs. Artemis barely registered the martian add, “I… I don’t know if I could… oh my gosh, she’s licking her.”

Onscreen, the brunette had spread her legs over the sides of the deck lounger while the blonde knelt between them and was lapping hungrily at the brunette’s womanhood. Artemis faintly registered the martian mumble something like, “should turn this off” again, but neither woman thought she would carry out the threat.

“Wow,” was all Artemis could manage to get out as the brunette began to cry out in pleasure.

“Wow,” agreed the martian. Artemis felt M’gann’s hand, perhaps seeking the popcorn, brush her leg. Her combat training, together with something altogether more primal, kicked in, and she grabbed the wandering hand and held it as the brunette began to writhe in pleasure. The other woman made no move to pull away.

Artemis began to reflexively tighten her grip as the brunette began to buck her hips, her chest heaving, getting closer and closer to a climax. As the brunette began to call out, her toes curling and her legs shaking, Artemis could feel the woman’s pleasure causing a sympathetic warmth begin so spread between her own thighs. Almost completely spellbound by the movie, it took her some time to notice the martian had completely stopped watching and had been starting at Artemis, a hungry look in her eyes.

“M’gann…” began Artemis. She had no idea how she would complete the thought, but she found her eyes roaming over the martian’s costume, thinking it had always seemed so innocent, but the thoughts rising in her head made her realize how very much she would like to see her friend without it.

“Artemis, we can’t…” The martian began, but gave lie to her own words as she leaned forward, kissing her. The archer had been kissed before, but never by a woman. Her lips exalted in the feeling. It was so much smoother, softer, and somehow more focused and in the moment than any kiss she had experienced before.

The other woman’s lips began gently, hesitantly, but they quickly turned savage. Artemis could feel M’gann’s hands on her head and it registered she had released the hand she had been holding so tightly. M’gann held her strong in the kiss, holding their faces together, and Artemis felt the same passions rising in her own body. Her arms clutched the martian to her, the toned muscles holding their bodies tightly together in hopes to ease her craving for more of the other woman’s touch.

She was surprised, but pleased, when the martian suddenly moved to push her backwards, down into the couch. The comfortable weight of her friend and teammate settled on her as M’gann’s kisses became steadily more frantic… hungry… primal.

She felt M’gann’s hand on her side, rubbing the skin of her bare midriff. She felt the electricity between them and her growing urges for more. She moaned with pleasure and began to grind her hips, rubbing herself against a martian leg, stimulating herself through the cloth of her costume. She ran her fingers through her friend’s red hair.

As if it were a hundred miles away, Artemis distantly registered the sound of the coffee table as it flew away from the sofa and landed with a thump across the room. Quickly after, she felt her stomach lurch as M’gann threw herself off the couch, pulling Artemis with her to the floor. After she landed on M’gann, she felt bodrum escort her legs suddenly caught up, entangled in the other woman’s and martian hands running along the line of her spine and to her sides, lifting her shirt.

Artemis lifted her arms to assist Miss Martian in removing the obstructing shirt and, once it was away, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along M’gann’s freckles. She felt the other woman give a thrilled shudder. She reached down and began running her hands upward on her friend’s smooth green legs, pushing upwards on her skirt.

M’gann looked at Artemis with a naughty gleam in her eyes. “Remember, Artemis,” she nearly purred, “I don’t wear a suit.” The outfit, purely a projection of her conscious mind, faded away before Artemis’s delighted eyes. She could suddenly see the martian in all her nude glory: her high breasts with their taunt green skin with deeper green nipples, and below, a little bush of red hair barely concealing her green lower lips and the darker green inner lips which seemed to be slowly making their way outward even as Artemis watched. Artemis could do nothing but smile and return to kissing her friend, stroking the smooth skin of her nude leg.

Again the martian broke the kiss, looking into the archer’s eyes. “I’d like to try something,” she said, and Artemis nodded, trusting her friend. With a kiss to her forehead, she suddenly felt an extremely disorienting sensation, as if she could not entirely rely on her senses to tell her where she was. She opened her mouth to ask the martian what she had done when the other woman slid down to her chest, lifted her sports bra, and ran her tongue across Artemis’s pink, already hardening, nipple. The archer felt an explosion of electricity at the gentle touch, but more, she could feel the pressure of her nipple on her own tongue and could taste the salty sweat from the day. She could feel all the sensations of someone licking her, and at the same time, she could feel the sensations as if she herself were licking the nipple. She gasped in astonishment. M’gann looked up apologetically. “I thought that might prove instructive,” she said, meekly.

“That… that was incredible,” gasped the archer, suddenly more breathless than after a heavy workout.

The martian reached down and fully removed the sports bra, tossing it away. She turned her attention back to Artemis’s aching breasts. Artemis could feel a tongue stimulating her right nipple, circling the areola in tighter and tighter circles until it began to flick at the hardness in the center, making Artemis gasp. At the same time, she could feel the tiny bumps from her nipple across the tip of her own tongue. Gooseflesh prickled up on the archer’s breast around the other woman’s tongue as the nipple tightened even further. The feel of the M’gann’s tongue sent increasing waves of pleasure through Artemis as her skin responded to the gentle stimulation. Out of the corner of her eye, Artemis could see the other woman’s right nipple hardening as well, their psychic link offering it a phantom tongue’s attentions.

Artemis shifted her position, spinning her body around so she could have access to M’gann’s breasts without displacing the other woman from her own. She caught a glimpse of the lesbians in the movie, and the pair had adopted a similar position, on the ground beside the pool and simultaneously pleasuring one another in a sixty-nine. The thought passed through her head that they knew nothing at all about simultaneous pleasure. With M’gann teasing her right nipple, she focused on her partner’s left, feeling the echo of the tongue on her own breast, as if a different mouth was on each of her tits, focusing all their attention to bring her pleasure. She, or perhaps it was Miss Martian, moaned in ecstasy, their shared sensations making the distinction somewhat fuzzy.

Artemis, ravenous for this beautiful green woman underneath her, began to sloppily lick and kiss her breasts, drawing a moan from one of the two women. Her saliva reflected the room’s light in the green breasts, causing them to shimmer for her.

She again tasted her own salty sweat again as the martian’s tongue began to leave a wet trail down her torso. She wiggled in anticipation of its eventual destination and began stimulating the other breast in front of her with her hands. She had to stretch to maintain her mouth on M’gann’s sweet boob, but she had been trained since early childhood to be agile and limber, and tonight, her training served her in such a sweet way.

The martian tongue began to explore her belly button, beginning by tracing the rim and licking out the inside so delightfully. Artemis groaned in frustration, her hips bucking to draw the other woman’s attention downward. When she felt the wicked smile form on M’gann’s lips, she vowed to herself to pay the other back for her teasing.

After a time, most likely seconds but which seemed like hours, the martian continued her descent, and Artemis tasted the tanned leather of her belt as the M’gann began to remove it, using her tongue and teeth. Artemis kicked off her boots and squirmed in an attempt to get out of her pants, mentally cursing their tightness. Every inch of her skin burned for the martian to settle into her pussy, and she was so close.

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** Hello Guns and Dust fans!

I am so glad to be back after my hiatus! Sorry for being a little late getting this out for you, but January was busier than I had expected. I hope you enjoy chapter eight and thank you for the kind comments I’ve received during my hiatus.

Now back to Adina and Asher! **

Guns and Dust

– chapter eight –

Adina kicked hard, holding her breath trying to reach the bottom as she swam down into the quarry’s clear water. Her loose pants and sleeveless shirt flowed around her as she passed through the boundary between the sun warmed upper layer of water into the colder water below. The sharp, squeezing pain in her ears that had stopped her from going deeper on her three previous attempts disappeared when she pinched her nose and blew out the way Asher had shown her. The relief was amazing. She would reach the bottom this time… She kicked harder; feeling the pressure build as the previously unattainable sandy bottom loomed closer. She pinched her nose and blew another two times before she was finally able to reach down and grab a handful of sand in a victorious fist. Hovering there, she smiled. Her dark hair flowed around her and she felt the sand push through her fingers as Asher’s words rang in her ears. “You can do it, Adina. I know you can.”

She equalized her ears again and squinted, looking for her target, opening her fist and releasing the sand into a little sinking cloud. The heavy, squarish, brick-sized stone with a piece of cloth tied around it sat on its side a few yards away, the long cloth streamer waving lazily in the quarry’s subtle current. The cloth had been bright red on the surface, but here on the bottom, the changed light turned it black. She swam to it and blew out enough air to let herself sink, touching down and feeling the sand crunch between her toes. Her head ached a little from the pressure, but she couldn’t help the giant smile that split her face. She looked up and watched the bubbles make their long zigzag journey toward the surface. It looked so far away, but it wasn’t frightening. She couldn’t help the thrill that rushed through her as she stood there and took in the strangely beautiful, blue-hued world around her. She’d never been in deep water like this before. To her right, off the cut stone ramp where she stood, the quarry plunged deeper, to well over two hundred feet. The water was so clear! She grabbed the rock and pushed off from the bottom. The pressure on her ears and sinuses lessened as she rose. She passed through the thermocline again into the warmer water above and relaxed letting her buoyancy pull her toward the surface like she was being born upward by her exhilaration.

It was so quiet – peaceful.

All she could hear was her own heartbeat and the sounds her body made as the pressure changed, things she would have never heard on the surface. Dully, further away she could make out sounds from the surface and metallic clunks through the water, but if she didn’t think about them, they faded away, leaving just her and her heartbeat.

She could see legs and bodies at the surface, the faces of the half dozen children who were she and Asher’s near constant companions now peered down at her as she glided up in the silence. Devon’s twelve-year-old son Nat was there, treading water with his face down. He waved at her. Adina broke the surface to the children squealing and cheering in delight. She held up the stone, kick-turning toward the edge where Asher sat, the sun once again gleaming against his scarred, tattooed chest.

The gray-white quarry stone edge was a nearly a perfect match to his hair and beard, the stone’s gray veins and striations catching the same tones and highlights in the bright sunlight. He was nearly dry from his own dive, wearing pants he’d traded for and then cut off into shorts. They were ugly; a dreadful mishmash patchwork of brightly colored pieces stitched together. At least as shorts there was less of them to see. He applauded, then repeated what had been going on since before Adina had done her first dive. He put his hand carefully under a little girl’s rear end and launched her upward, off the stone and into the water. She squealed in ecstatic joy as she hit the water.

“How did it feel this time?” he hollered over the splashing and hollering children around them.

Nat climbed out of the water a little way from Asher and helped a little boy up onto rocky edge

“Better!” she panted, side stroking to the edge, then put the rock up on the side. Asher hauled her out and she turned and dropped her soaking backside onto the hot stone, water splashing off her onto the sunbaked white stone. The boy ran up next to him for his turn to be thrown out into the water. Asher pointed away from them. “Later, alright?”

The child looked crestfallen and Nat stepped close, water streaming off him, his expression entreating. “He was really wanting to have another chance.”

Asher smiled at the little boy and then called balıkesir escort loudly to all the children. “Last one, alright! We have work to do!” he put his hand under the little boy’s butt. “Ready?”

The boy all but jumped in place with excitement, nodding. Nat grinned and hurled himself into the water, then popped up watching. Asher launched the boy high and the boy flailed in the air and shrieking with joy before hitting the water. Nat was there a moment later pulling the boy to the surface, smiling widely.

Behind them, Adina could hear the gaggle of women, some of whose children were part of their new retinue. But there were others as well, both men and women whose only reason was obvious in the way they watched she and Asher. Devon wasn’t there, she had work of some kind.

Adina wrung her long black hair and pushed it back, the water making a wide puddle. “It didn’t hurt this time.” She inhaled deeply to catch her breath, her shirt clinging to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect from the cold, clearly visible even through the two shirts she was wearing. Wearing only one was about the same as wearing no shirt at all once it was wet. She normally wouldn’t have been too worried about it, but they were both getting a lot more sexual interest than she was used to. “Pinching my nose really helped.”

Asher nodded and smiled, his lapis blue eyes on hers. “That’s over forty feet down, Adina. You may not know it, but what you did is really hard. Most people can’t do that. Not without a lot of training.” He bent and gave her a kiss.

She kissed him back, aware of the eyes on them, grinning. “And it’s fun!” She shivered once hard. “But wow, it’s cold once you get down there!” She appreciated the sun beating down on them in that moment in a way she rarely did.

He nodded again. “That’s the thermocline I was talking about. Colder water is heavier. If there isn’t sufficient current or another force to stir it up, it just sits down there like a block.”

“You can really feel it when you pass through it. I never thought it would be so clear.”

“We definitely need to stay on the lookout for a basic physics book for you.” He smiled again, squinting against the bright sun on the water. “But you’re really starting to get a feel for why understanding physics is important.”

She nodded as he used a wet finger and started to draw on a section of dry stone. It was a square sort of design. “The ramps run down the sides of the quarry”. He drew two long rectangles inside the square along its bottom and right sides and pointed. “They used to use them to move heavy equipment around and get the stone out. The ramps give us an opportunity to do controlled dives.” He looked at her. “It’s not likely we’ll ever have to do dives like this, but diving puts different stresses on the body. That’s good. And swimming is great for you.”

She knew how to swim but was flatly shocked by how easily Asher moved through the water. Then again, she’d only ever swum in relatively small bodies of water, never vast ones like this. She’d been amazed when Priav showed them the quarry and instantly understood why they wanted to build a permanent settlement here.

The quarry was full of fish and there were even fresh-water clams. Shallow areas around the perimeter were thick with reeds and grasses that were home to lots of birds, even ducks. The water was clean and clear, being fed into the deep pit from underwater springs and she could see right to the bottom in some places. The rusting remains of pumps and other equipment still lurked in the depths; vague dark shapes visible from the surface. The metallic clunks she’d heard under the water were the sounds of work being done to clear the machinery. A dismounted vehicle engine, drive train and axle were being used as a winch with a makeshift crane arm to haul up the sunken wreckage. According to Priav, one of the villagers was able to hold their breath long enough that they could reach the bottom on a weight. Then they hooked the crane to things or filled baskets with debris before returning to the surface. And others were training to do the same. Adina couldn’t image how frightening and exhilarating working in the cold dimness down there had to be.

Rafi said there were entrances down at the bottom of the quarry that lead into mines beneath. No one had any idea of how deep they might go, or what might be hidden down there. Priav told them they planned to completely clear the old machinery from the quarry and build something called fish warrens that would increase fish productivity. Large garden beds were being prepared with silt and mud dredged from the quarry and surrounding ponds. With all the fish and birds, it should make good fertilizer. And there were plans to chisel out channels to divert water from the quarry for irrigation. For now, they were using a pully and weight system to pump water into the beds.

Adina had never been to a community bartın escort that sat next to a lake like this. It was amazing. Especially considering the camp had only been established four months ago. Rafi said it would be the following year before they would know if the gardens would work.

The other thing about the quarry was that it was beautiful. The white stone; limestone, Rafi called it, shone brightly, stained dark orangy-red in patches. Asher said that was from iron deposits. And the water was blue-blue-blue, ranging from light, clear turquoise, almost the color of the sky, to cerulean, then plunging to deepest blue, almost black, depending on how the light caught it. There were secondary, smaller pits around the perimeter of the bluff, where the water was the color of jade. Something about sediments, Rafi said. Adina had never seen anything come close to it.

The main pit was an enormous, roughly trapezoid shape. Its longest side was opposite the camp, where the stone bluff was. That side was almost a quarter of a mile long. The white bluff itself was well over a hundred feet high in places, splashed red brown from iron. From the bluff to the camp was more than three hundred feet. And the side of the quarry where the camp lay was four hundred feet long.

Asher seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, just relaxing.

“What is the city of haze?” Adina asked, squinting at him against the bright sun. “And what was it Priav was saying about lights in the sky?”

Asher raked his short hair back with burly fingers. Adina couldn’t help but admire the way the sun gleamed off the raised markings of his scars and the smooth curve of his strong shoulders. “There have been stories about a city far in the west. Some say it’s a ruin, others say it’s large and advanced. It’s all rumors right now. No one has ever found it.” He nodded toward the rest of the camp. “Except maybe Priav. It’s one of the things we’ve been trying to find for years. If it is a ruin, but it’s still largely intact, it could be a treasure trove of information about how to help recover the world. If it’s a living city and it’s advanced.” He just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Who knows what it could mean.”

“And the lights in the sky?”

He shrugged. “Since no one’s ever seemed to actually see it; it’s always second hand ‘my brothers third wife’s cousin said…’ that sort of thing. It’s hard to say. But the stories are consistent, ‘lights in the sky,’ or ‘a glow on the horizon.’ That could be good, or bad. If it’s a living city, then obviously that’s good. But if it’s a ruin, that glow could be from something like ionizing radiation. That would be bad.

“Io… what radiation?” Adina knew what radiation was, everyone did, at least in the general concept of ‘Radiation kills you. It’s bad.’

“Ionizing radiation. Radioactive materials emit particles of energy. When those particles interact with the molecules in the atmosphere, they can make them glow or shine. If you ever see something laying around that glows, don’t pick it up and get away from it. It’s a great warning sign that says, ‘stay far, far away.’ But it’s also beautiful. I’ve seen irradiated objects that glow with the most amazing internal radiance, and in large scale, the air itself is supposed to glow and sparkle.”

She knew better than to pick up things that glowed. Most people did. She’d seen radiation burns a few times. They’d always been on people’s hands or other body parts after from someone had picked something up and carried it around with them. The burns were horrible and people with the them always died.

She tried to make sense of the concept. “So, if it’s io-niz-ing,” she struggled with the unfamiliar multisyllable word,” radiation, everyone’s dead?”

Asher nodded and let his head fall back, seeming to just be reveling in the sun beating down on him. He was all but dry now. “They should be by now. Radiation doesn’t necessarily kill people immediately. It can take years for the effects to destroy the body. But it only ends one way.” He turned his head and squinted at her. “But you’re going to be better protected from it than most people. The inoculant helps protect us. We don’t hold onto radiation the way most people do, it has to do with how the nanos deal with the iodine in our bodies, or something like that.” He grinned at her and leaned close. “It’s nothing you have to worry about. If we can see it, we’re staying away from it.”

She bent and gave him a kiss. This time the children squealed and made rude noises at their display.

“Nobody asked your opinion!” Asher called after finishing the kiss, playfully kicking water at the closest children.

Adina turned to the crunch of feet approaching and shaded her eyes again. The captain of the guard, Omar, walked to them, surveying the scene. He grinned lopsidedly. He was a big man, over six feet tall and broad shouldered, with the kind of belly that spoke of heavy muscles batman escort underneath. Omar was the sort who would strong back an engine block into place with his large, knotted hands rather than wait for a hoist. A large scar cleft the right side of his face and it had clearly not healed well, causing some of the muscles on that side of his face to droop. But he was a pleasant enough, tough-demeanored fighter in his forties.

“Priav and Rafi want to see you.” He eyed the children. “I can put them to work if they’re bothering you.” He eyed Nat in particular crossing his burly arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping sort scrap metal connectors for the wall?”

“I helped this morning.” Nat tread water, squinting at Omar. “They said to come back tonight.”

Omar grunted, seeming unconvinced by Nat’s anwer. Adina could see his deep affection for them in the good-natured smirk that lifted the good side of his mouth.

Asher squinted at the children. They became still and quiet, treading water and staring at Omar as he cast his baleful gaze over them. Asher shook his head, smirking at their wide-eyed awe of the scarred, good natured warrior. “No, they’re just being children.” He rolled his head back around to Omar again. “We’ll get changed and head over.”

Omar nodded. “I’ll let them know.” He turned and left, eyeing Nat as he went.

Asher pushed to his feet and held out a hand to help her up. “Well, maybe now we can get some answers.” He hadn’t been as insistent as Adina thought he’d be to get the information from Priav. They passed the gaggle of people that were apparently only be there to stare at Asher. He nodded to them as they passed.

“You like it here,” he said as he pulled her against him.

She nodded and tucked up against him, recognizing the clear signal he was sending to anyone watching. “It’s nice to be around people again. It feels more… normal.”

He nodded. “I’m glad. We’re going to be on our own for a long time, so take advantage of it while we’re here.” He gave her a kiss on the hair.

“When are we leaving?”

“Maybe tomorrow?” he answered noncommittally. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, and depending on what Priav says, a long way to travel. If she’s seen this landmark only once as old as she is, it’s either a long way away, or in a place people just don’t go.”

Adina nodded. “That soon?” She looked up at him. “I can tell you like it here too.” She ran a hand over his chest. “You’ve been so relaxed since the hunt. It’s like you’re a completely different person.” She kissed his shoulder. “I like this different you.”

“We’ll see what Priav says. But we need to get moving.” He gave her an understanding look. “I still have a job to do.”

She squeezed him. “I know that. But a few days here aren’t going to wreck things, especially if you’ve been looking for this place for so long. A few days certainly won’t make that much of a difference.”

He looked down at her. “We’ll see.”

“What are you even doing out here?” Asher asked from his place across the table from Priav and Rafi. They’d been through the hellos and pleasantries and Asher’s relaxed demeanor had quickly faded. There was no furrow between his eyebrows, but his energy had changed. His tone wasn’t interrogation, it was more good-natured curiosity. But it was so… pointed compared to how he’d been since they’d gotten into camp. Adina already missed the relaxed Asher; smiling and launching children into the water at the edge of the quarry. “There isn’t supposed to be anyone out in these areas,” he continued.

Priav half-snorted, half-huffed at him, one of her eyebrows coming up. “In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s lots of empty space out here.” She gestured widely with an arm. “Even you myrmidons scurrying around in your fancy trucks can’t cover it all.”

Priav’s clay red skin shone clean and bright now. She’d bathed and wasn’t caked with road dust anymore. Without that coating of dust, Adina could see her hair was almost uniformly grey, silver in places, a cascade of braids and dreadlocks around her narrow, burnt red-brown shoulders. She wore a different, lighter homespun sleeveless tunic. Like the faded one she had been wearing when they first met, it was red orange, as if designed to be a shade off her own skin color. It was held against her narrow frame by the same wide, charm-festooned belt which had been divested of the travel pouches that had weighed it down before. Clean, dark blue, narrow-legged trousers covered her to her moccasin-like shoes.

Asher nodded. “Fair enough. But you have to understand, you are the first people, or even evidence of living people, we’ve ever found out here. Up to now we haven’t found so much as the remains of camps. Now I suddenly find not just you, but an established raider presence. To say it was a surprise is an understatement.”

Rafi watched where Asher’s voice came from, his whitened eyes searching from the dark complexion of his face as if they still had sight. “Nine months ago, we crossed the line into the western wastes. We wanted to find someplace new, far from the established trade routes, raiders and static camps and villages that seemed to come and go at the whims of the winds. We wanted someplace we could build, start something new.”

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[I want to say few things now that I’ve released what I have written and edited. Many of you find the need to send threats to me just because I wrote a character that is a bit emotional, as a matter of fact the main character is largely based on my own emotions. Another thing I found pretty funny is how every email I receive was either telling me how bad I am or how bad my writing is. I never really figured out in my 29 years of living on this planet why people find a need to tell that my family should die off, it’s just counterproductive.

I love reading your comments don’t get me wrong, but if you are just going to download hate on the screen then don’t read my story. Move on and have a nice day.

I love you all but this is slowly breaking me apart; after this I think I’ll take a week off writing to see if it’s worth it.]

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My eyes were still closed when I slowly woke up to breathing noises from my better half. I smile, one of the rare moments when I wake up totally rested, fresh and calm. I love this feeling. I finally recognize how much I want; how much I need this woman in my life. She is the reason I rise in the morning with smile on my face. I now see that Jenny was nothing but a fluke, I didn’t love her; I just wanted her to be with me, I did not care about her happiness but only my own. I wanted the bragging rights that usually came from dating a good looking female. Hypocritical of me I know, but considering what I went through growing up, at last I had one thing I could brag about my life. A beautiful hot girlfriend. Envy of every male on the planet. A bigger dick conspiracy was not needed here, at that time I thought I had the biggest one. Nobody could dispute it.

Jenny always came second in my life. Everything else was important her happiness never came across my mind. Now I see how much she suffered being with me. There was nothing emotional in that relationship other than me being a total whiny pussy after it. She found her happiness one way.

Anna was different, as I spoon with this sleeping enchantress, I can only think how to make her even happier. My own comfort does not have to be in the same equation. I’ll make her happiness my own comfort. I caress her cheek. Smell her hair. I enjoy her dreamy snores. Gods I’m smitten with her.

Her wavy hair was gently cascading over her shoulders, down her perky tits, there was some sort of poetry in all of this; me hugging her from behind just enjoying her being. Everything was in place, like cogwheels that just come together, I felt that this should last forever.

I am pretty anal when it comes when to get up and my inner clock told me that I should just go shower and let her sleep our nightly activities off. A poor woman needs her beauty sleep, especially when she’s put thru the 10 rounds of sex with recently deflowered virgin.

I laughed when I went under the blast of water, people on this ship see me probably as asshole commander that just got his rank by sheer luck. But sometimes luck is all you need. Not that I reject all the rewards that came with being promoted. Yesterday’s events just made me think that I am expected to be a slimy fuck that will just do whatever he wants. Connor and my Primary on bridge just confirmed my prior misgivings about the army. Snakey on my promotion day, even that fatso that came to take his people yesterday will never change their primal self. Once you learn to act in a certain way I believe it’s quite hard to change ones ways.

I dried myself off and wore old T — shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Then I was on my way with a towel on my shoulder towards the gym on this ship. It will be my first time doing so on board. I entered the Grav Tube but sadly I did not know where the gym was. So I spent 2 hours just going around it like a lost puppy. I got weird glances from the crew every time the tube would shoot me past the most populated areas of the ship. It’s not that I was recognizable, but I was the only one using it during that time. And one man going around like a zombie gets noticed pretty fast.

I came to a stop on random deck I did not even recognize. A man doing his round of duty approached me when I exited the Grav Tube and just at that time few other people came running including the Secondary captain of Cloverfeild.

“General are you ok?” Everybody for some reason had worried looks on their faces. I did not know why but fear was starting to show on faces of my crew.

I used my towel to wipe my bald head and said, “HOOOOO. That was quite an exercise. You should try doing that. Gets the wrinkle out of your clothes and puts hairs UP your ass.”

“What’s wrong guys you look like someone died?” I glanced at the crowd of people gathering around me. A mass of 30 or so people just kept getting bigger.

The Secondary was pretty confused staring at people around him then back at me, “Sir you just spent 2 hours riding that tube. You mean to tell me you exercised?”

“Okay, Fine. I was trapped in a black hole that took me to past, and I was stuck there for 5 years then aksaray escort I finally came back.” I waved mystically my hands up and down while I hoped they bought by phony story.

I’ll never admit to what was the REAL reason for me riding the tube but my subordinates do not need to know that reason. I want them to remember me as I am not how I fuck up.

“He was lost up there and he could not get down after he spent riding it for 2 whole turns. You saw him riding it so he thought he could ride it out until you left. By the time that came to his head it was too late to step off.” Jerry came from somewhere and exposed my perfectly devised plan.

“Asshole, my perfect web of lies is exposed.” I growled at him.

“Hah, payback for that smack. What did you think you could fool us? We know what you think before you think it, when you think it.” Jerry had a smug smile on his face that I wanted to smack off but he was right. I was dumb for believing that the crew would believe my lies.

The crew on the other hand were all laughing at the thought that their commanding officer, a general that had their fates in their hand was so foolish to spend 2 hours riding in a Grav Tube just because. I never saw people smiling as happy as these group of people. Like a thousand pounds were lifted from their shoulders.

After the crowd started dissipating I was left alone with Jerry. My best friend. He looked at me with his stoic expression knowing that he just gave me the round of verbal smacking. His hybrid mental capabilities were pretty out there when it came to us normiess.

I came and gave this man a giant hug. At first he was confused but afterwards he returned it. “Man I’m sorry for being a giant asshole these past 4 years.”

“4 years? You’ve been one for as long as I have known you. Remember high school, remember that girl. She wanted to go out with me and what did you say to her? She never wanted to talk to me after that.” He was laughing hard.

I covered my mouth and mumbled a few words into my hands.

“What? Speak up please.” He leaned in his head to listen better.

“Okay FIIINE. I told her you wanted to abduct her to bring her to your home planet and inseminate her for the future population of human/alien hybrids.” I finally spoke up.

“Yes, you did. And when she didn’t believe you what did you do?”

“I spent a 1000$ creating a fake ‘conspiracy’ theory that you wanted to use her genes to ultimately do that.” Why was he friends with me again? I thought that those men were garbage but hell I was pretty slimy.

“Yes. And everything was done so you could see your name in weekly magazine Pranks’R’Us. So why are you calling me an asshole again?” His tone was more that of amusement than anything.

“Yeah, sorry for that, I was just hurt that Jenny left me for a better man.” I hoped he would at least refute my own corporeal feelings.

But my hopes of this man doing the RIGHT thing were dashed away after he did nothing to refute it. “Sunovabitch.”

“Hahahaha. You get what you deserve. But I’m glad you’re finally back to your old assholy self. You being all mopy for the past four years were just bad for your image.” He laughed hard and he slapped my shoulders with his giant hands.

“You were all dark like some sort of cartoon character, for no reason at all other than being depwesed. HAHAHAHAHA. If your dad saw you what would he do?”

“Probably kick my ass, then laugh there with you.” I answered while leaning on the wall and remembering my late father.

“How about your Branch Father? I hope he knows how you act usually.” A sudden realization dawned on me when this friend of mine started to bring my Branch Father and best friend of my late father.

“Holy shit. He would beat my ass, then laugh with you, then beat my ass again for disrespecting my father’s memory.” A chill ran down my spine.

“Right, let bygones be bygones. We don’t have to repair anything regarding our relationship, let’s just say that future beer, bacon and whatever else I can think off, during our hang outs are on you. Deal?”

I tried to picture my wallet getting squeezed dry by this man and his antics, “Deal. A small price to pay to get a friend back.”

“Moron, you never lost me. We all care so much about you and if we didn’t care about your wellbeing we would not have been in your house to offer you this job. The crew wanted you. You fought for us. You did everything in your power to do what you could to keep us from harm.” Jerry was right by my side leaning with me giving my heart a much needed break from all the sadness

“We know how much you care, how bad it was when you lost those sweet parents of yours. I and Tom wanted to find those scumbags but sadly we did not. For some reason time just flew by, 1 day turned into 4 years.” He fell silent here, Jerry was often at my house.

“I know I said I blamed you, we all made some mistakes. I’ve held my grudge for some reason like anchor. My feelings were only enhancing my parent’s memory. amasya escort I thought if I let that go they would disappear.” I remembered when I got the news about the deaths and how I acted.

“I did not think once to go back to Earth and just resolve it. My unit needed me. I truly thought it would end in a happy ending.” My head hung in shame, he’ll probably think less of me now.

He just smiled gently.

Stretching my arms we talked into the oncoming duty roster of people that came thru Grav Tube right in front of us. They saluted me while passing me by. Saying “General”. Then moving on to their job on this ship.

I was tired of my antics and wanted to shower and maybe get few hours of lovin’ with Anna. One can dream can he?

After I was directed by smiling crewmembers I headed back down to my office and quarters. This ship was a maze hallways on some decks that it was pretty hard to navigate for a firs time visitor.

I took a long shower, again, and checked the time when I got out. It was 10 am on our ship I figured that some people measure their time differently in different locations but we kept the time that we had leaving our Solar System, on our way to patrol the edges of Gal Federation territory. A standard procedure for a space ship of this size. Other Carriers are either monitoring our space or are supporting other fleets skirmishes. And I had a free hands choosing when and where to engage and what mission to take.

I reached my bedroom door and saw that Anna was long gone. So I decided to go to sleep.

Darkness. I blink my eyes, but I just feel them close and open. I can’t see a damn thing anywhere. There is something here though, around me, inside of me. Dread, fear, a dread of something, my neck constantly feels the weight of a blade as it’s about to be cut. I’m at mercy of something I can’t even see, feel or smell. My skin crawls. I feel that whatever is around me can just end my life at its whim.

A sudden blood curling scream. A woman, a man. I don’t know what. Somehow the scream has no gender, it’s deafening, and a need could be picked clean off it. I can feel that this person wants help. This person wants to live. As suddenly as it came the scream stops. My body instantly exudes sweat as if in a sauna.

Very, very slowly, my back crawls. SOMETHING is here with me. Slowly it spreads all over my body, as if whatever is with me just scanned me with its eyes. Fear prevents my body from moving. As if it’s saying ‘are you crazy?’ then it starts. A light touch on my hand, a very light poke on my leg. It’s playing with me. It is playing with me.

I want to scream. I want to yell, I want to bellow, “I WANT TO LIVE.”

I start to shake. I try to kneel but I don’t know when, where I am or how I’ll do that. I want to zone my fears in my place. Relax my thoughts my muscles. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m lost. Forgotten, I can’t seem to find myself anymore. A puff of air on my ear brought me over the edge and I started to weep. Me a grown man brought to tears by a primal need to survive an unknown situation.

A light. I start to run towards it, I start to crave it. My lips form a smile I almost jumped out of joy from this feeling. FREEDOM.

My eyes adjust to the light, I see a huge figure. Another scream, this time I’m the one who screams. I’m the one in control. I’ll kill whoever approaches me. I lift the figure upwards and pin in on the wall I can barely see to my left. My eyes adjust to the light slowly. I feel fingers on my shoulders and arms. I scream in fear. I want to live.

I’m an ocean of emotions now. The arms become more and more urgent, the figure is trying to say something. Gentle tapping on my back return my vision and my sanity to me. Fear still encases my body, my being, I REALLY want to live. I see Starg in my tight grip, face purple. I feel my muscles taut to the point of crushing my bones.

I remember the thing that happen with Ra’Va and her mind meld that she did with me. Whatever it was made me feel happy. This is not the same. I can feel the fear in every pore of my body.

I jump at the light tapping of the hands on my arms and shoulders. I jump, a crazed depraved shell of a man. I haven’t seen light so bright. I haven’t felt fear this tangible. I lifted Starg’s limp body up, but seconds later strength left me I dropped to the floor. My arm was stabbed with a syringe, I yelled, primal growl of a depraved man, a beast once cornered is truly frightening.

I recognize faces of Anna, Taryn, Jerry and Paul. They look extremely scared and worried. Anna has tears in her eyes. A splitting headache hits my eyes. I squint trying to push the pain back but ultimately unable to do so. Fear is slowly dissipating. I feel secure finally.

Time passes I keep myself from sleeping. “I won’t sleep, I won’t’ sleep, I won’t sleep.”

“Impossible. He should’ve went to sleep immediately.” I hear someone says after few minutes of me cowering under a bed. Muscles still taut as a spring, waiting for a antalya escort one sign so I can escape.

I keep repeating for hours. Medication unable to bring me peace, the sleep will never consume me again. I was weak, it was neglect that led me into that situation, never again. I’ll just close my eyes for a second, I am so tired. When I open them the infirmary is strangely calm, I see Taryn behind a glass panel working with something. I move and she notices me. A loud noise of someone dropping something, makes me flinch, and I notice Anna finally on the other end of the room dropping medical equipment she was carrying apparently.

She shows me a smile that could bring joy to every dark place in this universe. My heart calms. Finally I’m calm. This woman brings me such joy, this person will forever have my heart. I can feel the calm overflow my every pore. I see her slowly walking towards my bed. She takes my hand. I can feel her hands shaking, she starts crying. I finally notice Ra’Va beside my bed sleeping soundly, not noticing the commotion in the room.

“We were so worried.” She starts through the tears.

“I’m sorry for worrying you my love.” My eyes never moving from hers. I want this brown angel to bring me peace. She’s my Valkyrie, she keeps me safe.

“What’s the last thing you remember, Kal?” She asks through tears.

“Yesterday, you being attacked by those 5 tugs.” I say with a smile, confident I nailed it in the head.

Her lips start to quiver, her eyes exude more tears while she looks at me, “That was almost 14 days ago.”

Confusion hits me, then denial. I’m pretty self-critical when it comes to the emotions I am feeling. I try to grip myself into the ground, right into the bed that I was in. Into a sure reality before I go off. Emotions were still unstable, I could still vividly remember the fear I had. The black abyss that waited me.

“You were sleeping until yesterday, you woke up screaming, hitting, and almost choking to death Starg. You broke Paul’s arm. You were afraid for your life. What did you dream of?”

“Darkness…” The next half hour I described, in vivid details, experiences I had within my dream. When I was done I noticed the room was full of people. My whole unit was there listening to my fearfully palpable story.

Looking up in front of me Jerry had a horrified look on his face, everyone had the same face, Anna and Taryn had a hand over their mouth to prevent them from screaming. I found it strange that most of my unit was in such a state over my dream.

“I have had the same dream over the years.” Anna finally says.

I could feel my heart skip a beat. “Me too” Archer was next, Paul, Tom, Jerry it did not matter every one of the unit, with the exception of the new members, had experienced the same dream.

“This was different though, I have never experienced something like this. Encountering and entity inside my dream was new. Usually it’s a woman and a child screaming. I wake up and that’s it. Well cleaning afterwards is pretty grueling.” I said with a chuckle finally.

“What did it look like?” Anna asked.

I remembered the feeling I winced a little, but remembered where I was, “I never saw it, I felt the dread, the sting of the blade on my neck, the breaths that came from its mouth. An entity inside absolute darkness, you can’t see or feel. You just know you are there.”

I, a grown man, had tears in my eyes when remembering my experience and the feeling I had when I described the entity that plagued my recent nightmare. The looks of people were showing fear with each passing word. The only thing I did was hug my knees and shake out of sheer terror. Like a child that just got his first deal with the boogie man. Jerry and Paul were next to me, I saw Paul’s arm in a cast from the injury I caused. I silently apologized, but my friend just raised his hand and calmed me. I saw that my other hand was in a cast as well, probably broke it while raging last time I was conscious.

“I want this investigated, inform Primary, Captain Conner and call Admiral Col Xob. Write him a report about what has happened, Anna.” I issued my last orders.

“It seems, I will be sleeping for a while so I want you Paul, Jerry and Starg, when he wakes, to take people from Blackness and train them. 5 people each. Ask for Captain Connors permission first though. Anna you have the command for now. I’m going to go sleep now.”

I passed out shortly after handing my command to Anna. I hoped that they will be safe and sound.

I fell in and out of consciousness randomly seeing the outside world. A real hard sleep, but the fear was still there, the fear that the dream will repeat itself. I had plenty of thoughts when I was awake. But none when I slept.

Was I even sleeping?

After some time I finally woke up, I was strangely calm, no weird stomach nausea, but also I saw that I was surrounded by people. Medical personnel were moving about doing their job, I noticed few glances towards me here and there but I went undisturbed. Anna was nowhere to be found, I wanted her hug I wanted to feel her close to me. I sat up and wanted to move to get off the bed. But few nurses prevented me from doing so. Gently pushing me back onto the bed and my back, Taryn came fast running towards me and started to ask me questions about how I feel.

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So… sorry for the long delay. For any old readers that are still checking in thank you, I promise that I have another two chapters story boarded after this one. For new readers please start at the first chapter to follow along. I will be trying something new from now on and be telling the story from a point of view format. Each chapter will be a certain characters point of view and not necessarily in any order.

Amanda

Hardstorm: July 10th 2052. 6:32 AM

‘Holy shit what time is it?’

Amanda woke up on her stomach head pounding. It was another night out on the town on her new asignment for the militia. Travis had asked her to be the spokesperson in a way that has the spokesperson go out and drink with the guys and since she happened to be a young attractive female then Travis saw nothing wrong with using some female persuasion in recruiting.

She couldn’t say for sure if it was her or the benefits of working in the militia that had the five new recruits sign up. Ever since the economic collapse a few years ago and especially since the nuclear war a few months ago food has been hard to come by and anyone in the militia had all the food they needed and as a bonus your family would get extra rations as well.

Amanda forced herself to look at her alarm clock. She could only open one eye with the sun in her face. Shielding her face from the sun, the clock stared back at her blankly.

‘Shit. Brownout.’ Even though power had been restored betwen Hardstorm and nearby Laketon they still wasn’t enough to meet demand and rotating brownouts were scheduled.

Amanda started staying at her old apartment in town after walking in on Travis and Sarah having sex. Not only was it awkward between her and her best friend, Sarah, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Travis. The night of the July 4th party she went out and got drunk, stumbled home, and pulled out her box of toys and masterbated before passing out.

The day after the party a recruit showed up talking about how she had convinced him to join. She had been so drunk she didn’t even remember who he was. But he sure remembered her.

She rolled over and realized she passed out naked again. Her box of toys were out also.

‘Fuck me’ thought Amanda as she giggled to herself and realized that is probably what she did last night. She reached down and touched herself. ‘Definitely sore.’

She sat up on the bed, her 36B breasts poked outward. It was another hot and humid night. A sheen of sweat was already gathering it was going to be another hot and humid day in Hardstorm. A shower would help but with the brownout the water pump wouldn’t be working.

Getting up she put on her clothes from last night, her bra was mysteriously missing, but her UK shirt fit like a glove. She straped on her thigh holster with her .380 colt mustang and headed out the door. Breakfast at the cabin was the best bet rather than risk opening the fridge. The only place allowed to have air conditioning was the community center that along with Travis’ cabin never lost power.

Not many people were up as Amanda got into her car and headed towards the middle afyon escort of town. She had to pick up a couple of the new guys before going to the cabin.

Fairweather Estate

The cabin was busy by the time Amanda got there. ‘It couldn’t be any earlier then 9.’ Amanda noted that even the mayor was there and that was rare these days now that Travis had the militia running itself.

“Good God where have you been?” Sam shouted from the front porch of the cabin.

Amanda thought she wasn’t scheduled for later but she was second guessing herself now.

“You look like you were up all night drinking again, and you are wearing what you went out in aren’t you?” Sam has always had a crush on Amanda, who didn’t? She was 5’4″ 115 pounds and her breasts were as perky as an 18 year old. Her black hair hung just above her shoulders and her green eyes melted any guy that tried to stare into them, and a few girls as well. But ever since Sam had steped into the second in command role he had been more like a parent to her and everyone else. Sarah had said it was the former sergeant in him.

“I’ll tell you what Amanda, I could never get tired of watching you walk towards me.”

“Fuck off Sam.” Amanda realized Sam was just giving her hell and not that she was in trouble.

“Or watching you walk away from me.” Sam stared at her ass as she went by. She gave it a teasing wiggle because she knew he was looking.

In the cabin she also had a bunk in the women’s room. She hadn’t been there lately but she kept extra clothes there. The showers were all in use by that time so she went to the kitchen to eat.

Amanda found herself alone despite how many people were there today. She made some toast and got a coffee since the kitchen was a disaster area and sat at the bar to nurse her hangover.

“…I told you I had nothing to do with it Scott, would you rather be on kitchen duty?” Sarah walked in with a fervor the guys following her. One look around the kitchen and they decided that they didn’t disagree with Sarah anymore.

“Hey Sarah, what’s going on?” Amanda asked Sarah. Sarah was her roommate until she moved into Travis’ room. The 5’6″ auburn haired beauty was the only girl in town that could give Amanda a run for her money.

“Not you too,” Sarah went to get a coffee for herself. “Listen Trav told me to change the schedule 20 minutes ago and went off with Dave into the woods to talk alone.”

“Oh,” Amanda thought something weird was going on. “I was just going to ask if I could use your shower. The other ones are taken.

The ‘cabin’ as everyone liked to call it was actually a 4000 square foot lodge. Rebuilt from the origional run down place years ago to be a vacation and hunting retreat. The master bedroom where Travis and Sarah stayed had its own bathroom and office. The other bedrooms had bunk beds, twin beds, and shared two bathrooms. With close to 50 people now in the militia it was hard to get a shower that wasnt taken.

“Oh yeah… damn you look like hell.” Sarah finally noticed Amanda. “Didn’t you put on a bra?” Sarah always looked at Amanda to the aydın escort point she would blush. Amanda did the same thing. Ever since college there has been the sexual tension in the air between them.

“Hey Sarah!” Someone shouted from outside.

“God damn. I’ll be right there!” Sarah lingered for a few seconds looking at Amanda, “we need to talk about…”

“Sarah!”

Sarah rolled her eyes at the interruption. “Talk about…”

“SARAH!”

“Go shower, we’ll talk later.” Sarah turned to go, looked back bit her lip and was out the back door. “What do you want…”

Amanda wasn’t going to waste any time the shower was the best one in the cabin. She stood under the rainfall showerhead tilted her head back and just let it hit her face and run down her body.

Before she knew it her hands were gently rubbing up and down her body. She could see in her mind Travis and Sarah fucking in the kitchen. She touched her sex and pictured herself in Sarah’s position getting down on her knees taking his cock into her mouth. Her fingers moved over her clit, the touch sent shivers up her spine, she could see Travis between her thighs licking her pussy with her and Sarah starting to kiss each other.

She reached up with her free hand and started to pinch her nipples. A moan escaped her lips as she inserted a finger into herself.

“Bang!” A door slammed and Amanda jumped. Was that her imagination or not she wondered.

She paused to listen and only the water hitting her replied. As she reached down to touch herself again she heard him.

“Sarah is that you?”

‘Travis?’ She thought… ‘I must still be drunk.’ She reached down and touched her clit again. “Mmmm. Its me…” she half mumbled as she imagined Travis slowly posing his cock into her.

Amanda didn’t notice the bathroom door opening. She was so close to orgasm. She closed her eyes as she leaned against the shower wall. She started to cum…

Mid orgasm the shower curtain opened. Amanda’s eyes shot open. Travis was standing there naked, his penis was hardening, his jaw fell open. “I… I…”

Amanda couldn’t stop her orgasm as she shuddered she slipped as Travis surprised her. Trying not to fall down she fell directly into Travis. The curtain ripping off the rod, they ended up in a heap on the floor.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Amanda I thought it was Sarah.” Travis said as he blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

Even with the shower curtain mostly between them Amanda had almost faceplanted on his cock. Speechless Amanda was frozen. As Travis tried to disentangle from her she noticed his hardness increasing.

She went for it. Reaching out she felt his warm cock and as he tried to back away from her grasp she put him into her mouth. She vaguely heard him protest with his mouth but he let her continue. She sped up and sucked hard as she closed her eyes and reached between her legs again.

Travis reached down to Amanda’s head and pushed her away, but she fought his hands and pushed down to his groin and worked her tongue on his shaft. Travis couldn’t take anymore and exploded in her mouth. ağrı escort Amanda swallowed his load and her tongue lingered on the head of his cock. She sat up from Travis and looked at him in the eyes.

Travis was speechless. He had gone into the bathroom expecting to find Sarah and not only was it her best friend Amanda, and she just gave him a blow job!

Amanda just realized what she had done. Sure she had a crush on Travis, and her best friend Sarah, but this was just a surprise and ‘I just sucked his cock!’ Amanda stood quickly grabbed her towel and ran out of the room.

Amanda ran back to the female room and quickly dressed. It didn’t seem like anyone had seen her and she started to pace the room trying to sort out what just happened.

Travis had surprised her in the shower, it was a total accident, but she had been masturbating while thinking about the time she watched Travis and Sarah have sex. When she fell and landed on him while she was orgasming she couldn’t help herself she was so horny. She paced what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes.

‘How am I going to tell Sarah?’ she wondered to herself. Not only did she give Travis a blow job she had pictured Sarah there watching her do it. She gathered herself the best she could and went back outside to go back into town before her shift started.

Just outside Amanda found people were everywhere, just the opposite of what she wanted. She saw Sarah over next to Amanda’s car of course talking to Sam. Sarah usually used Travis’ truck but that was gone as well as any sign of him. In the past Sarah would use Amanda’s car when she needed. But this didn’t look good.

Sarah was fuming at Sam over something. ‘Might as well get this over with.’ She set out in their direction. Sam glanced briefly at her but thankfully Sarah hadn’t seen her yet.

As she got within earshot she heard Sam say, “why not Amanda she’s as good as anyone?”

Sarah turned and looked at Amanda, her jaw opened at the sight of her. Amanda loved her best friend and couldn’t stand the look she was getting.

“Oh… she doesn’t know?” Sam continued, “well no use in hiding it anymore, here,” Sam tossed Sarah his keys, “take my truck I gotta go and the truck will help. Take her out and let her know what’s going on.”

Sarah looked at Amanda for a minute. Amanda thought what she just did was written all over her face. “Alright, let’s go.” She opened the door to Amanda’s car to grab her HK .45 carbine and headed towards Sam’s truck. Amanda was frozen in place. “Come on, I’ll tell you on the way, I’m late.”

Amanda started to cry? “Oh my god, you’re late?” She sniffed, “I… I…”

Sarah looked at her and bust out laughing, “oh my god, I’m not pregnant, I need to be someplace and I am going to be late.” She had to hold herself up against the car to keep from falling over in laughter. Wiping away a tear from the laughter, “get in the truck already lets go.”

Amanda followed her into the passenger seat of the truck. “Honestly, I don’t know where you come up with some of the stuff you say Amanda.”

Sarah was driving back towards town when she turned off the road onto a side road that soon turned to dirt. “Listen Sam and I have been… this is hard to say…”

“Sarah you and Sam haven’t been…” Amanda wondered.

“What? No, we haven’t been fucking.” This set off another round of laughter. “We’ve been bootlegging.”

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Warning: All characters in this story are at or above the legal age of 18. This story contains nonconsent/reluctance which may not be suitable for all readers.

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A digital message flashes above the elevator door.

2ND FLOOR. CLOVEHILL VALLEY.

ESCORT THE SCIENTIST TO SAFETY.

Nice, an escort mission.

The elevator doors part, revealing a gloomy cemetery with sickly white trees and gravestones overgrown with vines.

The wind howls with ghostly notes that linger as crickets softly chirp beneath. The foreboding atmosphere sparks curiosity more than caution.

As I step onto the landscape, the elevator closes behind me and sinks into the dirt. The earth engulfs it whole as freshly dew grass grows in its place.

Well, looks like there’s no going back.

My clothes pixelate into a bodysuit, leaving everything north of my collar bone exposed. The fabric builds a hood behind my shoulders as gripped padding protrudes from the underside of my gloved extremities.

The outfit dyes itself into the night’s darkness as it compresses to my shapely curves. An earpiece plugs into my right ear and lightly hums on my lobe.

“-report. Status-Sss-” a faint, audible voice clashes with radio interference in my ear. I tap the communicator and manage to minimize the static, but the person’s voice is still very faded.

“Vv-Vix. Status report. Come in. Do you copy?”

That must be me. I’m Vix.

“Th-this is Vix, here. I copy!” I shout as I press the device against my ear, hoping it encourages the individual at the other end to speak louder.

“Lower your bloody voice, agent! Area is unsecured. Howler hostiles. I repeat, Howler hostiles.”

“Hostiles? What are Howlers?” I whisper, checking my six as if I knew what they’re referring to.

A frustrated sigh blows into the communicator, “You didn’t read the mission, you fucking-” The person has an assertive, yet feminine accent that’s briefly interrupted with what sounds like expensive equipment being ripped from their connections and thrown. “Fucking-Fuck! Fuck. Fuck!”

A long silence intervenes as I feel the gravity of the situation settling in.

This quest may not be as easy as I thought it would be.

“Listen closely, Vix. This is your fucking Commander speaking. I’m only going to explain this once, so you bloody better pay attention.”

Another uncomfortable pause occurs. I swallow the lump in my throat as the sensation of fear envelops me.

The crickets stop chirping.

“We received a distress signal from the town’s mortuary. Your orders are to investigate and extract civilians. No casualties. They could have the intel we need. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” I say in a low, obedient tone.

“Commander,” she retorts.

“I understand, Commander.” I roll my eyes, “So.. Howlers. What are they?”

“If you had read the case file like a good little agent, then you wouldn’t be asking that question!” she roars into the microphone as the sound of another device being launched across the room echoes in the background. The Commander takes a moment to collect herself before continuing.

“We don’t entirely know. What we do know is that they-” the Commander cuts out.

“Hello? I mean, come in. Come in, Commander?”

“-there were multiple reports of civilians disappearing in the night. Locals believe the abductions are associated with the sound of howling. Clovehill’s seasonal rainfall makes it impossible to collect evidence.” I tap the communicator as radio interference interrupts the debriefing.

“Whatever you-” Tssssk. Tssssk.

“-keep your stealth suit on. It’s impenetrable. Going radio silent. Commander over and out.” The earpiece clicks as it turns off abruptly.

Is she serious? I have no idea what I’m up against. Coyotes? Werewolves?

A violet cloud puffs from underneath my footing, forming a path that leads north.

I’ve seen glowing paths like this in other video games before, they usually lead you to a waypoint or the start of a quest! I never realized how helpful this game mechanic is when you don’t have a map.

I flip the ebony hood over my head and pursue the colorful smoke cautiously, stalking to the shadows of trees and tombs.

In the distance, the full moon hovers over the peaked roof of a two story gothic house. The purple trail dissipates inside the disheveled and boarded up front door of the mortuary.

A rusty sign swings beside the entrance, desperately holding onto a single hinge for dear life.

CLOVEHILL VALLEY: MORTUARY. FAMILY OWNED FOR 69 YEARS.

That must be the mortuary where the distress signal originated. Didn’t the elevator message mention a scientist? What is a scientist doing in a mortuary?

I follow the trail until I arrive at the mortuary’s manicured front lawn. A tiered fountain decorated with gargoyles spills murky water from their maws. The square patch of land looks suspiciously well maintenanced in comparison to the overall property’s deteriorating adana escort condition.

A shadow in one of the second floor windows catches my eye. It looks like the outline of a person waving their arms frantically above their head.

That must be the scientist!

I motion for her to meet me on the ground level as I approach the front door.

The unknown figure transitions from flailing their arms to get my attention to motioning with their hands for me to stop.

As I jog onto the lush emerald blades of the courtyard, I’m able to identify the figure as a woman. She’s smaller than me, with a moderate bust and curvy hips that sway gracefully beneath her pristine lab coat.

Wait, did I get curvier?

I’m suddenly aware of how much more muscular my lower half is, sporting dancer’s legs and a robust ass. I hadn’t realized until now that my body’s proportions had changed in addition to my wardrobe. I run a gloved hand over my torso, discovering a slim stomach and well endowed chest.

Lost deep within my thoughts, I hardly notice the Scientist throwing an urn at me.

Throwing an urn at me?

I skid to a halt and flip backwards into a defensive crouch, landing silently with the assistance of the stealth suit. The urn shatters, making little noise on the damp grass, save for the crumbling sound of broken pottery.

Loud howling echoes from the depths of the mortuary. My face turns pale as a knot twists in my stomach.

Howlers. She was trying to warn me, not hit me.

A pack of nightmarish creatures pour into the yard, sprinting on two legs with reckless coordination of their limbs. It takes them milliseconds to crowd the site of impact, one of them standing mere centimeters from my face.

The Howlers appear humanoid in form, hunched over and limping in their gate. Their skin is bruised purple with protruding grey veins, most likely from a lack of oxygen. A thin, transparent liquid seeps from their pores.

The slime catches on everything the Howlers touch, leaving traces of their existence on the grass, bushes, and tombstones with the surface tension of tree sap.

This is it. I’m dead. I’m going to be stuck in this game forever! Or worse, die!

My heart rapidly drums as fear immobilizes me in my crouched position. I focus on controlling my breathing, rationalizing the situation.

They haven’t discovered you yet, stay calm. They must have bad eyesight. Stay calm.. How the fuck am I supposed to escort the Scientist to safety?

The Howlers groan amongst each other, communicating as they blindly navigate around the lawn. One of them brushes against my front as he slowly limps past, the smell of pepper filling my nostrils as I fight off a sneeze.

The little hairs on the back of my neck raise as his icey flesh slides across my tits, leaving a viscous trail of slime across the protective stealth suit. I can make out his features as he staggers.

Combat boots. Camouflage uniform. Buzz cuts. Are these troops? Is this a military cover up?

The zombie-like creatures eventually scatter into the surrounding brush as they further their search. Once they disappear into the foliage, I flash a thumbs up to the Scientist and quietly sneak towards the front door.

As the Scientist meets me at the doorway’s threshold, I quickly notice the black lingerie peeking out from her thin lab coat.

The femme lowers her blocky framed glasses and perks an eyebrow as she catches me staring.

Tssss.tsssk. I wince as the communicator in my ear buzzes with radio static.

“-Vix. Do you need back up? Come in, Vix. Radar intelligence has recorded a howl. Are you compromised? There’s a suicide cap in your wisdom tooth-“

I immediately rip the communicator out of my ear and toss it into the fountain’s basin, the device drowning as bubbles surface in its place.

Shit! Did they hear that?

A twig snaps behind me.

Oh yeah, they heard that.

I look up to see the Scientist’s green iris’ widen with horror, her pupils reflecting a row of Howlers standing directly behind me.

In an act of desperation, I lunge forward and tackle the tiny woman into the gothic parlor. The Howlers shrill, aggressively climbing over each other as their slippery coated fingers try to seize my ankles and miss.

I cross the house’s threshold and back kick the door as I reach the inside, the sound of painful growling and knuckles breaking in the door frame lets me know that I escaped their clutches.

As I turn the door’s lock, I realize that the mechanism is broken.

You just had to set the difficulty to Survival mode, didn’t you? Fuck.

I grope in the darkness for objects to bar their entry, but give up as the Howlers start opening the flimsy door.

I brace my back against the door, straddling my legs and digging my heels into the floor as I block the herd’s invasion. The gripped padding of the suit provides sturdy footing as I invest all of my strength into resisting them.

The ankara escort decrepit house shakes, puffing dust loose from wooden planks in the parlor as the Howlers’ assault intensifies. The Scientist recovers from her fall and moves inside my lap, directly facing me as she joins me in holding them back.

Amongst the commotion, she slips closer to me until I can feel her breath on my cleavage, her hands resting unusually close to the sides of my bust.

She seems very friendly-

The Howlers bang their appendages against the door, startling us as their forces are increasing. I groan as I can feel the strain of Vix’s strength depleting. I squint my eyes, examining the foyer for an escape.

There’s no shot this character is stronger than even one of them. Where’s the purple path? Does the game only guide you to the start of the quest? There’s got to be a back door or emergency exit.

“I can hold them off! Go look for a back door or window-“

Thud. A hand bursts through the withered wood beside my face, narrowly missing me.

Thud. Another loud bang as an entire arm breaks through the other side, my vision blurring as my adrenaline pumps.

Thud, thud, thud. More arms punch holes in the fragile door, sending splinters flying around us like confetti.

Their powerful hands capture my nape, forearms, ankles, and thighs as I jump to escape. The Scientist’s front firmly presses into mine as the Howlers clutch her hips, their fingers squeezing her plump ass.

Did she let them catch her?

The Howlers reel us in, sandwiching me between the door and the woman, my spine resting against the decayed wood. The stealth suit protects my skin from the splinters and the Howler goo, but I can still feel the pressure and texture of things as if I were nude.

My cheeks flush as the Scientist’s shapely yet plushy physique squishes against me. I chew my lower lip to mute the arousal that’s surging through me, my nipples hardening as her delicate frame compresses to mine.

The Howlers groan in frustration of their predicament, unable to fully break the door while keeping their prey trapped against it.

They can’t capture or devour us from this standpoint. If we don’t move, maybe they’ll lose interest. What do they want? To eat? Kill? Both-

Another fist punches through the frail door, sprouting between both of our legs. I scream as its location catches me off guard.

Fuck! This is going to be a painful way to die! There’s some things VR games shouldn’t be able to let you feel!

The Howlers chatter with low growls, purring in a collective pitch.

My bodice stiffens in defiance as their slimy hands massage their excretions all over my stealth suit, the liquid dripping off the impenetrable fabric like oil. I grimace as their hands roam my every crevice, leaving nothing unexplored.

A set of fingertips begin lightly stroking my sex, only applying a soft pressure to discover the outline of my slit. I inhale sharply in surprise and struggle against my restraints, my action only turning me on more as my round orbs rub against the woman’s chest.

The Scientist studies me as the Howlers work me over, humiliating me in front of her as she lustfully licks her lips. I suppress a whine to avoid encouraging them, the entire situation of them molesting me through the door feels ecstatic.

The mindless brutes redirect their efforts to the smaller woman, lathering their slime onto her in the same fashion.

The woman grasps my waist and sinks her nails into me like a cat gripping a scratching post. I shiver as she moans softly against me, the Howlers releasing her arms in the process.

They’re not trying to kill us, they’re trying to-What is she doing-!

The Howlers cup their hands between our legs, methodically teasing our pussies with light strokes. They move their thick digits back and forth in synchronized motions, teasing our engorged clits as they guide us into grinding against each other.

I rest against the door with weakening strength, unable to mask how good this feels.

The Scientist gropes my breasts, thumbing my erect nipples in the fabric. “Is this Kevlar tech? Impenetrable armor? Fascinating..” she says inquisitively, admiring the stealth suit’s ability to reshape and stretch.

“Wha.. What?” I pant in confusion and arousal of the entire situation.

“I apologize for the informality, but I figured I could be frank with you. After all, we are about to get very intimate with each other..” She grins knowingly, pressing her pelvis into me. The Howlers respond to her movement, caressing us harder.

Curling my hands into fists, I slam them against the door as I grit my teeth, my composed facade deteriorating fast.

“W-wh.. Why?” I stutter.

The woman pulls my hood back, licking and kissing the side of my exposed neck. “We spliced their DNA with something we shouldn’t have,” she giggles and adjusts the black frame of her glasses.

“The project adıyaman escort got a little out of hand, as you can see.” She spreads her legs farther apart, enabling the Howlers to better access her nether regions. “Mmm.. Back to your question though, Gorgeous-” She playfully nibbles along my jawline, “We found that the Howlers excrete an aphrodisiac to make their prey more.. submissive.”

The Scientist unbuttons her lab coat and unhooks her lacey brassiere, letting her large globes spring from their confinement. Her body is dripping from the chest and down with the syrupy aphrodisiac.

I cast my gaze to the side, extremely embarrassed as my pussy throbs for her touch.

“There’s only one way they’ll stop..” She whispers in my ear as she reaches down and leads one of the undead’s hands to my entrance.

I gasp as she inserts two of his fingers into my wet channel, the stealth suit’s fibers reactively stretching to glove his invasion. [STA: 3]

I can’t get infected as long as the suit doesn’t break, but I can still feel everything. Fuck.

I moan as the Howler twists his fingers, gingerly pumping them inside of me.

Satisfied with her decision, the Scientist then lures an idle hand to her eager entrance as she hooks her panties aside.

The zombies begin fondling her breasts and fingering her with a deep intensity, the loudness of her moans exceeding mine. She enters a trance, submitting to them as they cover her in a mixture of their stimulating toxin.

Her delicate figure writhes in their grasp as she orgasms, spilling her juices onto their hands. This triggers the Howlers as they grumble lowly, purring again.

All of their arms retract from between our legs, seemingly satisfied from making her cum.

I sigh with relief, yet feel more tense than before as the monsters stopped before I could finish.

The woman rests against me as she catches her breath, her fingertips tracing over my extended arms and the greasy hands still trapping me to the door.

Just then, a long veiny cock travels over my soft petals. I gasp, watching below as a Howler’s erection comes through an opening in the door, between our legs. It hardens from the soothing friction, gliding its impressive length from me to the Scientist.

The Howler quickly repositions himself and pokes the head into the female, letting her adjust to the intrusion. She clings to me as she beggingly moans, “Yes! I’ve always wanted to know what this feels like!”

He purrs in acknowledgement, slowly bobbing the length of his shaft deeper and deeper into her tunnel. He toys with her to the point where her pussy convulses, drenching him in another climax.

I hopelessly struggle in my restraints as he pleasures her, his rod teasingly rubbing me as he rocks back and forth.

If he maxes both of us out, then I fail the escort mission. I have to try-

Suddenly, the Howler bucks against the door and I reflexively dig my heels into the floor again, returning the force. This whiplash movement causes the busty woman to yelp as she falls onto more than half his length, the bulbous head pummeling her cervix.

The Scientist kisses me passionately as she moans. The Howler mounting her growls in satisfaction, his howl becoming the only one we can hear.

I reciprocate the depth of her kiss, whimpering in pleasure as the Howler grinds his cock against me, pushing past and pounding into the dainty female.

Her breasts bounce with mine as he steadily works us, adjusting the angle and speed of his thrusts to his liking.

“I’m cumming!” she screams as she hugs herself to me. This encourages the Howler as he swiftly pistons inside of her. His motions are instinctual, magnifying the intensity as he senses her orgasm.

The female locks her lips on mine, moaning profusely as she gladly orgasms for him.

The Howler gently pulls out of her as she finishes, dragging his length across me in the process. I shudder, finding myself desiring to be filled.

The Scientist continues to kiss me deeply as she starts kneading my clit between her fingers, the aphrodisiac still effecting her.

I rebel against the hands holding my arms with little success, murmuring into her mouth that I couldn’t handle the stimulation. The woman giggles at my attempt as she guides the top of his veiny purple cock into my opening.

She’s going to let him max me out!

I turn my head to break the kiss and look down at his length, the woman taking this opportunity to lick and gently suck my tender nipples through the stealth suit.

I clench my jaw as heat rises within me, subtle moans escaping me as her erotic attention sends jolts through my body.

Just then, the undead hands pinning me against the door loosen as the Howler enters me. I moan as he impales my pussy with his pulsing, sticky member.

He exerts the limits of the suit, lifting me off the ground with his monstrous size. The fabric does not tear as he skewers me on his length, asserting his dominance over me. [STA: 2]

I expel lustful sounds of encouragement as I grasp at the door behind me for support, my toes briefly leaving the floor.

The Howler purrs as my tight walls contract to his intrusion, appreciatively milking him. He withdraws from my warmth, lowering me to my footing.

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“Put you pink outfit in your bag dear, and let’s get you to your sorority house, before you are late.” Dr. Adams told Laura.

While Laura rushed to pack up her old clothes, Dr. Adams stood fingering the button on the remote control in her pocket, while thinking, ‘Oh my, I didn’t plan on this. Not only does my little joy buzzer give Laura’s cunt pleasure; it makes me hot watching her squirm. This can be highly addictive.’

“Follow me to the car, sweetie,” said the teacher, while she kept little egg inside of Laura vibrating on low to keep the girl at a nice low boil. She could just imagine the blonde getting turned on by watching her walk. Of course, Dr. Adams put on an extra special show of strutting for the girl.

Soon they arrived at Dr. Adams’s convertible Beamer. Dr. Adams took Laura’s book bag from her and tossed it in her trunk. When she opened the door for Laura, she noticed the blonde had trails of moisture running down her thighs. “Have you wet yourself sweetie?” she asked innocently.

It was embarrassing enough being so turned on that she was uncontrollable leaking her sex juices. Worse, Dr. Adams asked her in such a way that she felt like an errant girl who peed her pants. Laura stuck out her tongue and wet her lips, as her face turned a dark shade of red. “Yes,” she replied blushing.

“Be a good girl and wait there just a minute honey,” Dr. Adams said, as she walked around the car and then sat down in the driver’s seat and moved the sunglasses and books out of the way so Laura could sit down. “Now you can sit down.”

As she bent down to get into car seat Dr. Adams screeched, “Stop, your accident will stain the skirt!”

‘Oh God, how much more humiliating can my life get,’ thought Laura. She turned around to see if anyone was near. When she felt sure no one was looking; she quickly raised her skirt and sat down bare-assed on the soft leather seat. She rushed to close the car door behind her to hide the expanse of thigh she was displaying.

“Oh no you don’t young lady,” scolded Dr. Adams, as she slapped Laura on the thigh. “You are not going to ruin my leather seats either.” Then she proceeded to position Laura so that her long legs were parted and her pelvis was tilted up. Dr. Adams grasped the meat of the young blonde’s upper thigh and pulled it up so that she could examine the intimate areas between Laura’s legs. “Quick Laurie, wipe it up before you leak on my expensive seats!”

Dr. Adams looked on with pride as Laura quickly wiped up the offending trail of sexual nectar with her fingers. “That’s my good girl, let’s get you dried up again and then I’ll take you to your sorority meeting. Oops! There goes some more!” the older woman said as she pointed out another wet trail of fluid. “Don’t think I won’t give you a spanking in front of the sorority house if you stain my expensive leather seats!”

Laura swiftly captured the new stream of honey as it dangerously approached her teacher’s car seat. She watched her sex intently, lest it seek to get her in trouble yet again. The poor girl could feel her body flush with excitement from displaying herself in such a humiliating manner. Laura looked down in horror at the spread pink petals of her sex, as yet another trail began to appear at the base of her cunt. The poor girl was dismayed to discover that both of her hands were covered in her slick juices. She did the only thing she could and licked the musky honey from her fingers, before capturing some more nectar and licking it off as well.

Thus, Laura fell into the rhythm of her task. Swipe- swipe-lick-swipe-swipe-lick. Her juicy quim had blossomed and it was all the poor blonde could do to keep up with its copious discharge. Laura was slightly caught up in the moment and then she realized with a start zeytinburnu escort where she was and what she was doing.

Laura cheeks reddened in humiliation as she turned to look at her teacher’s matronly gaze. The blonde’s eyes fell from the embarrassment, while she cupped her hand over her sex to hide her shame.

Dr. Adams stroked Laura’s hair in sympathy. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of it sweetie, I think it is very beautiful. Come now, let momma have a look.”

Hesitantly, Laura moved her hand away from the plump slick lips of her sex. Her hopeful eyes gazed up longingly searching for approval from her teacher.

Patricia glanced around the empty parking lot, then back to her obedient student and smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty pussy, Laurie. It is so smooth and unblemished, like a virgin’s, yet at the same time it is swollen, red, and aroused as if you were a common whore.” The teacher started the car, turned the air conditioner up and said, “Open your pretty pink lips for me and I’ll dry you with the air conditioner.”

Laura scooted down further in the seat and held open her nether lips with her right hand, while her teacher aimed the vents at her aroused sex. ‘Oh! That’s cold,” Laura thought, as the frosty air evaporated the moisture on her slick mound.

Dr. Adams looked down appreciatively as chill bumps began to cover her young student. She felt a throbbing twinge in her cunt, as she looked at the stunning and obedient girl. Laura’s nipple’s had hardened and pointed through the thin fabric of her blouse, but what caught the teacher’s attention the most was her student’s clit. The cold air had caused the little nubbin to distend and contract into a tiny little pearl.

Unconsciously, Laura had moved her left hand under her nose and inhaled the scent of her sex, which emanated from her fingers.

Dr. Adams’s be speckled eyes took notice of this little detail. “Do you like the way you smell Laurie?”

“Yes, but . . .” Laura jerked her hand away and her lower lip trembled as she threatened to cry again.

“Yes, but what, sweetie?” asked her professor.

A crimson red blush spread from Laura’s face to her chest. “It t-t-turns me on,” she whimpered. Laura looked up at her teacher with renewed hope and asked, “What about the thing you put inside my – you know.”

“It’s called a pussy dearie, a pussy or a cunt.”

“-pussy. Can’t you turn it on and keep me from getting so wet?” Laura asked.

“Sure I *could* Laura, but then the batteries might run down and I want to save them for your sorority meeting. No, I think we should wait until you get to Lambda house.”

‘Besides, why on earth would I provide any negative stimulation, when you are behaving like the perfect obedient lesbian slave,’ thought the older woman.

Dr. Adams reached down, took off her shoe and handed it to Laura. “Here, your sex is almost dry now. Put your skirt down now. Then smell this to take your mind off the other. At least until we get to your sorority house.”

Laura took her professor’s shoe and wrinkled her nose up as she inhaled the scent of pantyhose, feet, and sweat. To her dismay, she found that the smell of her teacher’s feet was erotic too. She yearned to stroke her sex, but she knew she had to hold off until after her sorority meeting.

Dr. Adams drove the car to the sorority house and then helped Laura straighten up, until she was the picture of a young debutante. “Okay, Laura, I’m turning the device on now,” Dr. Adams said, as she brought out the remote control and turned the dial in the opposite direction. Now, instead of vibrating the little egg was giving Laura small electrical shocks. “This is going to feel uncomfortable, but it should keep you control your urges while you are at your little meeting. I’m setting it for one hour, so the discomfort will beylikdüzü escort grow until I can switch it back off. Make sure you meet me back outside in one hour, okay?”

Laura was wincing a little from the pain. It didn’t hurt terribly bad, but felt as if she was suffering bad menstrual cramps. “Yes, ma’am,” she replied as she opened the door.

Laura, walked up to the Lambda Epsilon Theta house, waved good-bye to her teacher, and entered through the front door. She heard the sound of spanking down the hall and one of the other pledges met her halfway with tears in her eyes. ‘Just what I need . . . another spanking. Whew, I’m still sore from the last,’ Laura thought as she took her place in line behind the other fidgeting girls.

The house president Terry saw Laura in line, frowned, then walked over and pulled her out of it. “Laura, get out of that line right now,” she quietly hissed.

‘Oh no,’ Laura thought, ‘She knows about the stuff that has been happening to me and she’s kicking me out!’ Laura felt her heart sink, when she realized she was going to have to tell her mother, she didn’t get accepted.

“Laura, leaders aren’t made on the receiving end of a paddle. Since you are going to be house president yourself one day, we have something special in mind for you,” Terry said, as she turned to walk up the stairs. “Follow me.”

Laura watched Terry’s ass sway as she walked up the stairs. Laura was thankful that she had the device embedded in her to help her control her urges and she was equally thankful she was dressed as an equal to these stuck up girls. Although, she didn’t feel like an equal, she was suffering from cramps and having to be so concerned about everything she did or said was giving her a headache. Laura longed for was the familiar feeling of arousal that came from the musky smell of a woman’s sex.

“In here Laura,” Terry said, as she let Laura into her room and locked the door behind the attractive blonde. She walked over and unlocked a small safe, retrieved a thick black photo album and sat down on the bed with Laura.

“Laura, I’m about to tell you about a tradition in this sorority that has gone on since its founding. Before we begin, I will give you the same choice that was given to me and every other house president. Promise to keep everything we talk about in this room a secret for the rest of your life. This means you can tell no one, not even your daughter. You have a choice to make. Walk out of this room now and take your place with the other girls or swear to keep our secret. If you ever tell, I promise you that every member of Lamda Epsilon Theta will make you rue the day you were born.”

‘Well, if mother was able to do it, I can bear whatever the consequences are,’ Laura thought, feeling very afraid of what was in store. “I swear I will keep it a secret.”

“Good, as I said earlier in the hall, leaders aren’t found at the end of a paddle . . .” Laura blushed when she heard this, because she had spent quite a bit of time there lately. ‘If Terry only knew what happened to me in the last few days,’ Laura thought.

“Leaders are found on the backs of their inferiors. So every year, one our top pledges befriends a freshman girl from the honor’s dorm, gains her trust, then *ruins* her. Now, I can tell by the look on your face you think this is horrible. But, how will you feel when you are CEO of a company and you have to lay people off or conduct a hostile takeover of the competition. Leaders have to be willing to make certain *sacrifices* and this is where the wheat is separated from the chaff,” Terry said seriously, as she opened up the photo album. “Anyway, it beats kissing a nasty old skull.”

She showed Laura picture after picture of young girls in various terrible situations. One was a picture of a girl in jail, below was the comment: Caught with drugs! beylikdüzü escort Ha ha! Another was naked, dyed purple, and running through a busy campus. What caught Laura’s attention was that in white letters on the girl’s back it said, “Warning: Victim of Excessive Masturbation”.

“Here, let me show you the best,” Terry said proudly. “Feast your eyes on this!” Terry showed Laura a picture of a young pretty, if slightly geeky young girl. She had long dirty-blonde hair and wore glasses. The girl was naked and covered in streams of thick white semen. The thick jizm was even in her hair and coating one of the lenses of her glasses. Behind the girl, there appeared to be a young man fucking her from behind. But what really caught Laura’s attention about the girl was the look of abject betrayal that blazed from her one visible eye. Her mouth was open, and it too was full of cum, but Laura could almost here the girl screaming, “Why?”

Laura shivered and tried to look away from the haunting image.

“It’s awesome isn’t it?” Terry said, “Your mother took that picture. She convinced that stupid bitch to blow the whole Alpha Phi house. She took the picture the moment she told the girl, she used her. Hopefully, you will be able to top that.”

Laura nodded her head. She was just thankful she didn’t have to look at the picture anymore.

“Here’s your assignment Laura. Your girl lives in room 233, her name is Susan Tyler. We’ve got her school records, photo and phone number. Take them, you may need them.” Terry looked closely at the photo, then back up at Laura. “Funny, if you had dark hair, glasses, and terrible taste in clothes, you two could pass for twins,” the house president said, as she passed the folder of materials to Laura. Laura looked at the photo and indeed the resemblance was uncanny.

“Laura, just remember to do your homework on this girl and don’t let your guard down for a minute. These girls are smart, but emotionally and socially they are very dumb. Use that to your advantage and you will do just fine.”

Laura secured the folder with shaking hands. The poor blonde felt cold inside. As helpless as she had been in the last few days, she had been able to depend on the compassion of strangers. Now she was expected to gain a stranger’s trust and then betray her. A painful cramp hit Laura and she wanted desperately to be somewhere else. Somewhere, where she didn’t have to worry about hurting people and she could feel all tingly inside again.

Another cramp hit Laura, almost making her double over. She looked at her watch and she only had a few more minutes left before the hour was up. “I wish I could stay longer, but I’ve really got to go Terry,” Laura said, putting all the information back in the folder.

“Are you sure Laura? We have a dinner planned?”

“No, I’ve really got to go. I want to get started the project you’ve given me,” Laura almost snapped at the Terry.

She tried to just leave, but she had to give her good- byes to what appeared to be the whole sorority. Finally, she was able to break free from the preppy bitches and leave. She ran pigeon-toed toward Dr. Adams’s car, as the shocks growing ever more painful.

All of a sudden Laura’s worst fears were realized. “Oh God, not that!” Laura moaned helplessly. Just as she turned the corner of Dr. Adams car, a shock caused her bladder to contract, the urine staining the front of her dress and pouring down her legs.

Laura squatted down behind the car, as the front and back of her skirt became dark with urine. She did her best to hide from the windows of the sorority house, until the flow stopped.

The car window rolled down and Dr. Adams looked out curiously at the squatting girl. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked innocently.

Laura’s face flushed with redness as tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down at her ruined skirt and the puddle that had formed underneath her. “I wet myself,” she whispered dejectedly.

To be continued. . .

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Her heart was racing, and though it was summer, she felt an odd mix of cold and heat overcome her body. She could feel her skin against the lace which she wore under the fitted suit. It was dark and she heard her footsteps echo faintly as she marched quickly across the plaza toward the poorly lit city park. It appeared that post-communist Russia still didn’t have enough money to repair burned out lampposts.

Her breath was shallow and she could feel the tingle of adrenaline right at the edge of her being. But it wasn’t fear that was coursing through her veins. It was excitement. She would rather have met in a public place. All of her training and agency protocol called for such meetings in public places. She had taken an extreme risk in meeting him in a park at night, but then again, like her contact at the agency had always said, she was all about risk. “You’ll get yourself fucked someday taking risks like that,” her contact had always said.

But it is only the unrecognizable that can afford to meet in public places. A cabinet minister could not afford being recognized with someone like her.

It was a risk and it looked like the risk was going to pay off. God, it was good. She felt like she was about to have the greatest fuck in her life. After two years of undercover work, she was about to talk to the key man at the center of the trading of arms, drugs and white slavery. Two years, and she finally would be able to spring the ring. After that, back to the “Dacha” for one more night, a coded message at the usual drop, a plane tomorrow and next week….. who knows… Operations Manager? District Contact?

She stopped, listened… looked … Confused for a moment by the echoes of her footsteps. Nothing. Her heart. Her breath. God, she was wet!

She reminded herself of the cardinal rule: The next step is always a lifetime away. Never assume you are home free. Between the Russian mafia, whose turf had been invaded by this Arabian operation, and the Moscow Security Agency, who in their infancy still want to show up the her agency at any cost, and never mind the Arabians themselves…. and who knows how many others that had high stakes in revenge… she knew she was a walking target.

A face flashed out of nowhere. One split second, frozen in front of her. A hand shot out clamping her mouth. She hauled out to punch, but her arms were pulled back from behind her. She kicked, connected with a shin. The man in front of her shouted a foreign swear, and instantly slapped her hard across the face. With burning jaw and watering eyes she began to shout, but a ball gag was shoved into her mouth. She yanked sideways and the three fell to the ground, struggling. She was flipped on her back, arms suddenly pinned under one of the man’s knees.

“Now, pretty bitch,” he slurred in English heavy with unrecognizable accent, bending over her, his iron hand around her neck, “You must learn to be more friendly tourist.”

She felt the other man kick her legs apart. Wide. And instantly she recognized the sound of a blade flicking open. She muffled a scream against the gag. She felt the blade against her thigh, and then the rush of night air on her pussy as the man cut her panties.

“No,” commanded the first man over his shoulder. “Idiot! Let’s get off path!” The man bent his face close to hers and hissed in her ear, “Listen, you behave like good little slut and we let you live.”

They lifted her under her arms and dragged her to a dark stand of trees. It shot through her head that this might “just” be a raping, and ironically, she thought, “and nothing worse.”

They slammed her against a slim tree. The first man took off his belt. Her eyes widened as he slung it around her neck and the tree, then cinched it tight, almost chocking her. The shorter man spread her legs against two other saplings and tied them there, while the first yanked her wrists behind the tree and handcuffed them.

The taller man grabbed her hair and yanked so hard that her head twisted sideways and up, and she felt his unshaven cheek close to her ear, “Listen, whore! We have zeytinburnu escort instructions to bring you back alive.”

He pinched her nipples through her suit. Hard! She moaned and sank into her knees, but felt the belt tighten around her neck and regained her stance.

“Lucky for you, else we fuck you and then leave you for the dogs.” He shoved his hand into her skirt.

“But little bitch, our instructions only to bring you alive. No one say anything about not fucking you first.” She twisted and struggled against the cuffs and her bound ankles as he wedged his middle finger into her cunt. The other man ran his hand up her thigh from below. She tossed her head, only to feel the belt choke her. A hand forced its way into her cut panties from behind and now fingers were sliding over her asshole and her clit.

“Ahhh, you little whore dog. You already wet,” he laughed, “You like this, no?!” With his other hand, he ripped open her suit jacket. The knife flashed again as it cut her bra exposing her full tits. As he grabbed one round tit in his huge hand and squeezed, he plunged a finger deep inside her pussy again. She groaned against the gag stuffed in her mouth. Her knees again went weak and she sank into the belt around her neck. The finger curled inside her, hard, and made her grind her hips against it. Oh God, she couldn’t believe that she actually wanted that finger to fuck her harder.

She felt the other man’s hand probing her ass and she heard him spit on his hands. Oh, God, no! She writhed and tried to rise away from the hand grabbing her, groping, seeking to wedge itself in between her cheeks. Oh God, no, she grunted against the gag, as the finger pressed into her asshole. She was being fucked by fingers, stuffed full from both ends. The fingers were plunging in and out. The man pushed up against her, pressing her into the tree, pressing his weight against her, squeezing her, and then she felt him sink his teeth into the nape of her neck. He bit down hard. She wiggled and muffled sobs and all the while bucked against the hands that were fucking her, taking her, opening her, making her… Oh God… YES… cum, and cum, oozing juices of her sick pleasure all over their hands.

If they fucked her afterwards, she didn’t know. She passed out from chocking herself against the belt.

She woke up to the pain of bound ankles and her wrists bound behind her back. The gag was still in her mouth. Her jaw hurt. The blindfold prevented her from seeing where they were driving. She was lying across the back seat of a car. Her ass and pussy were sore from being taken so roughly. She was ashamed and disturbed by how wet she got being raped. What had happened to her pride and independence? How could she so quickly give in to being raped?

The car stopped and she heard one of the men get out and shout to someone to lower a bridge. Chains and creaking. A clunk and the man got back in the car and it lurched over the bumpy bridge and then into what echoed like a courtyard.

Suddenly, fear brought her senses back to her. Being raped was only the beginning. She knew that wherever she was, she was at the mercy of whomever commanded this abduction. The Arabians maybe. Perhaps the Russian mob. They may have already assassinated the minister for all she knew.

If she resisted their interrogation, she would be tortured and die painfully. Even if she told all she knew, she would most certainly die. Her heart was now racing as the two men got out. One of them opened the door, untied her ankles and yanked her out. She had lost her heels and the bare ground was cold and damp. The night air hit her bared tits and turned her nipples hard.

One of them grabbed her and dragged her along blindfolded. She stubbed her toe on the cobblestone, but was forced to keep up. A door creaked and she was led down stone stairs. It smelled musty. She could taste the adrenaline in her mouth.

As she circled the last turn of the stairwell, she felt it become increasingly warmer. They must have entered a room. The floor was warm, beylikdüzü escort the air thick and almost too hot.

She was yanked to a stand and her hands were briefly untied and then she felt wide steel cuffs placed around them, and they were the hoisted up, so her hands were almost straight over her head. The gag was released but not the blindfold. Her ankles were forced apart and cuffed to the floor.

Her tits jutted out of her torn shirt, and under the cut panties, her spread pussy was exposed to the warm air. She suddenly understood that she wasn’t abducted by the arms dealers or even the drug connections, but by the white slavery operators. In that case, it was not information they wanted. She shuddered thinking of what she had learned about white slavery. And simultaneously, she felt her cunt flush with excitement. Into what depravity had she descended to become excited at that thought?

The men had left her there for some endless time. She felt a fire burning in front of her. She lapsed between dosing off with extreme drowsiness and jerking awake with acute fear. To her horrifying shame, every time she jerked awake, she felt arousal. She hoped they would think it was just sweat making her cunt glisten.

She snapped awake again to the sound of footsteps descending.

A person came so close to her she could smell a musky cologne. A man then. She felt him circling her.

“So…” he finally said. “This is the bad girl who has been trying to penetrate my operations.”

Her entire body was tense now. The voice was deep and the tone sarcastically nice, but she could taste the malicious intent behind it. It also was foreign, but its accent was refined by education.

“Such a naughty thing to do…” he was circling.

She jumped as she felt something leather run gently along her cheek.

“Sticking your nose in other people’s business.”

Her breath was shallow. She could feel her tits heaving with every breath.

“And from such a pretty little girl like you. One would not expect such naughty behavior.”

She was silent… waiting… fearing… knowing she would not be spared.

She yelped as she felt a crop spank her ass. Even through her clothes, it stung.

“What AM I to do with such a naughty little girl?” He circled and she tensed her ass every time her circled behind her. “Well, let’s inspect you further.”

She twitched her thighs as she felt the crop run along them.

“Ahhh, what have we here? Your panties are torn.”

She felt the long, smooth crop shaft run along her thigh and then…. oh God…. back and forth between her slick pussy lips….. oh yes…… she caught her breath and held it, bit her lower lip.

“My, my… I do believe this little slut is wet. Are you wet, little slut?”

She bit her lip harder, snorting short, sharp breaths with flared nostrils.

*Twack!* The crop smacked the inside of her thigh. She screamed! She felt her hair suddenly yanked back and his mouth brushing her ear.

“Answer me, you little slut!” She panted, moaning from the pain of her hair being pulled, and felt her pussy on fire as the crop shaft once again slid along her wet cunt. She couldn’t admit that she was wetter than she had ever been; that she wanted a man’s cock in every hole of her body at once, raping her until she passed out. She was sickened by how scared she could be and yet wanting nothing more than to be used like fuck animal.

He threw her head forward. “Very well. As you wish,” he said.

Suddenly she felt the blindfold loosen, and she clenched her eyes as the brightness of the room stabbed into them. Slowly she opened them and found herself in the middle of a medieval torture chamber. In front of her was a huge fire place, as tall as her, and the fire in it was burning hot.

Chains with cuffs hung from the walls, and in one corner she saw a wheel on an angle with cuffs at four places. There was a wooden horse with iron cuff, large enough to lock a neck in place, and the whole horse just long enough for a beylikdüzü escort bent over body, leaving the rear exposed. There was a huge wooden cross with cuffs at the ends. And all along the walls hung whips and crops and wooden batons of every size.

The man was stunningly handsome. He was in a riding outfit, with tall, fitting black leather boots and riding pants emphasizing his strong legs. He wore a black shirt that was open at the top and showed a muscular chest. He was taking a single tail bullwhip with a woven leather handle from the wall. He walked back to her, and circled behind her. Her body tensed with fear and terrifying anticipation.

He pulled over a platform, on which was mounted an odd, two-foot high, phallic pillar. A stalagmite made of iron with wires running out from underneath the base. He placed the thing under her spread legs, directly under her pussy.

“Now listen closely, my little slut. I am going to strip those clothes from you with my whip here. Should you find it too much to bear and your knees begin to weaken, your pussy will eventually come in contact with this pillar, which will penetrate you, open you up, and rape you. And the more you sink the more this will gorge your pussy open. Should you be on it for longer than five seconds, it will send a shock right through your pussy. Not enough to kill you, but enough to give me pleasure in seeing you convulse.

“You see, my little pussy, I have had my eye on you for some time. Your beauty is stunning. Your smarts admirable, and your independence, yes… well, here is the deal: If you withstand the lashings without getting shocked in that little luscious cunt of yours, then you keep your independence. If not, you surrender it to me.”

The first lash struck her along her back and she screamed. The lash had cut through her suit jacket and just barely kissed her skin fire hot. Adrenaline flooded her mouth like a cock exploding with cum. And suddenly she knew she was lost. Ready to abandon all independence and pride. Eager to give in to a desire that had always been deep inside her: to be owned. Owned like an animal that is used for fuck pleasure. Used and abused like a piece of meat whose sole purpose is to be wrapped around hard cock and fucked. Splashed with cum of one or many, as seen fit by a master whose cock she would live to please and serve.

The second lash came down across her shoulders. She moaned and arched her back away from what she knew she couldn’t avoid.

The lashes came regularly then, one after the other. He moved around to her front and she clenched her eyes in fear of getting struck in the face, but he was obviously an expert. The whip cut from the nape of her neck along her collarbone between her breasts, shredding her clothes. She felt herself being stripped by his whip. More skin and body exposed with every lash. Until, lash by lash, she was naked. Tits, cunt, ass, all vulnerable for his sadistic pleasure.

Another lash kissed her nipple, stinging it with extreme pain. Oh God. She didn’t know if she could bear it. Sweat between her legs mixed with her cunt juices and oozed down her thighs. The lashes burning into her body. The red welts rising on her belly, her back, her ass, her stomach. Oh God, and she was wet, but couldn’t take it anymore and was sinking, couldn’t hold herself up any more. She feared the impalement of huge steel cock and wanted it so badly to rip her pussy open. The lashes seared into her, sweat ran down her body, she was … Oh God…. yes, the fat cock pushed into her… she was being whipped and fucked… the cock split her pussy open further as she sank on to it deeper. The cuffs pulled her arms tight, her tits were being pushed out, and then…

Ahhhh!!! Stung again by the whip! And she sunk further, her pussy gorged, raped… Unnnnnggghhhhh, YES… She grunted like an animal. She was riding the iron cock, grinding her cunt onto it to impale it further into her body… She wanted to force the cock through her whole body and out her mouth, to have her whole naked body impaled on a fuck stake and marked and welted, exposed, her tits, her pussy, her ass, all for his taking, his whipping, his pleasure, oh yes the pleasure of the AAAHHH!!! The shock sent pulses through her body clenching her pussy and throbbing her body. She convulsed in waves of shuddering pain and cum and tears and sobs… and blackness, an empty void of blackness and pure pleasure.

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Chianti’s Pleasant Afternoon

Chianti felt very relaxed. She’d just had her facial scrub and was wondering idly if little Desti, formally “Mistress Modestine” was holding down the fort, or rather, the dungeon.

Desti was a sexy little thing, and although she was somewhat temperamental. She knew how to get submissive’s attention!

When Chianti left for her spa appointment, Desti was sewing H. Locticus Larren’s erection to his stomach.

It was fascinating watching Desti pushing the needle into the foreskin and the edges of Larren’s cock and neatly wiping off the little blood marks. Apparently it didn’t hurt Larren that much, since he was still very excited.

When Desti sewed the penis completely, so it looked a little ridiculous standing straight up, rubbing her teasing fingers against it as she knelt before him, her cleavage pushing against the lacy body stocking.

Oh, how her boobs jiggled as her long French nail tickled the tip of his poor cock…

Larren stared down and gasped.

Suddenly, Desti flashed a nipple, and Larren’s penis surged, pulling away from his potbelly, just ruining Desti’s knitting project! And then he came.

Larren had been through extensive oral training as well. Larren’s wife, Amina, had complained to Chianti that Larren was obsessed with skull-fucking and it had been painful and annoying for her.

Larren was also into femdom, and so Amina had focused on that and eliminated giving him blowjobs, but she knew that Larren watched a lot of deepthroat-ish porn, and it made her, as a feminist, angry.

“Don’t worry, Mina honey” Chianti had emailed her “Desti and I will give Larren a taste of his own medicine. He’ll have to choke and learn to breathe through his nose until he’s thoroughly sick of giving head or watching women giving it, too.”

And Larren’s visits to Chianti’s dungeon had been filled with a lot of forcing Larren to take heavy, huge and wide rubber and plastic dildos into his narrow mouth.

The choking and the tears as he gasped for air had been very therapeutic!

It made Larren a more compassionate person, through having Desti’s tiny hands grabbing his ears as she slammed her hips towards his mouth, shoving the two foot strap-on home until he nearly vomited.

The training had been good for Larren and when he’d gone back to Amina (Larren visited from Shriebvogel, about seventy miles north of Buttermilk Falls) he was far more meek.

He had been trained into how to self-administer an enema and clean himself out, so Amina could skull-fuck his face, and then go for an “entry in rear”.

And then eventually Larren could do this for Amina’s gay friends as well!

Eventually the Larrens moved even further, out of state to Ypsilanti, Michigan and then Larren only came to Buttermilk Falls once every few months on business.

When Larren was at home, he serviced his wife in a thousand different ways, as well as her various suitors of either gender.

He got no orgasms, but if his wife’s email reports to Chianti and Desti were favorable, then, one afternoon every few months when poor Larren drove his potato chip truck through Buttermilk Falls, the ladies would put him through an ordeal, and then he’d be allowed to cum!

Two hours of torture plus an orgasm was easily worth five hundred bucks, right?

The penis sewing thing was brand new, and it apparently turned Larren on quite a bit, though anything would, really, as he’d not cum since November.

On several occasions he’d annoyed his gentle wife, and she’d forbidden him to visit Chianti’s dungeon for the key.

But finally, after seven months, he’d been allowed a visit, and Chianti had ordered Desti to make him pay for having annoyed Amina so much.

Although Desti and Chianti had lived a long way from Larren’s residence, they had come to visit once or twice and become good friends with Amina, and had worked to help her really give Larren the punishments he’d craved.

Larren had been a spendthrift for so long-and now that Amina ruled the roost, it was up to Larren to financially save and find ways to pay for Amina’s purchases, and to meekly take vicious wooden paddle whippings when he couldn’t afford to give his Mina a second pair of shoes.

They’d arranged to meet other couples through an ad that Chianti had done for them on a bondage site…several pictures of Larren and Mina on a hike, walking hand in hand, dancing, and then one of him naked and welted holding on to her knees as she tapped a cane and stared down at him.

Through Chianti’s guidance, Larren had learned not to buckle or lose his temper when Amina criticized and ridiculed him in front of their friends. Once, before Larren had gone into full time chastity, Amina had become annoyed at a barbecue because Larren, charged with making and bringing potato salad had fucked up an ingredient.

Amina had ordered Larren to pull his cock out of his pants in front of their friends, and she’d whacked it with a hot hamburger spatula, and ordered him to tuzla escort leave his penis out for the rest of the day…

As Larren’s relationships with their friends had changed, it had led to better public behavior. No more loud, dirty jokes, or ass-slapping of other men’s wives for Larren.

Larren was trained to see his friends and their wives as his Masters and Mistresses as well,

When they got together with other couples now, he spent a good deal of time serving and waiting on others, and sitting quietly otherwise, while the loud sports talk and that sort of nonsense went on without him.

And it helped him be so devoted to his Amina!

And Larren, who was usually proud and macho had done this with complete meekness.

The marriage counseling had done so much good!

And, they’d helped with a second domestic situation, the training of the sons of Amina and Larren, Ivan and Axel. The boys were in their twenties, and both worked as truck drivers in the same firm that employed Larren senior, but otherwise they were very different!

Axel had been a hideous mess-he’d been involved with online gambling, losing huge amounts at Texas Hold-Em, and he’d also been a drug addict.

When it looked like Axel might wind up being killed by loan sharks, Chianti and Desti had counseled the anxious parents, who had in turn offered to pay Axel’s debts if he was willing to comply with their training and wishes.

Amina began giving Axel bare-bottom spankings and one day Ivan came home and jokingly said he would take over if Mom got sick of it, which angered and humiliated his older brother.

Amina felt badly, telling Chianti that Ivan and his friends had good-naturedly bullied Axel, who was lousy at sports, and whined a lot, and it had caused Axel to have a complex about being mistreated by a younger brother. Ivan was twenty two, and Axel twenty-eight,

Chianti had learned from talking to Ivan that although he was a big, strong guy, he was very bisexual and loved a good “nine inch wonder”.

She suggested to Amina that instead of discouraging Ivan from bullying Axel, that Ivan should take over his older brother’s punishments, and Chianti and Desti had taught Ivan how to order the protesting Axel to strip down and take a good horsewhipping in the garage.

Axel’s girlfriend, who the family had never approved of, walked into the garage and happened upon this scene, and had dumped Axel for being such a little bitch, and had given Ivan a nice blowjob!

Within a year, Axel was resplendent in garter belts and full make up, and he’d become Ivan’s full time sissy “girlfriend.”

Perhaps the breaking point was when Chianti took Axel to get his tongue stud, so his service to his younger brother would ultimately satisfy.

The two lived in their own place, and it was well equipped with whips and kneeling stocks and nice high heels…and Axel was a hard worker who turned his paychecks over to Ivan, who split them with Amina to pay off Axel’s old gambling debts.

In a way, Axel was unhappy in that he was fully heterosexual and had to service his younger brother, who was a tough disciplinarian, but gradually he’d begun to enjoy it, and now the sibs sent grateful Christmas cards to Chianti’s dungeon!

Chianti felt like she’d truly straightened out the Larren family…

As Chianti continued to relax and enjoy her face massage, she thought less about the Larrens and more about Desti.

Desti was also Chianti’s submissive, as well as being a dominant employee of the business.

This meant after a long day of torturing and humiliating men and women for Chianti’s “counseling” service, Modestine would put crickets and fire ants in her own bra and have them bite her breasts as she knelt before Chianti.

First Desti would lick her Mistress to a glorious climax, and did Chianti enjoy standing there as the girl went at it, spurred by the feasting insects!

Then Desti would be allowed to masturbate with a sharpened Ticonderoga Number Two pencil, bright yellow…stabbing away at her tender, shaven bald clitoris.

And, at this time of the month, Modestine’s mouth would be full as she frigged herself-being forced to chew on one of Chianti’s bloody menstrual pads, or perhaps fellating a tampon or two!

Oh, the focus, the humiliation!

This while Chianti, her own orgasm complete, walked around to stand behind the naked, kneeling redhead.

Desti would chew the pads, endure the biting of the insects, try not to injure herself with the pencil, while keeping it close enough for friction…

And then she’d move her pretty buttocks up from her ankles and endure at least twenty cruel slaps of the cane.

And eventually she would rupture, cumming hard and screaming masochistically!

Then, the ladies would dress and go have dinner out.

So now, Chianti, relaxing at Robillard’s spa, could truly let go, knowing that Mistress Modestine had the dungeon covered while she, Chianti, ümraniye escort would enjoy the royal spa treatment.

Opening her eyes, Chianti smiled up at Robillard, who owned the Buttermilk Falls Equi-Spa. He had just finished rubbing her temples, and she felt glorious.

Three chairs over, the fat, delusional wife of Englert Creekmore, the managing partner of Eckroad, Creekmore & Mulford was having her hair set by Audra, Robillard’s cousin.

Mrs.Creekmore had no idea that her Englert met with Chianti three times a week to have burning candles inserted-the big fat kind into his anus and the little birthday sort in his urethra!

Schiebach Silsby, waiting like a nice boy for his aunt’s hair to be blown out, smiled at Chianti and blushed hotly when she winked at him.

Poor Schiebach looked so ridiculous, in his bow tie, primly holding his aunt’s purse. Chianti could tell he still wasn’t sitting comfortably after the last session.

And although Shy had taken many cruel canings, this particular buttocks pain was from something a bit heavier!

Shy had been seeing Chianti for eleven years and devoted all the earnings that he didn’t need to support his elderly female relatives to his monthly visit.

Now, Chianti felt a buzz and looked at her phone. Autumn, the spa’s business manager had sent a text asking if Chianti wanted to mistreat Robillard in the cellar, but it was a busy afternoon, so no.

But Chianti loved it at Robillard’s salon. She felt so pampered!

Robillard also took care of cutting and frosting Chianti’s hair, threading her eyebrows, doing her nails and taking care of the depilatory thing to de fuzz her glamorous body.

Men are such pervs, depraved wanting us to have hairless girlish figures. Chelsea Handler had joked about that and was absolutely right, Chianti reflected.

But Robillard did all of Chianti’s work for free, and otherwise, he was quite an expensive stylist.

Chianti wondered sometimes if Robillard’s family had all dominant females and submissive males. Robillard had a brother, Robespierre, called “Pete” and he’d been a fairly normal guy, until his college roommate began dating this brassy blonde waitress, who loved to eat.

Pete had a mini fridge and hotplate in the room (he was a notorious overeater, as was Robillard, both pudgy bastards) and when Jill, this bossy, brassy waitress got annoyed because the roommate wasn’t feeding her right, she raised hell, and Pete would feed her, as he was a great cook.

Eventually Jill and Pete’s roommate broke up (Chianti suspected the roomie had a nervous breakdown) and the next time Pete saw the waitress, as she sashayed her buxom boobs up to serve him a Reuben sandwich, he smiled gamely.

And what do you know? Jill told Pete she missed his meals “You are a wimpy type, and I usually hate geeks, they annoy me, but you made one hell of a Chicken Cacciatore.”

Pete had timidly told Jill that she could come for dinner whenever she liked, and although he found her very attractive, he would be happy and grateful just to feed her and have her keep him company in the dorm.

Within two weeks Pete had left the dorm and moved to Jill’s apartment, and some time after that she began spanking him…

They’d been hitched a good fifteen years now, Pete and Jill, and Chianti had watched once as Jill had put poor Pete in a penis pillory at a party at the Paincafe, Buttermilk Falls’s BDSM oriented hotel.

Pete had meekly submitted to the pillory, and looked down awkwardly as his penis flagged, poking out of the little hole, and it jumped up again as Jill and various women toyed with it, until Pete’s wee-wee got rather empurpled.

But then a neighbor, who Pete had occasional words with because of the neighbor’s lack of garden hygiene and his barking dog, approached. Biff, the neighbor was in the BDSM scene, which was a surprise to Pete and Jill.

It seemed that Pete had been on an equal footing with this man, Biff, who had been annoyed and quite aggravated when Pete had reported him to the Buttermilk Falls City Council for not keeping his landscaping up to neighborhood standards.

And, the guy had been a little intimidated, as Pete was a worldwide engineer and had been instrumental in revolutionizing Naval ship design, designing the first ship on a computer, and he’d patented several inventions.

Pete owned his house, and poor Biff just rented his. Biff had been screamed at by Pete in a town meeting.

And then Biff came up to naked Pete at the party, standing with his dick poking through, and Jill had invited Biff to take out his resentments on Pete’s ass and cock with a Licorice Whip crop.

“Jill!” Pete had whispered “That guy is a total asshole, a douchebag! And if you let him hit me, he’ll never get his yard in shape!”

But Jill laughed good naturedly…Chianti, who heard the whole exchange (she’d taken a couple of cracks at Pete’s pud with the Licorice Whip) also chuckled.

And then poor kadıköy escort Pete’s eyes widened as Jill, her glorious peroxide hair up in a bun, jutted her considerable cleavage forward telling Pete that he could go and clean and trim up Biff’s yard himself.

“And you’d better call him Master while you do it!”

Pete had,like most submissives, a safe word, but he didn’t use it, and Chianti spotted his penis getting very hard…though he was a bit horrified,too.

Chianti had giggled inwardly when she’d seen the shame and humiliation in Pete’s eyes…resentful tears, but what could he do?

Biff came up and whipped Pete’s penis until he screamed, and then went around to the back and caned his bare ass as he stood, helpless in the penis pillory.

Then Jill had bent down to give Biff a blowjob, and Pete protested angrily, and surprisingly, Jill agreed, and instead unlocked Pete and made HIM blow Biff.

Quite fascinating!

Robillard and Robespierre’s youngest brother, Rasputin, had been at that BDSM party as well. He lived with Pete and Jill while he was going to optometry school, and Jill had long determined that Ras was much too self absorbed.

When he’d come to live with them, he’d been a woman crushing, bimbo chasing and very self centered Fiat convertible driver, quite indulged by his parents, girlfriends and everyone else.

But Jill had noted that Rasputin was fascinated by the relationship she had with Pete, and soon Jill had Ras in a chastity piercing.

But when they went to BDSM parties, Jill would immediately order Ras to strip and take him to where there was a small ring in the wall of the hotel party room. She would connect the ring at the tip of Rasputin’s cock to the ring in the wall, blindfold him, and walk away.

And Ras would have to stand there, the wall ring a little bit above his waist, and stay alert, for if he slumped or tried to sit down, his penis might be ripped off…

But Rasputin and Robespierre, (poor Pete) thrived on such treatment!

And Robillard wasn’t much different.

Robillard just adored Chianti. He actually had married one of her dungeon employees, and evil Cuban called Venganza. (“Venganza” is Spanish for vengeance, of course. Perhaps Chianti should have warned Robillard of this before the nuptials.)

And Veni was certainly a proper wife for this pitiful beautician.

Veni was not particularly enthralled with Robillard physically, so Chianti locked our stylist in chastity and allowed him, once a week to view Venganza stripping slowly as he masturbated.

Thus there would be no petitioning to mount her and that sort of nonsense!

Usually when the beleaguered hairdresser came to the point of trembling orgasm, Venganza would whistle through her teeth, often while unbuttoning a top or taking off her demibra.

Robillard was trained to cease his masturbation then and put his hands on the top of his head until his penis ceased its reign to tumescence.

This ritual was one that Robillard had fantasized about for years, and although he protested mightily, when Veni asked him reluctantly “Do you want to make love” Robi would tell her he liked the way things were, even if a tear did run down his pudgy cheek!

Veni did her best to make these weekly self-stimulations as harrowing as possible for poor Robillard. Her cousin Charmaine sometimes would stand next to Basil, teasing his anus with one long, pretty finger, and playing with his nuts as he gaped at his slowly disrobing spouse.

Other times Robillard was ordered to chew vile yellow laundry soap, or one of Veni’s younger brothers would shoot BBs from an air rifle at his naked ass to distract Robillard as he toyed with himself, just to slow him down.

Shooting BBs worked other times as well, after Robillard had been spanked and was standing naked in the corner, Venganza’s brother Jorge, who had learned marksmanship in the Special Forces loved bouncing the BBs off his flabby rear cheeks.

And once, when Robillard had forgotten Veni’s dry cleaning, she’d hung Robillard from a tree, and after putting protective goggles on him, allowed her brothers and cousins to shoot many, many BBs at his shaved crotch…

But her cruelest times were during the masturbation times, since he was so desperate, going to bed night after night in frustrated lockdown.

He was so desperate to see Veni naked and start his chicken choking, and Veni took about half an hour to strip slowly.

Now and then she would cuff Robillard to an eyebolt in the ceiling, hanging by his wrists, and he would have to blindly use his fingers to find the combination to a combination lock, the kind on school lockers.

Poor Robillard would be desperately swinging from the ceiling, trying to get down to start his masturbation! The deal was, he had to get loose, come into the room where Veni was taking off her clothes, beg for the key to his chastity device, unlock himself and start beating his meat.

Often though, he wouldn’t get the combination soon enough and by the time he rushed in the room, Venganza would have taken off all her clothing, and was in a bathrobe, and had put the key away…Robi took these times very, very badly.

This meant he couldn’t see Veni naked and would be locked with no possibility of orgasming till the next cum-day.

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He stays up all night. I wonder what he’s doing, but I wonder what he’s thinking more than anything. He’s always busy he says, but always finds time to talk to people. I didn’t know what to think when he got angry at me. He can be such an asshole but he’s so insane. So fucked up in the head. So wrong. And yet to me…so right…in a very twisted sort of way.

I see him with his widened eyes. Dilated pupils or constricted ones like pinheads. Always more than out there. Always bathing in his own world of Chaos. His own world of desecration, madness, and utter destruction. So many personalities. So many sides. So many viewpoints. He’s a walking paradox and I love it.

I am by no means in love with him, however. I am in love with his madness though. The madness of anyone like him. Funny that all this proves, as the Cheshire Cat said, “As you can see, I’m not all there myself.” My dark and twisted fantasies are proof of that.

Every time he laughs it’s like the world is one big joke. The world is his chessboard and he is the Chess Master. ataşehir escort He orchestrates his life like a Chaos symphony and yet he has no control. He walks with paranoid eyes. Eyes aware and unaware. Eyes filled with rage and eyes filled with depression. Eyes filled with delight…dark delight, and eyes filled with defeat. A worn and rugged man who talked about being old when he really is just as youthful as I. Now I think I understand what he means.

And then I realized that his madness turns me on. Someone so completely disconnected from the world that has done just about every drug in the book and lived exactly how he wanted to his whole life. His insanity…his addictions…I want to fuck it all.

I want him to grab me by the hair and look at me with wide, intense eyes. Rage filled eyes. Eyes that say he wants to kill me. Or at least eyes that demand me be at his disposal.

My dark desire to go insane has left me searching in the strangest of places. I’ve wanted to feed off of him for so long but never istanbul escort understood why. Now I know. I want a piece of his insanity. I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel it dominating me. Taking me by the hair, bringing me to my knees and showing me what insanity really is. I want him to do whatever he wants. Pump me with drugs. Fuck me raw. Scream at me. Desecrate me. Tear me down.

His madness is so arousing. Ever since we first spent any sort of time together. And his duality. His sweet, cuddly side that I saw a few times over a few days. I want it to start off that way, actually. I want him to be affectionate, and then pull me to the floor by my hair. Grab me by the neck and constrict my air flow while looking with intense madness into my eyes. Then an abrupt jerk to my feet as he jams his tongue down my throat while he pulls my hair. He’ll push me back and put his hand around my neck again, and when I really can’t breathe, he’ll let me go and I’ll fall to the floor. He’ll sit atop me, hold me down and kiss me kadıköy escort again for a brief moment.

He’ll abuse me. Defile me. Tie me up and fuck me. Pour hot wax on me. Inflict all of his rage upon me. Inflict all of his pain. All of his madness. All of his emotion…all at once. I’ll be dripping wet the whole time…

His energy is so negative that it surpasses all of the negative energy I have ever felt, and I want to feel it. I want to feel his insanity. Maybe he’ll even cut my skin slowly with razorblades, licking the blood from the wounds and kissing me as my own blood oozes into my mouth. The ultimate sadomasochistic fantasy is before my eyes. I want it badly. Everyone will think I’m crazy and maybe that’s the idea.

Oh if he had any clue. Maybe he’d want me again…if he ever did. Maybe even he would think I’m crazy. I will always wonder. I will always lust for him. I’ll try to forget this but it will keep coming back. I’ve denied it for so long, unable to understand it, but now it’s crystal clear and etched in my mind. My intrigue is my delicious demise.

Fuck me, stranger. Fuck me…dare I call you Incubus? You speak of Chaos. You bring it about inside me. You make me want you and maybe you don’t even know it. Maybe you do, and it wouldn’t surprise me.

Bringer of Insanity: FUCK ME WILD!