Author: admin

This is my first story. I hope you like it.

I watch my sister, Tera, in her room, naked, fingering herself. This was the first time i have ever seen another girl play with herself. It made me real hot.
I burst in and said, “Can I help?”
“No, you are my sister. Get the fuck out.”
So I walk out and went to my room. I grab my handcuff, I keep them under my bed so if i ever do get a boyfreind, i can make him use them on me. I walk back into my sister’s room. I grab her my her hair and throw her on her bed. I pounce on her and handcuff her hand to her bed post. Our parents were out for a week, so this was a good time to practice being a lesbain. I started by sucking on her tits. She was 12 and i was 17. She had some 31C tits. I liked them so much i started to play with on of them.
She is yelling “No.”
So i decide to bite her left tit while playing with her right tit with my tongue. She screams ever louder. I moved down to her pussy and started licking it. I stuck my tounge in her tight, virgin pussy. When i got to the virgin barrier, i pushed my tongue even harder until it broke. She screamed and i licked up the blood. She was moaning and was begging me to stop. I removed my tongue and stuck a finger in her. She was tight. I stuck another finger in and then another in. She is screaming. I remove my hand and start smacking her pussy. I did that for about 3 minutes.
Tera is screaming, “Sister, please stop. You are hurting me.”
I said, “Shut up, Bitch or I will do something you will really not like.”
She ignored me and keep screaming. So i went into my room again and grabbed a 10 in long and 3 in wide dildo. I went back into her room, showed it to her, and forcefully shoved it into her cunt. I pushed it in and out until it was covered in cum. I make her suck it clean with i lick her cum-covered mount clean. I moved over her pussy lips and inserted 3 fingers again. This time while i fingure her i went into a 69 position. I ate her and she ate me. If she did not eat me i would shoved the dildo in her ass. We did this until we both had a powerful orgasm. I fell off of her and I laid on the floor, catching my breath.

Next day, i went up to my sister room and feed her since she was still handcuff. I fell asleep on her floor after that orgasm. I phoned every boy i know about my sister being handcuff to the bed. I told them they can have her pussy, mouth, and/or ass for 10 dollars and to get me to fuck them they will need 20 dollars. A bunch of men came to the house. They all had 10 except for one guy, he had the 30 dollars for me. The first guy only wanted Tera. He hands me the 10 dollars. He start on her by eatting her pussy while playing with her clit. She quickly orgasms. He put his dick in her mouth and told her to suck or she will get beaten until she is unconsious. She suck his dick and he played with he tits. He grabbed the left one with his left hand and the right one with his right hand. He shot his load down her throut. She swallowed it all. He then got to work on her pussy with his cock. He placed his cock on her slit and rubbed it on her mound to get it wet before entering her with his 8 in. She wailed. All the guy who fucked her did about the same thing everytime, but some of them made her ass bleed. I asked who want me and my virgin pussy, my 36B breast, and my tight ass. The man who wanted me, Matt, came over to me gave me 20, pushed me on the floor, and pounced on me. Matt stuck his 9 in. dick in my mouth.
I took it out and said,” I do not want to suck your dick.”
He said,” To damn bad. I bought you, you will do what I want you to do.”
He forced his cock back into my mouth. He fuck my mouth for a bit them shot his load down my throat. I about choked on his jisz. He them moved down my body. He slapped my tits, bit them, and rubbed his tongue on my slit and them pushed it in as hard as he could until he reach my barrier. He pushed harder and I screamed. He tongue fucked me good, going in and out very fast and hard. I orgasmed. Next, he made me finger myself. While i was doing that he was slapping my pussy making it all red and sore. Then after i orgasmed he made me lick my fingures clean of my cum. Then he fucked me. It really hurt. While he were doing that he made me eat my sister’s cum-filled cunt. I did not like to eat other mens cum out of my sister pussy. He made me tongue her pussy until we both orgasmed and i got filled with his jisx. Then he made my sister eat my pussy. While she did that i was to eat her some more. It felt good to have someone eat me, but it did not feel good when he shoved his penis in my ass. I screamed and squirmed trying to make him stop. He fucked me until he cummed in my ass. Everyone left i undid my sister and no one ever talk of this until our parent left again and i did it again.

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One day my three friends invited me to have a girls day out at the beach. Was guessing it was going to be lesbian foursome. So I went along with it. We all met up at a department store parking lot and we all got into my friend, Molly’s car and drove down to the beach.

We arived at the beach. We got undressed and put on our bikinis. We helped each other put on sun tan. We went out for a swim and played a little volly ball. We also layed on the sand.

A life guard came over and asked me my name. I played along with and told him my name. His name was Buddy. We shared some stories and had a few laughs for a while. Until he kind of went into the stage of trying to fuck me. I was still at the stage of having a good time. He walked me into the life guard tower and show me what was in it. I told him about this problem I had and asked how to fix it. Unaware while I was looking out the window and he was explaining he pulled down my panties. I felt a sense of pleasure and something rubbing against my pussy. I leaned backward to his chest. He slowly inserted his cock and started to hump slowly. I was in so much pleasure until that very moment. He got a little faster. I was feeling more pleasure. He layed me one the table. Just then Molly came in. I got off the table and started talking to Molly. Buddy randomly pulled down here panties and started to lick here pussy. Molly tried to pull away but Buddy started to insert his cock into Molly. Molly wasn’t enjoying this one bit. Getting fucked randomly? Molly pulled away, grabbed my hand and we left.

After Molly was in a sequence of sex she didn’t want to happen, we decided to go back to our friends. We told every one what just happened. You know that doesn’t happen everyday.

Later I looked over at two of my friends. They were wispering and looking at me and Molly. I just rolled over onto my stomach. Then my hands were tied up and my mouth was covered by a bandana. They also tied up Molly up too.

After me and Molly were tied up, my two other friends said “let’s have a little fun with you two.” Then they took off our bikinis and panties. They rapped a chain around Molly’s pussy. My friend rubbed a vibrator against Molly’s pussy and she started to squirt. My friend pulled out of the freezer three ice cream bars with a chocolate shell around it. My friend started softly rubbing them against Molly’s body. She lick commonly and kept rubbing it against Molly’s body. The shell started to break and the ice cream was rubbed Molly’s body. Ice cream and chocolate where all over Molly. She took out the second one and rubbed it against Molly’s pussy smearing ice cream and chocolate over it. She then inserted the ice cream bar into molly’s pussy. Molly’s pussy was covered with ice cream. My friend untied Molly’s mouth. She then took off her panty and layed her pussy on top of Molly’s mouth. Molly started to lick her pussy. My friend got so pleasured that she started to cum on Molly’s face. After that they rubbed the chain against her pussy. They then looked over at me. Was it my turn?

They started to walk over to me with smiles on their faces. They were holding two black bags. I was wondering whats inside them. She started to lick my stomach all the way down to my pussy. My other friend started to rub my stomach and started to play with my belly button ring. I stared at her’s for a few moments. It was much prettier than mine. Her’s was a diamond with a chain of diamonds get smaller to the end.

One of my friends reached into the bag and pulled out a knife and started softly rubbing the side of the blade on my stomach. The blade was cold. She stuck the handle of the knife into my pussy and started to move it in and out. She took it out and softly rubbed the blade against my pussy. I was scared. The sharp, cold blade felt a bit pleasurable.

She than pulled out a M9 handgun and slowly rubbed it against my stomach. She slowly brought it down to my pussy and started to rub against my pussy. She rubbed some oil onto my pussy and made sure it was oily. They stood me up and said “lets have your pussy polish my gun.” Open up my pussy lips and placed the gun under my pussy making sure the pussy lips were around the gun.They then started to rub my pussy against the making it shiny and polished. I felt a lot of pleasure. I was getting an orgasm. I had to let it out. Cum poured out of my pussy onto the gun.

After that the layed me back on the ground. They untied my mouth. She brought her pussy and sat it right in front of my mouth. I looked at it. It was pierced and the pussy lips were kinda loose. As she said to Molly, she told me to lick it. (sorry I didn’t mention that earlier.) I started to lick her pierced pussy. I licked the piercing a couple of times. She was really getting an orgasm. Meanwhile my other friend was rubbing oil on her pussy. She came over and rested her pussy on my stomach rubbing it back and forth. My stomach was getting all oily she move down to my pussy and started rubbing her pussy against mine.

My friend picked up her gun. She licked it a few ties and stated rubbing it against her breasts. She then put the gun near my mouth. She told me to lick it and suck it like I’m giving a blowjob. I felt turned on by this in some way.

They then licked my pussy a few times and put a vibrator on my pussy that made me squirt a lot. They then layed Molly on top of me and chained our pussies together.

After the day was over they untied us. We just smiled as if it were a joke and drove on home.

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They swarmed like locus with vengeance in their eyes. They had forgotten their moral ethics as the scrambled around him. What did he do wrong, besides being a man? Together the women tied his hands and bound his mouth. Fear ebbed through his eyes, but he tried not to show it. He kept reminding himself to put up a good front, besides they were only women. Some how the women sensed his patronizing thoughts as their grips got tougher. They purposely punched and kicked the man, wanting him to scream in pain or even better to break down and cry. They wanted to get back at all men who through the years brutalized and raped women like it was a sport. A new sport was coming and men better start running!

The van was crowded with women. They surrounded their capture like angry bees defending a nest. They kicked and prodded the man over and over again. Finally, he lost it and tears of anguish and frustration started to pour. The women smiled over their victory. On one level they had won. The Van drove for what seemed like miles. Until it finally stopped. The women pulled the man from the van and dragged him on the floor. The man looked around not recognizing where they had taken him. It looked like an old barn with hooks hanging from the ceiling and walls. A modern dungeon equipped from a farmer’s decay. He tried yet again to convince his predators to let him go. He argued and pleaded like so many women before him. Each time the men’s ears would go numb and the next day a new rape victim to be found. The police long ago established categories for the women. If they were prostitutes or dressed “inappropriately” they deserved to have their bodies used and abused by men, then left for dead. If they were “normal citizens” then it was a hunt, but each man envied the hunted. It was women’s turn to show men how it feels to be raped! This guy was not the first, but rather one in a number of pervious victims. His pleadings echoes of words heard many times before. The women took pleasure in their work…torturing the man like he has tortured many women before. It didn’t matter that this man may be innocent of any wrong doing, bottom line he was a man and that made him guilty. Guilty by association.

The women tied him to the hooks facing the wall. They brutally ripped the clothing from his body. Some of the fibers digging deeply into his skin bringing forth a few drops of thick redness. Eagerly, taking turns each girl sucked up a few drops of the liquid savoring the metallic flavor. When the man was tied up, the women drew straws to see who would go first. Margeret was the lucky one as she tied the large dildo around her waist. Without warning she shoved the large head between the man’s cheeks and deep up his tight hole. He screamed with pain. His screams seemed to never stop as they bounced against the walls of the old building. The remnants of other screams met his and melded into the old walls. Again, she pounced deep inside of him only to hear nothing. She was angry that he fainted so fast. She pulled out of him and undid the dildo. The next women stood over him, one hand under his noise. He woke feeling deep angry pain shooting between his legs. He didn’t even have to check, he knew he was bleeding. Tanya took the vial of Ammonia away from his nose. She knew that he was once again awake and ready for more. She pulled a long whip from the wall and snapped it against his buttocks and back. Again, he screamed in agony. The pain was so intense. And yet again, he fainted. His mind found the relief of soothing blackness as he comfortable slipped back in. Tanya was angry and amazed. On the street he looked like a tough guy as he cat called to them. He bragged how big his cock was, but the girls only found a shriveled little head.

Each time he fainted a new tormented was chosen. There were 10 girls in all. Each hated men because of their historical brutality to women. Men enjoyed rapping women and it was time for the tables to be turned. These women actually enjoyed rapping men. This had become a full time event for them. They chose their men carefully and after rapping the men, they stripped them of anything valuable. In the last year, their extra curricular activity enabled them to buy an old farm on the outskirts of the city. Their handy work was well publicized and numerous of women were giving their accolades. It seemed, all things considered, as a worthwhile pursuit.

Tanya turned the whip over to Amber. Amber chose to use her hands versus any other tools. She would naturally pull this guy away. She stood in front of him and placed both of her hands on his balls. She held his balls and cock in her hands and squeezed them again. She felt the small blood vessels pop in one of the balls. She looked down at her handy work to see the ball turn completely red. She had done this to so many other men, she knew that she had caused internal bleeding. From behind herself, she took out a large hammer. The man was just starting to wake. The look in his eyes was unmistakable as he saw the hammer. He started to scream. Amber took a block of wood and set it under his small limp cock. Then she took tape and taped open his lids. She didn’t want him to miss one motion! She swung the hammer up and brought in down so hard on his soft cock. There was an unmistakable noise of a ripe banana being smooshed. The man’s voice rose in so much agony, Amber started to laugh. She had a man do the same thing to one of her breasts, during a rape. She knew exactly how terrible it felt. Her eyes momentarily watered with the remembrance of the pain. She lifted the hammer again, this time finishing the job. Blood sprayed from the broken member. The man was once again, gone. His eyes had a glazed lifeless look.

Amber laid down the hammer and left the barn. She needed fresh air. She understood why she joined the gang and believed that men needed to learn, first hand, how terrible rape was. But causing another human being so much pain, for your own enjoyment was difficult for her to swallow. Each time, she prevented herself to enjoy the act. The other women thoroughly enjoyed torturing the man. Barbara was an expert at finding the right guys. They had to have a background of rape. The women were amazed by how many men had raped or thought about rape. Barbara started a website predominately about rape. They found a lot of their victims through that website.

Amber walked back into the barn just in time to see Barbara strike a match. She placed the burning wood deep up the man’s butt hole. Again, he woke screaming in pain. His voice becoming hoarse as he continued voicing his protest. He broke down again, tears pouring over his cheeks. He wanted it to stop. He kept questioning why him. Men were suppose to dominate women, not visa versa. Each time he raped a women, he enjoyed the sensation. That was man’s right. But this…this was wrong. He started laughing hysterically. His voice raising higher and higher. Chrissy wanted her turn. As she approached the man. He sobered almost immediately. “Do ya like raping women….” Chrissy taunted? “I bet you do…. you like raping them young… don’t you?” Chrissy didn’t wait for a reply. She had seen his file and knew what type of monster was before her. She placed two clips on each of his nipples. A long wire was attached to each clip and then to what looked like a car battery. Chrissy slowly turned a knob and a jolt of electricity went to each nipple. The man jumped in surprise. He knew something was burning by the smell. What surprised him was finding out it was his nipples that were burning. At this point he had found a safe place in his mind. A dark place away from the pain and reality. He knew these women were doing things to him that he had done to women before. But it was different. This time he was on the receiving end and it was not pleasurable. Chrissy knew she had pushed him over the edge. She saw the look on his face. She jolted him once again, enjoying the smell of burning flesh. She knew how painful this was, having been the victim. She enjoyed the fact that a man was in pain. She knew this was not right, but the law was no help. The law simply slapped these criminals on the hand and released them. Once out, these guys repeated their tenure of pain to women.

Barbara tapped Chrissy on the shoulder. It was time to dump the body. He was still alive, but soon wouldn’t be. If the police found him quickly he may be saved. They piled the man back into the van and drove him back to the city. They dumped his tortured body right in front of the police head quarters. It was the same place they had dumped the others. This was their 50th victim and the police were no closer in solving the mystery. As the others left in the van, Barbara washed away the evidence. From the yard, she escorted all the animals back into the barn. She securely closed the door and went to find Chrissy. Chrissy was filled with erotic energy from their night’s adventure. Chrissy had already undressed and was waiting for Barbara. Barbara eagerly embraced Chrissy as each found the other’s mouth. Their kiss was sweet and passionate!

Barbara laid on her back as Chrissy teased each of her nipples with her tongue. Barbara sighed with pleasure. Barbara reached down finding the wetness between Chrissy’s legs. She easily slipped her fingers deep into her hotness, pulling her closer. Chrissy held onto Barbara enjoying the movement of her hand. Barbara reached up caressing Chrissy’s face, brushing the tears away. She knew that she was hurting from what she just did. It actually hurt all the women, but they had no choice. Men had to be taught a lesson. Barbara kissed each tear away and rolled ontop of Chrissy. Chrissy caressed Barbara’s skin lingering at her nipples. She pulled each nipple to her mouth and gently sucked. The two headed dildo slipped easily into their wet regions. Together they humped to an orgasm. As they moved in unison, each played with each other’s nipples. Once the orgasms was reached, their mouths found each other’s again. They shared a deep kiss, milking each other dry. They held each other for a long long time.

Chrissy turned to Barbara and whispered “it’s wrong what we do…” Barbara nodded in agreement, “But Chrissy, it is the only way to make it stop.” As they started to fall asleep in each other’s arms, Amber was driving back to the farm with the other women. Each women was reliving the nights experience. A thought echoed in Amber’s mind… have we become just as bad as men?

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This is a true story of my first time

I was a 14 year old boy i wasent athletic but not fat and i hade a good reputation with the ladies. My dick was 5 and a half inches and i was ”5”7inches tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. I was on facebook like always talking to makinzie.

(me)Hey babe what you doing.

(Makinzie)Not much I’m really bored.

(me)Well thats no good what if i was to comover and give you some excitement.

(Makinzie)Yea right its like 12:30.

(me)Is that a challenge.

(Makinzie)Shere what happens if you dont show.

(me)What ever you want.

(Makinzie)hmm…I will have to think on that well what if you do.

(me)Well what if you give me a blowjob and we see where it goes from there.

(Makinzie)Fine but only if you come.

(me)Ok fine see you in a while.

(Makinzie)Love you

(me)Love you two

So after that I couldent just not go so I got dressed and jumped out of my window making shere to take my ipod so i could text her when i got there. So i stated the 7 mile walk to her house it was down a road with no side walks but i made it to my destination in a shorter time than expected. when i got to her house I texted her.

(me)Hey babe come out frount.

(Makinzie)Really you actully came.

(me)Yea theres a BJ in risk.

(Makinzie)Ok be right there.

So she came out frount was astonished that I actuly made the log jurney and we snuck up to her room. Where she was on the computor with her frinds and she keept typeing till I took my arm and pulled her into a liying position and started to kiss her slipping my toung into her mouth and then started to put my hand down her panties. She made a slight moan as I rubed her slit and then i put my finger into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. She moaned ass i went faster and fast soon she took off her shirt to revile she wasent wearing a bra and i stopped kissing her and moved my assalt to her tits. First her right then her lift I founded that her left was her sweet spot so I started to suck her tits till I was so horny that I took my dick out she looked at it and the moved so her mouth was in possition and then she started to suck it slow at first then she went faster and faster till i couldent take it anymore and i came all in her mouth. She looked up at me a swallowed and then i went back to a full assalt on her tits and made out with her and finally as her beged for it i stock my dick in to her she moaned and that really turns me on so i went faster and faster till she was breathing like she hade run a mile. Soon after she cam which cuzed me to cum it felt so good that i actuly felt exsastied and as i rulled over she put her arm arounded me and we just lyed there for what felt like a short time. After that i got the idea to please her like she did me so i move myself for my face to positioned in her pussy and i started to lick it and then as it opend i moved my toung inside and liked it out till she came after which we lie in a daze till we hear and alarm its comeing from here moms room and she tells me to hide so i go into her closet and hear.

(her mom)Makinzie what are you doing up this early.

(Makinzie)Nothing i just hearded your alarm go off.

(her mom)Ok why are you naked?

(Makinzie)It got hot over night and i couldnt sleep with my clothes.

(her mom)Wow hunny you look more….grown up than i remember.

(Makinzie)Yea i gess so.

Then i saw her mom drop her rob and expose her naked body and then move forwored and push her into her bed and go on top of her and then start kissing her. Then she kisses her neck then her caller bone then he tit the down the belly till shes eating my girl friends pussy. I sit in the closet hidden and watching this happen and my pinis becomes rock hard and i start to rub it and then when she comes i do and i sperts in the air and gets all over the place but i dont care it was so hot and her mom says well was that good hunny well do that again soon but i have to get ready for work.

Buy the time her moms in the shower its 5:00 am and I have a short amount of time to get home so we sneak down the stairs and i go out the back door before i go i say.

This was the best night ever.

Well the thing with my mom and i really helped didnt it.

I dont know what your talking about i say.

Then i leave without a nother word it takes me a short time to get home it 6:10 when i get in and i can hear my parents in there room and i know that i made it just in time so i slip upstairs. I lie in bed thinking about the night and i whip out my cock and start masterbateing it dosent take long for the orasem and i feel good about my night and i turn and drift off i wake at 12:30 pm think it was all a dream when i get a text that says.

Last night was the best we need to do it again sometime and we did over the the next mounth we did it every chance we got and never got cought and she didnt get pregnet there were a fue scares but we where good. Then finaly the relation ship ended and wesaid are good byes forever.

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An amazing discover that changed life forever

THE INTERSTELLAR, INTERGALACTIC SEX DRIVE

The quest for an interstellar drive has gone on since the 1940’s at least theoretically.
An intergalactic drive was of course always assumed to be impossible. It was thought that even wormholes would, if even possible to use, only provide shortcuts within our own galaxy.

Hyperspace, at least mathematically, has been proven to exist, but no has ever had any idea how to access it. Some people thought that achieving superluminal speed would do it and magically thrust you across the space time boundary into hyperspace, a conveniently near other-universe, then upon slowing below superluminal speed you would be switched back into our own universe at some point a great distance away from where you started. However, no one ever wrote the theoretical navigator’s manual either.

So it was that like many other inventions, the sex drive was discovered by accident. By 2312 there were outposts at various places in the solar system, and a large number of vessels plied the routes back and forth between various outposts and earth.

A very large passenger vessel had left Moon orbit with 474 people on board, 400 were passengers, and 74 crewmen. Its destination was a super expensive resort that had been built near Sedna way beyond Pluto’s orbit. With a combination of some newly developed magnetic drives in the last century, and the solar wind, acceleration to nearly 10% of light velocity was possible. Nevertheless it was still a time consuming journey.

This was a vacation trip with a few on board going to work at the outpost near Sedna.
There were no single people on board. With little else to do there was a whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on all the time, both day and night. The scenery only offered something to look out near Saturn, Jupiter and Mars were across the Sun, so not even visible except as stars on the wrong end of the ship.

The vessel left Moon orbit on January 1, 2313. It was expected to arrive 60 hours later at 16AU from the Sun. Food replicators had been invented by then, so food was served from the wall inside each cabin.
There was a lounge for the passengers, actually 10 of them of various sizes, so people could play cards no alcohol was allowed on board for obvious reasons.

So it happened suddenly, at 2AM ship time one night. The ship was meandering along accelerating at the normal .7g. The captain was on duty on the bridge at the moment and was checking several sightings of space objects. Suddenly the captain and bridge crew felt a strong sudden acceleration, and the instruments showed an increase of acceleration in a matter of minutes to 1.3g. The captain ordered an alarm sounded for everyone to secure themselves while the crew tried to determine what had happened.

After the alarm, there was no further increase in the acceleration rate, but it held steady at 1.3g.
During the investigation it was learned that 95% of the couples on board were engaged in sex at the same time. This was thought odd, but never connected to the event that occurred.

So the ship arrived quite a bit early, more than a day in fact. After the passengers were ferried down to the surface, a team of technicians went through the ship from stem to stern and could find no explanation. Everything checked out perfectly.

The ship departed to return to Moon orbit. During the trip back, nothing out of the ordinary was encountered except a new large asteroid with 2 moons that had not been discovered before was found.
The trip took exactly 60 hours, as was expected.

Another crew at the Moon did another complete examination of all the drive systems on the ship, and even disassembled and reassembled many things, again finding nothing out of the ordinary.

The next trip was scheduled to depart on April 13, 2013, for this vessel. In the interim no other vessel reported any abnormalities. Again there were 200 couples as passengers and 76 crew. The extra two crewman were drive specialists, who had installed much extra monitoring equipment.

On the second day out at 3:47am ship time, the vessel suddenly increased its acceleration from .7g to 1.3g rapidly again. This time no alarm was sounded, and the acceleration increase continued for another 30 minutes, leaving the ships acceleration at 2.0g. The captain was worried that this might have a bad effect on the passengers, but since there was an internal g force dampening device onboard, no one was aware that the acceleration had occurred except the crew.

The captain again had all the passengers fill out reports on what they were doing in the time period of concern. Once more it was found that 96% this time of the couples were engaged in sexual activity of various kinds, and the cessation of acceleration increase occurred exactly at the time that only 50% of the couples were still engaged in sexual activity.

The company headquarters, when they received the captain’s second report decided to involve some contract scientists in the search for the cause of the phenomena. Nothing was out of the ordinary except the number of couples having sex.

A small vessel was fitted out especially for an experiment. A search for volunteers to have sex continually for 4 hours was done. There were 200 couples all under 30 and in top physical and sexual condition who accepted.

In order to insure that the test would be good and the people could sustain the required sexual activity for the desired length of time, a building was specifically selected to be the place for qualifying sexual activity longevity. There was a standby list of another 100 couples who would replace any that couldnt cut it.

The 200 subjects and volunteers came into the building at 0800 hours. They went through nominal vital sign tests, since they were all flight qualified anyway. The real test was the sexual durability.

So we shall follow Tom and Jane through the test procedures. All of the volunteers were asked to strip completely except for the paper footies they were given. The men were asked to stand shoulder to shoulder in a line while the women were asked to fondle them to maximum erections. Timekeepers were standing by and checking out the erection to full for each man, and also using an instrument to measure penile blood pressure which is an indication of hardness.

Next the women were asked to perform oral sex on the men but only staying with one man for two minutes, all ejaculations were to be swallowed so as to avoid cleanups and timeouts. For the next 28 minutes there was a sight to behold, 100 men standing in line and 100 girls taking turns sucking on their very hard equipment. Again the timekeepers marked each man’s orgasmic time.

After all the men had achieved the first orgasm, they were given drinks and a rest for 10 minutes.
Then the procedure started again. Each man had his time recorded. Again a 10 minute rest with drinks, then the procedure continued. The men were told that they must decide when they had to quit and it would not be held against them, this test was to establish baselines.

All of the men managed to last for 5 orgasms, about 20 quit then, 20 more after the next round, then 40 , leaving only 20 left for the next round, 10 left after that, and the final said no more after the next round.

Everyone broke for lunch then, and steaks and salad with a wide variety of sides were available at the buffet style lunchroom. It looked like a nudist camp, as everyone was naked, even the servers.

After lunch everyone was allowed a total of one and a half hours for lunch and relaxation, no sex permitted.

Everyone went back into the testing room, and found the entire floor covered with mattresses. They were all told to have the women lie down on their backs in rows with about 3 meters between rows.
The men were told to walk to the spaces between rows and then to get down and begin intercourse with the women. No one worried about pregnancy, and everyone went bare, since all the men had implants that prevented sperm development, until it was deactivated magnetically.

They were told that every 5 minutes a bell would ring and they were to advance to the next woman in the row, the ones on the end to return to the first woman. This time the men were told to keep on until they had to quit, but were all allowed a 10 minute rest between orgasms. Before beginning, all of the men were given penile shots that desensitized the penile nerves to an extent. With that it should be at least two hours before any had to quit.

So the sex went on continually with a change or partners every 5 minutes. The women had no problems with sustained activity, extra lubrication was available for the asking, so they wouldn’t get sore.

After 3 hours all the men had to quit. So the test was adjudged a success and the original volunteers were all approved for the test voyage.

The next day at noon local time at the moon base, everyone was ferried up to the test ship. It was pretty much all mattresses on the floors and just one huge open space except for the bridge and equipment areas.

Departure time was scheduled for 1700 hours. No sex was allowed until an hour after departure.
The ship left orbit and headed toward the emptiness above the ecliptic, local system NORTH as it were.
Things went uneventfully the ship accelerated normally with the installed standard drives. At exactly one hour after the departure, the captain made an announcement. In his whimsy, he made the following statement:
Let the games begin. Gentlemen start your erections, Ladies start your wetness. Actually the test subjects had been told that sexual foreplay was encouraged from a time 30 minutes before intercourse was scheduled, so the entire contingent already had erections and wetness.

Exactly one minute after all of the people were fully engaged, plugged in, the ship began accelerating, the rate of acceleration increase was amazing. The ship had been accelerating at .7g from shortly after departure when the full drives were engaged.

The bridge crew was carefully monitoring all phases of the ship’s systems activity. Everything was showing normal parameters. Yet the instrument readings showing the ship acceleration were steadily moving upward.

Since there was wide open space so to speak in the direction of travel, it was intended to keep the sex drive in operation for as long as possible. Since the test time for the present contingent of men and women was had ended at 3 hours, the plan was to continue for 3 hours, rest for one hour, and hen another 3 hours, for 3 cycles; then a rest period of 10 hours for sleep and a meal, and another ship day of the same cycles. This was to be continued for 5 days if the acceleration actually occurred, as well it did.

After 3 hours the acceleration of the ship had reached 6g, no effect internally due to the damping equipment which had been beefed up considerably before installation. It should be able to damp accelerations up to 25g.

With the sex drive crew merrily fucking away for another 3 hours, the ship was now at 12g acceleration.
The third set of activity brought it up to 18g. When all the sex stopped the acceleration continued at 18g

After the five days, the ship was moving at 9.5% of the speed of light. Six weeks of such would bring it up to 57% of light speed, and 12 weeks would theoretically put it over at 104%. The ramifications of this meant that the stars were in reach. Since there was no apparent limit except the theoretical speed of light, if that could actually be exceeded by flipping in to another time-space continuum as the magic number was passed, Alpha Centauri might be closer than 4 years away.

The next experiment would determine if as suspected the number of participants would affect the acceleration rate increase. The captain turned the ship around, but had another idea before she finished.
She decided it would be nice to circumnavigate the solar system, this making this the first ever time to e done, similar to Magellan’s circumnavigation of earth. She thought at least there were no cannibalistic natives on the way.

So the conventional drives were deployed to stop the acceleration and slow the ship to zero acceleration but still moving at 9.5% light speed. The captain ordered the navigators to make the course a safe distance above the ecliptic plane and to circle the Sun at the average distance of Pluto’s perihelion.

Tests were also conducted during this part of the voyage to determine at what point the sex drive thrust began. It was determined that whenever 180 couples were simultaneously engaged in intercourse the acceleration began.

Another point to be determined was whether same sex activity would have the same, less, or more, effect. Since the participants had signed a contract stating that same-sex activity would also be required. There was no problem from the Sex Drive Team as they had begun to call themselves.

Since it had been determined that it took 360 people to initiate the sex drive, and there were only 200 men and 200 women on board this created a problem unable to be overcome on this trip. However, our intrepid Captain was not easily bumfuzzled. She decided we would do a test anyway having all 200 of the women engaging each other at the same time all the men were engaging each other. So that would put 400 people in the pot. She decided to start below the threshold magic sex drive number of 360, so that initially there were only 150 same-sex couples involved at once. Once they were fully engaged, it was noted there was no additional acceleration. Recall the ship was now cruising at 9.5% light speed with no acceleration.

The captain had additional couples added in increments of 10. Once again at 180 couples engaged simultaneously the ship began accelerating. She immediately called a halt to the activity and used the conventional drives to restore the ship to 9.5% of light speed and zero acceleration., halfway around the solar system loop, she began using the magnetic field drive and the sun’s energy to start decelerating the ship.

During the period of deceleration, any sex activity was permitted as long as only 175 couples were engaged, since the sex drive would not kick in until 180. After the same-sex experimentation, there were found to be 12 male couples that continued the same-sex activity and 20 female couples.

Post experiment interviews with the captain revealed that all 64 of them had never before been involved in same-sex activity, but they all declared that they had found their definite preference for it.

Six months after they left the Moon orbit the ship returned after looping the earth once. The crew was all ferried down to the research station on the Moon.

Since the Sex Drive seemed to be dependent on brain activity involving sex, and the brain waves from the participants seemed to have reinforced each other to make some sort of depression in the space-time continuum in the direction of ships travel. The physical science specialties now had a whole new field to explore, that should keep them busy for centuries. The psychologists and psychiatrists were making every attempt to force this field of study to be restricted to their disciplines. Since they had been so thoroughly discredited in the previous century as not being a real science but more akin to the religious belief systems, they of course failed miserably and were in fact legally locked out forever from any participation in the new field of Sex Drive Dynamics. The biological human brain scientists were having a field day, to determine how, 360 people engaged in sex simultaneously managed to effect the space-time continuum of the universe.

Of course all of the “test subjects” of the Sex Drive Field Studies, now funded by every country in the world and by the successor to the United Nations, United Earth. Huge prizes were put up for breakthroughs in understanding the mechanism behind the Sex Drive.

All of the existing “starships” were refitted for contingents of Sex Drive personnel, and a bidding war was now going on to obtain personnel to “man” and “woman” the Sex Drive stations. The magnetic drives also generated much work on improving them to the point where they could handle the new parameters needed for deceleration from near light speeds. This led to another new discovery, the graviton drive, which strangely enough, only functioned at higher speeds over 20% light speed.

It seemed the universe was much stranger than anyone had ever imagined. The Sex Drive was here to stay. After a few years ships were being fitted for Sex Drive contingents of 2000 people. This placed the nearer stars within weeks of travel time. Five new colonies were started on earth type planets around M Class stars in the next 30 years.

By the year 2500, the human species had insured its survival on 31 planets besides earth, and all were thriving.

Author’s note: This story is based on something a friend of a friend of a friend who violated ultra top secret clearance about experiments being done at Area 52 told me, the new ultra-ultra-secret installation near Area 51. (Neither one officially exists, we had to pictures from the Russian government that their satellites obtained!) The employment rate in Las Vegas and Henderson has dropped to ZERO. The only place in the country where there is NO unemployment. There are 10 offices around town that advertise pleasant well paid employment for ANYONE.

Copyright 2008 Empress Lainie

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They say a girl may be killed to protect her values. Is it always so ?

AN HONOUR KILLING?

It was a summer day, somewhere in the hinterlands of the grain belt. atleast that’s what the school children read. the inhabitants knew otherwise. true, it produced grain, lots of it, but it also produced rapes on a huge scale.

pooja knew this. she had heard how their grandmother came to their village, carried away by the local politician from the house of a clerk. they also knew they could never escape. their neice (you read that right) had tried and died for it. it became a favourite of the press, and politicians came regularly. what the press never saw was the genitals of the corpse, leaking fluids of all the males in the village. honour killlings, you see, were honourable here.

she knew all this, but she also knew that she could never live with a man like normal girls could. not even one who “cared” in less carnal ways
. it was just after her 18th birthday. she and nalini had been friends since their one year in school two years ago. as per custom, men and women bathed in the river, but separately. that day, as she bathed, her body under water, her hand brushed against what she knew to be a breast. she enjoyed squeezing and pulling her own, but had never tou hed that of another. why should she? they were all like her. now, as her hand caressed the erect nipple, ahe instinctively squeezed it. a moment later, she was staring at a shocked nalini, who had materialised out of the water.

not knowing what to do, she withdrew her hand, but nalini kept staring. nothing more was said of the encounter, and they bathed and left to the catcalls of boys on dowry bikes raising dust on the katcha road. later, as she sat down after doing her daily chores, she thought she should talk to nalini. her house was nearby, and her mother liked her. she walked to the place, dressed sensibly in a dupatta that covered her head. nalini, it turned out, was alone. her mother was again pregnant, and hef husband had taken her for an ultrasound. affording a third daughter was impossible for a poor farmer.

she entered the hovel, and found nalini putting her baby brother to sleep. she looked up and gave a strained smile. pooja simply sat down on the earth floor.

“so your work is done? ” she asked tentatively.

“almost. ” nalini replied distractedly, putting the baby down, and picking up a broom. she swept the floor on her haunches, pushing the dirt out.
as she worked, pooja could not help notice how beads of sweat formed at her forehead, and slowly flowed down her slim face, down her cheeks and fall softly on her chest. following the sweat, she saw how the breasts began gently and moved in a curve down to her tummy. she remebered the nipple. it had been hard, like a pencil top. she began to feel an odd sensation, like when she pushed fingers in and out of her vagina.

nalini had finished her work. she looked at pooja, and saw her staring at her. well not quite her, more like her breasts. she waa used to such attention from the village jacks, but her? and she hadn’t forgotten the bathing scene. what did it mean?

she decided to pretend to be normal. keeping the broom away, she came and sat near pooja. pooja still wasn’t speaking, so she pinched her arm.

pooja came out of her trance to find herself wet and hot. but nalini sat in front of her, her arm touching hers. even this excited her. plus the fact that so close, she had ample view of the girl’s mammaries.

suddenly, she felt nalini tug her violently and pull her away. getting to her feet somehow, she she moved with nalini to the far end of the hut.

” a snake! ” cried nalini, thankful that she had seen it on time. pooja was her dearest friend after all. however, pooja appeared to be…..hugging her?

pooja found herself draped around nalini s stronger frame, her breasts pressed by her friend’s. for some reason, the intimacy made her forget avout the present danger. she pulled nalini closer, feeling her softness mingle with her own. she mashed her breasts against nalini’s back, secretly hoping her hard nipples would arouse the girl. she pulled even closer, wrapping her arms over the other’s breasts, pressing her closer.

by now, nalini s body was telling her what pooja wanted. she had suspected it at the river, but had dismissed the idea. how could a girl love another? but she too had ideas, of a different kind. and she now wondered if they could finally be put into practice.
pooja had taken nalini s lack of response as consent. unablr to resist herself, she gradually cupped a breast, squeezing it slowly. it felt soft and warm. although it should feel just like her own, she found a different sensation in them. something that made her horny as hell.

suddenly, nalini turned around, breaking pooja s grip. her arms reached out and grabbed pooja s mammaries like handles. she then squashed the meat in her hands roughly. pleasure was replaced by pain as she felt them abused. but the same act turned her on. so nalini felt the same way too. yet, her next act surprised pooja.

nalini s hands went from her breasts to her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees. as she looked up at her, nalini pulled her kameez down, revealing a hairy snatch between strong legs. grabbing a handful of pooja s hair, she yanked her face to level with her snatch and pushed it in.

the smell of piss and pussy juice almost suffocated her, but almost in a trance, pooja extended her toungue to taste the nectar. she liked it and started to lap up more. suddenly, she felt her head being pushed deeper into the crotch, and to avoid being suffocated, she increased her ministrations on her friend’s vagina.

nalini was glad. what she had just done had scared her as much as pooja. what if she fought, although nalini always knew she was the dom and pooja the sub. now nalini could do this and more with her friend turned lover. soon she would be her slave.

looking at the knneling figure between her legs and her increasing arousal, nalini felt she could do anything. she took her father’s belt hanging nearby, and landed it hard on pooja s back. nalini felt a jerk and a struggle, but kept the grip on her hair.

more lashes followed with more jerks. but the slut kept licking as blows kept landing, making nalini feel that pooja was actually enjoying her abuse.

pooja, unable too look up, wondered why the whipping was happening. she was doing the best she could. but some part of her refused to fight, getting aroused instead. presently, the lashes stopped, but she was pulled so much that she could hardly breathe, but sge kept lapping, almost like a duty. suddenly, nalini jerked, and splattered juice on her face and hair.

nalini was in ecstasy. she felt the contours of pooja s face on her labia, which pushed her over the edge. exhausted, she pulled up her friend, her face wet and a mixture of fear and lust on her face. nalini smiled. slowly, she whispered, ” I own you”

the words startled pooja, who had only heard that men could own women, in the family. but she nodded, lusting for more of her juice, whatever the price.

nalini now pulked back. taking the belt, she landed it straight across poojas breasts, enjoying the bounce of the tits and the yelp of shock.another, then another, until tears flowed down her cheeks. to nalini, they looked wonderful. she now grabbed the burning mammaries and slowly licked her tears, ending with a long kiss. with a final squeeze, she sent her off. she had just found a wife, and a slave.

their lives changed after that. pooja spent a lot more time at nalini’s, and nalini a lot of her time ‘alone’ . the village hardly noticed, given that men and women were best left to their own sex.

they also began to always bathe together, although not much could be achieved without attracting the older women’s attention. one day, however, they were alone. it was getting colder, and nalini could tell pooja’s sensitive skin (made more so by regular whipping), was feeling the chill. reaching out, she grabbed a sensitive nipple and yanked, enjoying pooja s look of surprise. she began abusing both breasts, pulling them underneath the water, as pooja tried her best to maintain composure. suddenly, pooja felt a strong kick on her legs.

her knees buckled, and she disappeared under water. nalini followed, searching for her target’s body. finding her, she landed a series of punches on pooja’s tummy, before pulling her up.

pooja came up, struggling for breath. she had thought she would drown. she was surprised to find a smug look on her friend. suddenly, she felt a hand at her genitals, poking her. she was about to protest, but nalini stopped her with a look.

the hand began to probe for her clit and found it. pooja felt an electric shock pass through hwr body, and went underwater again. this time, nalini grabbed her head and rubbed her face all over her tits, enjoying the feel of her nose and lips on her tender buds.

‘want to go under again? ‘ asked nalini. pooja just shook her head in fear. ‘then you will do whatever i ask of you. from now you’ll callme master and you’ll be slave’.

pooja could hardly believe what she just heard. she a slave? this was not expected. but she dared not protest, as the hands returned to torment her nipples. she nodded, her head hung low.

nalini felt satisfied. she could now put her plans to action. after they had dressed, nalini took pooja to where the cows were kept. she spied a cow relieving herself. she dragged pooja to the cow s back, and made ger kneel, so that its shithole and her face were level. grabbing her hair, she pushed her head into the dirty hole below the tail and held it there as her slave vigorously protested.

pooja was overwhelmed by the stink and the soft muck that hit her face. it filled her nose, giving her a smell of dung. the cow, meanwhile, sensing something at its hole, turned and landed a kick on her tummy. pooja felt like she was gonna die. worse, she opened her mouth to scream, taking in dung. it tasted horrible, and she began choking. ahe felt her mistress push her choking head down into the dung with her foot.

nalini almost came over herself. her friend lay on the hay, her face under nalini s foot, her face buried in animal dung. nalini noticed how pooja s position raised her ass in the air. taking a cowherds’ stick, she landed it on her ass, making pooja fall flat on the ground. nalini now ripped pooja s thin salwar kammez off her, exposing her slave’s body.

using the stick for balance, she climbed up on her body, pushing her nails into pooja s ass flesh. nalini then jumped on the fleshy globes, enjoying how the cheeks bounced. she then pushed her heel into her slave’s asshole, feeling for her hole. she took the stick, and placing a leg on either cheek, she began poking the asshole with the thick stick.

pooja felt like her ass had a truck pushing in. the huge weight on her back she knew to be nalini, but she had no idea what the pointed weapon was. she felt a change in weight, and knew nalini was now sitting on her back. the pointed weapon began pushing in further. she felt like her ass was being ripped apart. but it kept moving in. pooja could only cry silently into the dung bed.

nalini kept pushing the stick. when it seemed to go no more, she pulled it out. it was smelling of fart and caked with blood and shit. nalini grabbed pooja s head, and pulled it up. she slowly pushed the stick into her mouth, implying that she was to clean it.

pooja felt like vomiting. she ran the tongue around the shaft, which felt woody. it tasted salty, and she dimly realized that her ass sphincter was lost forever.

nalini loved the look of her slave with a pole up her mouth and a bloody asshole. dipping her hand into the bloody hole, she scooped out some blood, and wrote her name on the slut’s back.

nalini now took the stick and pushed it into pooja’s vagina. some blood came out here too. pooja had just lost her virginity to a pole of wood. POOJAS eyes teared at the thought. even nalinis hand would have been fine, but an everyday stick? humiliation flooded her, as she felt an orgasm building. as she came, she felt her head lifted by nalini. through the thick mass of dung, she saw her draw her arm back….. and bam! she knew no more.

nalini had landed a punch straight on her nose, and felt blood on her hand. she poured some water on her face to clean it, then punched her lips, cheeks and ears. her lips split, bringing forth a sliver of blood.

nalini left the girl there. going home, she changed and took some nails and a hammer. she returned to find two shadows in the barn. fearing that she may have been discovered, nalini approached carefully. through the fading daylight, she saw pooja being fucked up her bunghole by a boy of her age.

she recognized him. he was one of the cowherds to whom her parents were planning to marry her. she felt pissed. moving quietly behind them, she brought down the hammer on him with full force. a thud later, he collapsed forward on pooja.

nalini had planned to keep pooja until she was married. but now the guy knew, and she could hardly do anything if he said this. there was no point keeping pooja or the guy, given his loose morals. she decided to get rid of them both.

taking pooja, she took a nail, and aimed it at the centre of her thigh. two strikes of the hammer, and it was embedded in the flesh. pooja, still in shock, let out a yelp, which came out muffled as the guys underwear filled her mouth. the next nail entered her foot palm, just like a horsheshoe, thought nalini. then on the other leg. moving up, she pushed small pins into the nipples, as nails would not hold. to nalini, pooja now looked morr beautiful than ever before, with blood running down her body and her tits looking like pincushions. now for the coup d grace. taking a long rusted nail, she aimed it at her heart. pooja, who was in too much pain to process any info, just kept staring at her dazed. nalini smiled. she kissed pooja s soft bloody lips one last time.

the hammer blows were precise,,and blood erupted from her chest. pooja s body went into convulsions, and nalini simply sat on her, riding the death waves of her friend, slave and victim. once her eyes were glazed, nalini pulled the body to an corner.

she now turned to the boy. taking off her bloody clothes, she climbed his stiff cock, riding it . for an amateur, she did a good job, feeling her pussy stretch and her cherry break. she wrapped her legs around the guy, riding him as she neared orgasm. images of pooja and what nalini had done flooded her mind as she came on his cock.

as she came, she realized that he had not moved since the blow. nalini checked his pulse, there was none. his body was cold. she had unknowingly done what she planned to do. putting the corpses into a missionary position, she dressed and left.

she headed home, changed into her festive best and headed to the headman house. when he opened, she told him how she had found pooja with a boy naked in a barn. overcome with shock, she had attacked them to stop them from sinning. she had come to confess…..

the whole village turned up at the barn, and shocked remarks were made, although nalini knew better. nalini was given a light punishment, considering her righteousness. the family of pooja was banished, her mother being used as communal property for a week. and the media? well, a 2 inch article camr out about an honour killing in the hinterlands, where grain and raped women are common……

[the end]

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Things heat up as the rakshasa and her heart plot to seize the throne!

The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter Three: The Rakshasa’s Whip
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

Queen Adroyna was dead. My grandmother. The longest-lived queen in Naith’s history. She had fended off assassination plots from aunts, from cousins, from sisters, and from her own daughters. She had drenched the Ziggurat in the blood of rakshasas to gain and maintain her clawed grasp on the queendom.

And now she was dead. Of natural causes.

Just thinking about it sent a horny wave of desire through me. A need to feel cum pumping into my womb, to bear that strong daughter of Bakiir. What a human he was. A warrior. A fighter. A killer. What a daughter he would give me. What a queen she would make.

What a threat to my very life. She would make me keep my claws sharp. My pussy grew even hotter.

I seized Bakiir’s shaved head, pulling his ebony face between my brown thighs. I groaned as he nuzzled and licked, as his tongues slid through my hot folds. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling and swaying, my nipples throbbing as I stared at Lucy.

What wondrous news she brought me. Everything would change. The entire balance in the palace would be thrown into chaos. And that meant opportunity. Plotting, intriguing, advancing. Carving out more power.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, my pussy already on fire from his first round of pussy licking. I cracked the flogger on his back, loving the stinging crack, his stoic grunt muffled by my cunt. “We have such plans to make.”

“Yes, my heart,” Lucy moaned, her hands rubbing her naked body, her fingers sliding down to her shaved pussy. She found her gold clit piercing, her mark as a royal slave, and tugged on it, twisting her little nub. She shuddered. “So many plans.”

CRACK!

The thudding smack, the grunt, the pleasure of Bakiir’s tongue sliding through my pussy lips shook me. My orgasm swelled so fast in my core. My juices smeared across his dark cheeks. His hands gripped my ass, so strong and rough, manly hands. Warrior hands. Yes, he would breed such a daughter in me.

My hips undulated faster and faster. I ground my clit against his lips, sparks shooting through me. My tongue licked my muzzle, brushing my whiskers, feeling my sharp fangs. I growled and yowled, the pleasure rippling through me as I came closer and closer to my explosion.

His lips found my clit. He sucked.

I came.

My pussy spasmed. Rapture burned through me. I gasped and convulsed. I shuddered on him, my entire body heaving as the pleasure of his licking surged through me. My eyes fluttered. His tongue was so amazing. So deliciously wicked. He stirred me to a froth. He made me ache and groan.

I gripped the flogger hard, cracking it down on his back as the rapture growled through me.

“Yes!” I snarled. “The queen’s aged tits, yes!”

Juices flooded out of me and into his hungry mouth. Lucy moaned nearby, tugging on that gold piercing. Her brown eyes fluttered as she let out such wanton moans. Her pale body glistened, adorned in sweet oils, her nipples so pink.

My pleasure boiled through my mind. But I needed more. I cracked my flogger one final time, eliciting one final grunt from my slave. He squeezed my ass hard, pulling me tight against his lips as he devoured my cunt.

Then I pulled away from him, my body still trembling. I crawled on to the bed, glancing at my heart. Lucy smiled as I knelt on my bed, wiggling my hips. She jumped and landed beside me, her petite body moving with her lithe, youthful grace. She stretched out before me, spreading her thighs, the sweet musk of her pussy filling my nose, mixing with the rose of her oils.

“Fuck me, Bakiir,” I snarled. “Ram that cock into your mistress’s cunt! Breed such a daughter in me!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, so full of all that strength I had tamed and mastered.

I buried my muzzle between Lucy’s legs. I loved how she squirmed and giggled, my whiskers tickling her inner thighs. Then my muzzle reached her pussy. My ears twitched as I lapped my wide, rough tongue across her cunt. Her squirms turned into trembles, her giggles transmuting into moans of pure delight.

“My heart,” moaned Lucy as my tongue battered her clit piecing. Her hands slid up her oiled body to her glistening tits, squeezing those small mounds. “Oh, you spoil me.”

“Mmm, I love to spoil my heart,” I purred as Bakiir’s strong hands seized my hips. “Especially when being fucked.”

“Yes, you eat my pussy out with such ardor,” Lucy groaned. “Oh, my heart, yes!”

I feasted on her pussy as Bakiir’s thick cock nudged at the folds of my hot cunt. He stirred his ebony shaft up and down my slit. And then he rammed into me with a might grunt, a warcry as he did battle with my pussy. He stabbed so deep, his spear impaling into my pussy. I groaned, savoring his prowess. He stretched my flesh apart, the friction burning hot, tingling through my body and making me purr louder.

The joy rumbled out of my throat as I licked and lapped at my lover’s pussy. My sweet slave. My heart. I devoured her pussy. My tongue lathered up and slit, caressing her pussy folds, diving into her depths for a moment. I gathered her cream, savoring it, while Bakiir thrust over and over.

“Fuck my heart,” moaned Lucy, her hips twitching. Her hands squeezed her breasts harder, jiggling her small mounds as much as she could. “Just pound her! Breed her!”

“I will,” growled Bakiir, pounding me so hard, savoring his reward. “Seljan’s beard, what a cunt!”
“A rakshasa’s cunt!” I growled. “Better than any human’s!”

“Yes, Mistress.” He thrust harder, his balls smacking into my clit. I shuddered, my triangular tiger-ears twitching.

I drove my tongue deep into Lucy’s pussy, swirling around as my slave pounded me. My round breasts swung beneath me, my hips bucking. I clenched around his dark girth. The friction burned so hot through me, driving me closer and closer to exploding on his dick.

He impaled so deep into me. His spear so thick and long. I growled and snarled as I feasted on my heart’s sweet pussy. I made her tremble and gasp. Her fingers seized her pink nipples, stretching them, pulling on them, making such wonderful moans of delight as she groaned and gasped.

“Gods,” grunted Bakiir, burying his cock harder and harder into my burning depths. “By the gods, Mistress!”

“Cum in her!” howled Lucy, bucking so hard, trembling on the bed, my tongue lapping at her pussy, driving her wild.

I loved the sweet taste of her cunt while having my pussy so thoroughly fucked. Bakiir’s huge cock buried over and over into me. Every thrust sent a wave of euphoria through me. My purring grew louder and louder, my pussy clenching harder and harder. I drank in the friction, so eager for another rapturous explosion.

His hands tightened on my hips. His heavy balls thudded so hard into my clit. He growled. He grunted. My mighty slave rammed his huge cock into the depths of my fertile pussy. And exploded in me.

Hot cum spurted into my depths.

His fecund seed fell upon my fertile soil.

I came.

I snarled into Lucy’s pussy. I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, swirling it around, the rough texture assaulting her inner walls. She gasped and shuddered as my own snatch went wild about Bakiir’s dick. I massaged his cock, milking out the cum while the tsunami of rapture swept through my body and reached my mind.

“My heart!” squealed Lucy, cumming on my tongue.

Her pussy spasmed about my tongue, her juices flooding my hungry mouth, as ecstasy consumed me. My cunt milked Bakiir’s dick, eager for every drop of his jizz. He grunted behind me, shuddering as he emptied his balls into my depths.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” howled my lover. “Oh, thank you!” She bucked, spasming, feeling the same euphoria as me.

I shuddered, drinking it in, savoring Bakiir’s cock in me. He began to soften now. Spent. I shivered, lifting my muzzle, fur soaked with Lucy’s sweet juices, my every breath full of her scent. I looked over my shoulder at my brawny warrior.

“Retire to your cell,” I snarled.

“Mistress,” he panted, his ebony body glistening with sweat.

I shuddered as he withdrew his cock from my depths, clamping my pussy tight to hold his cum in. He stepped off the bed and sauntered with that dangerous grace of a warrior to the kennel. I shivered, rolling over onto my back, Lucy already scampering around on the bed, so full of energy.

“So Rushina will be queen now,” Lucy said, settling between my thighs. She leaned down, her soft, brown hair brushing my thighs as she nuzzled into my cum-filled pussy.

“Yes,” I purred as she took a long, slow lick through my folds, gathering Bakiir’s cum leaking out. “Unless she bungles it.”

“Well, she did produce Kushini,” she giggled. “So, clearly she can bungle things.”

I let out a pleased laugh as she licked her tongue through my folds again. I shuddered, feeling her tongue gather Bakiir’s cum out of my depths, hearing her moans of delight as she savored it. I ran my right hand through her hair, stroking her, savoring her, loving her.

“What will you do?” Lucy asked.

“Well, it’s time for our new ‘friendship’ with Kushini to pay dividends,” I purred. “She’s heir now, and she’ll have more power. Power she’ll be willing to give to such a useful cousin as me.”

Lucy licked again. “It’s a shame you can’t be queen.”

I shivered, sucking in a breath. Her tongue twirled around my clit. “Yes, yes, a shame. But gaining Kushini’s favor is a start.”

“Why do that?” Lucy looked up at me, her eyes hard. “Take the queendom now. Rushina isn’t secure in her rule.”

“I’m further down the succession line.”

“Not if you’re bold.” She grinned at me. “Risks have to be taken to seize great rewards. You cannot be afraid. You have to seize your opportunity and act.”

“That sounds… familiar.” I licked my chops.

“You said it.” She probed her tongue into my pussy, swirling it around.

I shuddered, my mind working at her words. Bold. It had happened. Lesser daughters, granddaughters, and distant cousins farther down the line of succession had pulled it off. It had to be bold. A bloody coup. Something of overwhelming force and yet showing absolute cunning. It wasn’t enough for me to kill Rushina and declare myself queen. I’d have to do more.

I’d have to get someone else to kill Rushina for me. And then act.

My purr rose in my throat, Lucy’s tongue feasting through my pussy as the idea birthed through my head. I gripped her brown hair, grinding my pussy on her delicious tongue. Pleasure rippled through me, feeding my plan.

“Oh, yes, my heart, you are so right,” I purred. “Mmm, you’re going to be a queen’s slave! A queen’s lover!”

“Yes!” Lucy moaned. She jammed her tongue deep into my pussy, swirling around, gathering Bakiir’s cum.

I gasped, my toes curling. I seized my round breast with my left hand, squeezing it as the pleasure surged through me. I yowled and growled, humping on her face, grinding my clit against her cute nose. The pleasure surged through me.

I came as my plan crystallized in my mind.

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Metal rang on metal.

I sat beneath the shade, watching the training sands. My slaves were practicing under Bakiir’s gaze. But I was nearer Kushini. She sparred with one of her own slaves, a brawny Thlinian with dark-red skin. Their swords crashed together, the pair dancing back and forth. Both were nude, my cousin’s breasts jiggling as she fought, her slave’s cock hard, rampant before him.

She must train her slaves for that.

Lucy fanned me while I lapped at my chilled wine. There was no breeze today. It was positively stifling in the Ziggurat. It was like even the weather opposed Rushina’s claim to the throne, turning all of Ankush into an oven.

And yet Kushini fought anyways, her body glistening with sweat. She did not deserve to be the heir.

“Congratulations, cousin,” I said as she and her slave took a pause in their sparring.

Kushini’s ears twitched. Her feline eyes flicked to me. “Congratulations?”

“On your ascendancy.” I licked my chops. “Why, you’ll be queen. One day.”

“I will be queen,” she hissed, her words both bold and mocking. “Why else are you here, cousin?”

“Why, to watch my slaves train.”

Kushini’s eyes flicked over to them, lingering on Bakiir. A shiver ran through her body. Then, with a snarl, she attacked her slave. He raised his sword, not caught off guard, fencing with her hard. He was good, skilled.

And so was she.

“Of course, cousin,” she spat.

“Your mother is young. And she is Adroyna’s daughter. I imagine she can rule as long as our grandmother did. Maybe longer if her heart doesn’t fail her while fucking her slave.”

Kushini hissed, her next swing hard. The swords clanged as they came together.

“Why, you might be old and shriveled yourself when you’re queen.” I took a lap of my wine. “Good thing you have your… amusements.”

Kushini’s next swing went low, slipping past her slave’s guard and bit into his leg. He grunted, crimson blood spilling down his thighs. She yanked her sword free and he stumbled. She shuddered, her nipples hardening as she watched him fall onto his back.

Then she was on him, grasping his hard cock and impaling her cunt on his dick. She hissed, her fingernails raking bloody furrows down his chest as she rode his shaft. The slave groaned and gasped, staying impressively hard despite his bleeding leg wound.

I loved the anger, the lust, burning through my cousin. I lapped at my wine, turning my gaze to Bakiir. He was molding my slaves into such a fighting force. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit aching beneath my sari. I was so juicy.

But it was so damned hot.

Kushini’s moans and snarls and hisses and growls echoed as she fucked her slave hard, cumming in a few minutes upon him. Then she stood up, juices glistening down her thighs and snarled orders at her slaves. The wounded man was dragged off and a brawny Secaran slave came out to fight her.

Such rage. Such anger.

So useful when properly channeled.

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The preparations for Rushina’s coronations had turned the Ziggurat into a zoo. I couldn’t stand it. Two days after watching Kushini fuck her slave on the arena sands, I wandered the slave markets, Lucy heeling me. Men leered at her beauty, staring at her naked, oiled flesh. But she was marked by the gold ring piercing her clit and walked behind a royal rakshasa. My gold nipple ring let them know I was no ordinary member of my species.

So they only looked, lusted, aching to seize my Lucy and satiate their rutting desires on her perfect flesh.

If I didn’t love Lucy, I’d be tempted to remove her gold clit ring and see how long it took before she was gangbanged. Perhaps I’d bring one of my female kennel slaves along next time just to discover.

I glanced at the pens, the slaves divided into categories. Some specialized in men for manual labor, others touted slaves with actual skills in crafts. I ignored those. The warrior slaves were swarmed by the gladiator owners who always needed new meet for the Coliseum and the games. I strolled past those, too, heading towards the pleasure slaves. Angelic boys, castrated to preserve their high-pitched voices and taught to eat pussy between singing their beautiful songs, lush girls trained to please both men and women with every part of their bodies, virginal waifs frightened and scared, knowing they were being sold to men delighting in violating their innocence.

So much flesh to buy.

“What is your game, cousin?” Kushini asked, strolling up to me in her obscene garb of leather pants and tight vest, sword strapped to her waist. She would wear a silk sari as befit her rank.

“Game?” I asked. “Why buying another pleasure whore for my kennels. Bakiir deserves his own woman, I think.”

“What of her, Mistress?” asked Lucy. “She has red hair. Tuathan blood. That’s rare.”

I glanced to the frightened girl huddled in the back, trying to hide her naked, freckled tits, her green eyes so wide. They were vibrant eyes. I licked my chops, pausing before her. Kushini fell in beside me, her hand rubbing on her sword.

“You want me to kill my own mother,” Kushini said. “And become queen. Why? You’re sixth in line.”

“I’ll be fifth then, won’t I?” I asked, moving closer to the cage, studying the girl. She had such long legs.

“Bakiir would enjoy her, Mistress,” Lucy said, knowing better than to call me “my heart” in public.

“Yes, he would.”

Kushini ears twitched. “And how long before you try to kill me?”

“Well, cousin dear, I’d have to murder your younger sister, two of my older sisters, and a cousin before I would even be a threat to you.” I glanced at her. “Does that frightened you?”

She purred, shaking her head. “My mother has a strong guard. Stronger than mine.”

“Pity,” I said. “Lucy, find the slave master, I want to see if the slave has an intact hymen.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lucy said, bowing and then moving off around the cage, pushing past the leering men without fear.

My heart was a brave one.

“You trust her?” Kushini asked, her voice lower. “She’s your lover.”

My body tensed. “I do trust her.”

“I have seen her wandering the palace. She has many other lovers.”

“Indeed.” I glanced at Kushini. “She is a beauty.”

“Perhaps she needs a new lover. I have a Secaran slave named Nathan. Perhaps your Lucy is feeling homesick.”

“Perhaps,” I said.

Kushini flicked her eyes to the redhead. “Enjoy your new slave, cousin.”

I only purred my delight as Kushini marched off to the martial slaves. Lucy returned a moment later, the obsequious slave master, a ebony-skinned Halanian with a white beard and gold, hoop earring dangling from broad lobes. He gave me a bow.

I hardly glanced at the slave girl’s pussy, buying her more out of celebrating the progress of my plan than the need to reward Bakiir. She walked behind us, her chain held in Lucy’s hand, on the way back to the Ziggurat. Her sobs added such a pleasant symphony to our walk.

“Do you ever feel homesick, Lucy?” I asked my lover.

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I licked my lips, staring at the two men bound before me. It had been so much fun to contort Henyak and Bakiir’s bodies into balls, their wrists bound to their thighs, their ankles secured apart by a spreader bar. Their muscular asses were thrust up in the air, their cocks and balls dangling between their thick legs, exposed and vulnerable.

It made my pussy so wet as they submitted to this. They let me do this to them. They were so submissive to me. My loyal slaves. I ran my hand across both their asses, savoring their strength. It was so intoxicating. And it was such a wonderful way to pass the time while Lucy had her assignation with Nathan for the first time.

I hated when she went out to her lovers, but it was necessary.

“Did you enjoy taking that little Tuathan trollop’s cherry, Bakiir?” I asked, my fingers biting into his ass.

“She squealed nicely on my cock, Mistress,” he groaned. “And her pussy was tight.”

“Good, I paid much for her.” I kept stroking him. “She’s yours for as long as you want her. If you get bored, I can always find you another girl.”

“How can I get bored with you, Mistress?”

That brought a pleased purr from my throat. Then I turned to Henyak. “And you? Are you bored with your kennel slave.”

“Never,” he groaned. “She is such an ease at the end of a long day of training.”

“Or being whipped by your mistress?” I asked, my tone playful. I was in such a good mood despite Lucy’s necessary unfaithfulness. Kushini had lunged at the mouse I dangled before her.

“That, too. Her lips are so sweet.”

I leaned over, my breasts rubbing into his back. “Do you love her, Henyak?”

“I love you, Mistress,” he answered too quickly. He did love her. He didn’t want to lose her. And that knowledge bound him even tighter to me.

“Good.”

I gave both their asses a final squeeze and stood, strolling to the wall from which all my whips and floggers hung. I licked my chops, feeling my sharp teeth just graze my tongue. I grabbed a bull-hide whip, long and wonderful.

I turned around. The whip forced me to stand far away, but it took real skill to master. Anyone could flog a slave with a scourge. But to make the whip crack against their bodies, that took practice. That took dedication.

CRACK!

They both tensed as the whip cracked over their heads. They had no idea what toy I had chosen before. But they did now. I shuddered, cracking it again over them, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs. Now they wondered who would take the first lick.

Who would feel the first kiss of pain.

Bakiir’s ebony ass was so enticing, but Henyak’s brown was so muscular. And I hadn’t whipped him in a week or more. It was so hard to choose. I was spoiled by the slaves in my kennel, the amount of brawny men I had to play with.

CRACK!

Henyak grunted as the whip kissed his ass with pain. A bright, red welt formed, making me shudder. My whiskers twitched and my ears spasmed. I heard his teeth grinding together as he fought against the pain, the ropes binding his body creaking.

CRACK!

Another welt landed on his ass, but on the other cheek. It was a crescent shape, hooking hard to the right. I groaned, my left hand creeping down my stomach as I drew back the whip and snapped it forward.

CRACK!

Bakiir grunted. Even on his ebony skin, I could see the rising welt. Not as clear, not as bright. The paler the skin, the better the welts. But I knew it was there, stinging his ass. His cock and thick balls swayed between this thighs.

CRACK!

I struck Henyak again, making him grunt, his muscles bugling. My creeping hand reached my hairless pudenda before moving down to my pussy lips. I shuddered, finding my clit. I stroked my nub, rubbing it slow circles, drinking in the joy.

Over and over my whip cracked, landing on their asses, raising new welts that they would feel for a week. My kisses would linger. And they would know every time they sat down just who owned them. Me!

I purred louder. My body twitched. Pleasure ran through my body.

“Mistress,” the men groaned, the pain thick in their voices. They were warriors, but even they had limits.

CRACK!

“Mistress,” Henyak grunted, his back trying to arch, his fingers twitching against his calves. He wanted to grip them, but his palms were turned outward, denying him even that little bit of control over his situation.

CRACK!

Bakiir’s thick cock swayed as he bucked. I shuddered, my fingers dancing along my clit. My pussy clenched, aching to have his cock in me. I wanted to be bred. I wanted that dick in me again, spurting cum, making me shudder.

CRACK!

Bakiir bucked harder as my whip landed on his taint right above his balls. He grunted, shuddering, real pain shooting through him now. My juices flowed faster. I gripped the whip so hard as I drew it back and flicked it at Henyak.

“Mistress!” he howled as it cracked right on his balls, making them dance.

“Yes,” I growled, my pussy clenching.

My whip fell faster and faster as my fingers massaged my clit. The pleasure rippled through me as their asses turned into welts. I shuddered, drinking in the pain in their voices, they way their muscles bulged and flexed, struggling against the ropes.

“Yes, my strong warriors, take the pain!” I howled, my body on the verge of erupting, my pussy clenching so hard. My fingers blurred on my clit, euphoria swelling through me.

CRACK!

My cock struck Bakiir’s balls. He grunted, his back arching, struggling to rise, but his bonds wouldn’t let him. His ebony muscles strained. I groaned, savoring his pain. My clit ached beneath my fingers. My pussy clenched.

Tightened.

Spasmed.

I came.

Juices flooded down my thighs. I snarled out my rapture as the pleasure flooded through me. The whip fell from my fingers as I convulsed and came so hard. The rapture whipped through me. I loved it. I drank it in.

So good. So wonderful.

My ears twitched as I stared at their asses. Welted. They took the pain for me. They both groaned, mastering their agony, driving it down with such stoic pride. I loved it. My body bucked and heaved, my pleasure peaking through me.

And then I stumbled forward, needing more rapture.

“Oh, my wonderful boys,” I groaned, falling to my knees behind them. I leaned down, licking at Henyak’s balls, soothing them with my tongue. “So strong. For me.”

“For you, Mistress,” groaned Henyak as my tongue climbed up to his burning ass.

I ran over his welts, feeling them as I lapped at his rump. Then I moved to Bakiir, savoring his salty skin as I licked at the welts I inflicted. I savored each one, my hands stroking his bound thighs. I purred, my pussy aching to be filled.

Then I moved down between his legs. My teeth bit into the rope. I savaged the bonds, tearing his right hand free. He grunted, going to work to free himself as I moved over and attacked Henyak’s ropes. I shivered, my pussy on fire.

I stood, purring, “Follow, my lovely boys.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they both groaned, their voices thick with a new emotion: lust.

I shuddered, walking into my bedchamber as they ripped at their bonds. I stretched out on my bed on my side, the silk cool beneath my flesh. The evening breeze wafted in, bringing some relief to the heat that had assaulted the Ziggurat all week.

Bakiir entered first, his cock thrusting hard before him. I smiled, patting the bed in front of me. Henyak was right on his heels, his smaller cock, though still big for a human, gripped in his hand. He knew what I needed, grabbing small jar that held the scented lube. He slathered his cock, readying himself to plunge into my bowels.

“Yes, I need all my strong, sexy boys,” I groaned as Bakiir stretched out on the bed. He pulled me to him. I shuddered, my breasts rubbing against his chest, his hand stroking up my thigh to my hip then kept ascending up my side. He reached his goal and cupped my breast. “Oh, yes, this is what I need.”

Henyak pressed in from the other side. I shuddered, pinned between their two brawny forms. My two slaves so eager to please their mistress. Henyak’s cock slid between my butt-cheeks, slicked with the lube, and found my asshole. He pressed on it.

“Mistress, thank you,” he groaned as he thrust into me.

“Mmm, I love my boys,” I panted. “I need you all. You’ll be fighting for me. Bleeding and killing for me!”

“Yes!” Bakiir growled, sounding more eager for that than for my pussy he prepared to thrust into it.

He rammed his cock into my cunt. I shuddered, filled by his dick. By both their dicks. Henyak’s greased cock delved into the depths of my ass, pressing me against Bakiir’s brawny chest. My nipples ached, the piercing on my right twisting as I shuddered.

“You’ll lead them, Bakiir!” I moaned as he thrust into me, ramming into my cunt as hard as Henyak rammed into my bowels.

“I will, Mistress,” he groaned. “I’ll kill all your enemies.”

“Yes, Mistress,” grunted Henyak.

“Such wonderful boys,” I purred, pleasure rippling through me as their cocks both reamed my body, fucking me so hard, so fast.

They drove their dicks into me. They rammed them into my depths, making me squirm and groan. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered on the bed, sandwiched between them. They both pressed so tight against me, Henyak’s brawny chest rubbing on my back, Bakiir’s strong torso on my tits. Their hands roamed me, so rough.

Hands of warriors.

Their cocks speared over and over into me. Every thrust sent dizzying lust through my body. They drove their dicks in together, filling my pussy and asshole to the brim. The friction rippled through me, making me spasm. And then they withdrew, their amazing shafts pulling out of me, leaving my two holes begging to be filled.

And then they filled them. Hard.

Their balls smacked into my flesh, both men grunting as they pumped their cocks in and out of my holes. They gave me the pleasure I loved. That I craved. I shuddered between them, writhing so hard, my body drinking in the friction.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck your Mistress,” I snarled. “Pound her. Show her how strong you are! How virile!”

“So virile, Mistress,” Bakiir grunted, his cock thrusting harder, faster, his passion growing.

“We won’t disappoint you, Mistress!” growled Henyak, his cock plumbing to the depths of my asshole over and over.

Their thrusts fell out of rhythm as they neared their climaxes, both thrusting as hard and fast as they could, pounding my pussy and asshole. It was glorious. I writhed between their muscular form, savoring them as they pounded into me. I groaned, thrashing.

My holes drank in the friction, the rougher, velvety delight plunging over and over into my bowels, and the sweet, silky fire raging in my cunt. My holes clenched on them as they reamed me. My clit ground into Bakiir’s pubic bone, my nipples rubbing into his chest.

“You are mine!” I howled, my orgasm swelling. “Mine! You will bleed for me! You will kill for me! You will die for me!”

“Mistress!” they grunted.

I came.

My holes writhed about their dicks. My bowels spasming about Henyak’s dick, my pussy convulsing about Bakiir’s. Delirious rapture flooded through me. A euphoric tsunami that swept through my body, leaving me quivering in abject delight. My eyes rolled back into my head as the rapture surged harder and harder through me.

My pussy milked their dicks. And they responded.

They both slammed into me at almost the same moment, impaling me on their dicks. I spasmed between them as their hot cum spurted into my body. My bowels and pussy drank in their seed. My orgasm burned hotter and hotter as my boys worshiped me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “You will make me queen!”

“We will, Mistress,” they both growled.

I convulsed between them, licking at Bakiir’s neck, purring my delight. Their brawny forms held me as my orgasm peaked. The rapture died to a euphoric buzz. My heart hammered in my chest as they caressed me.

“You will be queen,” Bakiir promised.

Henyak nuzzled between my ears, kissing my bristling fur. “We promise.”

Such wonderful slaves. Lucy, my strong boys, and my idiot cousin would make me queen.

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It was two hours later when Lucy returned from her assignation with Nathan. It was longer than her usual trysts, but that was okay. They had a lot to talk about. To plot between the sheets. And I was sure Kushini made an appearance.

I’d recovered from being fucked so hard by my two brawny slaves. I’d dozed for a quarter of an hour between them, just savoring their brawny forms, before I sent them to the kennels for the slave girls to tend to their welts.

Now I sat on my chair, carved of mahogany from Baraconia, the work of expert halfling craftsmen. Their tiny hands allowed them to get such wonderful detail in the wood. I felt like a queen as I perched on it, my leg crossed, my back straight, the flogger draped across my lap, the marble dildo strapped to my waist thrusting up through the leather straps of my toy.

The doors to my chambers opened, Lucy passing by my slaves on guard in the foyer. She was naked, her skin freshly oiled. She had cleansed herself, but I could still smell the stink of a man on her as she approached.

Her eyes flicked to the flogger and the strap-on. She trembled. She knew this was always a risk when she returned from one of her lovers. That I would have to punish her indiscretion even if I sent her to it.

She didn’t hesitate. She fell down on her knees before me, turned around, and bent over, presenting her ass and back, her brown hair slipping off her shoulders. She didn’t tremble. No fear entered her scent.

She was never afraid around me. What a glorious woman. My heart was lovely.

I admired the sleekness of her pale back, the heart-shaped curves of her ass. Her pussy was a tight slit, plump and aroused. Juices beaded on her shaved flesh. Her musk grew stronger and stronger as I licked my chops.

Then I rose and knelt behind her, the flogger gripped in one hand. The dildo swayed before me. It was black marble veined with swirling white and polished to a mirror gleam, so smooth I could almost fuck her ass without lube.

Well, I had done that when punishing her.

She gasped as I thrust it into her pussy, her back arching as the girth spread her open and reached deep into her whorish cunt. I shuddered, the base pressing so wickedly on my clit, sending flutters of delight through my pussy.

“Well, my heart,” I purred, just dragging the flogger across her back, letting her feel the broad bands of leather before she felt their full kiss.

“Kushini showed up as Nathan fucked me,” she moaned. “She came in through a hidden passage into the alcove where I met him.”

“Interesting,” I purred. It was always good to know where those lay in the Ziggurat. The immense structure was honeycombed with passages. “And?”

“She wants to move tomorrow night,” she said. “While her mother prepares to be queen.”

“Meditating on rulership in the top of the ziggurat?” I groaned, drawing back my hips, the dildo emerging covering in her juices. “In the throne room itself. Bold.”

“Then she can just use the ceremony for herself,” Lucy groaned as I thrust back in, my crotch smacking into her ass, making her cheeks jiggle.

Pleasure shivered through me, my clit throbbing against the stone.

“She wants Bakiir to lead,” my heart continued as I drew back again, taking my time, letting her feel the dildo sliding through her flesh.

“Wise of her,” I groaned. “I’d thought she’d want to be there.”

“She does. She wants to walk in behind the slaves,” groaned Lucy as I plunged in again, her voice rising in pitch. “She wants you to walk in with her, my heart! To witness.”

I pulled the flogger away from her flesh, pumping away now, my breast jiggling before me. My clit ached every time I thrust into her pussy, the pleasure rippling through me. I drank it in as I cocked back my arm.

And cracked the flogger about her back.

She gasped, her shoulders writhing, red blushing across her skin as I fucked her pussy. She moaned, pushing back into my thrusts, the delight burning hotter in my cunt. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“And what did she offer you to betray me?” I groaned.

“Freedom,” Lucy gasped. “As if I wanted to be parted from my heart.”

“And did you accept it?” I asked, pumping away.

“Oh, yes. I’m to make sure you accept the bargain. That you feel safe and secure. That there are no traps. No harm for you.”

My pussy clenched harder. I cracked the flogger down on her back, bringing another moan, loving how the ends wrapped about her sides, striking her breasts swaying beneath her. Maybe even her nipples. The excitement mounted in me.

“How does she plan on killing me?”

“She wouldn’t say,” groaned Lucy. “But she claims your slaves will be mixed with hers, charging in together while Bakiir leads.”

“Which means she plans on hers holding back just enough, letting my slaves get ahead and take the brunt of her mother’s guards,” I groaned. “Then her soldiers will kill my weakened guards while kills me herself. She has no cunning. No depth. She will stab me in the back with her sword.”

I snarled, thrusting so hard, letting the flogger crack again on Lucy’s back. She moaned her agreement, bucking back into my thrusts. I could see it now. I shivered, feeling how close I was to danger. And how much I would gain tomorrow night.

Lucy moaned and gasped, her sweet cries surging my pleasure along with the prospect of seeing Kushini and her mother dead at my command. I yowled and snarled, pounding my lover’s cunt while scourging her back.

CRACK!

“My heart, yes!” moaned Lucy, bucking back so hard into me.

CRACK!

“You’re going to be queen!” she howled.

CRACK!

“Queen Malakisha!”

“Yes,” I snarled, driving so hard into her, her back so red and burning. I threw down the flogger, gripping her hips to pound her cunt, to make her squeal and moan.

My hands slid up her sides, seizing her breasts, holding her firm mounds as she squealed. My tits bounced above her flogged back, my nipple ring flashing in the lamplight. I shivered, the pleasure building over and over in my pussy’s depths.

“Cum, my heart,” I purred. “Cum. You have done so well tonight. You are going to be a queen’s lover! You are going to kneel before the Throne of Blood and Fangs and lick my pussy to orgasm while the court watches!”

“I will, Queen Malakisha!” she howled, thrusting her hips back. “Yes, yes, yes! Everything will change tomorrow night!”

She came so hard, moaning and grunting as I fucked her pussy. I drove the dildo into her depths over and over, making her squirm. I pinched her nipples, drawing out more and more sweet cries of ecstasy from her voice.

“My heart!” I growled and then I came.

My orgasm exploded through me. My body quivered and quaked. My fingers pinched her nipples so hard. I drove the dildo into her, savoring the pressure on my clit. In my mind, I heard the cry of the court proclaiming me queen after I took the throne.

By killing while keeping my fangs bloodless.

I pressed my tits into Lucy’s back, savoring the burning heat from her flogged skin. My nipples drank it in as I licked at her face. She turned her head, meeting my muzzle, kissing me. I groaned, letting my transformation end, my human face emerging, my lips becoming small and plump, able to properly kiss her back.

I held her trembling body, savoring our love. What a rakshasa Lucy would have made. But I was glad she was human. I could never love of rakshasa. I could never trust one. Betrayal and treachery were our milk and meat. We were raised on it. We drank it from our mother’s teats and feasted on it every day of our lives.

“Oh, my heart,” groaned Lucy when I broke the kiss. “How will you keep Kushini from killing you?”

“You know how, Lucy,” I purred. “Don’t even pretend you don’t. You know my mind.”

“Of course I do,” she groaned. “I’m your heart.” She licked her lips. “I’ve already set up my meeting with him. I should get going. I don’t want to be late.”

I laughed, rolling off of her. “You are such a treasure, Lucy.”

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The next night found me standing with my men, Bakiir at the front of them. They were all armored, dressed like gladiators and killers, swords and tridents and short spears held in their hands. They stood tall and proud. I had spent the day doling out my affections to them, reminding them that I was their Mistress.

Lucy stepped into the room, reeking of her new lover. “Kushini awaits.”

“Then let’s go kill a queen,” I purred. “And make me the next one.”

To be continued…

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This was first posted as part of a novel-length story

COLLECTION

The receptionist glanced at Zora’s documents and stamped her register then reached back without looking to pass her the room key.

“Wake up call?” she asked, brightly.

“I will be leaving in the small hours.” Zora replied. “That’s why I’m paying in advance”.

“Of course, of course” the woman said and turned her attention back to the evening newspaper then, suddenly, looked up and fixed her with a curious stare. “Excuse me for asking” she began, hesitantly, “but you wouldn’t have a married sister named Zora, would you”?

“I cannot think of anyone with that name in my family” Zora answered, easily. “Do I remind you of someone”?

The receptionist turned her newspaper around on the counter and pointed at one of the faces in a spread of photographs commemorating victims of the recent landslide in the Svitavian Heights. “She looks very like you” she said, blushing slightly “so I was worried you might have lost someone”. It was the photograph from Zora’s state identity card.

“I see.” Zora replied. “Bless you but, no, it’s just a coincidence”. She smiled winningly, took the key and headed to her room to wait. On the stairs she encountered a thin and haggard man, shabbily dressed, coming the other way. He blocked Zora’s path and stood arrogantly looking her up and down.

At last he spoke, evidently satisfied with what he saw “Come to room fourteen at eleven”.

Zora looked away while she hurried to compose herself. She had not expected to be confronted with any decisions after finding the Yellow Sign but this man could be involved in her collection or he could be a random stranger in search of street-walkers. And then she realised that it did not matter – that nothing that could happen to her now would ever matter.

“Room fourteen” she confirmed.

“How much extra for special services?” the man asked, his lean face twisted into an evil leer. Zora fluttered her lashes and favoured him with a coarse smile.

“No extra” she purred, feeling dirtied.

At five minutes past the hour, Zora went to room fourteen. The thin man answered her knock in a string vest and stepped aside for her to enter. Slamming the door closed behind her he tore the handbag from her grip, secured her wrists in a pair of steel cuffs and pushed her face against the wall. He pulled up her skirt and forced two fingers brutally into her arse then began pumping them in and out. She let out a strangled cry of pain and shock. With his fingers still hooked inside her he drew her into the room, bent her over the dresser and continued his violent fingering. Zora put her cheek to the chipped veneer and groaned. Again, he dragged her across the room and pushed her to the floor before the bed. Looking back at him over her shoulder Zora saw the riding-crop and arched her back, spreading her knees apart to present her ample arse for punishment. He lay on with a will and she bit down hard on the cold chain between her wrists to keep from screaming as twelve bright stripes were carved into her yielding flesh. There was a brief respite while he dragged off his trousers and pants, then he pushed her over onto her back with his foot and squatted above her head, pressing his lean crotch to her face. Zora rained hot kisses onto his balls and along the crease of his arse in a frenzy of submission and allowed her chained hands to roam down over her belly to pinch at her clit. He made her spend a long time licking and sucking at his arsehole while his fist pumped his hard cock and she writhed sensuously beneath him with a cruelly slow finger sliding in and out of her cunt.

Just as her moans became throatier and more urgent, he jumped up and dragged her by the hair to throw her face down over the edge of the bed. With one thrust he drove his dry cock deep into her arse and began to buck his bony hips furiously against her. Zora’s face twisted in agony and she sank her teeth into the sleeve of her jacket, growling, while his knob pounded into her. The old bed rattled and creaked for many minutes until he grunted and his spunk splashed over her cheeks and thighs. They moaned together. After a while he re-lit a half-smoked cigarette, rolled over, and unlocked the cuffs. Zora smoothed down her skirt and collected her bag. She saw a handful of banknotes on the bedside but just blew a kiss to where he sprawled on the bed, naked from the waist down, and went back to her room to wait. Not a word had been spoken since they had met earlier on the stairs.

His room was in darkness when she passed it in the dead of night and slipped out of the hotel to be collected in a back street.

In the convent Katya wept with frustration as she watched, inverted, while the men slaked their lusts on the headless corpse of their victim – the same pale body which had been pressed so tenderly against her own moments earlier. She blinked away the tears and her eyes fell on the head labelled “Elena” hanging in the centre of the wall facing her. Some craft had preserved the beautiful features as though in life, as though her mouth were ready to speak, or to kiss.

Some miles distant, on an isolated farm in the Svitavian foothills, a video camera was set up with the bare brick wall at the side of the barn as a backdrop, and Kristina stood in front of it holding a newspaper wrapped in a sheet of green sugar-paper – the front page of some future edition of the Morning Post would be imposed on it later.

“The Circessya Liberation Army regret that they cannot permit me to leave their custody until a full statement of their demands has been published in the Morning Post and the Evening News” she read out, deadpan. The camera was turned off.

“And that is all?” asked Tural suspiciously. There was a hard edge to his voice.

“Just that” Rashid insisted. “For us, this is nothing. The video is a ploy to mislead whoever is looking for her. At five this morning they will collect her and the tape – and the camera; we only have to keep her safe until then. Brothers – this is easy money”.

“But we don’t know who the fuck they are” put in Mikhail.

“That is best for everyone” Rashid replied. “I’m not curious about them at all, and nor should you be”. He stood and looked around the dark farmyard. “Bring her inside the house”.

Mikhail slid his Uzi along the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of cherry vodka by the neck. “I say we have her now” he declared, to no-one in particular. Rashid and Tural stopped in their tracks; Kristina walked nonchalantly past them to take a seat by the stove and slipped off her heavy overcoat.

“We are contracted to deliver her as we found her” Rashid said, emphasising each word with a stab of his finger. Mikhail dragged a chair towards him and straddled it, taking a swig from the bottle.

“And we shall” he said.

“We are professionals” Tural stared him down “We’re not street criminals who cannot be trusted alone with the merchandise”.

“It’s not the same” Mikhail persisted. “The woman…” his voice trailed away as he turned to see what had distracted the others.

Kristina had pulled off of her miniskirt and was sitting back open-legged on a wooden stool dressed only in an open-cup leather basque, high boots and her piercings and tattoos. Her crimson nails tugged at the steel rings in her nipples and she ran her tongue over her parted lips.

“He’s right – there is nothing to stop you” she said, huskily. In the deathly silence that followed, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over the worn floorboards to where Tural sat. He watched her climb up his thigh to unbutton his shirt and then gasped as she fastened her hungry mouth over his nipple, sucking wickedly while her hands quickly pulled out his cock to stand erect before her. Grinning up at him, she licked the length of his shaft then lapped lingeringly all around the head, tantalising him with her tongue-stud and running her hands over his abdomen and chest. He glared down at her peroxide spikes, bobbing up and down now as she sucked his cock deep into her hot mouth.

“Enough!” Tural barked. Seizing Kristina’s shoulders, he pulled her away from his groin and pushed her back over the edge of the table. He un-holstered his semi-automatic and bent over her, pushing her legs open to force the ugly blue-steel nose of the loaded pistol into her tattooed cunt and her hips rose to welcome it. His fist pumped hard and fast; she threw her head back and groaned, digging her fingers into the flesh of her breasts.

“Anything you want” she panted. Mikhail’s hand closed around the nape of her neck and he dragged her head and shoulders towards him to feed his cock between her waiting lips. She snaked an arm around his hips to pull them closer together and fed on him hungrily. He slapped at her breasts making the inked flesh swing and shiver then dug his fingers into them and squeezed fiercely. Tural hauled off his jeans, rose to his feet and hauled Kristina’s ankles up to his shoulders. He leant forward and began to drive inside her with long strokes. She grunted around Mikhail’s cock and pushed her hips back to meet his attack, slamming the table to and fro.

They fucked faster and harder until at last Tural fell back onto his chair, panting and red-faced. Kristina reached one hand over her pelvis and ribs to collect up his spunk and licked it from her fingers, smiling lustfully as Rashid’s erection loomed over her face. Mikhail moved around to take Tural’s place between her thighs, but he spread her crease open with his thumbs and stabbed the head of his cock into her arse.

“Here is what this little Lilith needs” he grunted as he forced himself deep inside her. His flat stomach slapped against her firm, round cheeks and he began to growl to the same rhythm, “Whore! Bitch! Slut”!

“Yours! Yours!” she cried, until Rashid pulled her mouth to his groin and she wrapped her lips around his stiffness.

All three took her arse. Tural was the roughest – he wrapped his hands around her throat to drag her whole body backwards and forwards onto his pounding prick making her breasts shiver in time to his thrusts and wrenching hoarse cries of pain from her. At the end, all three spent over her face and chest and left her lying used and degraded on the table-top, a beatific smile on her lovely, bespattered face. From time to time she ran a finger through one of the pools of spunk decorating her inked skin to suck at it and she kept the little finger of her left hand flickering softly over her aching clit.

Finally, the throbbing of an engine broke the silence outside and she heard the Circessians speaking in low voices; Pierre appeared in the doorway and she rose to follow him.

Meanwhile, Leon walked over to where Katya hung upended, keening with frustration. He was still naked and bloody from his encounter with the decapitated victim, and he carried two huge, red candles and a petrol-lighter. Without a word, he forced the candles into her arse and cunt – pressing down deeper into her cunt because it was so wet and slippery – then lit them both and left the room again. Very soon she was writhing and twisting in her chains as the fierce heat of the molten wax rilled between her legs and down over her smooth, tanned skin.

By three o’clock that morning, Eva’s friends were preparing to leave for their own hostels and bedsitters to get some sleep before morning classes. A mixed gang of six final-year students from her own course were the last to say goodbye, exchanging hugs and kisses with her at the apartment door and chattering excitedly.

“You absolutely must be there” a vivacious redhead insisted loudly. “One year from today, in the Blue Parrot. It will be such fun”.

“I’ll have no stories to tell if I don’t get the train into Europe in three hours” Eva laughed. There was a final round of goodbye kisses and the guests went off – more quietly, for the neighbours’ sake – down the stairway to the street.

Pavel closed the door behind them, and he and Eva sat down amongst the plates and glasses. He was no longer smiling.

“Then do it” Eva challenged him, in response to his silent look of accusation.

“You know it’s not possible” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes.

“But it is” she returned, leaning eagerly toward him and taking his hand. “I have to be on the roadside uphill from the railway station at five in the morning. I don’t have to be alive”. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. “We could go there now, and you could carve your name into my womb”.

“I want to” he said dully, still not meeting her eyes.

“Then why don’t you”?

Eva stopped under a stunted birch growing through the wire fence behind the marshalling yards at Mirenburg Commercial. On the other side of the road was a vast expanse of weeds and concrete which had been awaiting detoxification and development since the asbestos plant was demolished. They were as far from a living human being as it was possible to be within the old Stadt boundary.

“This is the rendezvous” she told Pavel, and she dropped her shoulder bag at the roadside. He watched as she put her beret and jacket into it, then her blouse and jeans and trainers until finally she stood naked before him in the moonlight. Pavel looked around nervously; there was neither sight nor sound but the murmur of a soft breeze through the trees lining the deserted road. Eva reached into the bag and drew out a long hunting knife. He stood dumbstruck. Slowly and deliberately, looking him in the eye, she lay back in the long grass; taking the hilt in both hands she pressed the point of the knife to her belly. Her bosom heaved and her young body undulated sensuously.

“Do it” she begged him, huskily. “Plunge it into me”. Eva insinuated the blade across the exposed flesh of her stomach and chest as she spoke, tilting the handle towards him. Her hips and shoulders rolled. “Stab me” she closed her eyes, transported for a moment by the intensity of her situation. “Stab me” she repeated, moaning, “over and over again until my lifeblood soaks you. Use me and leave me here by the roadside”. She pushed the blade into her lightly-muscled stomach, not quite breaking the skin. “Do it” she purred. He sobbed.

“I cannot” he choked. “Even now, I cannot”. Eva pressed the knife-edge to her nipple and held it there, feeling the cold steel on her silky skin. She let out a loud sigh, and then spoke.

“It doesn’t have to be you”. Her heavy-lidded eyes gazed into the darkness behind the branches with a faraway look as she drew the knife-point over her flat stomach down to her gaping cunt. With slow, tiny movements she pricked at her clit, now sliding the blade to and fro, now pressing the cold edge softly into the moist folds of her labia. Pavel turned and walked away, leaving his fiancée writhing nude on her back at the side of the road, eagerly awaiting her murderers.

Katya was wakened from a reverie by a sudden crack beside her ear. The candles had both burned down and left her caked with red wax from her crotch down to her ribcage and down to her shoulder blades. She opened bleary eyes and lifted her head to see the nude figures ranging around her helpless form. The men held long whips of various materials and patterns. Two women were with them. She recognised them; they had been hanging in her place earlier but now were bathed and oiled, their hair dressed and their lips and nails painted. Naked, there was little to distinguish them except that one had bright blue eyes and the others were a limpid brown. They were both meat.

“Lash the wax from her flesh” said Grigori and a whip sliced through the still air to land across Katya’s upper thighs in a blinding white flash of agony. She opened her mouth to cry out and the second stroke – of many – cut into her lower belly and around her hip and arse. It took many minutes before she had a long enough respite to draw breath and scream and longer still before they were satisfied that every scrap of wax was gone from her burning skin.

She was gasping to regain her breath after a long, desperate howl of utter abandon when the two women stepped forward to un-cuff her ankles and lower her gently to the floor. The men gathered around and watched, their whips trailing from their hands, as the two settled down either side of her and dipped their heads to lick the angry welts and cuts on her back and arse. They stretched their necks over her, pressing tender kisses and soft fingers onto her burning flesh. They waited calmly while Katya was rolled over and laid outspread to accept the same slavish attentions to the wounds on her abdomen and thighs. She looked past them to where the three stood looking coldly down on her then smiled, closed her eyes and growled as sharp teeth teased at her aching nipple and the tip of a moist tongue fluttered swiftly over her stiff clit. Katya sank back as though the limestone flags were a feather-down, voicing her arousal in a long, soft cry.

The panting of the three entwined women had become rapid and urgent when Andrei reached down and pulled the blue-eyed girl to her knees by the hair. She tilted her head back to watch him brandish a straight-razor, flicking it open. The other woman raised her face from Katya’s crotch and together they looked on, enrapt, as Andrei seized his victim firmly and touched his shining blade to the elegant sweep of her throat. He put a hand to her cheek and lifted her chin, exposing her willing flesh.

“The Pallid Mask” she cried as her arteries burst open over their bodies, into their mouths and down their chins and breasts. No sooner had the torrent died than his strong arm slashed the razor through the flesh of her belly and her steaming innards splashed over them too. Katya threw her arms around the brown-eyed woman’s neck and pulled her close. They shared a mouthful of blood in a long, wet kiss then she pinned Katya down and licked her face clean, kissed her fiercely on both nipples, and ducked her head to lap at the gore pooling in her navel.

“Now it is your time” said a male voice and Katya opened her eyes to see the brown-eyed woman kneeling astride her chest, her head resting back on Leon’s hip and a length of whipcord drawn around her white neck. They smiled into each other’s eyes and he began to pull the garrotte tight. Her mouth gaped and her eyes stared but she used all her failing strength to saw the trailing end of the killing rope violently to and fro over her clit. Katya was both terrified and madly excited by Leon’s easy cruelty in prolonging the strangulation by loosening his grip at longer and longer intervals until the death spasm seized her. Then a spray of ejaculate and piss from the jerking corpse drenched her face and she licked her lips.

“Frig!” growled another voice and she gratefully sank her fingers inside her bloodied cunt, grinding her hips. She looked from side to side, gasping and purring and tracing crimson smears over her bosom and face as she trailed handfuls of blood up to her mouth. Leon pushed past a twitching corpse and knelt beside her, pulling at his erect cock. The others joined him. Crying out in ecstasy Katya lifted her hips from the floor and drove her fist into herself, driven over the precipice by the hot spurts of spunk from the three men spattering across her quivering breasts.

“In that bag,” Grigori said, standing over her with his softening cock in his hand “you will find your clothes and purse – and some fifty denier stockings. Over there is a bathroom where you must wash yourself and change. Be ready in half an hour”. She nodded, and he played a stream of piss over her face and chest. Katya sat up, blinking, and twisted around in the spray – the others also took aim and together they sluiced the spunk and blood from her striped flesh while she turned her head from side to side, catching what she could in her mouth and swallowing thirstily.

Then they dragged the fresh bodies back to the kitchens and she prepared to leave.

Dawn was just breaking over Mirenburg’s deserted outskirts when the sound of an approaching diesel engine broke the silence surrounding Maria’s dacha and she set down her novel and went to the window. A dark-green military transport drew up outside and a tall, shapely woman emerged from the hatch at the back and walked up to the cottage carrying a handsomely-bound volume under her arm; Maria met her at the door. Without a word, the woman took a slip of paper from the pages of the book and handed it to her – it bore the Yellow Sign. Maria accepted it with a trembling hand and closed the door behind them.

“They sent me. My name is Yudif” the stranger said, taking her shoulders and kissing her. She was an attractive woman of the same age as Maria and also, the thought struck her, of the same height and size and with the same long, curling hair. They could almost be sisters.

“Your disappearance has proved to be most difficult to arrange” Yudif told her. “The security around government employees is always tight, especially for the more senior. It has been decided that your body must be found here”. She shrugged and smiled prettily “That’s all we need to know. Shall we go to the bedroom”?

Bemused, Maria led the way up the loft ladder to her stripped-pine attic bedroom. By the moonlight streaming through the long window she lighted an oil lamp and soon its warm glow spread over the white cotton sheets and brass-work of her single bed.

“That is absolutely perfect” Yudif said, eagerly. “Would you put the lamp in the window darling – near the curtains”? Maria complied then returning to her guest saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. “You, too” Yudif smiled as she unhooked the fastening of her brassiere and held it out to her. “Lay your own clothes by the bed and put mine on. They will fit you”. She wriggled out of her suede skirt as she spoke.

Maria switched her outfit and stood obediently waiting for orders. Yudif was completely nude now. She embraced Maria, kissed her sweetly on the lips, and took her hand. “Your rings and this lovely bracelet” she explained with a smile as she removed Maria’s jewellery and put it on.

She looked on, burning with excited curiosity, as Yudif took up her book and lay down naked on the bed, settling comfortable as though preparing for a quiet evening. “I don’t understand” Maria complained, at last. “Whose remains are to be found here”?

Yudif propped herself up on one elbow. “They have swapped our dental records” she explained. “And these wooden cottages from imperial times are quite charming but everyone knows they are fire-traps. Tomorrow, why should anyone doubt that the corpse in your bed is your own”?

“So, must I kill you?” Maria asked her, hesitantly. “How”? Yudif stretched her long legs and sighed.

“No, darling.” she replied. “The King himself will do that” and she opened the book. “I am going to lie here and read the Second Act. No woman has ever survived the experience” her excitement was getting the better of her, and a delicious shiver ran the length of her beautiful body as she spoke.

“The mystics say that” Maria mused. “Scientists – when they even allow that the Second Act exists – explain it away as psychogenic death”.

“I have seen it happen” Yudif murmured. “The sister who gave me these pages died in glorious ecstasy before my eyes”. Her voice trailed off and her gaze turned inexorably to the text in her hand. Maria sank slowly into a chair.

“I’d love it if you would read aloud” she breathed.

“That is not your fate” Yudif said ruefully and began to scan the page, her face glowing with an uncanny fervour.

The silence was profound, disturbed only by the turning of the pages. After a few minutes Yudif became restless, pressing her thighs together and rolling her hips on the feather mattress. Her nostrils flared and her bosom rose and fell. She read on, her breathing becoming laboured. Her mouth hung open but her eyes burned into the manu***********. Maria watched with equal intensity, hands clenched in her lap.

On turning over the fourth sheet, Yudif groaned aloud and rolled onto her stomach, spreading her thighs apart and grinding her pubes into the eiderdown. Her luscious body writhed and twisted and the page shook in her shivering fingers until she set it down, reaching eagerly for the next. At the first glance, she tossed her head back and cried out “The scalloped tatters!” but she could not look away for more than a moment and soon turned back to devour the play just as avidly as before, her whole frame wracked with convulsions.

By the time she reached the last page, Yudif had rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagled, holding the book up in front of her face. Her cunt gaped wetly as she lifted her hips from the bed, gasping, panting and finally screaming “Not upon us, oh King! Not upon us”! Her body froze rigid, straining upwards lasciviously, and her eyes burned with an all-consuming passion. Maria cried out, too, and then Yudif fell back onto the white cotton, her face serene and her heart stopped dead. The leather-bound volume fell open on her white breasts.

Reluctantly Maria turned her eyes away, for fear of glimpsing the text of the Second Act before her time and went to the window. She pulled the lace curtain into the flame of the lamp until it caught alight and fire roared up to the ceiling. Satisfied that the conflagration was spreading she went down to the ground floor and climbed through the side window, leaving the door bolted behind her. The brutally ugly troop-carrier still stood outside, its hatch open in readiness. Maria walked gladly towards it in the grey morning light, fashionably dressed in the dead woman’s clothes.

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read it and find out

.It was Saturday The last day of June when about to slip into bed surprisingly noticing that my window was open

i slowly walked over to the lattice and closed the window i climbed into my soft bed drifting away to sleep

the next morning i woke up with two girls, asking myself if i was dreaming and to my surprise my zipper was down and my cock was out.

i got out of bed immediately asking what the fuck was going on the girl’s laughed and giggled and broke of a whisper we want you i thought about trying to escape from the mysterious two but then thought to myself i was going to get laid now or never.

i then quickly asked the girls what did they want from me,their response, you we want you.

one of the girls took my soft cock,lifted it and putting it in her mouth then slowly sliding her tongue up and down until my soft cock was erect and rock hard.

i then turned the tables by getting up saying to the other girl take of your shirt with a violent voice and the girl not refusing took off her shirt but did not give me a chance to do anything she pushed me on the bed and began to sit ontop of me slowly pulling down her black leather panties and messaging my face with the lips of her pussy then yelling in erotica lick ,lick!! But instead of lick i blew lightly into her cunt until the slightest sign of pleasure from the women then sticking my tongue in and out and up and down until felt her legs shake and then bite into it as if it were a raw peace of chicken, the girls now handed me an envelope and got dressed then quickly opened my window and jump out giving me no idea of who they were and then leaving, as they drifted away into the mist of dawn disappearing i opened the envelope it contained 5 words

School ,Monday,Gym after lunch
(end of part 1)

;part two;

I spent the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday thinking about the girls and what would happen at school on Monday. Being Monday i was frustrated confused at excited all at the same moment i got out of my bed and put my best clothes on. Looking my best i walked out my room and into the kitchen seeing my mother cooking breakfast she immediately noticed that i was overly dressed and politely and curiously asked me if i was meeting someone at school i quickly nodded in left to right motion saying no! I got to my bus stop and onto the bus when i finally arrived at school and out of the bus it was 8:55 just 10 minutes before school was to start so i went into the court yard where i stood and talked to my friends before class started i told them about what had happened days before they were in shock and disbelief saying that would never happen and thinking i was lying but not taking notice by their reactions i
Walked into the east hall building as the bell rang.

I walked into my first blow which was Mr. Isumu who was japanese. I then took a seat next to a girl that wore chains wore black pants and shirt with her hair braided and dyed red taking notice at her beauty when the teacher anounced there will be two member joining our class as you could as guessed them they were introduced as trisha and britany and sat beside me smiling and looking inicent i began talking to them and started asking how old they were trisha 14 and britany 17 the same age as me, Jason!! I except your not talking over there Mr. Imasu said in a high voice. So here are the plans for today in history you’ll be paring up in groups of five to be writing and acting out a play about the glorys and wonders of Greece. I asked them if they wanted to be in my grouo along with the goth with the red hair. They accepted and luckly there were only 24 students in the class because my best friend got expeled because of a fight he gpt involved in and pushing the kid out the window on the second floor but back to the story. I then started asking them questions about saturday and they kept acting like they didn’t know what i was talking about but i knew they did and then one stated that we had better get to work on our play we all decided that we would do a play on what marriages were like in those times and halfway through the bell rang it was 11:10 time for lunch i met up with the girlss still wanting to know what made them sneak in my bedroom and have breif sex teasing with me still denying until i spoke of the gym they stared at me laughing took my hand and rushed me to the gym, where kids spent detention during lunch wacthed by an inministrader, very luckuly no one had adrived yet so we snuk be hind some rolled up mats and pushed them as far as we could without anyone taking notice. Trish then sat on top of me saying so did you call the police and tell them a little girl raped you of course not i replied and then britany began to kiss me on the lips hard without giving any warning as trish pulled my pants down and my troshers looking in wow at my cocl at was resonably big for my age 7”.5 was thr size. She asked me how did i want it and i quickly said without knowing it depends on how your gonna give it to me.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!