Author: admin

The nail has found a new victim.

Chapter Two

“Who’s there?! Who are you?!” Jason shouted, kneeling in an endless sea of darkness.

No matter how hard he pressed his hands against his ears, he could not block out the sound of countless voices whispering to him. Half of the voices were completely incomprehensible, the rest repeated the phrases he had seen in Tim Jones’ home, as well as telling him to commit horrible, twisted crimes. These voices, he heard them with a depth that he had never before experienced. With normal noise, sounds met the ear and just stopped, but these whispers… it was as if his head was made of water and the whispers were ripples, able to move through every fiber of his being and leave no mental stone unturned.

“Kill them all.”

“Drown the world in blood.”

“Bask in eternal suffering.”

“Tear away your flesh and bleed forever.”

“Drink the tears of innocents.”

“SHUT UP!” Jason screamed, unable to bear the whispers violating the most secretive confines of his soul.

Pushing the whispers aside, a deafening crash like the snapping of a billion bones filled the darkness with such intensity that Jason thought his ears would bleed. At the same time, a bright red light shined overhead like a dying star. With it, blood began to rain from the sky, drenching Jason and the nonexistent landscape around him.

Jason bolted up his bed, soaked in a cold sweat and now hearing the beeping of his alarm. It was Thursday, the day after he had found that grisly scene in his neighbor’s house. It did not surprise him that he suffered a nightmare, but he had never experienced one with such vividness. As he reached out to turn off his alarm, his hand paused over the nail, the nail he had taken from Tim’s home. Four inches long with four flat sides, the spike of black iron looked like the kind of nail that would have been used in crucifixions by the Romans. If his parents knew he had taken something from the crime scene next door, they would freak out. He didn’t even know why he had taken it, but something would not allow him to leave it behind.

Reaching past the nail, he turned off his alarm and retrieved his cellphone. He had left an apologetic message on Christi’s phone and he was hoping she had replied before heading off to work. Being a Thursday, they were both off from classes, but only she had a job. His voicemail box was empty. Either Christi had not seen the message (unlikely) or she was ignoring him. Oh well, with the house empty, nowhere to go, and no homework to do, there was nothing left but a relaxing day of lounging.

Wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he left his room and sleepily made his way to the hall, but as he took the first step down the staircase, he realized that there was something in his hand. Gripped tightly in his fingers like a prison shiv was the nail. When had he picked it up? He didn’t remember ever even touching it. Turning back, he returned to his room and set the nail at its resting place on his bedside table. After staring at it a little longer than he should have, he left the room and closed the door, but acting in tandem with the click of the door latch, a dull thump echoed from Jason’s bedroom.

Thinking the nail had fallen off the table, he reopened the door and looked around. No, the nail was right where he had left it. But what if it did fall? What if it slipped behind the table and he couldn’t find it? He would spend the day tearing his room apart in search of it, or accidently step on it and hurt himself… Best to be safe.

With the nail in his pocket, Jason began his morning routine.

Even with the much-needed day off, Jason could not relax. The TV played show after show and he had the limitless possibilities of his laptop, but he just couldn’t get comfortable on the couch. Every thought in his mind drifted back to what he had seen the day before and to the nail in his pocket. He continuously adjusted its position, trying to get it to feel right, but no matter what he did, he always felt like he had to grab it and change its position.

Eventually, he found his way back to his favorite porn site. Scrolling down the front page, he started selecting any movies that piqued his interest. While the movies rolled on mute, Jason’s attention constantly shifted from the porn to the TV, and back again, not quite applying any real focus to either stimulus. In time, the graphic images sunk into his psyche and he felt the urge to rub one out. Moving upstairs to his bathroom, he got himself all positioned and ready and looked for a good video to jack off to.

He soon settled on a lesbian bondage video. Manhood in hand, he started the clip and carefully raised the volume to a soft yet audible level, knowing that there was no one home but always afraid of being heard. The scene started with a busty brunette milf secured in handcuffs to a brick wall. Long black hair, thick full thighs, a stomach kept as flat as possible no matter what the cost, colossal tits that were as fake as they were glorious, and a cute face that showed her age. The years had certainly been very kind. She was wearing a purple dress and had a gag in her mouth.

While the victim put up a fake struggle against her restraints, player no. 2 strolled into the frame. Slightly younger and with blonde hair, her glistening leather outfit broadcasted the part she was playing. The greeting was played out, the sexy blonde leaning over and grabbing the brunette’s face and murmuring how she was going to ruin her. The punishment began with the ripping away of the purple dress, letting her braless tits bounce freely. At the sight of those glorious fun-bags, Jason’s heart rate jumped into a frenzy as he imagined wrapping his tongue around her erect nipples. Goddamn, her skin looked softer than velvet, and imagining his cock resting between her tits, smothered by them, sent a shiver up his spine.

The brunette rolled her head from side to side, feinting disgust or humiliation as the blonde leaned down and fulfilled Jason’s fantasy, wetting the woman’s areolas with her tongue. She licked them both gently, humming to herself while reaching down and releasing the hold of the brunette’s panties. Lowering her head even more, the blonde traced her tongue down her toy’s stomach, letting it gently flick the lips of her experienced pussy. The brunette emitted a stifled whine of arousal as her mistress’ tongue rolled around in her interior. Jason couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted, if it was the same as Christi’s or any of his past girlfriends’.

Swinging back to get her goldenrod locks out of her face, the blonde smiled and began petting the brunette’s slit with her hand, polishing her fingers with a wet gleam. Biting her lip, she inserted her middle finger up into her slave’s pussy, spreading her lips and making her whine through her gag. Whether it was to cause her pleasure or pain, the blonde began forcing her finger into the brunette’s pussy with sadistic speed, moving her hand into a blur while her slave moaned and cried out.

Seeing how roughly she was being treated, how she screamed masochistically through her gag, the movements of Jason’s hand increased in intensity as he watched the brunette’s sexual abuse. After thoroughly loosening up the brunette, the blonde retrieved a large vibrator and secured it between the brunette’s legs. Powered by a wall socket, the bulbous head of the “neck massager” began to buzz with a deep hum. With the hard rubber shaking against the spread lips of her pussy, the brunette released a scream of ecstasy through her gag, while the blonde continued to toy with her. As the vibrator worked its magic, the blonde stood up and resumed sucking on the brunette’s balloon-like tits, stimulating her perfectly in two different points.

In time, the vibrator and gag were discarded and the brunette changed her position. Now secured with her face to the wall, she had her purple dress fully removed, granting the camera a perfect view of her peachy white ass. Again, she made a few pulls at her restraints, trying to make it look like she was being held against her will or some other shtick like that. After about a minute given to the viewer to admire the brunette’s cushioned milf ass, the blonde returned to the frame, now with a flayed whip in her hands.

Giggling to herself, she delivered a playful slap to the brunette’s rear end, letting the black latex strands lick the woman’s flesh like a hundred thin tongues. At the sting of the whip, the brunette cried out in another mixed bout of pleasure and pain. Again and again the short whip struck her, letting her yelps echo through the set, and while her cries were very sexy, Jason suddenly found himself unsatisfied. He wanted more; he wanted more pain, more cruelty. He didn’t know where this desire came from, but it was ravenous in its intensity.

Clicking the “rough” keyword link in the description, he scrolled down through the results until he saw a familiar video. It was the kind of video that almost everyone on the site had seen. Jason had certainly skimmed through it a couple times, though something of this level never aroused him. It consisted of about five guys brutally gangbanging a girl; slapping her around, spitting on her, stepping on her face, etc. The whole time she looked stoned out of her mind or terrified. A lot of people called it rape, but apparently the girl was actually a real porn actress and she did all her movies in this style. As expected, the comment section was a battlefield of

“It’s rape!”

“It’s not rape.”

“This is sick!”

“This is fake.”

“She’s a victim!”

“She’s an actress.”

“You’re all messed up in the head! Shame on you!”

“You’re watching it too.”

“Kik me at blah blah blah.”

“Why do people go to this page when there is this great porn site yadayadayada.”

“My girlfriend thought it would cool to cheat on me, check out these pictures I took of her at whatever.”

Jason only masturbated to girl on girl and skimmed through regular porn when he was bored, but he found himself watching this video intensely. He was no longer jacking off; he now had his chin resting on his hands with a hungry look in his eye. He imagined himself in that room, taking part in the abuse. Whether the “rape” was real or not, he imagined it as being authentic with him as one of the perpetrators. This was completely out of his character. Sure, what he did to Christi was a sleazy move, but he could never rape anyone or even fantasize about it. Yet here he was, dreaming of the role he would play.

He imagined himself pulling her by her ankles across the filthy wet mattress and forcing his manhood into her gaping anus, hammering her with all of his strength while the other guys took turns forcing her to suck them off until she vomited. He imagined pulling her hair and smacking her makeup-smeared face, calling her a filthy whore and ramming his cock into her mouth. The gargling sounds of choking she would make and the foaming bubbles brought on by her attempts to breathe made his muscles twitch. He imagined watching as the other guys took turns with her, punishing every orifice and humiliating her on camera. In his mind, he pushed aside the guy with the ridiculous beard and took her for himself, ramming her pussy as hard as he could with her hands around her throat.

He dreamed of forcing his manhood into her brutalized body over and over again, dominating her and turning her into a piece of garbage. He fantasized about spitting on her, insulting her, slapping her, and dragging her around by her throat. He imagined fucking her bruised body with his hands around her neck, always around her neck. But as the fantasy progressed, his hold around her neck became a growing choke, with his hands evermore tightening and making her gag and gasp for air. Whenever she was just about to pass out, he would wake her up with several hard smacks to the face, bruising her before stuffing his cock into her mouth while she was disoriented. Then he would sodomize her, holding onto her neck from behind and fucking her asshole in the doggy-style position. Biting his lip, he would move as fast as his body would allow, making her scream and beg for mercy and cry in pain and humiliation. To answer her, he would donkey-punch her repeatedly, shutting her up even though her pitiful cries excited him.

By now, Jason was so deep in the fantasy that he felt like he was standing in that room in real time, as if that were his reality. He was on the bed, shooting load after load into her anus while she cried out. The other guys were gone, there were no cameras; it was just him and the girl in this very real rape. Once he ejaculated, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over. Silencing her screams, he forced his cock once again into her mouth, with the head and shaft drenched in his semen and her ass fluid. Once she sucked him clean, he pulled his dick out and rubbed it across her face while spitting on her, further smearing her makeup.

Still not satisfied, he pulled back his fist and punched her square in the face, breaking her nose. She screamed in agony and tried to cover her face, but the resulting stream of blood running down her chest only excited Jason further. Holding her up by her hair, he again punched her, this time in the stomach. She buckled over with the air knocked out of her and Jason continued with another punch to the face, whipping her head back and painting his knuckles red. She fell on her back on the mattress and he was immediately upon her. While beating her senselessly with his left hand, he forced the fingers of his right hand into her bruised pussy. Grabbing ahold of the side of her slit from the inside and outside, he squeezed brutally hard and pulled, tearing her insides with his fingernails and causing her to bleed profusely.

Ripping his hand out of her, he returned to her face and continued beating her. Over and over again his fists struck her face, impacting with animalistic strength and inhuman cruelty. Every time he pulled his fists back to punch her, he would fling his arm and splatter blood across the walls and ceiling, both her blood and his. This no longer had anything to do with sex or rape. It was all about inflicting as much pain as possible and making her suffer. At last she passed out, her face completely unrecognizable, but Jason couldn’t let her go just yet.

Grabbing the sides of her head, he pushed down on her eyes with his thumbs. Quickly the pain woke her back up and she screamed as he steadily pushed harder and harder, grinding his teeth and nearly foaming at the mouth. With a satisfying crunch, he pulverized her eyeballs and gouged them out of her skull. Fountains of blood shot in all directions and her screaming reached new levels of volume. Deciding her agonizing screams were more annoying than exhilarating, Jason reached down and bit into the side of her neck as hard as he could, tearing through muscles and veins with his teeth.

Pulling away, he ripped her jugular vein and a mouthful of flesh out of her neck, and immediately the girl began to bleed out onto the bed. Jason took a few moments to chew on her flesh and savor the taste of the meat and blood, then swallowed and dove back in. This time, he clamped his jaws down around her windpipe and tore it out, robbing her of the ability to breathe. Now suffocating and bleeding to death at the same time, the girl couldn’t stop Jason from assailing her face with his teeth.

KNOCK KNOCK

The hard tap on the bathroom door nearly threw Jason into a heart attack.

“Jason? Honey? Are you in there?” his mom asked.

“Yeah… sorry. I was watching a movie and lost track of time!”

Looking down he saw the screen of his laptop had gone dark. He pressed the power button but nothing happened. Were… were the batteries drained? That’s impossible, he had at least three hours of energy when he went to the bathroom! And why was his mom home, she didn’t get off work until… Jason threw himself at the bathroom window, feeling the blood drain from his face as the dropping sun met his view, saying its final goodbye before setting early on this fall evening.

‘How is that possible? How could SIX HOURS pass by without me even being aware of it?!’

Was it true, had he been sitting on the toilet for six hours, not even aware of the passage of time, completely hypnotized by some twisted fantasy that made him sick to his stomach with guilt and self-loathing?! Never in his life, in his wildest dreams or nightmares, had he even thought of doing something so horrible. Rape, murder, CANNIBALISM?!

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“So how’s Christi doing?” Colleen asked, speaking from across the dinner table. While her right hand was working a forkful of haddock, her left hand was under the table with her thumb tapping methodically on her phone.

“She’s ok, I guess. She and I had a fight and she’s been giving me the silent treatment.”

“Why is she mad? Did she find the playboys under your bed?” his sister teased.

“Colleeeeeeen…” their mom hummed warningly.

“Colleen, it’s 2016. The only people with playboys are those who don’t have access to the Internet or are holding onto them for the future collector value,” Jason shot back.

“Well I hope you two fix everything, I always liked that girl,” his father sighed.

“Dad, all this time you’ve said that she has the personality of plain Cheerios.”

“Well yeah, when you’re with her. When she’s gone, I see her as the possible mother of my grandchildren. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.”

“Please tell me you don’t see me that way,” said Colleen.

“Of course not, if you get pregnant now, I’ll kill you, but once you’re done with college, I want more grandkids than I can count. I want you to start firing them like machine gun.”

“DAD!” Colleen screeched in embarrassment.

Before the conversation could continue, Jason’s mom cleared her throat loudly. “That’s ENOUGH. Let’s talk about something else. Oh, that reminds me, I saw…”

The conversation became muted, at least to Jason. He sat in his chair, chewing slowly with his face focused on his plate. Around him, his parents and sister’s mouths were moving but no words were being spoken. Everything was mute to him, even the food being mashed between his teeth. For some reason he felt very calm, as if he were a car running on cruise control. His body was moving automatically and there were no thoughts in his mind. In the lowest possible level of his hearing, so quiet that he wasn’t sure it was there or not, he heard something. He could hear a whisper, or even several whispers overlapping each other. He had no idea what they were saying, but as the seconds became minutes, they grew in volume until they filled the void left behind by the silence. Very soon, the whispers dominated his mind, as if he were wearing headphones plugged into a radio set to a static channel.

As this was going on, his hand was in his pocket, gripping the nail he had taken from Tim Jones’ house.

Jason was again on his knees, kneeling in a sea of darkness with a deafening choir of whispers forcing him to cover his ears in utter futility. Was this same dream going to happen every night? Was he going to be suffering nightmares for the rest of his life? This time, however, the whispers were clearer. Most of the whispers were just a general mash of commands for him to commit horrible crimes, but several seemed to actually be giving him directions.

“Capture a sacrifice.”

“Destroy the humanity.”

“Teach them despair.”

“Inscribe the horror!”

“Pierce their soul!”

“SPREAD THE CHAOS!”

“SHUT UP!” Jason screamed as the whispers suddenly jumped to an eardrum-rupturing howl.

The instructions were repeated over and over again, with the volume increasing with each sentence in the cycle before dropping back down to a whisper.

“Achieve death.”

“Achieve death!”

“ACHIEVE DEATH!”

“Please, just leave me alone!” Jason cried out in the darkness.

Just like in the previous dream, the voices were brushed aside by a new sound, the sound of a cataclysmic crash similar to the snapping of billions of bones. A bright red light flared in the black sky above, hovering as a beacon of both hope and despair. Without a cloud in sight, blood fell from the sky like rain, drenching Jason and the surrounding landscape in gore. He sat there, knowing that there was no place to hide and that there was nothing he could do but try and keep it out of his mouth and eyes. However, the intensity of the downpour only increased in power with the passage of time, quickly becoming a thundering deluge that hammered Jason into submission.

Within minutes, the blood had completely blinded Jason and was running down his throat, no matter how tightly he kept his mouth shut. The salty iron taste excited him for some reason that he did not understand, just like when he suddenly went berserk in his fantasy and started beating the girl from the porn video. The blood made him both happy and enraged. It made him want to rape, torture, and murder. It made him want to light the entire world on fire and slaughter every living thing in his path.

Without warning, something in the blood changed. Instead of exciting him, it filled him with absolute terror. He felt like something was standing over him, something abominable and unparalleled in its wrath, like it was staring straight at him and planning its first strike. Kneeling on all fours with his head bowed, Jason shivered as wave after wave of blood broke against his back, waiting to feel some hand grab him or a blade tear through his flesh. He could feel it closing in, wrapping around him like a straightjacket and weighing down upon his soul like his own tombstone. This evil, what in the world was it?!

The whispers now returned, but instead of giving him orders, they were now mocking him and calling him helpless.

“You can’t fight.”

“You can’t defy.”

“You will obey.”

“You will suffer until the end of time.”

“Your flesh will be pealed from your bones.”

“Your blood will fill the air.”

“Your bones will be crushed into shards.”

“You will drown in the tears of your agony.”

“Darkness will enslave you!”

“Your soul will be devoured for eternity!”

“ACHIEVE DEATH!”

Jason bolted up in his bed, finally awake and free of the nightmare. It was the middle of the night, and just like the night before, he was drenched in a cold sweat and shaking like a heroin addict going through withdrawal. He reached up to wipe the sweat from his face and realized something was in his hand. It was the nail, and he was gripping it so tightly that the edges along the four sides had cut his palm. Putting it down on his bedside table, he rushed from his bedroom and into the bathroom. Momentarily blinded by the activation of the lights, he squinted his way past the shower and to the sink, where he turned on the faucet and held his bleeding hand under the water.

Slowly becoming accustomed to the light shining through his eyelids, he opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. The sight that greeted him was not pretty, and he found himself gasping in disbelief. Blood from his palm had completely plastered his body, as well as scratches and cuts across his torso from holding the nail. Beneath the dried gore, his face was deathly white while his eyes were horribly bloodshot. He looked back down at the sink and found himself staring at the nail standing straight up on its flat head on the counter, still wet with his blood.

No, that was impossible! He knew he had left it in the bedroom!

Jason staggered back in fear, realizing the truth now. These nightmares, these hallucinations… they were all brought on by the nail. That… thing, whatever it was, had to be cursed or something!

Grabbing the nail, he forced open the bathroom window and pulled his arm back, about to chuck the metal spike out into the night, but with the frigid air now nipping his skin, Jason couldn’t move. He was as still as a statue, trying to work up the nerve and the courage to throw the nail and be rid of it. Yet no matter how strong his will, his body would not obey his commands. In fact, with his own body resisting him, fear was building in his heart. This fear was familiar to everyone, the fear of being about to commit a death-defying stunt. This was the fear that held you in place instead of jumping off a cliff or into a lake, the fear that kept you from letting go of the swing as a child and seeing how far you could go, the fear that made you pull your hand away at the sight of a spider or snake. This fear should not have been ignited at this time; it should have been the driving force in making him dispose of the nail. It was as if his fear was being turned against him, harnessed as a weapon to weaken his resolve.

‘All right, I won’t get rid of it.’

His muscles immediately relaxed and he walked over the window to close it. However, just as his free hand was going to lower the glass pane, he forced his right hand out into the cold with the nail in his grip. Sweat poured from his face as he tried to get his fingers to unravel, but it was as if his hand had turned to stone. This nail was controlling him! It wouldn’t allow him to let go of it!

“What the fuck is going on?!”

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, his mind was buzzing nonstop about the nail. He should have never taken it from his neighbor’s house. Was this thing the reason why Tim Jones had gone crazy and killed someone in his kitchen? Were Jason’s dreams really tied to this piece of metal? At last he managed to get a couple hours of fitful sleep, and when he woke up, he was convinced that the whole thing was just in his mind. Of course the nail wasn’t cursed. He was just imagining it. The stress of the semester mixed with his shaky relationship with Christi and the horrible things he had seen in his neighbor’s home were just getting to him and making him irrational. Once he figured everything out with his girlfriend and got his shit together at school, everything would sort itself out.

For a reason he did not understand, he decided to take the nail with him. Of course weapons of all kinds were forbidden from the premises of SMCC so if anyone saw the nail they might think it was dangerous. He would just have to keep it hidden and hope that anyone who did somehow see it would not care or believe him when he said it was just a good luck charm.

Jason sat out in front of Christi’s home, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. If he didn’t leave soon, he would be late for class, but he couldn’t let this go. Christi hadn’t returned any of his calls or texts and her car was still in her parent’s driveway. Unless she had gotten a ride with her dad, she was here, and he would wait for her until she finally came out to ride with him to the university or tell him that it was over and she wanted him off her property.

At last, with clock approaching the minimum time either party would have to get to their classes, Christi’s front door opened up and she stepped outside. Jason stood up out of his car and watched as she approached him with a stoic look on her face.

“So are we going?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.

“I am, but not with you.”

“Come on, Christi. Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“Overreacting?! There was one thing I told you not to do and you did it, you did it without even asking me and after I had just warned you! And to think you actually had the nerve to pull that stunt when I was being so generous!”

She was choosing her words carefully, since her family was still inside going through their own routines.

“Look, I’m sorry, ok? I lost control and did something I shouldn’t have. If I could take it back, I would, but there is no excuse. But don’t let one incident end our relationship. Never have I lied to you, cheated on you, or mistreated you. Are you really going to break up with me over a single bad move?”

“It wasn’t just a bad move. I’ve been a very easy-going girlfriend and never complained, but you broke my only rule.”

“And I’ll never do it again! I know I crossed a line, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life as far from that line as possible! Please, give me one more chance!”

Christi bit her lip. “Fine, come on over tonight, I’ll call and tell you when. But I’m driving to school on my own.”

While fixing his relationship with Christi had certainly raised his spirits, Jason was still unable to stay awake in his first class of the morning. After the rough night he had gone through, a lecture about reincarnation wasn’t exactly firing him up. His notebook before him, Jason struggled not to fall asleep, but he could barely focus, let alone keep his eyes open. He would have given a kidney to just stop time for a couple hours, lay his head down on his desk, and take a much-needed rest.

To the ticking of the clock in the background, Professor Nelson’s lecture melted into a meaningless droning river. Jason’s eyelids were so heavy, he felt like his entire forehead was sliding down his face and enveloping his eyes, like a sheet of snow devouring everything in an avalanche. His body felt warm, warmer than it had been a few seconds ago. His brain was beginning to ignore physical sensations and his muscles were slackening, causing his head to hang with his chin against his chest. All movement ceased, his eyes closed, and all outer stimuli were rejected.

SCREECH!

The sound of chairs moving across the classroom floor shook Jason awake and nearly made him jump. Professor Nelson was hollering about the assignment due next Monday, but all of the students were already busy retrieving their things and walking out the door. Great, another class wasted. With how little learning Jason was able to do, he would be lucky if he didn’t fail this class. Looking down to put away his things, his blood gained an icy chill.

ACHIEVE DEATH

These words had been scribbled onto his notebook over and over again, plastering the opened page with machine-like similarity. Once every line of the page had been used, the words appeared in a much larger font, scrawled diagonally across the paper. Had he really done this? Had he been writing in his sleep, replying the words he was hearing in his dreams?! How was this possible?!

Getting to his feet, Jason hurriedly began stuffing his things into his backpack, only for Professor Nelson stop him. The only two people in the room, the professor approached Jason as the frightened youth crammed his notebook into his backpack.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stevens?” the teacher inquired.

“Huh? What? Oh… yeah. I’m ok. I’m just really tired,” Jason said nervously.

“I heard on the news what you found in your neighbor’s house, it’s a real shame that you had to see something so horrible. I heard that the police still haven’t found Mr. Jones or figured out the identity of his victim. Oh well, at least you didn’t have to see the murder itself or the body, right?”

“Uh… yeah… I’m glad I didn’t have to.”

“Though from what I heard about the scene, I don’t know if the presence of a body would even be any more terrifying. I can’t imagine what I would do if I walked in on something like that, though I hope I would be able to make the right decision… whatever that would be. Would you say you acted wisely?” Nelson continued, walking aimlessly through the rows of half-desks with his back to Jason.

Jason stared at him, feeling more and more anxious. What was he getting at? “Yeah, I would say so. Though I wish I hadn’t thrown up on the floor. I know I didn’t make any mistakes or do anything stupid.”

The professor then turned to him with a very grim look on his face and in his eyes. “Then you knew not to take anything from the scene, right? You knew not to touch anything or steal anything that could be evidence?”

The question pierced Jason’s heart like an icicle, chilling his blood and filling him with fear only equaled by that time he spent in his neighbor’s house, looking for the source of the smell of blood. Was it possible? Did Nelson know about the nail?! Was he somehow involved in the murder?! Jason shook his head from side to side, momentarily unable to speak from how tight his throat now was.

“No, I didn’t take anything.”

Professor Nelson’s demeanor did not change, but he did turn away from Jason. “Very well, good to know. Glad you didn’t make a bad mistake. I suggest you get moving before you’re late for your next class.”

Once Jason left and the professor became the only person in the room, he drew his cellphone and selected a number on speed-dial. “It’s Nelson, I think I found the nail. Let’s hope we’re not too late.”

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It was the spring of ‘99 and I was a senior in high school, just turned eight-teen. I was on the Volleyball team, physically fit and ready to take on the world.

We had just won our first game and after a pep talk from Coach Azzerelli, he sent us off to the showers. I had often found myself getting aroused when in the showers after practice while I watched the others showering. I would stare at them as I had my head under the stream of water, so it wasn’t obvious. OR so I thought. One of the chics on my team was rather hot, but never seemed to have a boy friend. There was a rumor going around that she was into girls and didn’t want anything to do with guys. I was at that awkward stage where I didn’t know what I liked.

I admit. I’ve had sex with a guy. Did I like it? Not really. I loved it when he fondled me, but when it came to actually cumming, it never happened. I just chalked it up to the fact that none of my friends who had sex with their boyfriends had come either. High School is frustrating enough, now this? So, here I am, looking at the chics on my team and wondering if I’m twisted for getting wet over their bodies.

That’s when Claire approached me. We were almost alone in the locker room. I had taken my sweet time again and she noticed. She waited for the last of the girls to leave the showers and looked right at me. “I noticed you checking me out, Sammy.” Oh my god, someone knew. I just about tripped over myself trying to come up with an excuse or something. She laughed, and raised her hand up to my shoulder. She saw the desperation in my face. “Calm down hon. I ain’t gonna say anything. I know you’ve heard the rumors about me.” I simply nodded. “They’re true, Sammy. I’m a lesbian.” Lesbian rolled off her tongue smoothly, and made me feel somewhat better. She took my hand in hers and brought her naked wet body closer to mine.

I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I wasn’t going to fight it. She pressed her lips against mine softy. Both of us were nervous and shaking slightly. The first kiss was awkward to say the least. She leaned back and told me to relax as her eyes smiled into mine. I looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as mine. I felt the twinge of excitement flutter through me again as she kissed me. Her lips were soft. I closed my eyes and she let her tongue slip from between her lips and into my mouth. She probed gently around my mouth and coaxed my nervousness out of me. Before I knew it our tongues were dancing and our bodies were pressed completely together.

She led me to the side of the showers where there were some benches behind cheap dark blue shower curtains, for the girls who were shy. She urged me to sit down on the bench. As I moved down she moved with me. She knelt in front of me as I sat on the bench. She reached up and turned on the shower, the warm water cascading down my body and splashing onto her chest.

I simply watched as she spread my legs apart and she scooted closer to me. I could feel her nipples rubbing against my inner thighs. God I was horny! She kissed her way down my neck and paused to suck on my breasts. Her mouth felt so good around my nipples. I moaned. “Shhhhh!” She giggled and returned her attention to my body. My heart was racing as she slowly moved closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation.

Finally she slipped her tongue in between my lips, lightly grazing my clit. I gasped. The waves of pleasure she sent through my body with that one move nearly made me cum right then. I had been waiting for this my whole teenage years! With her right hand she spread my lips and hair. She looked up at me and smiled as she lowered her face back to my pussy. As her tongue met my clit full bore I leaned back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe how good that felt. She flicked her tongue around my clit like a snake, and in and out of my tight hole.

I couldn’t hold on much longer. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face deeper into my aching pussy. I was so close. And then she moaned. The explosion rocked my body. My entire body tensed up, my thighs squeezed tightly around her head as her tongue continued to fuck me. The moan that escaped my body filled the entire locker room and probably was heard in the gym. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as my back arched. My breathing came in gasps. Her tongue was relentless and didn’t stop. She kept me cumming, my body writhing in pleasure, her hands on my hips holding me firmly in place.

Once my body went limp she let my climax subside. She smiled up at me as she kissed her way back up my body, making sure to nibble and suck my breasts again. My body shuddered as I felt her tongue roll each nipple around in her mouth. It was one thing to bring your self to climax; it’s a completely different thing to have someone else do it. I was totally breathless as she brought her mouth to mine. I could smell myself on her, as she got closer. When she slipped her tongue in my mouth I tasted myself for the first time. I was sweet and light. I loved it. She deepened the kiss and I moved to kiss down her neck.

“What’s going on in here!?!” hollered our coach. “Let’s finish this another time Sammy, before coach blows his top.” We hurried to get dressed and made up some excuse about feminine problems. He pretty much left us alone.

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Ann Carroll strode forcefully towards her car that was situated at the far end of the fenced in teacher’s parking facility. She tossed her brief case onto the passenger seat and after adjusting her seat belt wheeled the big Olds towards the street. She stopped at the cross walk to allow several pedestrians pass by, and just at the last moment she recognized one of her students literally sobbing as she made her way down the side walk. “What the heck…….,” Ann muttered while rolling down the driver’s side window. “Cheryl, come here, I want to speak with you!” Cheryl Bond slowly turned her head to see who was calling her name. When she realized that it was Miss Carroll she quickly wiped away her tears and with her head bowed walked slowly over to see what her Civics teacher wanted. “What’s wrong, child?” Ann asked gently. “It can’t be all that bad!” Cheryl fought back her tears and with a quivering voice replied, “I-it’s nothing, Miss Carroll, it’s really nothing at all.” Ann was about to let it go at that when all at once another spate of tears gushed down the poor girl’s cheeks! With concern in her voice the fortyish teach ordered, “Get in the car and I’ll drive you home!” Miss Carroll tossed her brief case into the back seat and seconds later it was replaced by the cute little brunette. For the next minute or so they drove along in silence until Ann asked gently, “Now, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” “You might as well come clean because you’re not getting out of the car until you do!” Cheryl was totally mortified! The last thing she wanted to do was spill her guts to a teacher! She squirmed uncomfortably trying to organize her thoughts until she finally began, “Well, uh, you see it’s like this……” “Don’t hem and haw!” Ann snapped. “Say what you have to say, it can’t be that bad!” With her head bowed Cheryl offered softly, “I-it’s my chest, the other girls tease me about how I look like cow!” After taking a moment to let what the eighteen year old had just said Ann asked, “And that’s it, you’re crying because the other girls tease you about the size of your breasts?” “Come now, child, you have to be tougher than that!” “T-that’s not all, Miss Carroll,” Cheryl sniffled, “t-they call me monkey girl because, you know…….” “I’m afraid I don’t know,” Ann replied, “please, be more specific.” Ann looked over at the red faced girl as she replied, “I-it’s because of my pubic hair, it just grows everywhere!”

Ann drove along slightly dumbfounded at the young woman’s confession! She thought about it several minutes before replying evenly, “Well we’ll just see about that, I’m taking you to my place to get this straightened out!!!” A shot of dread shot through her like a rifle bullet and she blurted in a pleading voice, “Please, Miss Carroll, let me take care of this myself, I really don’t need your help!” Ann Carroll wasn’t too familiar with most of her students, but she remembered vaguely that last year Cheryl’s mother had passed away quite suddenly leaving just she had her father. With no female at home to explain the ways of the world, it was a wonder something like this hadn’t occurred sooner! Ann ignored the young woman’s protestations and headed straight for her apartment. She parked the car in front of her building and demanded, “Okay, here we are, grab my brief case and bring it along, and make it snappy!!!”

The two of them rode up the elevator in silence while Cheryl shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot. A few moments later they were standing in the middle of Ann Carroll’s living room, and after taking off her coat and putting it in the closet the teacher said, “Okay, dear, let’s so what we can do to help you!” Ann came over to the frightened girl and after looking her over carefully ordered softly, “Take off your skirt and blouse!” “O-oh no, I just couldn’t,” a stunned Cheryl replied. A hardness quickly swept over Ann’s face, and with no pity what so ever she demanded, “I’m not going to tell you again, now do it!!!” After gulping audibly Cheryl slowly began undoing the buttons on her blouse. Ann Carroll tapped hr foot impatiently and said evenly, “Hurry it up, we don’t have all day, I have a ton of papers to grade tonight!” With her face red from embarrassment Cheryl shrugged her shoulders allowing her blouse to slip from her shoulders! Ann was completely unprepared for what came into view! It was obvious from her outward appearance that she was large busted, but underneath the loose fitting blouse was a simply massive chest that over filled the poor fitting bra! “S-see what I mean?” she said in barely a whisper. “I am a cow!”

Ann’s heart was literally breaking for the poor little soul, and impulsively she grabbed the blubbering teenager and gave her a big hug! “You are not a cow,” Ann replied sternly. “Now off with your skirt!” Seconds later Cheryl’s plaid skirt was in pile around her ankles, leaving her standing their in her bra and men’s boxer shorts!” At that moment Ann was truly puzzled! Why on earth would a cute girl like Cheryl wear such unbecoming underwear? While Cheryl simply stared at the floor in shame, Ann carefully unhooked her bra and let the young woman’s huge breasts swing free! They were absolutely incredible!!! Like two big balloons on her thin chest, defying gravity as it they were filled with helium! The dark pink nipples instantly erected themselves as the cool air caressed the massive globes of tit flesh! Now it was Ann’s turn to lose her breath! With her hands wavering slightly, she reached out and gingerly tugged the pale blue boxer shorts down over Cheryl’s lean hips! With her eyes almost popping out of her head, Ann Carroll looked on in total awe at Cheryl’s amazing crotch! The thickest, most luxurious patch of pubic hair stood out in stark contrast to the young girl’s pale white skin! The vee was wide, almost from hip bone to hip bone! And if Cheryl had bent over, Ann would have seen it meander all the way to her cute little asshole! Now in utter shame the young woman sobbed, “See, a cow and a monkey!!!”

Ann instinctively took Cheryl into her arms to hold her tight! She hadn’t even planned on it, but just as naturally as you could be the two women opened their mouths and kissed deeply, allowing their tongues to intertwine! It had been a long time since Ann had had any sexual contact with another person, and as a result her pussy drenched itself almost immediately in anticipation of a much needed orgasm! For Cheryl this was a first as well! Being nearly ostracized by her classmates, her only sexual release was from her own girlish attempts at masturbation! The sensation of having her naked chest pressed against another human being was to say the least incredibly arousing! Ann let her hands roam up and down Cheryl’s petite backside, but when she couldn’t stand it another second she pushed away from the surprised student and quickly stripped in front of her! While her chest wasn’t in Cheryl’s class, it had large rubbery nipples and sagged slightly as time and gravity had taken their toll. It was her pussy, however, that captured Cheryl’s attention, because as hard as it was to believe, it was just as furry as her own!!!

Ann Carroll stared at the young beauty and whispered, “Just do what I do, okay?” Cheryl nodded her assent and gently cupped her breasts, copying just what her teacher was doing! Both women hefted their heavy chests in their hands, taking time to tweak and twist their swollen nipples! Ann stepped closer to the young girl, and with a soft smile on her face allowed their nipples to barely touch, bringing deep sighs from both of them! “T-that feels wonderful!” Cheryl gasped as her hard nipples flicked back and forth over Ann’s hard nubs. For the next several minute the two of them whipped themselves into an absolute frenzy until Ann let her boobs fall from her hands as she dropped to her knees and while taking one of Cheryl’s big nipples into her warm mouth! “Ohhhh, god!” the young woman gasped. “S-so that’s what it feels like!” “Mmmmmm,” Ann hummed, “you taste so sweeeeeeet!” Cheryl grabbed her teacher by the back of the head and pulled her hard to her breasts, gasping again when the older woman switched nipples! For the next five minutes the Ann feasted on the young woman’s tits, when out of the blue she let her hand slide up between Cheryl’s legs whereupon she slid a finger into her now boiling pussy!!!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy!” Cheryl groaned. “Oh yes, do it right there!!!” Ann skillfully let her fingers caress the young woman’s vagina until it came to rest on her hard little clitoris! “You like that?” Ann asked in a husky voice. “I-I think I’m gonna have and orgasm!” Cheryl gasped as her legs wobbled unsteadily. “An orgasm?” Ann giggled softly. “We say cum, I’m gonna have a nice hard cum!” “O-okay, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum like a rocket!” Cheryl managed to reply. Ann let her mouth find the one of the hard nipples, and as she nipped at it roughly, the poor girl’s pussy wrenched hard, as a climax of stunning proportions knocked all the wind right out her sails, leaving her a disheveled mess as she slowly slipped to the floor in a heap! Now laying on her back, a small smile spread over Cheryl’s face as she gently caressed her huge tits in her arms. She was so out of it she never even noticed when Ann Carroll positioned herself over the prostrate woman while letting her hairy muffy slowly lower itself towards her unsuspecting mouth!

It was the incredible aroma that hit her first, then a moment later followed the soft fur, only to then have her mouth covered by Ann’s bulging vulva! “Oh yeah!” Ann grunted while squatting down hard on the poor girl’s open mouth. “Mama took care of you, now you take care of mama!!!” For a brief moment Cheryl panicked at the thought of suffocating to death, but after few seconds she realized her nose was clear and she took to the task of sucking Ann Carroll’s over developed clitoris! Even though it was just her first time, she had a real affinity for cunt lapping, and in must a matter of a few minutes brought the old bitch to a stunning orgasm! Or as she had just learned a stunning cum!!! As the last vestiges of her climax ebbed out of her still shaking body Ann rolled onto the floor along side her prize pupil and whispered, “And neither a cow or a monkey could do that!” Cheryl leaned over and gave Ann a gentle kiss on the nipple and replied, “And she thanks you from the bottom of her heart!!!”

THE END

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Death and destruction and untold riches.

Paradise Valley 4, Roundup

Rusty and Tall Elk galloped into the mouth of the blind canyon, whooping and twirling their ropes. They hazed 12 cattle into the canyon and drove them toward the brush corral. Silver Quail appeared out of nowhere with a rifle and sprinted to the mouth of the corral. She dropped the logs and stepped back as the cattle stampeded inside. Tall Elk slid from the saddle of his blaze faced chestnut and helped her return the three logs to their place.

“A good day’s work,” Tall Elk smiled, wiping the sweat from his face. One bull began bucking like a stallion. It shook it’s head and looked at the humans, before following the scent of water to the small stream. Cattle of all sizes and descriptions milled around in the small, desolate valley. The walls of the valley were actually climbable for a determined cow or horse, but cattle were naturally lazy and would remain in the bowl of the valley unless terrified into stampeding.

“Are they branded?” Silver Quail asked, looking at the new cattle while resting her chin on the top bar of the railing.

“Every last one of them,” Rusty called, sliding from his dark bay horse. “That makes 127 of them by my count.”

“When did you learn to count?” Tall Elk scoffed.

“The day I drew my first paycheck. Which you’ve never done, by the way.”

“Aw, white man’s money, who needs it?” Tall Elk scoffed again.

“In your case that’s true,” Rusty laughed, “but I could use a little. I’ve been broke for the better part of a year.”

“Let’s fill out the herd to a full 150, then drive them home,” Tall Elk turned and put his back against the railing. “Maybe we can turn the extra fifty head into working money and get you paid.”

“There you go,” Rusty pointed at Tall Elk’s chest with a smile.

“We might have trouble,” Silver Quail turned serious. “I was watching from the tower up above and I smelled dust. Your dust came from the south. This dust drifted on an easterly wind,” she pointed behind them. “I watched your dust all the way here. If I saw it, they saw it.”

Tall Elk looked up at the ship-like pile of stones on the hill. “How many?” Tall Elk hid his concern.

“More than five and less than fifteen. If they are dragging pack horses, I would estimate four men.”

“You smelled that on the wind?” Rusty jeered.

“Of course. Can’t you?” Tall Elk squinted at Rusty.

“Oh, come on,” Rusty shook his head, then looked uncertainly from one to the other. Tall Elk knelt in front of them.

“An animal places it’s foot on the ground, and then lifts it,” Tall Elk pressed his hand to the ground and lifted it, leaving an impression in the sand. “An animal never raises dust unless it is being pushed, or was frightened into running. A white man’s horse wears metal shoes and carries a heavy weight upon it’s back; a saddle, man, bedroll, canteen, firearms, and camping equipment, nearly doubling the weight of the horse. It leaves a deeper impression and throws up dirt with the metal shoe,” he tossed dirt aside with his fingers, causing dust to drift in the wind. “That horse will raise more dust going uphill or down, and the least amount on flat ground. By sampling the air for several minutes you can get an estimate of how many horses are in that herd, and how many riders. Most riders need food when they are so far from civilization, so they drag a pack horse along behind them.”

“And you can tell how many men by the smell?” Rusty raised an eyebrow.

“You can if your life depends upon it. Our lives have depended on such information since the day we were born.”

“So what do we do?” Rusty asked, his eyes going to the hills around them.

“We practice with our guns while Silver Quail watches, then we eat and sleep as usual.”

“Should we stand watches tonight?”

“No, we are wary. Indians can watch in their sleep.”

Silver Quail had made a light stew for dinner. She combined cactus fruit, amaranth, pig weed, chives, and two unlucky rattlesnakes, cooking it low and slow until it was absolutely delicious. After eating, Tall Elk and Rusty did their daily pistol practice. Rusty had gotten so adept at drawing and dry firing his pistol that he was almost as fast, and as accurate as Tall Elk. The idea of the fast draw was unheard of at the time, and very different from what they were doing. A fast draw could be completed in one hundredth of a second. They pulled their pistols in about half a second. The true fast draw would not be perfected for nearly fifty years. But getting a gun out fast was just plain common sense and had been around since the day men first made guns.

Normally the two men fired off a few shots to check their accuracy. But with white men around, that was impossible. Tall Elk gave Rusty lessons in knife throwing instead. Rusty was becoming very good at that as well. Truth be told, Rusty was turning into a very good, untried warrior.

Under Rusty’s tutelage, Tall Elk was becoming a top hand. He could rope and brand with the best of them, and grew aware of the habits and thoughts of cattle. It was important to know what cattle where thinking. Generally cattle were smart, not the dumb critters people believed them to be. But cattle had their ways and Tall Elk learned them as fast as everything else he had learned. It was just one more step in his animal lore.

“I think we could draw faster if we filed off the front sights,” Rusty said as he rolled into his blankets and watched Tall Elk and Silver Quail get ready for bed. He propped his face on one hand, resting on his elbow. “The guns hang up sometimes.”

“Only if you shove the gun down hard in the holster. The sights hold the gun in the place when the going gets rough. Filing off the sight would be great if you live in town, but out here we need to make sure the gun stays in the holster,” Tall Elk said as he settled down.

“The strap could do that.”

“A strapped gun is useless to us. It might as well be in a saddle bag.”

“Yeah,” Rusty agreed. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the stars. “One more day,” he sighed. “I miss the ranch.”

“I’m sure she misses you too,” Silver Quail said with a smile. Rusty chuckled. They both knew whom he meant.

The object of his affections was sitting across the table from Nancy, back on the ranch. They sipped coffee beside the dying fire of the cook stove. The tiny flames shimmered from the open stove door and flicked on the walls. White Fawn set her cup on the checkered table cloth and ran her hands across its glossy surface. A whippoorwill cried from the cove of trees, down by the river. A blackbird made it halfhearted warbling cry to the setting sun in the west. The smell of dust was strong in the air, as a stallion pursued a mare in the nearby corral.

“You have such wonderful stuff,” White Fawn sighed.

“Me, I’m poor. I have almost nothing.”

“And Indian would never say that. Imagine if you had to pack all your stuff out on two horses. Imagine what you would have to leave behind.”

“I couldn’t begin to pack everything out on two horses or two wagons,” Nancy laughed.

“Because you are rich,” White Fawn nodded.

“I guess I am, if you look at it that way,” Nancy took another sip. “But I have the troubles which go with it.”

“You had no troubles today. There were none yesterday. Don’t let a little trouble last week, ruin all the days which follow. Indians live a life while constantly at war. Each day is special to us. You have everything you need in life to make a person happy, all around you here,” White Fawn motioned at the house.

“Not quite everything,” Nancy said bitterly.

“What are you missing?”

“Love. A man. A really good friend,” she said, staring at the fire.

“Oh, you have all of those,” White Fawn scoffed.

“It doesn’t appear like it, when I have to go to bed alone at night.”

“You do so by choice. Rusty has been here, unpaid for a year. You think he’s here for your cooking?”

“I have nothing to cook,” Nancy smiled, then drank again.

“Exactly. But still he stays, a grown man hanging onto your every word, obeying your every command. Isn’t that love and friendship?”

“I suppose,” she said thoughtfully.

“If you don’t like going to bed alone, do something about it. I’m willing to join you until Rusty returns.”

“I thought you and Rusty . . . ” she stopped in confusion. White Fawn shook her head with a twinkle in her eyes.

“You get milk from a cow, and a cow needs to be milked, but that doesn’t make you husband and wife,” White Fawn giggled.

Nancy snorted and placed a hand over White Fawn’s. White Fawn turned her hand up and held Nancy’s in an intimate fashion. “You are so much like your mother,” Nancy sighed.

“I know. If I survive, I might turn into a good wife some day,” White Fawn laughed.

“And a good friend,” Nancy squeezed White Fawn’s hand. Nancy locked the front door and set the rifle beside it. She turned and pulled White Fawn into her bedroom.

The fire died down and Rusty turned to face the opposite direction. They knew he was not sleeping. He was just being polite. Silver Quail pulled her dress off beneath the blankets. Tall Elk ran his hands over Silver Quail’s soft, slender body. He was always amazed by the difference between a woman’s skin and a man’s. Women were so soft and supple. As a hunter he knew it was because a female carried more fat than a male. As a lover, he was simply amazed and intrigued by the difference.

Silver Quail’s hands went to Tall Elk’s penis. She massaged it gently until it reached its full hardness. She straddled his body and eased herself down on his cock. She sighed as the full length slid up inside her body. She felt the tip of his cock touching her cervix deep inside her body, just behind her pubic hair. That was one reason she liked being on top. It gave her the maximum penetration possible. She rested there for a moment while her lubricants began flowing, then lifted her body gently until his cock nearly fell out. She stopped and settled again, until she rested against his abdomen. Tall Elk gritted his teeth with his eyes tightly closed. Silver Quail repeated this three more times, then gently increased the tempo. Her body undulated above him. He grabbed her small breasts and began tweaking the nipples. She closed her eyes and smiled in appreciation. Moving her hands to his shoulders, she began riding faster. Tall Elk’s hands slid down to her tiny ass and squeezed it. Of all her magnificent assets, Tall Elk believed her small shapely ass might be the best. It was hard to judge, because in most men’s eyes, Silver Quail would be considered the perfect woman. She certainly looked like one as she rode heavily on his impaling cock. Her face grew sweaty as she intensified her lovemaking. Rising and falling on her bent legs, his cock was flashing in and out of her wet pussy with blinding swiftness.

It wasn’t long before Tall Elk began feeling fire in the roots of his cock. His balls began churning. The slick hot pussy flesh clenching his penis was tight and wonderful. He never failed to appreciate Silver Quail’s talents. Even though her pussy had produced their wonderful daughter, it was still almost as tight as the first day they made love. He could tell, as her pussy began milking his stiffened flesh, that Silver Quail was having an orgasm. He simply relaxed and allowed his own body to explode. As Silver Quail stopped, his throbbing cock began filling her tiny pussy with hot cream. She felt the hot fluid squirting into her quivering pussy and bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. That squirting fluid was the final thrill for a woman. Hot and wet it filled her emptiness and left a warm spot which lasted for minutes. She pulled off his cock with a hiss, and fell to the blankets beside him.

Silver Quail nuzzled Tall Elk’s neck as they rested and their breathing returned to normal. They both grew aware of the sound of moving cloth, and the subtle grunts of their camping partner. Rusty was trying to masturbate in silence.

“He will attract ants,” Tall Elk chuckled.

“He doesn’t have a wife?” Silver Quail whispered. With a grunt of surprise, Tall Elk slid back and studied her face. He remained silent, deep in thought, until he finally nodded his acceptance.

“Very well, but only using that new trick you learned. I want nobody inside you but me.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” she smiled. Her naked body disappeared into the dankness.

“Huh? What? Oh my god,” Rusty’s surprised voice came from the darkness. Tall Elk smiled and rolled over to sleep.

Silver Quail began trekking up the hill with the rifle and a canteen. Tall Elk and Rusty saddled their horses and pulled the cinches tight. The air was cool and moist with a heavy dew. The sun would be up in 30 minutes. Their cooking fire left a tendril of smoke against the orange colored sky on the horizon. There was still a sprinkling of stars directly overhead.

“Hey, thanks for last night,” Rusty said over the saddle of his horse.

“For what?” Tall Elk was mystified.

“You know, sending your wife over,” Rusty said in embarrassment. “That was really nice of you. Not many men would do that.”

“Did you shit last night, Rusty?” Tall Elk asked with a smile.

“What?” Rusty was shocked and sickened by the question.

“Did you shit?”

“Yeah, of course I did.”

“Did you thank anybody for it?”

“Now what kind of a fool question is that?” Rusty was disgusted. He knew he was about to get another batch of Sioux wisdom, but Tall Elk simply pulled the cinch tight and mounded up. He laughed as he rode away and Rusty scrambled to catch up.

Nancy stretched and smiled, then opened her eyes and found White Fawn looking down at her from her place on the other pillow.

“Last night was wonderful,” Nancy said, kissing White Fawn impulsively. “You really are a lot like your mother.”

“Thanks,” White Fawn smiled and snuggling closer to Nancy’s warm, naked body.

“I love waking up to feel warm flesh pressed against my body. I think it’s the greatest thrill in life.”

“I agree,” White Fawn nodded. She traced an imaginary circle around Nancy’s right breast with her finger. Nancy shivered and grabbed her hand. They both lay in each other’s arms and relaxed, looking up at the ceiling.

The moist morning dew was coming in through the open bedroom window. A rooster crowed and a frightened chicken cackled. White Fawn listened to the hundreds of bird calls, trying to identify each one. Her features stiffened as all sounds near the house simply stopped. She rose and looked out the window, in time to see her view blocked by a large body in a white shirt and brown vest.

“What in the hell is going on here?” a male voice sneered. Nobody saw White Fawn’s hand blur over to the night stand and grab the dagger-like letter opener. Nancy only saw the back of White Fawn’s hand as it blurred forward and her letter opener magically appeared in the man’s throat. Nancy pointed and gasped, as the man struggled and fell. Boots crunched in the front room warning them, just moments before three men burst in through the bedroom door.

The two women had completely different reactions. Nancy screamed and tried to cover her nakedness with the blanket. White Fawn sprinted to the window and vaulted out, doing a complete flip and landing straddle of the dead man’s body. She yanked the pistol from the dead man’s belt, before sprinting around the corner and streaking for the barn. Only one man had a good view of White Fawn as she ran away, but he was too busy gawking at her unexpected nakedness to try for a shot.

“Where’d she go?” a heavyset man with a deformed face ran into the room, looking around.

“In the barn.”

“And you let her go?”

“Would you shoot that?” the other man asked sarcastically. The leader acted as if he would pistol whip the man, but found himself covered by the other man’s pistol. He shrugged and pushed his pistol into the holster.

“Get her,” the leader commanded.

“You get her,” the second man said. “I’m looking over that white woman.”

“You’ll take my orders or you won’t get paid,” the deformed leader scowled.

“I’ll get paid off your dead body,” the second man threatened.

“What kind of a man are you?” the leader whined.

“The kind who knows that a naked Indian girl just ran into the barn with a pistol. By now she’s probably not naked, and she sure as hell knows how to use that pistol. If you want to get shot, you go,” the man said, turning away.

“I might as well be alone,” the leader growled. The second man turned, again sickened by the man’s deformed face. He looked like he’d been kicked in the face by a mule. It was flat.

“If you weren’t such a coward, you would be alone,” the man said before disappearing into the bedroom.

Tall Elk found 20 more cattle in a compact herd. By gently pushing them into a wash, they soon had a rope corral up and a branding fire going. It took three hours to rope and throw the 20 cattle. With the XLP brands on their hips, the cattle were sore, thirsty, and willing to be driven anywhere for a drink.

Rusty and Tall Elk hazed the cattle into the canyon as usual, but this time Silver Quail did not appear to open the gate. The cattle milled around in a circle and had to be run back into the canyon a second time.

“Rusty,” Tall Elk said in a horse whisper. “Open the corral gate while I drive them inside. When I’m done I will stay on my horse and cover you, while you close the gate. Close it and get out of sight.”

“Oh don’t tell me,” Rusty growled.

“Yeah, we have company,” Tall Elk nodded.

“Son of a bitch. Just when things were going so well,” Rusty slid from his horse and hit the ground running. A man stood up from behind a rock with a drawn gun. He started to shout a threat, but he was already dead. He fell forward, dropping his pistol from lifeless fingers, while Tall Elk’s gun echoed off the canyon walls. The cattle surged inside the corral and Rusty threw up one pole, before diving behind the wall of brush.

Tall Elk backed his horse toward Rusty, while keeping his eyes on the rocks. He saw the glint of metal, just as a rifle roared behind him. A bearded man in a torn, floppy hat stood up and fell sideways.

“How many more, wife?” Tall Elk asked without looking around.

“The dust up by that square rock is a third man leaving. But I still believe there were four of them. Only three showed up.”

“They’re in the next canyon,” Tall Elk swung his horse around. He galloped from the canyon and turned east. His eyes found the horse tracks long before he entered the canyon. He surprised a man on a black horse, tied between three others. The man tried to pull his rifle from the boot, but Tall Elk’s gun had him covered. The man raised his hands and sat waiting atop his nervous horse.

“Where’s the other one?” Tall Elk asked.

“What other one?” the man sneered. Tall Elk simply sat with his drawn gun covering the dirty man. The man finally glanced toward a wash to Tall Elk’s left. By the sound, Tall Elk knew it was Rusty riding up behind him. He looked the man over and gestured with his gun.

“Drop the rifle and canteen,” Tall Elk commanded.

“Yeah, I’ll drop them, but this ain’t over,” the man growled.

“Why?” Tall Elk asked casually.

“Cause I’ll be back with help. I’ll track you down wherever you go.”

“I believe you,” Tall Elk said, thumbing back the hammer. The man’s eyes widened as Tall Elk’s gun blossomed fire.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Rusty gasped.

“Because I believed him,” Tall Elk said, riding into the wash.

Upon seeing a pair of boots, Tall Elk holstered his gun and slid from his horse. He found an Indian girl tied and gagged, wearing white men’s clothes. Her frightened eyes went from Tall Elk to Rusty, riding up behind him. Tall Elk pulled his knife and knelt, cutting the ropes from her hands and ankles.

“What tribe?” Tall Elk asked in Spanish.

“Ute,” the girl said, barely moving her lips. Tall Elk realized she had been bound for quite some time. He took water off one of the nearby pack horses and tossed it to the girl. His eyes and hands went over the pack horses in wonder. There was enough food to last for a month. He turned to Rusty with a smile. Rusty was glaring at him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Tall Elk asked.

“You killed him in cold blood.”

“You would let him go so he could return with more help and kill us in our sleep?”

“Well no, I’d . . . I wouldn’t shoot him,” Rusty said lamely.

“Then you’re an idiot. Grab two pack horses and let’s go home.”

“Me?” the girl asked.

“There are four horses, one is a black horse with a rifle on it,” he pointed toward the mouth of the wash. “Ride them where you will.”

“And if I follow?”

“You will work,” Tall Elk turned and rode out of the wash towing two pack horses.

“Is her tribe friendly to yours?” Rusty galloped to catch up.

“No, we are deadly enemies, mostly because they kill everyone they meet.”

“But you’re turning your back on her. She’s armed.”

“So is Silver Quail,” Tall Elk shrugged with a smile, glancing up toward the hill.

“Uh, uh, oh lord,” Nancy wailed as the man fucked her from behind. They were both on hands and knees in the middle of her bed. A second man entered the room and unbuttoned his pants. He took his penis out of his longjohns and offered it to Nancy. She took it in one hand and eagerly slid it into her mouth. She sucked and moaned as the slap of flesh against flesh intensified behind her. The flat faced man entered the room and growled in disgust. He returned to the kitchen and started the cook stove burning.

The man behind Nancy grew tired and rolled Nancy over on her side. He fell to the bed behind her and began fucking her in the new position. Nancy gasped in relief. She sucked the second man’s cock into her mouth and flailed her hand on it’s base. The man held the back of her head with his right hand and grimaced in pleasure. Nancy was the best looking woman he had ever seen, outside of books. She had a perfect figure and a good clean pussy, something rare in a western community where few people bathed. She was sexy and willing to be fucked. But even as she sucked his dick, his mind went over that tiny little tanned ass which ran for the barn. What a fuck that little girl would be.

“Oh hell,” Nancy moaned, putting one hand on her lover’s ass and pulling him into her willing pussy. The man groaned in astonished pleasure. This woman really wanted to be fucked. She appeared to be very hard up. What in the world was such a beautiful woman doing out on a ranch alone? She needed a man. She needed him.

He groaned as his cock began burning with a familiar liquid fire. He felt the muscles in his loins clenching. He slapped his pelvis against her luscious ass three more times, then stiffened with a whine. He shuddered. His throbbing cock emptied its contents into her inviting pussy. He felt the wall of her pussy milking his cock and he strained to provide more sperm, but he was spent. He fell panting, while he watched Jeremy getting his dick sucked.

“Fuck me,” Nancy begged around Jeremy’s cock. He nodded agreeably and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He pushed the other man aside and took his place. Her pussy was very hot and wet as he slid inside her. He shuddered and moaned, as the incredible heat enfolded his manhood. He began pumping his cock inside her, knowing she would have to cum fast, or he too would cum without her. Within five minutes he stiffened and whined. Nancy pushed back against his impaling cock and rotated her pussy until she too had an orgasm. They both lay panting on the bed and relaxed. The first man chuckled and ran his hands over Nancy’s luscious body.

“What a woman!” he crowed.

“You’re not just a kidding,” Jeremy drawled.

“You two get in here,” the leader yelled from the kitchen.

“Now what?” Jeremy asked. “I’d just as soon shoot that flat-faced bastard.”

“There’s time,” the second man said, buttoning his pants.

Nancy watched both men leave and looked at the open window. She knelt and grabbed her dress, then silently slid through the window. She ran on bare feet to the river, quickly washed, then turned left and sprinted along the muddy bank until she reached an area behind the barn. With the barn covering her advance, she crept forward and she listened at the barn, then opened the door. White Fawn smiled at her from the haymow. She had been looking at the house through the tiny haymow door with the pistol in her hand. She wore a cut burlap bag as a loincloth.

“It took you long enough.”

“I was having sex,” Nancy laughed, pulling on her dress.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting some disease? Oops,” White Fawn said, flipping up the gun and firing. The fire and smoke filled the doorway momentarily, then drifted away on the breeze.

“Not from them. I bet the two of them hasn’t had sex more than three times in their entire lives.”

“It’ll be even harder for one of them, he only has one arm now.”

“Ouch,” Nancy said as she straightened her dress. She froze as she saw the horses filling the bottom of her barn. Her hands went over the horses in wonder, then she found the full saddle bags and unused rifles.

“We have their horses and their food,” Nancy said with a smile.

“And they have an empty house with nothing to eat,” White Fawn giggled.

“Shall we deal?”

“Go ahead,” White Fawn nodded.

Nancy stepped to the door. “Hey assholes,” she yelled.

Willow Bud was no rancher, but she was an excellent horseman. It was no problem at all for the four of them to herd the cattle into the valley within a week. Tall Elk glanced at the stump where they had practiced roping. That seemed like a very long time ago. They saw the river first and the cattle broke and ran. They were thirsty. Willow Bud held the horses steady at the end of their ropes. They paused and watered the horses, then went on toward the ranch. The cattle would not move, now that they had found food and water.

A shot rang out and Tall Elk slapped his horse into a gallop. Rusty was right on his heels. They rode for the barn below and galloped around it. White Fawn and Nancy stood looking at them in surprise. Nancy had a pistol in her hands. White Fawn had been speaking over her shoulder, pointing at a fence post.

“Oh hi, daddy,” she called brightly.

“Practicing?” Tall Elk asked casually.

“Nancy is. We had some trouble last week and she wanted to know how to use a gun. Did you have fun?”

“We sure did,” Rusty said enthusiastically. “We got 147 cattle, eight horses and a woman. How about you?”

“We got along,” White Fawn shrugged.

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seen naked by a friend and some guys, who find her later

Amanda had just started her first job after school ended for summer break. Her dad mostly raised her and her younger brother, and he always tried to make sure they were in shape. That summer Amanda and her dad and brother made a plan, they would lift weights three days a week, follow a healthy diet, and walk anywhere in town instead of driving. So Amanda would walk to work on the other side of town around noon, and walk home when she got off at night. By following this plan all 3 got into good shape, but Amanda enjoyed it. She lost 40 pounds, and started getting really cut. Eventually, about halfway through the summer she decided she should run to work and home, to get a better workout. It was on one of these nights that it happened.

It had been a long day, I had woken up early to drop off my pesky brother at a friend’s house so he and his friend could go off canoeing that day, but I still met up with my dad at the YMCA for our workout. I hit all the weights hard, trying to catch up to my dad, and keep ahead of my brother. After 5 sets of everything we could think of, we switched to volleyball in the gym, and then jogged a mile on the indoor track before finally heading our separate ways for the day. I told dad I would get off work around one am, possibly later since someone had quit the night before, and we were short handed. I made my way to the showers and took a long shower, trying to let the drumming water massage the tension and soreness from my whole body. I lathered up my breasts and soaped my body, letting the relaxing scent sooth my hot skin. After rinsing off I realized I had forgotten my towel on the bench across the locker room. I peeked out around the curtain, and seeing no one I walked out to grab my towel. As soon as I was halfway across the room, of course, the door to the locker room swung open, I froze in plain sight, and not only in sight of the girl walking in, but a group of guys standing in the hallway could see me too. They started whistling and hooting and I dove for the towel, my face blazing red. What was worse was that I knew them, they were regular customers where I worked at the pizza place, and they always came in slightly drunk. Not only that, but the girl who walked in was my manager Charlie. Charlie didn’t help the situation by standing there holding the door open and staring at my naked hot body, glistening with moisture from the shower. Charlie was a lesbian, everyone at work knew it, and so I was caught in the nude by people I would have to face later on that evening.
Charlie recovered and yelled at the men in the hallway for being perverts and slammed the door in their face. She kept her back turned as I hurriedly grabbed my towel and threw on shorts and a tank top. I sprinted out as soon as I was dressed, I was so embarrassed. But I was also a little flustered. See, I had never had a boyfriend. Growing up I was always a tomboy, and I was already 16, but I had no interest in boys. Sometimes I secretly wondered if maybe I was a lesbian, and I wanted to ask Charlie as a friend, how she figured out she was a lesbian. As I walked through town I kept thinking, and I decided that I might ask her tonight, if she worked. But I kept thinking about it for the 2 hours it took me to walk there.
By the time I got to work I was feeling looser, and I was ready to start working. When I walked in the back door I almost walked into Charlie, who was stepping out for some fresh air. She said to me, “can I talk to you a second before you clock on?” so I just stepped back and let her close the door, and followed her behind the building.
“listen, Amanda, I just wanted to apologize for my reaction at the Y today. I didn’t mean to stand there gawking, and I definitely didn’t mean to hold the door open so those horny guys could see too. Please don’t be mad, and please don’t let this make anything awkward between us at work.”
All I could do was stand there a second, and try not to blush again, remembering how I had been caught fully exposed. “it’s no problem, I’m just really shy, and hearing them whistling at me just made me freeze like a deer in headlights.”
Charlie looked at me with a thoughtful expression, and just kind of blurted out “don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you so shy about your body?”
I just stood there, and told her, “well, except for my parents, nobody has seen me naked.”
She couldn’t believe this, “really? What about your boyfriend?”
“I’ve never had one. Guys just seem silly and immature to me.”
At this point she just looked thoughtful again and turned around and went back inside. I followed her and clocked on and started working. I kept replaying the scene in my head while I worked, how thoughtful she had seemed, it made me wonder what she thought about me.
Before I knew it, it was midnight and it was just me, Charlie, and another girl left at the store. We were all joking and singing along with the radio while we went through the cleaning list and got ready to close. About 10 minutes before the store closes a group of drunk guys came in, none other than the ones who had seen me earlier that day. When I went up to the register to take their order one of them recognized me, and before I knew it they were asking me my name, and phone number, and to come with them back to a party they were taking pizza to. I didn’t know what to do, but Charlie came up and told them not to solicit inside the store, but when they kept pestering me she said “back off guys, she’s not interested, besides she’s mine!” and Charlie slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a peck on the cheek. Well the guys just kind of went into shock, and paid and took their pizzas, and left.
Well, about 5 seconds after they went out the door Charlie walked to it and locked it, and turned off the outside sign and lights for closing, and then turned around, and burst out laughing. Tiffany, the other girl there, started laughing too, and pretty soon all 3 of us where laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. “thank you Charlie, I had no clue what to say to those guys.”
Well Charlie almost blushed, and said “no problem Amanda, as long as you didn’t mind me being that close to you.”
“of course not, we’re friends, and you were helping me out.”
At this point I went back to wiping off counters, and we kept joking about it, and we started talking about past boyfriends/girlfriends, and tiffany asked me “what about you Amanda? You haven’t said anything”.
“well, I haven’t had a boyfriend, or girlfriend.” I said.
And of course she had to ask, “so which do you like? Sexy handsome man, or a hot girl?”
Well, I stopped, and I thought a bit, and I replied “I don’t know.” After I said this I went back to wiping a table off, and Charlie walked up behind me, gently placed her hands on my hips, brought her mouth to my ear, and whispered in a husky voice “does this turn you on?” my brain froze, it seemed like I was not in control of my body, and I watched myself as I slowly turned my head, looked Charlie straight in the eyes, and kissed her. I had never experienced a real kiss, and Charlie did not pull away, far from it, she pulled me around behind a corner, and pushed me up against the wall and kissed me with a passion I did not know existed. All of a sudden I heard tiffany call out “where’d you guys go? I need help taking the trash out to the dumpster.”
Charlie jumped back, her face flushed, and turned around. She took a couple deep breaths and called back “just a sec, I’ll get it, I need some fresh air, I’m tired of smelling pepperoni pizza.” She walked over to the bags and grabbed 1 and started lugging it out the door. Something snapped and I came back to myself, I didn’t think about it, but I grabbed 2 bags, one in each hand and took off after her. I found her leaning on the dumpster with her head on her arms, I tossed my bags in on the other side and came around to her.
“I’m sorry Charlie, I didn’t think at all when you did that, I swear, it just …happened, please don’t be mad at me.”
And Charlie turned around and very quietly asked me “well?”
“well what?” I was slightly confused, and wondered what she was going to say.
“so did that turn you on, or not?” and after she said this she smiled and laughed.
I just stood there, relieved she wasn’t angry, and laughed with her. “I have to admit, I never thought I would say this, but yes.”
“can I say something Amanda? And please don’t take any offense.”
And she said this so earnestly that I couldn’t help but say “you can say anything and I wouldn’t be mad.”
And she looked at me, and took a step closer to me, she took my hand in hers and looked me straight in the eye “you shouldn’t be shy about your body, you are probably one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen. You are also one of the nicest, hardest working, honest people I know. I really like you. I have since about 2 weeks after you started working here. But you never acted like you liked me the same way, so I almost gave up.”
I just stood there speechless. This day had gone from good, to embarrassing, to awesome, to something more. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, I just knew I wanted to do whatever it was with Charlie. “Charlie, I had wanted to ask you for awhile, how do you know if you like someone in that certain way? Cause right now, I feel like I have a weird pressure on my chest, and when I think about what just happened I get all funny feeling, like light headed and happy. Is that what it is supposed to feel like?”
After I said that she leaned in and whispered “oh yes”, and kissed me, her arms slid around my hips and pulled me closer to her. I timidly placed my hands on her waist, and like this was a signal for ok, she started sliding her hands up my back, and one hand came to the front and cupped my breast. But when she started rubbing my tit I jumped at the feeling it caused.
“o, we probably shouldn’t be doing this at work huh?” Charlie said, and she turned and headed back inside.
“wait!” that’s not why I jumped, you just surprised me, I never felt like that before. Although yes, we probably shouldn’t do that at work.” And I caught up tp her and we walked back inside together.
Right before we opened the door she pulled close again and said “would you like to hang out sometime outside of work?”
“you mean like a date?” just thinking about this made this night a whole lot better.
“yeah, neither of us works tomorrow, so you just wanna meet here and find something to do from there?” and she kind of just stood there watching me carefully.
“Around 5 good? I asked.”
“It’s a date.” And we turned and went back inside.
After we finished closing paperwork and tiffany had left Charlie gave me one more kiss, and headed off. I felt so happy and relieved. I started walking back through town wondering what we might do tomorrow, and what I should wear, but I figured she likes the way I am normally, so just wear whatever. After reaching the top of a hill I decided to go ahead and jog for a bit, it was kind of late, and the bugs were gathering around the street lights and hitting me when I walked under them.
After a bit I came to the stop light so I stopped and waited for the lights to change and the few cars to either stop, or go through. A blue pickup pulled up at the red light with some guys standing in the back bed. Well, turns out they were the same guys from work. They started whistling at me and trying to get my name but when the light turned green the driver took off, and they disappeared around the corner. I decided to try and run the rest of the way home, it was only about another 2 miles, I was slightly creeped out. I decided I was going to time myself while I was at it. So I stretched for a second, started my watch, and took off. I set a good pace, and was pretty soon breath fairly hard, about two thirds of the way there I crossed another intersection by a old abandoned gas station. As I ran across the parking lot I heard glass breaking so I turned my head to see where it came from and stepped into a huge hole in the pavement. I fell, skinning my knee, elbow, and both palms. From sheer surprise at falling I shouted “fuck!” I rolled over and sat down for a second to check if anything was bleeding. I heard some laughter and it sounded like someone was having a small party behind the gas station in the back parking lot. While I was sitting down I retied one shoe, and while I was doing this I heard someone walking up behind me. I turned around and saw one of the guys from the truck.
“hey, ain’t you that chick from the pizza place?” he was kind of slurring his words, and I could tell he was drunk. “hey guys!” he hollered over his shoulder. “it’s the chick that got kissed by a chick at the pizza place!” I didn’t feel like hanging around for more drunk guys to show up, so I stood up and brushed off my shorts. However another 2 guys had already joined the first, one of them nudged the other in the ribs and said “hey, it’s the girl we saw stripped at the Y today! I swear it is!” “hey, you sure are a hot babe when you’re naked.” The other 2 guys started snickering at this, “you’re nuts, no way this is that girl.” The first guy got all defensive, and insisted “yeah it is, you can’t see it, just cause she’s wearin’ baggy shorts and some pizza shirt with her hair in a ponytail. Hey, take your hair out of the ponytail so they can see!” when I moved to turn around and walk away I felt an excruciating pain in my ankle and almost fell again. The first guy reached over and grabbed my arm to steady me. “you ok? Hey I’ll give you a ride home if you take your hair down so I can prove it to these guys?
Well, I knew I couldn’t run, I could hardly put weight on my ankle, and I was starting to get freaked out a bit. So I was gonna take his offer. I pulled my hair loose so he could see. One of the other two stopped laughing and said “ hey you’re right, that is her!” the other guy still wasn’t persuaded. “that still ain’t her, look at the body.” And the other guy said, “yeah it is, just imagine it without the baggy clothes”.
At this point I was getting embarrassed again, “I’d rather you didn’t imagine me without my clothes on.” And I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to back up.
But the other guy was behind me, and said something that froze my blood, “why imagine anything, just take um off now and see for real.”
I turned and stared limping away from them, hoping they would argue, pass out, anything that would let me get out of there. But one guy jumped after me and tackled me into the grass. “where are you going bitch? I want to know for sure if it was you or not!”
I choked out a reply from the ground “it was me!Yyou saw me when I was going for my towel after a shower at the Y and a girl opened the locker room door. Now please let me go, you’re hurting me.”
“well, if that’s true, we been wishing all day we had gotten a better look, weren’t we guys?” and he turned smirking to his buddies. “here, just come back with us, join the party, we’ll give you a ride after the party is over.” And he more or less picked me up and carried me back behind the gas station.
They had gathered sticks and stuff from the ditch and had a small bonfire going in the parking lot. Their truck was parked in such a way that it was out of view from the road, and blocked the fire light from being easily seen. The guys put me down so I could sit on a log they were using as a bench. There were 2 more guys sitting by the fire, but they were half asleep. But the other guy threw a couple rocks at them and said “hey wake up you 2, we want you to see this girl, we saw her naked at the Y today. She was smoking hot. Come on you light weights.” So the other 2 guys stirred and gathered around me. I had 5 guys looking at me, and I was seriously starting to wonder about what they might do. But I figured, hey, in this town, nothing bad really happens, I’m safe, they’ll probably be happy with seeing a rack, and leave me alone. So I just sat there and didn’t talk and listened to them telling stories and dirty jokes. 2 guys got up “we gotta take a piss”, and they walked off behind a bush further behind the building. I was relaxing a bit, they seemed ok, and I was about to bring up the possibility of them giving me a ride, or saying I had to go home, when I felt rough hands grab my mouth, and another pair of arms pin my arms down to mu side. The other 2 guys had planned something and snuck back behind me. I tried to scream, but one hand clamped on my mouth, and one on my neck. As my vision grayed out I quit trying to scream and he let go of my throat. I breathed in gulps of air and tried to think of everything they had taught us in class about self defense. I tensed my legs under me, prepared to spring up and head butt the guy in the jaw, but before I could one of the guys by the fire jumped over and grabbed my legs. I tried to kick, and writhed trying to break and limb loose, tried to hit, bite, scratch or scream, anything. But, the guy grabbed my throat again and snarled in my ear “just relax, we just wanna see that hot body again, promise, but if you keep trying to scream, I’ll have to choke you.” I didn’t want to pass out, cause then I wouldn’t be able to fight at all, so I just went limp. Lure them into a false sense of security, I figured.
One guy proceeded to strip off my shirt, but he was having a hard time balancing, and it took him a few minutes, then it took him a few more to fight with my bra. In the end he gave up trying to unhook it and just pulled it off roughly. I had been so distracted by the shirt, that they had been able to work off my shorts down to my ankles without my noticing. I started to struggle again and one punched me in the stomach. My air whooshed out and I doubled over, tears streaming down my face as I whimpered. As I lay there they roughly pulled my shorts off the rest of the way and yanked off the panties. They made me stand up then, close to the fire, so they could see better. “holy shit! It is her, never would have known with the clothes.” And to my horror a couple of them started rubbing the crotch of their pants. They looked at each other and I could sense they were trying to work each other up to doing something really bad.
“please don’t hurt me!’ I begged. “I just want to go home. I won’t tell anyone about this, just let me go, I’ll walk.”
But one guy just smiled, but that smile froze my blood as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a hard cock. I spun around to run but they grabbed me and threw me into the bed of the truck. One guys rummaged around the cabin and brought out a couple blankets and they laid them down and moved me onto them. By then all the guys had pulled out cocks of varying sizes. As scared as I was I was also amazed that there could be so many differences between them. But then one man grabbed my arms by the wrist and took a piece of rope and tied my hands together, anchoring them above my head.
I begged with them “please, don’t do this, I’ll do anything else, just please, not this, anything but this.”
“what’s wrong babe? Didn’t your boyfriend ever love you the rough way?” and all the guys laughed and snickered at this.
And I whimpered out my answer, “no, I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’m a virgin. Please, don’t take that away from me.”
One of the guys looked uncomfortable, and said “hey, I won’t do a virgin, I can’t take that from her.” But the other guy said “fine, after me she won’t be one, then you can go.”
“please….” Was all I could say as I watched him take off his pants and boxers.
He climbed into the bed of the truck and told me “if you can get me off with a blow job, then I won’t do it. So take it in your mouth, and if you bite, I’ll kill you.” So he stood over me and held his average 6 inch dick in front of my face. I had never done this, it seemed gross, but if it was a way out, I was gonna do it. So I took his hard cock in my mouth, but I didn’t know what to do. But he moaned out “yeah baby, suck my cock, lick it good, lick my balls!” so I did what he said, but when he said “harder baby, yea faster!” and started ramming his dick into my throat I started gagging, but he just put a hand behind my head and forced it in farther. It felt like he was trying to spilt open my throat, I couldn’t breathe around it, I started fighting it, trying to pull back, and he finally let go. But then he grinned and said “guess what? You didn’t do it, so I’m gonna have to drill that tight virgin pussy of yours.” He slid down and someone used my own shirt to gag me. I had to lay there and watch as he took a finger and started probing my pussy. He worked it around my clit, and despite myself I couldn’t help but start to get wet. “see, she likes it, look at her wet pussy, it’s just screaming to be fucked!” and without anything more he put his dick against my virgin cunt and started to slid it in. little by little, he just kept pushing, harder and harder. Then he felt it. He pulled out a bit and just slid in and out up to that point, and he asked me, “ready?” and I kept shaking my head no, and tears were running down my face, and he pulled out. I was amazed, he had stopped! The other guys asked him if he was gonna pussy out, but he just leaned forward like he was gonna get up, but then he slammed his whole dick inside me with no warning. I felt it in slow motion, it strained inside me, pushing harder and harder, and then it broke, and pain, like never before shot through me, and I screamed and sobbed into my shirt as he started to pound harder and harder, thrusting faster. But as he was about to come he ripped my shirt out of my mouth and shoved his cock into it again, and started pumping his cum into my throat. I tried to pull back but he put his hand behind my head again and just ground in harder, the only thing I could do was swallow every drop of him, and when he was done try, to breathe. He rolled over and climbed out of the truck and pulled his short back on. I just lay there hurting, crying, and begging.
“please don’t do that again, please!” but the next guy just climbed up and started rubbing my bloody pussy with his dick. When he finally thrust in it felt like fire iniside me. He was easily 2 inches longer than the first guy, and another inch around. As he started moving faster and faster I couldn’t help but cry out softly in pain. But as he was cumming he pulled out and spayed his load all over my stomach. The third guy was smaller than both, so when he took his turn it didn’t hurt as much, and when he pulled it out and thrust it in my throat it didn’t choke me like the first guy. But the last 2 guys were talking with each other. I couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but I heard one say something about only anal. Well, my anatomy class gave me enough knowledge to know that that couldn’t be good. But they argued, so I wasn’t as scared, but when they came to an agreement, and turned around, I was horrified. The fourth guy stepped forward, and my eyes couldn’t leave his crotch. He was easily 10 inches long, and atleast 4 around. He went into the truck cabin and came out with a bottle of lube and started applying it. He rubbed some on my pussy and it dripped down along my ass. He flipped me over on top of him for some reason, and made me sit on it. I could barely get his head into me. I tried to slide up and down a little, just to try and get used to it, but then he grabbed me and pulled me down hard. He slid in all the way down to his balls. If I had thought the first time hurt, it was nothing compared to this. It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out. I felt something tear and the lube started making it burn, and I started bleeding again, but he just kept pushing me up, and pulling me down harder and faster. But where the other 3 had cum in less than 5 minutes, he was still going after 15, the last guy was getting impatient, and yelled at him “what’s wrong? Goin’ limp you pussy?” but he just replied “when you’re bigger , you’re slower to cum pinprick!”
but the fifth guy just said “that’s it, you’re sharing!” and the fourth said fine with me, just don’t touch me.” I didn’t know how this was going to work. But when I saw him, I nearly passed out, he was just as big as the guy currently splitting my pussy in half. He grabbed the bottle of lube and told the fourth guy “hold her tight now, this is gonna turn into a rodeo!” and while I was still trying to figure out what was going to happen I felt him start to pour lube onto my asshole. I freaked out and started writhing and bucking, trying anything to keep him away from my ass, but I had my arms pinned, and the fourth guy was holding me tight to his chest. I started sobbing hysterically, and the fourth guys just answered with an extra hard thrust that left me gasping for air. I felt the last guy place his now lubed cock on my ass and start sliding it up and down, just on my ass. I thought maybe that was all he was going to do. Casue he just kept rubbing it faster and faster, so I relaxed a bit and he let me set up, so I focused on the one trying to impale my pussy all the way through. He had me lean forward so he could thrust at a different angle, but he pulled out to change the way he was laying, it felt like I had passed a fucking watermelon. My pussy hurt and ached and burned, and it was steadily dripping blood. But he just held me to his chest again, but as he was relining back up for my pussy I felt a pain even worse than the first and fourth guys’ entries combined. The fifth guy had waited until I relaxed to line up the perfect angle for a quick forced entry into my ass. I felt my skin tear and the lube burned twice as much in my ass as it had in my pussy. It felt like I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I screamed, and I screamed, but the fourth guy just thrust deep inside my pussy too. I was being filled by two monstrous cocks at the same time. I could feel something warm running down my thighs, it was more blood from torn tissues and passages never meant to be used this way. I fought as hard as I could to try and buck off the fifth guy, but the fourth guy was holding me too tightly to be able to move much. I tried to let my mind go, anywhere I didn’t have to feel this burning pain. And I went back to the kiss with Charlie. I thought of it, over and over; her holding my hips, and I her waist, pulling each other closer, and sharing a passionate kiss. After this night I knew I could never be with a man. I thought of tomorrow’s date. If I could, I would still go. She would know what to say to help me cope with this horrible violation of my body.
Before I knew it they both came inside me at the same time, one filled my pussy with his hot load, and as he pulled out hi cum ran down the side of my leg with the blood, and then the fifth guy fill my ass with his jiz. They had all had their way with me. They had all raped me, and come in or on me. they dropped me off at my house, and I promised never to tell the police, as long as they never touched me again. My dad was at work and my brother was staying the night at his friend’s house. I took a long shower, letting the water rinse off the filth I felt. But I still couldn’t feel clean. The soap burned my abused and torn skin, but I kept scrubbing. When I finally ran out of hot water I got out and went to bed. That night I relived the rape in my nightmares over and over again. I finally woke up at 4 in the afternoon. I got up, got dressed, and got a ride into town, no way I was walking. I met Charlie and we decided to just go to her house. She asked what was wrong, and I told her everything that had happened that night. She was so mad, she wished she had thought to give me a ride home, or walked with me, or anything. But she did what I needed. She listened to me. she let me cry on her shoulder, and she held me gently. She softly kissed the back of my neck and forehead as I sobbed my hurt into her chest. Finally feeling a release I looked up to thank her, but she just put her finger on my lips and we kissed. In that one kiss she took away all the pain, all the heartbreak, all the humiliation. I felt whole again because I knew she saw me as whole. We kept meeting, and each time we did a little more. Finally a few weeks later she showed me the tender side of love. Her skillful hands and tongue brought me such pleasure I didn’t know was possible. And so, life goes on.

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2 bi mistreses dom a man and a woman

Esther walked in to the fetish club wearing a very short leather skirt and matching vest with thigh high boots. The leather bar was crowded, dark and sweaty. Behind the counter a naked man and woman were serving drinks. In the middle of the room was a tall woman wearing nothing but thigh high vinyl boots talking to a middle aged guy in pink stockings and garter belt. Around her wrist was a manacle from which a long silver chain ran. On the other end of the chain a young naked boy stood no more than 18 or 19 years old. A muscular black man was standing not far away, his thighs tensed, masturbating, involved in nothing more than his own feelings. A portly grey haired man walked past in a green mini skirt with a long cucumber protruding from his arse hole. In the far corner a young blonde girl around 18 years old was kneeling on the floor sucking the cock of a fortyish guy. While she was watching a short fat girl whose body was trussed up tight in thin, black leather laces told her that the girl was the daughter of the guy she was fellating. Everywhere she went there sweaty bellies and bare buttocks and men and women with rings through their nipples and cocks. Her panties were getting drenched from the site of this kinkiness, but she still could not see the friend whom she was meeting here. She sat down in a booth, but almost immediately she heard a male voice coming from the wall besides her asking her to suck him off. She looked at the wall and could see a glory hole with a cock protruding through. Without a second thought she grasped the cock and pulled it all the way through wrapping her hand around it, stroking the whole shaft for about a minute until he came in large globs of jism into her hand. As he pulled his cock away the show was about to start. A tall fierce looking woman with a black crew cut came dancing out into the light. She wore black rubber stockings up to the top of her thighs and a silver chain belt that ran tightly around her waist and then down between her legs. Two muscular men in studded belts came out, dragging a thin naked and bound man with a rubber hood over his face. There was a circular valve in the hood where the man’s mouth was, which showed that he had an inflatable rubber gag inside his mouth. He could neither hear, see or speak. Plastic beakers were being passed around and she could see that the men when they masturbated should deposit their load into them. They spread-eagled him against the far wall of the club. The tall crew cut woman danced across to a side table, holding up a hammer and an 8” long nail. She squatted down in front of him and to Esther’s sadistic delight hammered a nail into his scrotum, right between the balls. Her panties were getting even more saturated. She felt a guy pressing himself against her buttocks from behind while the man beside her was masturbating probably getting as aroused as she was. The woman put on a leather glove and showed the palm to the audience. There were tiny needles embedded in the palm. “Oh my god!” the guy next to me exclaimed. He grabbed a beaker and came into it. She could see it was over half full. He seemed to know what was going to happen next. The mistress called for two sub male volunteers and about a dozen made for the stage, but she chose the first two and had them kneel on either side of her. She whispered instructions to them and then proceeded to wrap her hand around the cock of the hapless guy. She stroked the shaft from the balls to the tip of the penis head. Up and down. Esther knew from her own experience he was not going to use his penis for anything else apart from peeing for many days. Very soon she pointed the cock to the guy kneeling on her right with his mouth open, catching the spunk ejaculating from his cock. When she had milked him dry the guy who had been the vessel for the cum put his mouth over the open one on the other side letting the contents flow out into his mouth before swallowing the contents.

The guy was untied and carried away by the 2 muscular guys who had first tied him.

On the stage a gorgeous young female was naked from the waist down kneeling on the seat of an armchair her arse facing side on the audience, her arms on the back of it. The tall crew cut woman had now strapped on a large dildo and was rubbing some lubricant into the whole length of it. She stood behind her and started to insert the tip into her pussy slowly. It went in and the woman shoved more of it in before puling it slightly back before ramming it back in right up to the hilt. She started to fuck her like a man- in and out many times before removing it from her pussy and reinserting it into her anus using the girl’s pussy juices as a lubricant. It slid in easily. She had obviously had her arse hole trained well.

After a few thrusts she removed it and got one of the 2 sub guys still on the stage to lick it clean while she put on 2 latex gloves and slid one into her pussy and the other into her anus alternately hand fucking her two holes.

There was absolute silence in the audience as the young girl was being roughly fist fucked for several minutes before she removed her gloved hands making the 2 sub guys lick all the lovely juices off the fingers. She wrapped both gloved hands around each of the guy’s cocks and masturbated them at the same time. As each came into her hand she got the girl to lick their cum out of the palm of the glove before sending them away.

The girl was led to a low coffee table and laid face up on top and the crew cut woman called for all the beakers. Four full beakers were handed to her. She poured two of them over her body covering every inch of her face and body, massaging it into her skin before she got up and faced the audience.

She glistened with cum, smiling at the audience before being handed another full beaker. This time she put it to her lips and drank from it before doing a bow and left the stage.
As she moved along guys ran their hands over her body, over her breasts. She did not mind. Even when a finger was slid into her cunt she grabbed it and forced it in further. She was a real pleasure machine. Eventually she stopped to talk to a woman who was the friend she was looking for.

“Hi Esther. Glad you could make it.” She looked at her friend who was dressed in just a leather corset, stockings and thigh high boots with a leather leash in one hand tied to the cock of a male wearing crutchless panties, stockings and suspenders

They kissed. Anita was her part time lover and Mistress friend.

“Enjoy the show? You want to join me for some sadistic fun?” She asked

“Oh yes. You have no idea how wet I am.” Without hesitation she reached under Esther’s skirt and felt the gusset of her panties.

“Wow! Meet Ingrid. I have borrowed her for the weekend from the Mistress on stage. She is one of her slaves. Ready to go and have some fun with these 2?” She asked, smiling. Esther nodded.

“The male slave here is Peter, but we’ll call him Peta. He will drive us, won’t you?”

“Yes mistress”.

“Ingrid, you’d better get that cum off you and put some clothes on. Help her, Peta! But before you do you’d better put this chastity belt on you so you don’t get any ideas with Ingrid. It was a cock cage attached to his balls that prevented him from getting any sexual pleasure.

When they came back she was dressed, but he was still in his panties, stockings and suspenders and high heels and had to walk with us to where he left his car. There were not many people round and soon we were driving to Anita’s place.

When we arrived we headed straight for her dungeon and secured Peta upright- his arms tied to a horizontal bar above his head and his feet put into sandals nailed to the floor.
Esther dug into a box and came up with a long length of slim, nylon clothesline. She doubled it, made a loop in the center and placed it around his waist, pulling the loose ends through the loop at his navel.

She pulled the line tight around his waist then took the two ends between his legs, one end on each side of his genitals. They came back together behind his balls and were pulled snugly up into the crease of his buttocks. She pulled them through the loop at the small of his back, threaded the ends under the handcuffs above his head and then threw the ends over the bar.

She pulled tightly on the loose ends, until he was forced up onto his toes, his weight supported only by the thin nylon clothesline between his legs. When she tied off the other end of the line around the bar, he was completely helpless. His hands were held up, behind his head, by the handcuffs and the line passing through them. The thin nylon rope cut brutally into his groin, putting pressure on his cock and balls. He tried to grip the rope above his head to relieve some of the pressure, but the positioning of the cuffs, prevented his efforts from having any significant effect.

Next she placed a studded cock and ball strap of leather that looked like two little belts that were connected, parallel to each other. It was lined on the inside with what appeared to be sharp little nail points, about a quarter-inch in length. She placed the longer of the little belts carefully around his genitals. It snapped in place, very snugly, around the base of his cock and balls, separating them from his body tightly. The sharp points dug painfully into his tender flesh. The shorter of the belts was then snapped around his scrotum, further separating his balls from her cock. It was very tight, with the sharp points digging mercilessly into his scrotum. His testicles were squeezed tightly into the end of their sac, looking like some kind of rapidly purpling mushroom. When she squeezed the strap, the sharp points inside really began to make an impression! She held up the other device for him to examine. It looked like a leather cone, with three short little chains dangling from it. The chains met at a sturdy metal ring, about three inches below the cone. The inside of the cone was lined with very sharp looking stainless steel studs, each over a quarter-inch long.

“This,” she said with amusement, “is called a spiked parachute. She unsnapped it.

“Here on the side and it goes over your balls, with this little ring hanging underneath. Then, once she had his balls trapped inside, she snapped it back together, like so…” She proceeded to attach it as she spoke. The spikes were as sharp as they looked. The angle of the leather cone caused them to dig savagely into his testicles. With his balls trapped so tightly in the end of his scrotum, they felt as if they were piercing his flesh.

She held a piece of board in her hands. She placed it at his feet. it was a roughly, thirty-inch section of two-by-four that had three sturdy-looking screw eyes on it, one at each end and one in the center. Taking short pieces of thin rope from the box, she proceeded to spread his legs apart by tying his big toes to opposite ends of the board with expertly tied loops. Having his legs spread apart like that forced even more of her weight onto the ropes cutting into his crotch. He was only able to rest a bit of his weight on the tips of his tightly tied toes. For a moment, he almost forgot the sinister cone around his balls.

She took one of the hooks and snapped it onto the ring suspended from his balls. The other hook hung about six inches above the board at her feet, with its inviting screw eye in the center.

“The rope won’t reach.” She quickly knelt at his feet and took hold of the board.

Before he could protest, she snapped the dangling hook into the screw eye in the center of the board. “That’s better,” she grinned. “Let’s see how you manage this situation.”

She took her attention away from Peta and suspended Ingrid in the same way as Peta. Esther ripped her top, off and pinched her nipples tightly between her fingers before biting down hard on them. Reached under her skirt and slipped a couple of fingers into her cunt before ripping her skirt off. Anita was lying back on the sofa frigging her cunt with a dildo. Peta’s attention was divided between the 2, but he was beginning to scream as the various ties began to do their work.

Esther attached another length of clothesline in a similar fashion – except the line was not doubled – only the lengths of the clothesline dug into the folds between her labia. From both nipples Esther attached clamps with adjustable ties and from the left clamp she attached the other end to her left pussy lip and similarly attached the right side adjusting them both so that the nipples were being pulled down while the cunt lips were being pushed up.

She left them like that while Esther joined Anita on the bed. Taking the dildo from her hands she licked it as though she was sucking a cock. She could taste all of her lover’s juices on it and licked it clean. Anita kneeled between her thighs and proceeded to go down on her licking and tasting as she tongue fucked her soaking wet cunt. Esther grabbed the back of Anita’s head holding it tight against her crotch so that her tongue had to stay inside her.

“Oh yeah, baby! Deeper. That’s it … you’re making me cum. “the screams of the 2 slaves aroused her even more and she literally squirted into Anita’s mouth her lovely pussy juices which Anita eagerly lapped up.

Esther got up and slipped 3 fingers into her wet pussy and pulled them out putting the fingers under Peta’s nose so that he could smell her lovely juice. He was still rock hard notwithstanding the extreme pain he was experiencing with his genitals. She moved over to Ingrid and slipped her fingers inside her again. Only this time she put them in her mouth so she could lick her cunt juices off them.

“Anita. I think it is time the two slaves got to fuck, don’t you!” Esther said with a sadistic smile.

“Oh yes!” she agreed knowingly.

We untied Peta first removing all the devices and rope from him which turned out to be more painful than putting them on for him and laid him on the bed face up, securing him to the 4 corners of the bed with handcuffs. Anita handed me an ice pack which I wrapped around his cock and balls for a few minutes to ensure that his erection had subsided.

When it had, she handed me a sound and put a copious amount of “Ben gay” a gel like substance used for backache which I rubbed into the bottom of the sound and slowly inserted it into his pee hole, letting gravity do the work. I let it slide in about 7 cms and withdrew it until the tip was just inside the opening, reinserted it and rotated it inside. Peta screamed in agony as the gel started to feel as though his cock was being burned

Meanwhile Ingrid was released from her bondage and she was being prepared. Anita put on a latex glove and rubbed her fingers with the “Ben gay”. Bringing Ingrid over we let Peta see her being fisted by Anita in order for him to get his erection back. Ingrid was experiencing the same burning sensation in her pussy. Esther withdrew the sound just as Anita was slipping a couple of fingers into Ingrid’s arse with more “Ben gay”.

“Ingrid! I want you to give Peta a hand job using the rest of the “Ben gay”. Massage it into his cock and balls for 2 minutes. Then you will mount him and have 5 minutes of fucking him. Use those 2 minutes to get him hard and throbbing and he must remain inside of you for 5 minutes. I don’t care if he has cum before or not cum within that time, but he must remain inside of you. Or you will be punished severely tomorrow!” Esther ordered.

They watched Ingrid squeeze out the rest of the tube onto the palm of her hand and wrap it around his cock and slide it up and down his shaft and around his testicles. In between there were tiny screams from both of them as the gel did its burning work. They were both in excruciating agony and this excited the 2 mistresses. His cock engorged- the pain turning to pleasure

“2 minutes up!” They watched as she straddled him, impaling herself on his cock until it was all the way up to the hilt. Then she lifted her crotch up a few millimeters before settling down, repeating several times before she had a rhythm going.

“Mistress! Please my cunt is on fire. I need to stop” Ingrid screamed.

“Peta hump her!” Anita ordered. Peta did not waste any time and soon they saw him thrust his cock in and out of her. They held Ingrid down so she could not move and he could get maximum pleasure from her burning pussy. Peta could take a lot of pain, but with him the excruciating burning sensation inside and outside of his cock led to the most sexually stimulating pleasures until he screamed that he was cumming inside of her. Even after he had ejaculated he remained hard enough to stay inside her until the 5 minutes were up.

They untied and retied Peta to one side of the bed and secured Ingrid to the other and put a blanket over them.

“Anita! The weekend is just beginning!” They grabbed each others hands and left for Anita’s bedroom to make love the way only 2 kinky sadistic females know how reliving the evening again with each other.

The 2 girls stripped off their clothes. Anita lay on top of Esther their clits touching as Anita pressed hard down, rubbing herself against the other until they both exploded in a uncontrollable climax. They 69ed each other and brought each other off again by fisting each others hole until they had another orgasm and then fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning they woke up from their sleep and put back on their short leather skirts and tight black top with holes cut out for their nipples.

They went down to their slaves who were awake and had a look at Peta. Her cock was hard; Esther untied them and made them kneel on the floor.

“Anita and I need a pee. So girls open wide. The mistresses lifted their skirts and straddled their faces pissing straight into their mouths. The slaves swallowing every drop and when finished licked their cunts clean.

Anita bought over a bowl and placed several pairs of panties in the bowl. Esther got them a coffee and gave them to their slaves to drink in which had been dissolved a powerful laxative and a diuretic. Esther shoved a couple of inflatable butt plugs in the girl’s arsehole and pussy and one into Peta’s arsehole. She put a tube over his cock and the other end had a Y fitting so that both of the other ends could be shoved into both their mouths. They taped their mouths close so that the tubes were locked into their mouths.

When Peta pissed he would fill both the slaves’ mouths, but when Ingrid pissed and shitted the butt plugs would hold all the shit and piss in her and Peta’s shit would be held in by the butt plug.

They left them for a half hour for the powerful drugs to their work and returned. As soon as we returned we saw them both fidget. Looking at the tube, we could see Peta’s piss flowing into both their mouths.

They untied their wrists and ankles and retied Ingrid kneeling on the bed and placed the bowl with the panties below her arsehole and removed the butt plug from her pussy. Immediately, a stream of piss cascaded into the bowl covering the panties. Esther pulled out the plug from her arse hole and lumps of shit flowed out of her hole into the bowl practically filling it half way. They moved the bowl to Peta’s arse hole and removed the butt plug from him allowing him to evacuate his bowels too.

Anita and Esther lifted their skirts up and straddled the bowl emptying their arse holes of their shit. They untied them completely and ordered them to remove their clothes, take the bowl to the garden and eat the contents of the bowl outside as their breakfast.

While, they were kneeling they each strapped on a leather dildo about 9” long. Their arse holes were in the right position for the 2 sadistic mistresses to fuck their anuses, and this is what they did. They knelt behind them and roughly thrust them into their holes while they kissed each other fully on the mouth, their tongue going deeply into the others mouth. In and out they fucked their arses causing the slaves’ mouths to be pushed into the shit mixture in the bowl until they tired of this and withdrew their artificial cocks.

“Ok Slaves, smear each others bodies with the shit left in the bowl and Ingrid I want you to cover his cock with lots of shit! And Peta fill Ingrid’s pussy with as much shit a you can fill it as well as over her whole body” Esther ordered.

“Esther, you are wicked!” Anita said, unclipping the dildo from the strap-on and ramming it into her own pussy, fucking herself with it. Esther did the same thing as they were both really horny from what the 2 mistresses had got the slaves to do

They were fucking themselves with the dildoes while the slaves were using the remains of the shit in the bowl to smear the shit over and inside each others body. Ingrid was smearing a copious amount of shit onto Peta’s rapidly expanding cock with her bare hand and Peta was forcing some of their waste into Ingrid’s pussy within his open hand and using a fist to push the shit deeper into her dirty, wet cunt.

Anita had set up a video cam to her website and men all over the world were watching what was happening and paying for the privilege.

Soon all the shit had been used up and there were only there shit and piss covered panties remaining on the bottom.

“Put those panties on you 2. Divide them equally. There are 6 pairs in there.” They watched them put them on. Peta could barely get into them, but Ingrid could get them on easily.

They got Peta to lie on top of Ingrid.

“Peta fuck the bitch!” Esther ordered. Peta did not waste any time. He shoved his panty covered cock against her panty covered pussy and rubbed himself. Peta then slipped her panties down and shoved his cock inside her, pushing the shit inside her pussy further inside her. Soon the 2 of them were lost in sexual oblivion as they soon came ferociously, simultaneously.

“Right you 2 lick each other clean. When you have done that present yourselves for inspection in the dungeon! “Anita ordered

Anita and Esther went back to their bedroom; lay on their bed and 69ed each other, tasting each others lovely cunt juice produced from them fucking themselves with the dildoes.

After, they had enjoyed each other they discussed what they should do next. They dressed in black cotton micro skirts and singlet with black leather boots with high heels on them.

They went down to the dungeon and inspected the 2 slaves. They dragged Peta to a doorway and secured his wrists to the top of the door jambs and his ankles to the bottom so he was tied standing up, spread-eagled and ripped the panties off him. They did the same to Ingrid except with her they placed her hands in rings hanging down from the ceiling and ankles wide apart to ropes also coming down from the ceiling. Her legs were stretched wide, horizontally apart, stretching her inside thighs giving easy access to her bald pussy.

Esther approached Peta and touched his cock. She could feel it harden in her hand and throb. She took her hand away, stepped back, lifted her right foot back and kicked the top of her boot straight into his ball sac. Peta screamed and tried to bend double, but his restraints prevented him from doing that. She repeated the kick several more times, each time harder than the previous one. Peta still maintained an erection.

Meanwhile Anita had got a large 15” dildo attached to an adjustable platform and placed it directly below the slave’s bald glistening pussy. It had a handle on it and she turned the handle until it penetrated her pussy. Anita did not stop and completed several more turns until a half of it was buried in her cunt.

The 2 mistresses changed slaves and Anita continued kicking his balls like a football, while Esther continued turning the handle. Both slaves were incessantly screaming in pain. More and more of the dildo was invading her pussy. Now almost ¾ of it was buried inside her. 12 inches of a large dildo inside her, made Esther very, very wet and she could not contain her and buried her fist inside her own pussy fucking herself with it.

The audience who had been viewing everything that had occurred this morning would be sexually excited, watching it through the internet. Anita said that at its peak over 1000 people were watching and paying for the privilege all over the world.

Anita was now kicking Peta’s balls incessantly and Esther could see his balls turn blue, but still he was erect. She stopped and picked up a small whip and with great skill aimed it at his genitals and lashed them really hard. She continued turning the handle to slide more of the dildo inside until all was buried to the hilt inside her.

Anita got a similar dildo and platform and placed that beneath Peta’s arse hole. She inserted a spray gun full of lubricant and sprayed some lubricant inside his anus. Then she pointed the dildo against the entrance of his anal orifice and turned the handle. Soon the tip entered his puckered arsehole. She continued screwing it in until half of it was in. Anita knew that his anal opening could not accommodate as much as a pussy, but nevertheless she continued screwing it up until about ¾ was embedded inside. Peta was screaming in agony. In fact both slaves were. There was nothing the slaves could do about it in their tied positions.

They attached 20 kgs weights with clamps from Peta’s balls and Ingrid’s nipples and left them like that for about a half hour while they 69ed each other again on their bed. Their pussies were dripping wet with pussy juice which they both lapped up as they tongued each others delectable pussies.

The mistresses returned, untied the 2 aching slaves and laid them on the ground and queened them, brutally grinding their pussies on their face, using their noses for sexual gratification, squirting more of their sweet nectar over their faces and mouths. The room soon smelt of cunt juice.

They secured them to a special frame where they were both secured to it in such a position that they were bent over a frame and that cock, pussy and arse were equally available and left them like that for a short while.

They went to the front room where there were about 12 men who had been watching the morning’s procedures on a large plasma screen.

“Ok guys they are all yours!” Anita announced. As they proceeded to the dungeon each gave Anita $200, removed his clothing and entered the room with rock hard erections.

“Esther, now you see why we spent time preparing their holes. These guys are all married and Saturday is the only time they can get away from their partners and indulge in things that their partners would not entertain. They have 2 hours to do with them whatever they like. Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom and watch from there.

The 2 kinky girls watched on the TV and Esther thought “we thought we were kinky! “ There were 2 men double penetrating Peta in her short skirt and another one fisting Ingrid’s arse, another one pissing into her mouth. When they had all finished the other guys were watching and masturbating themselves waiting their turn.

Their place was immediately taken by 5 guys who shoved their cocks into Peta’s mouth and arse and into Ingrid’s pussy, mouth and arse with difficulty and they were fucking all 5 holes very roughly.

“God. It seems as if they haven’t had a fuck for a long time and they don’t seem to be fussy if they are fucking Peta or Ingrid. Mind you, it is quite horny watching them fuck, isn’t it, Anita?’ My finger strayed to my pussy. I shoved 2 fingers inside my dirty, wet pussy. Anita brushed them aside and took an electric toothbrush and slipped it inside my hole, switching it on.

“Fuck,Anita what are you doing to me?. You are driving me wild.” She was, as the brush rotated, it pressed against my pussy wall, sending my already itchy, horny pussy over the top. So much so that I just exploded in a series of mini orgasm that left me wracked. The guys in the dungeon had started to find objects in the dungeon. One of the guys had a pair of pliers and was pulling on Anita’s nipples very hard – almost pulling them off. Another guy was masturbating in competition with a couple of others and was ejaculating over Peta’s face covering his mouth and nose with cum. Another one had a bottle and was raping Ingrid’s arse hole very roughly. As Esther was watching this, Anita was kneeling between her splayed legs and was eating her pussy- lapping up all her lovely cunt juice. She grabbed her head and pushed it closer to her glistening, wet, dirty, cunt, encouraging her to tongue her hole deeper. The guys were lost also in sexual excitement- nothing would have distracted them except another hot chick. One guy had shoved a pair of panties up her pussy and had pulled them out, sniffing the cunt juice on them while fucking her arse.

2 Guys were alternating fucking Peta’s arse, whilst another one shoved his cock into his mouth. When he was ready to cum on him he splattered Peta on his face and another guy took his place.

Anita was shoving her tongue into Esther’s willing, wanton pussy, sending her to new sexual highs, pressing on her abdomen and making her squirt a copious amount of juice into her willing mouth. Which she eagerly drank.

“Esther. You know why I love you so much. You are such an imaginative girl and your pussy is always wet. I can never get too much of you.” Anita confessed to me.
The guys had slowed down, as had their cocks, but there were one or two still feeling kinky. They were shoving their fingers into their arse holes and making Peta and Ingrid lick them clean, another one was sliding his cock between Ingrid’s crack in her arse up and down, rubbing himself to orgasm

They went down stairs, dressed in their wet panties and micro black leather skirts and went over to a couple of the guys sitting, watching and sat on their laps, grinding their pussies into their cocks until they could feel them harden and climbed off them. Rock hard again, they approached the 2 slaves and slowly inserted their cocks into their arses. The 2 mistresses stood behind them and shoved a couple of fingers in to their holes, massaging their prostates, making them rock hard and throbbing, encouraging them to sodomize them. That did the trick and soon they spurted inside their holes.

The guys left. They untied Ingrid and Peta who could hardly walk. They led them to the bathroom and ordered them to have a bath. When they had cleaned themselves up they could leave.

Now, it was Esther’s turn to sexually satisfy Anita and she did it over the next 6 hours.

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My first full family orgy 🙂

“What’s daddy doing mommy?” little six-year-old Joy asked as her naked mother, Sara, held her by the waist. Sara’s red nails rubbed her daughter’s bare belly softly as she watched her husband stroke her son’s tiny prick.

“Daddy’s just making Joey feel good baby. Just like I’m making you feel good,” Sara softly breathed into her daughter’s ear as she let a hand slide up to her daughter’s taut nipple. The tip of a red fingernail circled the pink nub with deliberate patience while her son’s breathing quickened with his father’s fingers.

Joy pushed her ass back into her mom’s wet pussy and felt the wetness on her exposed cheeks. “Ewwww! Mommy! Did you pee yourself!?” the little girl cried as her mother gently pinched the nipple encased by the red nails. Joy jumped at the sudden pinch and rubbed the nubbin tenderly. “That hurt!”

Sara licked her lips with want as she could see her husband fondling their son’s hairless ball sac. She gulped as her eyes landed on the reddening circle of her daughter’s nipple, mesmerized by the pink orb: a powerful urge to set her full lips around that tiny nipple and suck the hard bead of skin deep into her mouth was beginning to overtake her. “I’m sorry baby,” she cooed to her daughter, her eyes still stuck on the protrusion on her six-year-old’s chest. “Let mommy kiss it better.”

With that, Joy watched as her mother bent her head down to gently kiss around her areola. Lovingly, Sara laid kisses around her baby girl’s areola, making sure that Joy was enjoying the attention.

The soft kisses were making Joy comfortable and aroused. Feather light touches of her mom’s lips fluttering around her hardening nipple brought Joy to a low groan. Sara could do nothing but smirk at the animal noise her daughter had let loose. Wanting to make her daughter make more cute little noises, Sara’s tongue snaked out from between her lips to land on Joy’s hard nipple.

A shock of electricity ran through Joy from her saliva-bathed nub to her newly awakened clitoris. The new-found feeling throbbed between her legs and shook the cells with an animalistic want for more of the electricity her mother had incited. Throbbing sensations doubled in Joy’s small clit as her mom latched onto her daughter’s nipple and sucked with vigor.

“MOMMYYYY!” Joy squealed with detectable tension in her high-pitched voice. Sara licked and kissed her way to the neglected nipple, kissing and licking the light areola until it became dark; then she sucked and licked the direct middle of the nub into her mouth, letting her teeth brush against its stiffness.

Sara could tell that her daughter was aroused, almost desperately wanting to climax. While her mouth was busy sucking on Joy’s small, hard nipple, she slid her hand down past Joy’s baby-fat filled butt and continued until her fingers came in contact with the back of her baby girl’s small pussy. Joy jerked at the sudden feel of fingers touching her privates. “Don’t worry baby, mommy will make you feel very good; even better than Joey feels right now.”

Once more, Sara latched herself back onto the bead that was her daughter’s nipple. In a matter of minutes Joy had begun to delight in the growing electricity in her virgin pussy. As an instinct, Joy began to rub her tiny cunt against her mother’s motionless hand, searching for a release from the throb in her clit. Taking the cue that her daughter was loving the experience, Sara reached forward to have her palm cupping the soft pussy lips of her daughter’s virgin cunt.

“That’s it baby, work yourself on my hand. Doesn’t that feel good baby girl on your wet little pussy?” Sara questioned raspily. The walls of her vagina were throbbing at an alarming rate, wanting to feel her daughter’s climax covering her hand. Her throat was dry as she maneuvered her fingers faster on Joy’s drenched clit, her daughter humping her hand with more desperation in each bounce.

“Come on Joy, I know it feels good for you baby! Come all over momma’s hand and make it all wet! Make mommy happy baby!” Sara’s own fingers found her own throbbing clit and began to rub it vigorously. Her old, wet pussy humping in search for an entering cock, she forced her fingers down her shaved slit to her hole and slammed her fingers inside herself.

Joy sped up her bounce, bouncing harder and faster on her mom’s hand, her actions becoming jerky. Knowing that Joy needed something extra to be sent over the edge, Sara leaned down and sucked on her daughter’s neck and ground her hand into her daughter’s grinding pussy. Her ear was in the perfect place to allow Joy to scream and moan in ecstasy through her climax, her baby pussy juices soaking her mother’s grinding hand.

With her hand thoroughly drenched with pussy juice, Sara’s cunt became so hot on her pumping hand that she trapped her hand inside of herself, her pussy milking her hand as if it were a cock emptying a load of steamy, hot cum in her dripping cunt. As Joy laid down with a glassy look in her eyes, Sara rode her hand in orgasm, pulling her hand out to run to her naked husband and stuff his hard, veiny cock into her horny pussy.

Sara wasted no time in riding her husband hard, crying out his name with a frenzied want as she watched him play with eight-year-old’s Joey’s growing cock. “Play with his fucking cock for me baby! Oh yeah,” she pleaded her husband as she rode his dick close to another powerful orgasm. Her pussy milked his large dick greedily as it became tighter and tighter, getting ready to release another wave a pleasure that would soon take over Sara’s body.

Larry humped into his wife’s amazingly tight pussy as he fondled his son’s hairless balls and cock: the smooth skin making the cum in his balls boil viciously. He had already tasted his son’s penis as Sara had been tasting their daughter’s nipples, but in the heat of the moment, Larry picked Joey up and sat him on his chest so that his small cock was perfectly place in front of his mouth. Larry let his lips wrap around his son’s dick, sucking hard on the tip and shaft while he pounded into his wife’s sloppy wet twat.

Instinctively, Joey began to force feed his cock into his father’s mouth eagerly. While his cock was getting sucked and licked by his father, Joey enjoyed the soft rubbing of his balls against his father’s chest and felt the cum in his own balls begin to boil. “Daddy!” he whined in a state of pleasure. “Daddy, I’m gonna come!”

At that, Larry grabbed his wife’s hips and slammed her onto his exploding cock, the hot cum flooding into her pussy. The feel of her husband’s spurting cock, Sara exploded with pussy juice over his cock in her own climax.

Larry inhaled all of his son’s horny cock and jammed a finger up Joey’s asshole. “Come for daddy Joey!!!” Sara cried out in the last throws of her orgasm as she added a finger of her own to her son’s tight ass. Unable to hold back from the euphoric feelings caused by his penetrated ass and swallowed cock, Joey released his contents down his father’s throat.

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This can also be found on FanFiction and Adult Fan Fiction under the same name.

It was almost 3 am. Sarah had gotten up for a drink of water when she noticed that the TV was on. She went into the living room to discover Cameron sitting on the couch watching what looked like a romantic comedy. The volume was turned down so low that all Sarah could make out was a faint hum, but she supposed that for a cyborg it was more then loud enough.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked after a moment.

“Watching a movie,” Cameron replied without turning her head.

“Really,” Sarah moved forward so that she was standing next to the couch looking down at the young girl. Despite the cold night Cameron wore only a thin tank top and boxers. Sarah couldn’t help but notice how the cool air had caused her nipples to harden so that they made very noticeable points in her top. Sarah swallowed. “Shouldn’t you be outside patrolling or something?”

Cameron shook her head. “There’s no reason to patrol all the time. Besides, if a neighbor were to look out their window and see someone constantly walking around the house they might think there was a prowler and call the police.”

“Right, I can see how that could be a problem,” Sarah muttered. After a moment she went over to sit on the couch next to Cameron. “So, what’s going on?” she said nodding at the movie.

Cameron shrugged. “Have you ever had sex with a woman?” she asked.

“What!” Sarah hissed.

“In the movie, the female lead revealed that she once got very drunk and had sex with another woman. I was wondering if you had ever done that.”

Sarah looked at Cameron incredulously. “No, I haven’t,” she snapped. (Though her cheeks had reddened, and she didn’t quite meet Cameron’s eye.)

“Oh,” Cameron replied. Sarah briefly considered asking Cameron why she had asked, but decided she probably didn’t want to know. Instead she turned her attention back to the movie, where two people, she guessed that they were the main characters, were kissing.

“Have you ever kissed someone before,” Sarah asked. “You know, as part of your infiltration thing?”

For the first time Cameron’s full attention went from the movie to Sarah as she turned her head to look at the other woman. She shook her head. “I’ve wondered what it’s like though.”

“Have you?” Sarah said studying the cyborg carefully, her eyes taking in the girl’s full lips. Sarah felt light headed, like she was floating. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she was quickly approaching dangerous ground, but at the moment that voice seemed faint. Sarah got up slowly, almost as if she was in a trance, until she was hovering over Cameron, her knees pressed against the girl’s hips. As if it had a mind of its own, Sarah’s right hand moved up to cup Cameron’s cheek, her thumb making small circles on the soft warm skin. As Sarah looked down at her she took a moment to admire the revealing view she had of the girl’s cleavage, her blood boiling with desire. She took hold of the other side of Cameron’s face with her left hand, then tilted her head up while she brought hers down, and the two kissed.

As her eyes were closed Sarah didn’t notice when Cameron’s briefly glowed blue. After her eyes returned to normal Cameron opened her mouth, allowing Sarah to deepen the kiss. She paid close attention to the movements of Sarah’s tongue, and soon began to copy them with her own, then improvise new ones. As they kissed Cameron moved her hands up so that they were holding Sarah’s sides through her sweater. After a moment Sarah’s hands moved as well. Her left came down to the base of Cameron’s neck, her thumb resting directly above her collarbone. Her other hand trailed down Cameron’s side until it came to the hem of her shirt. Sliding under the thin gray cotton Sarah’s hand moved north again going over the girl’s stomach and ribs until her fingertips were gently pressing against the soft warm mound of a breast.

Sarah cupped Cameron’s bosom and after a moment began to rub the tight nipple at its center. Cameron sighed and rolled her shoulder, pressing the supple globe of flesh more firmly into Sarah’s hand. Sarah ended the kiss and straightened while looking down at Cameron, who was starring back at her with what almost looked liked wonder. Sarah gaze moved to her hand, the outline of which could be seen through the other woman’s top. As she continued to caress the girl’s breast the tips of two of her fingers poked out from underneath the top of Cameron’s shirt. Sarah paused as those fingers felt something. Sarah moved her hand up higher so that half of it was sticking out the top of Cameron’s shirt, the cyborg’s nipple pressed against her wrist. A heartbeat, she felt a heartbeat. Sarah thought for a moment as she tried to remember why that would be so strange.

Sarah suddenly stiffened as the full realization of what it was that was siting beneath her hit. She quickly yanked her hand out from beneath Cameron’s shirt and stood up, backing away slowly. The light headed floaty feelings from before were gone, now Sarah just felt cold. Her stomach churned, as if she was going to be sick. Cameron stood, a look of confusion on her face.

“Sarah?” she said questioningly.

Sarah backed away even more. She no longer saw a beautiful young woman, silk chestnut hair, soft warm alabaster skin, chocolate colored eyes, slim dancer’s body, (and a tight ass plus what could very well be the cutest, perkiest pair of tits she had ever seen.) She saw a fake, a mockery of all it tried it imitate. She saw a machine. Terminator.

Sarah quickly backed out of the living room, then fled up the stairs to her room leaving a very bewildered Cameron in her wake.

The next morning Sarah came down to the kitchen to face the cyborg with dread, wondering how she would deal with the inevitable questions. However to her relief Cameron never mentioned the previous night. Then John came down stairs and the two left for school. Sarah ended up spending much of the day thinking about her encounter with the terminator. At first she had wanted to blame the whole thing on the girl, but realized that this was stupid. Once they retired to their rooms for the night both she and her son rarely reemerged until the morning, at which point Cameron was usually full clothed, so it wasn’t as if the skimpy outfits she wore at night was for either of their benefit. And as much as she might want to think otherwise, the question about lesbianism had been an innocent one, the cyborg had come across the subject in her stupid movie and had been curious. In the end Sarah decided to write the whole thing off as fatigue, stress, and momentary insanity on her part. By the next day she had put the entire incident behind her.

A week after that night Sarah was siting alone in her bedroom. It was 1 am, but for some reason she didn’t fell very tired yet. Suddenly her door opened and Cameron entered, closing the door behind her again. She had what looked like the same boxers from the other night, but was wearing a different shirt. While it covered a lot more of her skin then the tank top had, it more then compensated for this by being much tighter. Not only were her nipples again poking out of the fabric, but the shape of her breasts could be clearly made out, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Forcing herself to look at the cyborg’s face Sarah spoke. “What are you doing here?”

“Why did you kiss me?” Cameron asked softly, ignoring Sarah’s own question.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably. “What?”

Cameron stepped forward. “Why did you kiss me?” Her voice was louder, more demanding this time.

Sarah stood from her bed. “It doesn’t matter. It was a mistake.”

“It matters to me.”

Sarah laughed. “It matters to you? Tin Miss, you don’t matter.”

Cameron took another step forward again so that she and Sarah were less then an inch apart. “Why!” she practically snarled.

Sarah stepped back. “I’m not interested in discussing it.”

“Well I am.”

Sarah moved back again, then reached under her pillow grabbing the 9mm. handgun she kept there and leveled it at Cameron’s head. There was a clicking sound as she released the safety. “How about I shot you in your pretty little face, and then we can spend some time discussing the reason for that?”

Cameron stared back at her coolly. “You do that and the sound will bring John running. And even if I was human, I seriously doubt that you would want to have this conversation in front of him,” They remand standing there for almost a minute, then Sarah reengaged the safety and placed the weapon on her bedside table between her clock and lamp.

Finally Cameron shook her head. “Why?” she asked tiredly.

Sarah shrugged. “Why does it matter. Why do you care.”

“You’re attracted to me,” Cameron stated. “Don’t you dare deny it! You’re attracted to me. But I never thought that you’d, act on it.”

“Fine, I’ll admit it. I’m attracted to you,” Sarah spat. “As twisted as it is I am turned on by you,” Sarah allowed her eyes to wander lewdly over the younger woman’s chest before going back to her face. “But you still haven’t told me why you seem to care so much.”

Cameron’s eyes widened at the question, and she took an involuntary step back. She folded her arms around herself as if she was trying to give herself a hug. Suddenly she looked very small, vulnerable. “Because I’m attracted to you,” she whispered. “and I never thought,” she stopped, her voice choked off by emotion. “I never thought that you would, act on it.”

Almost as soon as Cameron had finished speaking Sarah stepped forward and slapped her. “Your a machine. You don’t fell desire, you don’t fell attracted, you don’t fell anything. You’re not a girl. You’re nothing!”

Cameron shook her head venomously. “You’re wrong.”

“About what!”

“All of it.”

“You’re a machine-“

“Cybernetic Organism.”

“You don’t fell-“

“I do.”

“You’re not a girl-“

“I AM!”

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked incredulous. “You’re not human, and therefore not female-“

“Your argument is flawed,” Cameron replied evenly. “You say that I can’t be female because I am not human. But the vast majority of females on this planet are not human. They’re not even mammals. I. Am. Female.”

Sarah shook her head in disgust. “You’re a toaster. A toaster with meat stapled to it so it will look human, look female.”

Cameron stared at Sarah for a moment. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulled it up over her head. Because of the tightness of the garment it took a moment for her breasts to come free, and when they did it was with a small bounce. Despite her efforts to remain in control the sight made Sarah’s blood grow hot. Cameron then slid her boxers down her legs to puddle at her feet. Naked, she sat down on Sarah’s bed. Scooting to the middle of the mattress, Cameron lay back and spread her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to Sarah’s eyes. (Not that Sarah could make out much as the cyborg’s groin was covered with thick dark hair.)

Cameron’s hands moved up her body to cup her chest. “I have breasts,” she said calmly, as if explaining the inner workings of an oven. “They are fully functional, capable of producing milk,” Her hands slit down her torso and between her legs to hover over her center. “I have a vagina.”

“Do you?” Sarah spat. “Maybe you’re lying. Maybe that’s why you have all that hair down there, to hide the fact that there is nothing else,” Sarah knew that her accusation was idiotic, but she felt the entire situation spiraling out of her control and was becoming desperate to get back on top of things. She failed miserably. Cameron immediately rolled over and grabbed the hairbrush that had been sitting on the bedside table on the opposite side of the lamp from the gun. Rolling onto her back again Cameron moved her hand to the end of the brush that had the bristles. Placing her other hand on her inner thigh, she moved the brush down and unceremoniously shoved its handle into her womanhood.

“I have a vagina,” Cameron said firmly, almost glaring at Sarah as if daring her to question this fact. Not that Sarah could have even if she wanted to, the sight of the brush sheathed in the other woman’s pussy had temporarily derailed any train of thought she might of had. After a moment Cameron continued.

“My vagina leads to my uterus. On either side of my uterus are my ovaries, which are connected to my uterus by my fallopian tubes. Each ovary contains a few hundred eggs. While currently dormant, if I wish I could, activate them, so that one would release a mature egg approximately every month. I would menstruate. If during this process one of my eggs was fertilized by a sperm cell, it would become an embryo. The embryo would attach itself to the wall of my uterus and develop into a fetus. After a nine month gestational period, I would give birth to a healthy, human, child. I am female.”

Cameron paused for a few seconds to let Sarah absorb what she had just said, then continued. “And that’s not all. I feel Sarah,” Cameron tightened her grip on the brush and began to slid it in and out of her sex. “I feel,” as she pushed the brush handle back into herself some of the bristles scraped against her clitoris, causing her to gasp, “pleasure,” Sarah watched in shock as Cameron essentially masturbated in front of her, her blood boiling with lust, her pussy completely soaked with her arousal. While a small part of Sarah fought what was happening, what she was feeling, it was a voice that was quickly losing power.

After a few more thrusts Cameron removed the brush with faint wet plopping sound. She got back on her feet and stood before Sarah with the brush held up in front of her, its handle glistening with her juices. Sarah stared at it, her eyes dark with desire. Sarah took the brush and held it right in front of her face. She sniffed it, then on impulse stuck out her tongue and licked the handle, savoring the taste of the cyborg’s cum. Then she tossed the brush onto her bed as she turned her gaze back to Cameron, who looked back at her with surprise, shock, and a hint of excitement. Cameron opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Sarah yanked her towards her, slamming their bodies together. A moment latter they were kissing.

While the kiss they shared a week ago had been slow and gentle, this one was fast and hard. As Sarah all but devoured her mouth it was everything Cameron could do just to keep up. As they kissed Sarah’s left hand came up to cup the back of Cameron’s skull, while her right hand went down to squeeze the girl’s firm nude ass. Cameron wrapped her arms around the other woman’s middle, pulling her body more firmly against her own. After almost two minutes Sarah was finally forced to end the kiss for want of oxygen. As she broke off Sarah caught Cameron’s bottom lip between her teeth and pulled it back as far as she could before releasing it.

Sarah stepped back, both her hands resting on Cameron’s bare hips, and the two women stared at each other. Finally Cameron spoke. “Sarah, what are we doing?” she asked horsily.

“Lesbian sex. Is that a problem?”

Cameron shook her head eagerly. She looked Sarah up and down, then smirked. “I think you’re wearing to much clothes though.”

Sarah grinned. “That’s easily fixed,” She yanked off her shirt, then reached back and unhooked her bra. Meanwhile Cameron unfastened Sarah’s jeans, then shoved them down her body. Sarah quickly kicked her pants to the side, then removed her panties. Then she stood their, arms held loosely at her sides, as she allowed Cameron to take in her nudity. Her body was lean and wiry from hours of exercise and training, yet it still retained a softness, except for where her skin was marred by the occasional scar. Her breasts, while on the small side, were still reasonably firm and perky for her age. Looking down farther Cameron saw that she had a neatly trimmed patch of hair above her slit about 3/4 of an inch wide and a little over 2 inches in height. Apart from that her sex was completely clean shaven. After a while Cameron’s eyes made their way back to Sarah’s.

“Like what you see?” Sarah asked. Cameron nodded. “Good. Now get your cute little butt over here,” Then they were kissing again, each woman pressing and rubbing her body against the other’s. They moved backwards while doing their best not to break contact until Cameron found herself pinned against a wall. Sarah’s mouth left Cameron’s and started moving along her jaw, then down her neck until she found the girl’s pseudo-pulse, which she bit down on. Her legs were pressing against the outside of Cameron’s as she continued to thrust her body against the cyborg’s.

Cameron cupped Sarah’s ass and then without warning lifted the other woman up while taking a step away from the wall. Sarah quickly warped her legs around Cameron’s waist as Cameron moved one of her hands up to the middle of her back to help steady her. Sarah put her hands on the back of Cameron’s head, which was now level with her chest, and pulled the girl’s face to her breast. Taking the hint, Cameron wrapped her lips around a reddish nipple and started to suckle the other woman.

Sarah moaned from the sensations emanating from her breast as she began to grind herself against Cameron, pressing the scalding wet heat of her sex against the girl’s lower abdomen, below her navel. She moaned again as her clit dragged along the other woman’s smooth skin. “Oh fuck,” Sarah muttered under her breath. “Fuck, fuck, that’s right suck my titties, oh suck them… fucking…” Sarah broke off into a series of grunts and whimpers as her body was flooded with pleasure. After a while Cameron switched breasts as Sarah continued to rub against her, sliding more freely now as Cameron’s stomach had become slick with her juices. It had been so long since Sarah had cum from anything other than her fingers that she soon felt her peak approaching. A few moments later her body was shuttering through her orgasm, her pussy bathing Cameron’s belly with her cum.

As her orgasm subsided Sarah’s body became limp. Her chin came down to rest on the top of Cameron’s head and after a moment she untangled her legs from around the girl’s waist. Cameron lowered her to the ground, her hands holding her at the small of her back. “Did you like that?” Cameron asked curiously.

Sarah’s lips twitched. “Yeah, I liked that,” She reached up and brushed a lock of Cameron’s hair out of her face, then wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her mouth to hers for a kiss. As they kissed one of Sarah’s hands came around to Cameron’s throat, then trailed down her torso between her breasts to play with the her belly button. Then she moved even lower until her fingers encountered her own sticky fluids. Stepping back Sarah licked the juices off of her hand then dropped to her knees and pulled Cameron to her, her fingers sliding into the crack of her ass as she squeezed her buttocks. Then she leaned forward and started licking her cum off of Cameron’s belly.

Cameron reached down and ran her fingers through Sarah’s hair as the other woman worshiped her stomach, her hands kneading the firm globes of her ass. As she went lower her chin, and then her lips, encountered the thick tangled hair covering Cameron’s pubis. Sarah turned her head to the side and rested her face against Cameron’s groin, her dark hair tickling her cheek. Then she stood, taking Cameron by the hand. “Come on,” she said, before leading the cyborg to her door.

“Sarah,” Cameron said in confusion, “where are we going?”

“Bathroom,” They had reached the door. “Is John…?”

“He is asleep,” Cameron said. “He went to bed several hours ago, and it is unlikely that he will get up again until at least-

“Okay, good,” Sarah said cutting her off, then opened her door and lead Cameron out into the hallway. She quickly made her way to the bathroom, Cameron in tow, turning on its lights and closing the door behind them.

“Sarah, what are we doing?”

Ignoring her, Sarah released Cameron’s hand and went over to the shower, removing a razor form a rack attached to the wall. Stepping back to Cameron she held the razor up. “This yours?”

“Yes,” Cameron replied, her voice full of confusion.

“What do you use it for?”

“To shave my armpits and legs. In American Culture it is considered unattractive for a female to have hair in those areas.”

“Yeah will, in American culture it is also common to shave, other areas,” Sarah said, raking her hand through Cameron’s pubic hair.

“You have hair down there.”

“A little, and trimmed. You have like, a jungle or something.”

Cameron’s head tilted to the side as she tried to understand how her crotch could be compared to a jungle, then decided she didn’t care. “But I want to have sex,” she said, practically whining.

“Yeah, will I don’t want to get hair between my teeth, so…”

“Why would you get-

“We’ll get to that later. Look, I’m not having sex with you until you shave, so get going.”

Cameron sighed, then got out a wash cloth. Sarah lowered the toilet lid and sat down, the white porcelain freezing against her nude ass. Cameron got into the tub/shower and turned it on, putting her wash cloth under the stream of warm water, wetting it. She sat down on the edge of the tub with her back to Sarah and used the cloth to bath her genitals and the surrounding area. She applied a liberal amount of shaving cream to her crotch and began to run the razor over her pubis. She would occasionally clean the area with her wash cloth, then go back of places that weren’t quite clear. When she was done she made sure all the hair had gone down the drain, then turned the shower off. She got out and grabbed her towel from its rack, drying off her groin and legs. The she went to stand before Sarah.

“Can we have lesbian sex now?”

Sarah smirked. “Sure, why not.” They left the bathroom and made their way back to Sarah’s room. “Lie down,” Sarah said, nodding at the bed. Cameron complied and Sarah sat next to her. She gazed at the girl’s body all spread out before her, her hand going to her newly exposed sex, pink lips wet with water and arousal.

“You ever done this before?” Sarah asked as she gently stroked Cameron’s pussy.

“Not that I know of,” Cameron replied, arching her pelvis as she tried to increase the pressure of Sarah’s hand on her sex.

“Patience,” Sarah said in a would be stern tone, temporarily removing her hand form Cameron’s folds until she lay still. “What do you mean, not that you know of? I’d be kind of hard to ever forget felling something like this,” Sarah said pressing her thumb against Cameron’s clit, drawing a low moan out of the girl.

“I- when the resistance reprograms us they erase all of our memories from Skynet. It makes it more likely to hold. So if I ever had sex before the resistance captured me I don’t remember it.”

Sarah’s hand stilled, then went to her lap. Skynet. When Cameron had said that name it was like a bolt of lighting cut threw her lust filled brain. The ache in her own pussy, her desire for Cameron, all faded away, leaving her numb.

“Sarah?” Cameron sat up, putting her hand on the older woman’s shoulder. “Sarah!” Cameron put her other hand on her chin, turning her face to look at hers.

Sarah gazed into Cameron’s eyes and the hands on her shoulder and face fell away. As Sarah looked at the girl’s naked form she suddenly became conscious of her own nudity, and she was sized by the desire to cover herself.

“Sarah,” Cameron said, her voice tinged with dread. “Sarah!” The female Connor just sat there, staring off into space. Cameron wanted to shake the other women, do something to get a response out of her. When Sarah had looked at her, the expression in her eyes, it was the same on that had appeared a week ago when Sarah held fled the living room.

Finally Sarah stood. She went over to her door, which in their haste the two women hadn’t bothered to close, and stepped out into the hallway. Cameron followed her. “Sarah?” she said timidly.

Finally the other woman looked at her again. “You should patrol the house again,” With that Sarah went back into her own room, closing and locking the door behind her. Cameron just stood their, stunned. She lured me out. She knew if she just told me to leave I would argue, so she walked out into the hallway, knowing I would follow, and…

Cameron stood their for several minutes. She finally turned to go down the stairs and follow Sarah’s instructions when she realized that she was completely naked. Her clothes where on the floor in Sarah’s room. After a moment Cameron gave a mental shrug, then went down the stares to retrieve the M-16 from its hiding place before going outside to check the perimeter.

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As she continued to rub the side of her face against my breast, nibbling and biting, leaving sweet love bites on my tits. I love the way, she would stop kissing them, just to start again. You must realize here, my tits, are very very sensitive, rubbing them, biting them, turns me on so much. Obviously she could tell this. The way she would stick my nipple into her mouth, flicking it back and forth. just as i felt her hands run down my back, onto the back of my shorts, pulling them down. But leaving my panties on me still. My shorts soon fell down, to my knees, as she brought her hand up underneath me, and started teasing me with her fingers over my panties. She lets go of my tits, to mention how wet i was.
Just before she started rubbin my wet pussy lips, throw my panties, something about that just makes me wild, the feeling of the lace rubbing against it, makes it rough. The next thing i know she has my left nipple in her mouth, biting it, hard. Making me scream.
Realizing my pain, is what turns her on, i get really excited.. thinking about what to do.. I start moving my body back and forth, to speed up the rubbing shes doing with her hand..as i tell her to spank my ass..
Shes pops it once.. as she says “Yeah, Nicole, is that what mommy likes?”
im moaning like crazy by now, definetly wanting to cum. I was ready to cover her hand and my panties, completely. Just as she stops.
She crawls out from underneath me, and gives me a quick kiss.. And hops off into the kitchen.. Poking her head around the Wall she yells, “Be ready Nicole, Take ur panties off, i have a surprise for you”.
I get up anxiously take off my panties, and lay back on the couch, a thousand thoughts running through my mind….
I soon see her walking back into the room, her amazing tits, bouncing back and forth, as she walks into the room with a huge ass grin on her face. In her hands, i see a can of whip cream, and yet in the other one, is a glass of ice water.I think nothing of it, as she takes a drink..Then i notice, she has some rope as well.Getting strangely aroused, i wait with anticipation, wanting to know whats going to happen. She tells me to lean back, as she sets the glass of water down, and the can of whip cream, sticking her sweet ass into my face.. then she takes my hands, n ties them up, in the air away to wear, i cant push her away or anything.
Soon she is sitting pretty much on top of me, our pussys, so close to each other.. i can feel how wet she is, on my skin.. As she takes the can, and sprays whip cream on my tits, rubbing it in some. She starts licking it off with her tongue, teasing me, as she sprays more, down my stomach, to my soaking wet pussy.. she sprays some on her fingers, and slowly rubs it on my pussy lips, and clit.. as she licks it off, i feel her warm tongue, across my clit, making moan very loud. Just then, she takes the whip cream, and covers her index n middle finger with whip cream, jabbing it so far inside of me, i yell with excitement.. The coldness is so intense, and the pressure of her fingers inside of me. As she keeps pulls them out, i see how wet her finger is, as she takes one finger and licks it off, saving the other finger for me to lick off. She sticks up to my mouth, as i gladly lick every last drop off of it.
She then takes her glass of ice water, spilling some of the water onto my tits, down my stop, as she grabs out an ice cube…she rubs it down my body, starting at my neck, down over my right tit, rubbing it around the nipple, and then over to the left one, and around the nipple. She then leads it down my stomach, inching it closer to my pussy, i see her grinning.. as she rubs it on my pussy lips, and around my asshole, she then, suddenly, sticks it inside of my pussy. As she begings licking, my pussy, so hard and fast, flicking her tongue back and forth. Hitting my clit, a thousand times.
Im ready to cum, as she sticks her long tongue so deep inside of my pussy, pushing the ice cube so far inside of me..As i cum all over her face, she licks up as much as she can of it. Getting a wonderful taste of me.. She lays on top of me, her face at mine, kissing me, making me taste my own cum, and juices, which taste absolutely wonderful.. As she makes me lick up the last of my juices that happen to be all over her face.. She smiles, and winks at me. ” I Hope your ready for alot more fun, because i have alot more in store for you”.

***Alright, this is the 2nd part, im sorry it sucked!, i have more to go with the story, just dont know if i should do it or not. I do want to say thanks for all the encouraging words i got on the first part of this story, i really appreciate it! THANK YOU!… if you want me to finish this, than lemme a comment***

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The Matmown is completed, and Mark and Mary make their plans to deal with Lilith and Lucifer.

Xiu and I were lying in Their rumpled bed, Divine Mark’s passion cooling inside me and Divine Mary’s passion covering Xiu’s face, when He proclaimed the First Commandment of the Theocracy: “You shall not make Pacts with Demons.” I wrote furiously on a notepad, then She gave the Second Commandment: “You shall place no Gods before us, for they are false.”
–The Gospel of April 41:51-52

Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

The door to the Matmown clanged shut.

It was cold in the room, the metal walls and floor icy to the touch. A table – cheap, the kind that could fold up and you’d see in a hotel’s convention hall – sat in the center. I sat at the head, and Mary sat across from me. All the sluts: Alison, Desiree, Violet, April, Jessica, Lillian, Xiu, and Korina, along with Willow, Sam, and Candy, took their seats. The people I most trusted. My wife, our sluts, our doctor, and our Vizier and her assistant.

My family. We were a strange group, but I loved them all, though I loved one far more than the others.

There was no electricity inside the Matmown, there could be no holes in the walls to run a wire. It would break the containment. The only opening was the door, designed to seal shut and be impregnable from the outside. Sam thought of everything: floor lamps, enchanted to glow without power, stood in the room’s corners; space heaters struggled to lessen the chill; and the chairs had built in seat warmers.

I don’t understand how she does it, her explanations always went over my head.

“Okay Mary, what have you been holding back?” I asked my wife, eager to finally find out her big secret. The last six weeks had been almost unbearable at times.

Mary took a deep breath. “Mark, we have started something terrible.”

Terrible? I knew Mary had some guilt over the way we treated people in the beginning. But terrible was a little much. “What do you mean?”

“Lucifer and the other demons are trapped in the Abyss, but their prison is weakening. Because of us.” I could see guilt in her emerald eyes. “As more and more people worship us as gods, the prison grows weaker. Maryam told me that you would kill Lilith, and that would be the final straw. Lucifer would be free.” She looked at me, her eyes pleading. “Free to wreak havoc on this world. Because of us. And it won’t just be the Devil. All the demons will be unleashed.

I could see looks of stunned disbelief on the sluts’ faces. They didn’t want to believe their masters would cause such a problem. Hell, I didn’t believe we could cause such a problem. “Are you saying that I’m causing the end of the world?”

“We are,” Mary corrected. “I’m just as culpable, Mark. You may have led, but I’ve willingly followed you.”

“Then why are we making people worship us?” I asked her. “And trying to rule the world, Mare? Shouldn’t we be telling people to stop worshiping us?” Could I really give that up though. That wonderful high as a thousand people cry out your name in worship?

“Maryam told me that the prison was weak enough. Getting more people to worship us isn’t going to change that? But if we unite the world, we might have the power to challenge the demons if they get out.” She swallowed. “And a confrontation with Lilith is inevitable.”

“It is interesting that killing Lilith is the trigger,” Sam said.

“What?” I asked her.

“Well, she was the first woman created, made of the dust of the earth just like Adam,” Sam explained. “She was the first Warlock. The first human soul condemned to the Abyss. She grew powerful after all those millennia imprisoned. Her death, her blood, would be very powerful. She is a mix of both worlds now.”

“So we don’t kill Lilith,” Violet said. “If she lives, Lucifer cannot be summoned.”

“That’s great!” Xiu exclaimed, her heavy tits jiggling. “We just have to capture her.”

It couldn’t be that simple, right?

“Capture Lilith?” Lillian snorted with derision. “Yeah, that’ll be easy.”

Violet blushed and looked down. Mary glared at Lillian. “You don’t need to talk to your fellow slut that way,” my wife snapped. “Tonight, you will report to me for your spanking.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lillian answered, looking contrite, but a small smile played on her lips. Xiu wasn’t the only slut that enjoyed Mary’s spankings. “I’m sorry, Violet. Do you still love me?”

Violet rolled her eyes as Lillian fluttered her eyelashes at her. “I do.”

“So, how do we capture her?” Willow asked.

“Isn’t that what the Legion is for?” Jessica asked. “We know she’s in Seattle. Let’s send in the troops. They’re supposed to be gifted with certain advantages in fighting monsters because of the Ragily bond.”

“But what if something goes wrong,” Mary objected. “What if she accidentally gets killed?”

“Do we have an alternative, mi Reina?”

“No,” Mary stated. “But the Mother Superior hinted that there was a way to trap Lucifer when he first crosses over. She said the answer lies in Qumran.”

“What’s Kumrum?” April asked. “It sounds like a drink.”

“A dirty drink,” Lillian giggled. “Cum-rum. Mmh, sounds delicious!” Lillian threw her arm around April’s shoulder. “Me, you, and your cute girlfriend should find a hunky guy and give it try.”

April flushed, glancing at Violet, who shifted nervously. April has a girlfriend? Who was she? “We’re pregnant, Lillian,” April pointed out.

“Right,” Lillian sheepishly grinned. “So I’ll enjoy the rum and you can enjoy the cum!”

“Sure,” April sighed.

“We’ll have so much fun!” Lillian declared.

“Khirbet Qumran,” Sam interrupted testily, “is a series of caves in the West Bank where the dead sea scrolls were found. Many of the texts predate the New Testament and not all have been released to the public. The traditional view is that they were penned and stored by the Essenes, who…”

“Yeah, that’s what the Mother Superior said,” Mary interrupted before Sam could get into one of her long lectures. “The Creator safeguarded the knowledge at Qumran.”

Candy sighed and looked at Sam. “I guess we have more traveling to do. Hopefully, no monster will try and eat us this time!” There was a bitter, almost accusatory tone to her voice; Sam shot her a warning look.

“We’ll send you some protection,” I reassured her. We should have given them a few of the bodyguards on their first mission, but Mary thought keeping it low-key would let them fly under the radar. “It’ll take a few days to arrange things with the Israelis. Right, that’s where Qumran is?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, the West Bank. Though the scrolls are housed at the Museum of Jerusalem in a specially created…”

“So we need to capture Lilith, and quickly,” I said, heading off her long-winded explanation. “Hell, if we can capture her and lock her up somewhere, we can avoid the entire problem.”

“It’s bold, I like it,” Alison smiled. “She killed Karen, I say we lock the bitch up in a tiny cell for the rest of her life!”

“You could pierce her nipples, attach a leash to the piercings, and walk her like a dog,” Xiu sighed, tugging at her own nipple piercings. I had a feeling that’s something Xiu would like.

“That’s how you broke Karen, Master,” Korina nodded. “Shove that dog-tailed butt plug up her ass, and treat her like the bitch she is!”

“That would be very satisfying to see, mi Rey!”

“I would love to watch Mistress spank her bottom,” Jessica added. “I love watching you paddle a naughty slut’s ass and make it glow red.”

“Make that ass black and blue,” Lillian laughed. “Don’t go easy on her! And we should piss on her! Make her sleep in the puddle like the piece of filth she is!”

“No! We should tie her up and let the entire Legion fuck her cunt!” Violet declared with more force than I’ve ever heard the shy girl use. “She hates men; I say, let every man in the world fuck her! For Karen!”

Tears glistened on Violet’s face and everyone fell silent, remembering our short time with Karen. April reached over and grabbed Violet’s hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn’t hesitate to give her to Lilith.

I learned the hard way to never trust a demon. My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I would make Lilith pay for Karen.

“It’s risky, Mark,” Mary said, breaking the silence.

“Well, it needs to be done. She’s already sent the Dimme to kill me and the Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with.” Fear gripped me; what if she sends her next monster after you, Mary? I couldn’t risk that. Lilith had to be neutralized.

“Seattle is her base of support,” Willow said. “What if we took that away from her?”

“I bet that Lamia woman we’ve seen with the Mayor of Seattle is her,” Jessica interjected. “Think about it; he’s gay and then this absolutely gorgeous woman appears, and he falls for her. I feel like this is Lilith.”

“We definitely need the Legion,” Korina said. “Master, you are powerful, but you’ll need soldiers to occupy the city.”

“Aren’t we moving too quickly?” Mary objected. “We haven’t learned how to deal with Lucifer if something goes wrong.”

“That could take a while,” Sam responded. “I mean, there is a lot of material found at Qumran. Some of it hasn’t even been made public. It could take me months to sift through it.”

“Then we should wait months,” Mary concluded.

I frowned at my wife. “But Lilith is already causing problems. We need to go into Seattle, and at least find where she’s keeping those monstrous daughters of hers.”

“How, Master?” Jessica asked. “We summoned Karen, and she couldn’t help us. Lilith has her location warded somehow.”

Xiu snapped her fingers; realization had a smile playing on her lips. “I bet the answers are in city hall. She needs to control the mayor for some reason. I bet there are city records that could point to where they’re hiding. They probably need a big building.”

“Of course. The City owns hundreds of buildings.” Jessica’s caramel face shown with excitement.

“Right!” April exclaimed. “And the government keeps records on everything!”

“Let’s send the Legion in and flush the bitch out!” Alison exclaimed. “She tried to kill Master.”

Next to Alison, Desiree pounded her fist on the table. “Let’s exterminate her entire verminous brood.”

“Sounds great, I say we do that.” I looked at my wife. “We’ll capture Lilith, and put down her foul children.”

“It’s too risky,” Mary objected, heat in her voice. “You’re being brash, Mark. The stakes are too high to afford a mistake.”

“We’ll be careful,” I told her, taken aback by her objections. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, it’s just…” she trailed-off, a helpless look on her face.

“You just don’t think I can do this?” A bitter feeling spread through my stomach.

“It just too important to take chances. Please Mark, reconsider.”

“She tried to kill me,” I pointed out, my anger bubbling back up. Why couldn’t she see how simple this was? “She killed Karen, and you just want to let her live. Don’t you care?”

She slammed her hand down on the table and glared at me. “Of course I care! I loved Karen just as much as you did! She was ours, and that bitch took her away! But the World, Mark. All those lives. What if something goes wrong?”

“That’s why we’ll be careful. But we have to do this. She’s growing too powerful. It may be too hard to dislodge her in a few months.”

“I say we wait,” Mary stubbornly said. “It’s stupid to rush this.”

“So I’m being stupid?” I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she being so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

“I didn’t say that, Mark,” she spat. “But you’re being a pigheaded fool!”

I grit my teeth. “Now what?”

“Let’s vote,” she declared. “Everyone give your honest opinion. Who says we wait?”

Jessica quickly shot her hand up, and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow’s hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. “That Alukah almost killed us both,” Candy answered. “I’m with Alison and Desiree! Let’s capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!” Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. “I guess I’m not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary,” I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as I said it; Mary flinched in hurt anger.

“Fine,” she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair and stalked away. “It’s only the World!”

“Wait, Mistress,” Jessica said, and followed Mary out the door.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew I should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. “Close the door,” I barked. Xiu scurried to close the door and sat down.

“We…um… should get General Brooks in here,” Xiu suggested uncomfortably. General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. “This afternoon. Is there anything else?”

Sam shifted in her seat. “Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?”

“No,” I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

“Candy is concentrating on Warlocks,” Sam explained. “The bob is enchanted with a divining spell.” Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the US right on the city of Paris, Texas. “See, she’s detected the Ghost of Paris,” Sam explained. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. “This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock’s soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc.”

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the US. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it fell on Cuba.

“We need to do something about this,” I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

“Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master,” Alison volunteered. “Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion and we’ll start hunting them down. Most can’t be that dangerous. We’ll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell.”

“Please, mi Rey?” There was anger and pain in Desiree’s brown eyes. “We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down.”

Alison nodded vigorously. “We’ll make them all pay, Master!”

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. “I’ll discuss it with Mary.”

“Thank you, mi Rey,” Desiree said, hatred shining in her eyes. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she’s had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison seemed to burn with an even more intense fury than her wife.

“Let’s call it a wrap,” I yawned. “I think we all could use some sleep.”

Upstairs, the bodyguards wouldn’t let me into my suite. “Mistress said not to,” she apologized.

“Out of the way,” I ordered and they froze. Conflicting orders would do that. I sighed and rescinded my command.

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Mary Glassner

I was furious at Mark.

It was bad enough that he wouldn’t listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn’t he see how dangerous this was? The World was at stake! We had to go slow! We had to be careful! I stalked to the elevator, and jabbed the up button.

“Come on!” I snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

“Mistress,” Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

“What?” I wearily asked. On top of my anger, I was tired. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing was exhausting.

“You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage.”

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features. “I think I’d like that.”

We rode up the elevator in silence and I gazed at her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged; we had reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me. “Do not let Mark in,” I ordered them. “He’s in the doghouse.”

“I…um…yes, ma’am,” the Black bodyguard stammered.

They opened the door to the suite. I led Jessica through the main room, to our bedroom. Once inside, I stretched, walked to my dresser, and opened my jewelry box. I took off my silver locket, diamond stud earrings, and a ruby bracelet, leaving only my bronze amulet and wedding ring on. Jessica unzipped my dress and I let it fall to the floor. I looked down at my belly, and stroked my baby bump; my mood improved a bit thinking about my unborn child.

“Shall I start, Mistress?” Jessica asked, returning from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil in her hand.

“Hmm?” I asked, frowning at her. “Oh, right, the massage.”

Yawning, I walked to the bed and laid down on my belly. The mattress dipped as Jessica crawled onto it. She straddled my legs, right below my butt. I jumped and shrieked as the cold baby oil dripped onto my back.

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“It’s okay,” I muttered.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders, driving the tension away with her gentle, yet firm, pressure. I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch. Her thumbs pressed into the my flesh, moving in slow circles, driving all the anger at Mark away, and I let myself drift into contentment.

She worked lower and lower, hands flanking my spine. Her body shifted down my legs as she worked closer to my buttocks. Her hair tickled as it brushed my plump butt as her fingers rubbed the strain out of my lower back—the pregnancy was starting to give me backaches. Her lips were cool as she placed a kiss on my right butt-cheek before her oily hands slid down and gave each globe a good squeeze. Her fingers dipped into my crack, brushing my asshole and teasing me under the guise of her massage.

With firm pressure, she rubbed down my right leg, working my thigh and calf. Lifting my foot up, her tongue teased my toes and shivers of pleasure ran up my leg to moisten my pussy. My breath quickened, and soft sighs escaped my lips as her tongue explored my toes and her fingers massaged my foot.

After repeating her wonderful service on my left leg, she told me to roll over. I could see the desire in her deep, brown eyes. “So beautiful,” she whispered, running her hand across my pregnant stomach, between my breasts, and up to my neck. Her hair brushed my cheek as she knelt above me, her breasts hanging down, her nipples inches from brushing my flesh.

Her kiss was gentle at first, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. I turned my head, sliding my tongue out to brush her lips, to taste her sweetness. As my tongue invaded her mouth, our lust grew, and Jessica settled her weight upon me. Our nipples kissed, two hard nubs striking against each other like flint on steel, and sparks of pleasure ignited the passion inside me. I wasn’t so pregnant that I had to worry about someone being on top of me. My hands stroked her back, down to her firm ass, pulling her between my spread legs, until our pussies touched and electricity sparked between us.

Her ass flexed beneath my hands, pushing her clit up through my slit and nudging my pearl. Again and again her ass flexed; every kiss of her clit on mine brought a burst of passion inside me. Her fingers stroked my cheeks as she kissed me harder, fiercer. Our hips found a rhythm, fucking each other slowly, savoring the pleasure.

I had to be on top. I held her tightly, and rolled us over. Her thighs parted and I settled my cunt against hers. Sitting up on my elbows, our nipples just brushing, I writhed my hips, driving my clit through her pussy. A moan, low and throaty, escaped her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my back and sides, trailing fire wherever she touched.

“Yes,” she purred. “Pleasure me, Mistress! Your beautiful pussy feels like wet silk!”

My hips moved faster. Memories of the afternoon when I had a cock flooded my mind. This would feel so much better if I had dick; a hard shaft plunging in and out of her velvet-wet cunt. That glorious ache, that need to spill my seed, building in my loins. I loved being a woman, I loved the powerful, encompassing orgasms that filled my entire groin. But that urgent need of a man, the way all the pleasure built up at one point—the head of your cock. Building and building until it erupted out of you had been a wonderful feeling. I understood just how desperate a guy could get to fuck a woman.

“Fuck me!” Jessica panted. “Yes, yes! I love it! Make me cum, Mistress!”

I could do it. I just had to bring us both to orgasm while tribbing her. I just had to utter Shophkah as we both shudder in ecstasy. I would gain my very own cock I could summon or dismiss at will.

What about Mark?

I rubbed faster against Jessica. I burned to have a cock. I didn’t care if he would find it disgusting, find me disgusting. I needed to have it. I really ground into her, ignoring the objecting voice in my mind. After Mark’s petty comment, it would serve him right. The anger fueled my hips; I growled like an animal, slamming my cunt into hers, not caring if I was bruising her, bruising me. I had to cum, I had to have my cock.

*Mare, I’m sorry,* Mark’s thought suddenly filled my mind.

I ignored him, and kept tribbing Jessica. I was almost there, almost to the pinnacle of my passion. “Cum with me,” I growled like a hungry tiger at Jessica. “Cum my little slut! I want to feel your cunt flooding me with your passion.”

*It was stupid of me to taunt you. I was just frustrated. It seemed so clear what we should do and I was surprised you didn’t see it! C’mon, talk to me.*

I was about to cum, about to have my cock. Jessica convulsed beneath me, her orgasm writhing through her. I drew my clit back, rubbed it up her slit, up to her little button. I nudged our pearls together, and the passion exploded throughout my body.

I opened my mouth to say that one word that would change everything.

*I love you, Mare.* I could feel the depth of his love, the depth of his guilt, in his thought.

I couldn’t jeopardize that just for the thrill of having a cock.

I collapsed atop Jessica, shaking as my orgasm quaked through me. Breathing heavily, I rolled off of her, staring up at the ceiling. God, what did I almost do? Is this why Lilith told us about the Magicks of the Witch of Endor? One last trap? One last temptation for me?

*Let’s talk,* I sent back. *I’m in our bedroom.*

*The…um…guards won’t let me in. I don’t want to, you know, hurt them.*

Jessica glanced at me with a contented smile on her face. “Mark’s outside the suite; tell the bodyguards to let him in, then you can go.”

“At once, Mistress.”

Mark entered the room looking as contrite as a young boy about to be scolded. He walked over to the bed and knelt down, grasping my arm. I almost pulled away from him; I was still just a little angry at him.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you or taunted you,” Mark admitted. “Lilith scares me. I’m afraid she’s going to hurt you. I couldn’t bear that.” There were tears in his eyes. “I would do anything to protect you, risk anything.”

My heart softened; I grasped his face, pulled him down, and kissed him. “I forgive you.”

He relaxed, tension melting out of his shoulders and face, and I pulled him up into bed with me; we hugged. “I really think we need to neutralize her power. And kill her daughters. I’m not sure we can wait that long.”

He was right. I sighed, “I know.”

“We’ll be careful, move slowly. Take no risks.”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here,” I reminded him. I snuggled closer to him. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him about my desire, then snapped it shut. I could still remember the disgust in his eyes the first time he saw Lilith conjure her cock, and the relief he felt when I lied and said I wasn’t interested.

“What?” he asked, a little wary.

“Nothing,” I sighed.

He pressed, stroking my cheek. “What, Mare?”

I bit my lip, took a deep breath. “I was thinking about the day Lilith gave me a cock.”

Mark stiffened for a moment. “Okay,” he carefully said. I could feel the tension ratcheting his body tight.

“Sometimes…” I took a deep breath. “Sometimes I think about having one again.”

He looked at me, his mind whirling. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“It would make you uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s kinda hot watching Sam, but…”

“It’s weird.”

He nodded. “If it’s something you really want… I guess I could adjust.”

I smiled at him. “No, it’s not something I really want. I just think about it sometimes.”

He relaxed. “I would still love you,” he whispered. “Nothing could change that.”

But would you still desire me? I didn’t want to find out. “Kiss me,” I told him, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

He hesitated until my thumb brushed the head of his cock, and then his lips glued to mine and I lost myself in the the feel of his lips, the scratch of his whiskers, his musk. Why ruin this? I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me. I may have wanted to be on top when tribbing Jessica, but it was so much more pleasant to be on the bottom to get fucked by Mark, feeling his comforting weight on top of me.

I would have to enjoy this as much as possible. Once my belly grew too big, we’d have to find other positions to use to make love.

My legs parted, and I guided him into me. Glorious pleasure coursed through me as his cock sank into my wet depths. My nipples rubbed on his muscular chest as he gently made love to me. His cock drove away my dark fantasy as it pumped inside me. How could I want my own dick when I enjoyed Mark’s filling me up so damned much?

I slid a hand down to his ass, gave him a squeeze. My husband picked up the pace. My hips rotated, driving up to meet his thrusts. His hand caressed my thigh, moving up to brush my baby bump, then I sighed as he found my breast; his fingers tenderly played with my nipple. The pleasure radiated out, mingled with the fire burning in my cunt.

My orgasm was long, gentle, and I shuddered as my husband kept spearing me. I moaned into his lips, and savored the power of his thrusts. His strokes grew harder, churning me up as his pleasure mounted. I couldn’t wait to feel his cum filling me. Another orgasm quickly built within me as my clit mashed into his groin, sparking pleasure throughout my body.

His butt flexed beneath my hand as I inched my fingers down his crack. I found his asshole, teased it gently. His thrusts grew more urgent as I slipped a finger inside his ass, questing for his prostrate. I found it, massaged, and Mark slammed hard into my cunt, his body going rigid above me; I reveled in that fantastic feeling of his cum squirting into me. My pussy clamped down on his cock as my second orgasm exploded hard through me.

“Umm, that was delicious,” I purred, nuzzling his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, rolling off me.

I smiled, snuggling into him. “Will you hold me while I sleep? I don’t want to have any nightmares, my love.” I placed my head on his chest, taking comfort from his heartbeat, his breathing.

His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me, protecting me.

Loving me.

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Monday, November 11th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

It was eerie watching Predator drone footage of Seattle. It was IR, white on black, and all the people seemed black smears against bright streets. A green box was centered on one woman – Lamia, who appeared to be controlling the Mayor of Seattle, Craig Erikson, for the last two months – walking into a dilapidated warehouse in the industrial part of Seattle near the port.

To think finding Lilith would be so simple. The warehouse was warded with spells, and Lamia took a circuitous route to it, checking carefully for tails. All it took to follow her was a remotely piloted aircraft orbiting high above Seattle, almost impossible to spot with the naked eye. It didn’t matter how careful she was, the drone had her in its sight, the software on board capable of recognizing her face and tracking her across the entire city.

Lamia, a beautiful, otherworldly beauty. We were pretty sure she was Lilith.

“We’ve seen her go to this warehouse twice, my Lord,” Colonel Abbey, the G3, or operations officer, for the Legion stated. “We’ve parked a drone over the warehouse, and women have been streaming in and out of it all weekend. There are sentries posted on the roof, and others guarding the entrances. We didn’t see any weapons in evidence.”

“They’ll be Lilith’s daughters,” Sam supplied. “They are weapons. All of them will be extremely dangerous. Even with the Legion’s blessings from Mark, your men will have a tough battle.”

“My men can handle it,” General Brooks, the commander of my Legion, stated with confidence.

We were all seated in the Matmown. Mary and I, our sluts and advisers, and General Brooks and his staff, watching a TV that had been set up. Because the room was made of iron, radio signals inside here were spotty at best. No wires could be run through the walls for fear of compromising the integrity of the room, so we couldn’t watch any live Predator drone feeds. The TV itself was powered off a ‘Baghdad Battery’ as Sam dubbed her latest invention she had created over the weekend. It put out the power of a small generator, without filling the room up with carbon monoxide and killing us all.

It was also a lot quieter than a generator. Which was a blessing given that we were in an iron box.

“Is your plan ready, General?” I asked.

“Yes, my Lord. Colonel.” The General motioned to Abbey.

Colonel Abbey rolled out a map, quickly unfurling it. He placed weights on the corners to hold it down. It was a detailed map of King County, and there were numerous markings and lines drawn around the city of Seattle that seemed to indicate troop movements. And ship movements. There were markings in the Puget Sound and Lake Washington. The City of Seattle sat on an isthmus with Puget Sound and Elliot Bay on its west side and Lake Washington on its east side.

He ran through the plan in a few minutes. It was really simple. Units would be deployed to cut off Seattle along Highway 405 in the south and Highway 104 in the north. Other units would guard the two floating bridges that crossed Lake Washington while the Navy would blockade the Port of Seattle. Other units would occupy the city itself, taking key points: the Mayor’s house, City Hall, Seattle P.D. precincts, and the warehouse.

“Make sure your men know whom they’re shooting at,” I ordered. “Lilith must not be killed. Any extraordinarily beautiful women should be captured, no matter the cost.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Colonel Abbey nodded.

I glanced at Mary; I could tell she still wasn’t happy about attacking so early, but she nodded her head. “How soon can we attack? Tonight?” I asked.

“We’re ready for that, my Lord,” General Brook answered.

“Won’t Lilith spot the troops getting ready?” Jessica asked.

“We’ve been doing training operations,” Colonel Abbey responded, “to mask our readiness preparations. The planning itself was done in the HP, and our officers will be briefed this afternoon in it.”

“HP?” I asked.

“It’s what the military call a Matmown. You know, ‘hidden place’, HP.” Sam explained. When building the Matmown in our hotel room, Sam had duplicate metal panels made, just in case. The extras were used to assemble one at I Corp headquarters on JBLM.

A smile creased General Brooks grizzled face. “We do love our acronyms.”

“Who is going to govern Seattle once Mayor Erikson is removed?” Xiu asked.

“Someone we can trust,” I put in.

“How about Jessica,” Korina suggested. “She knows Seattle, and has contacts from her days as a reporter.”

Lillian grinned. “She’s the best slut for the job.”

“I’ll do it, Master,” Jessica nodded.

I looked at her. “You sure? It will be dangerous.”

“Korina is right, I do know the city.”

“Give her a group of soldiers to guard her,” Mary said.

“A platoon of Rangers?” Colonel Abbey suggested.

“Do it,” Mary commanded.

I looked at Sam. “Is your trip all arranged?”

“Yeah, the Prime Ministers of Israel has been very helpful in arranging things with the Museum of Jerusalem. Candy and I’ll leave tomorrow around noon.”

“With that platoon of soldiers you promised,” Candy interjected.

I nodded. “It’s all taken care of.”

“Is there any other business?” Mary asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alison interjected. “Desiree and I have selected our first Warlocks to track down.”

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Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Lilith – Seattle, WA

The damned soldiers were continuing their exercises past midnight.

I watched the bustle of activity at Joint Base Lewis-McChord, hoping to find some clue to Mark and Mary’s plan. They spent the weekend doing drills. And spent all day today showing no sign of stopping. Their damned military was always training! How could I tell if they were mobilizing to attack me, or doing another stupid exercise?

This was pointless! No army could attack at night! So I gave up watching for the day and retired to my body. I was stiff when I returned to myself. I had spent hours in the Shadows watching today, and my body protested at the inactivity. I stretched, pushing away from my desk, and walked out of my office in the warehouse.

At least Mark couldn’t know about this place. It was carefully prepared with spells to keep out his ghosts. The protections weren’t as powerful as a Matmown, but they would keep Mark from using necromancy to find us.

“My Goddess,” Chantelle yawned, rubbing her eyes as she stood up from the secretary’s chair.

“Has Lamia returned?” I asked. Lamia was my favorite daughter, the most beautiful and enchanting of all of them.

“Yes, my Goddess,” Chantelle murmured. “She awaits in your bedchamber.”

“And that foolish man is being watched?” I could see the hint of annoyance in Chantelle’s eyes. I asked this question every time Lamia was away from the mayor of Seattle. I didn’t want any sloppy mistakes.

“Fiona is watching him, my Goddess.”

“Good, good, you may retire for the night.”

Chantelle bowed, smiling. “Thank you.”

“I’m sure your wife will take care of that,” I said as I swept past. I could smell Chantelle’s lust, and feel her cock harden as she summoned it.

I walked through the halls; even this late at night it bustled with activity. My daughters bowed to me: Lani, barely visible as she crouched in the shadowed corner; Basu’s forked tongue flickering out with affection; Agas, her left eye bulging yellow; the air about Haka alive with static energy; gaunt Vera, who looked on death’s door; beautiful Jeh, almost as beautiful as Lamia, almost; Tir’s tawny hair, nestled with black, vulture feathers; and many more. Their mothers fell to their knees as I passed. I paid them no heed. They birthed my children; I had no further use for most of them.

Young Crystal, the daughter of Babylon, knelt before my bedroom door. She was my chambermaid for the night, and she carefully removed all my jewelry, then gently undressed me, and finally combed my silvery hair. All the while, Lamia stretched out in my bed, her ripe breasts rising from her supine form. She toyed with her purple hair, her legs parted just enough to hint at the promise of her pussy—teasing me.

I rose, summoning my cock and Lamia’s eyes fell hungrily on it. “Umm, is that for me, Mother?”

It was my reward, how I controlled my daughters. They knew the ecstasy of my touch awaited them from the moment they were born—so long as they pleased me. And they would do anything to experience my embrace. They were as faithful as my other daughters, drowned Eons ago when the the Creator unleashed his Flood. So much death, to wipe my progeny from the earth.

Lamia shuddered as I brushed her nipple with a finger. “Fuck me!” she begged. “I burn for you, Mother! Fuck me!”

I bent down and captured her nipple, sucking on it, and let my Lust ooze into her body. She bucked and writhed as orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm rolled through her. She was incoherent as I mounted her, and drove my cock into the ripe depths of her cunt. She felt wonderful. Lamia almost had my ecstatic touch, and her pussy felt divine, like heaven, on my hard cock.

Her cunt rippled on my cock as I savored her passion. I bent down, our round breasts touching, and I captured my daughter’s mouth in a sweet kiss. Lamia hugged me, raked her fingers down my back, the pain urging me to fuck her harder. She never stopped cumming. Her cunt was delight made flesh, my cock reveling in her moist depths.

I rose up, pulling her legs up and hooking her ankles over my shoulder. I pounded her hard, my breasts rising up and down. My ovaries frothed with passion, bursting with my seed. I slammed in again and again, watching my daughter’s breasts heave with her never-ending orgasm. One more time, and then that explosive release; my cum flooded her infertile womb.

“Mother,” Lamia finally gasped as I pulled out of her.

I was still hard. I rolled her over, spreading the cheeks of her ass. She was tight and rough and screamed her pleasure as I violated her bowels. I leaned over her, my breasts pillowing on her back, and fucked her hard. I could feel my weariness fade, my exhaustion wiped away by the ecstasy of sex.

I was Lilith. I did not need sleep. I just needed passion. Lust.

I grunted, my cum pouring into her tight ass. “Oh yes!” I purred. “Drink my lust!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, Mother, yes!”

Black seed leaked out of her ass when I pulled my cock out. Lamia spun about and engulfed my cock, sucking me into her warm mouth. I gripped her purple hair, and stared down at her mouth obscenely sucking my cock clean. I loved it! Reveled in how depraved it was as I fucked her face. Her fingers wormed into my cunt, duel sensations trembling through me.

“My wonderful daughter! Take it all!” I moaned, shoving my cock roughly down her throat, pressing her nose and lips into my silvery bush.

She moaned, cumming over and over as my Lust flooded her, deliciously vibrating my cock with her passion. Her fingers pumped faster and faster inside me, igniting a fire in my pussy that boiled my ovaries. I pulled my cock out, and sprayed black pitch on her heaving breasts. I admired my gorgeous daughter’s near perfect body – only falling short of perfection when compared to mine – covered in my seed, a radiant smile on her face. Her legs spread; more pitch oozed from her cunt. I mounted her, driving my cock into her sheath.

I fucked my daughter for hours. When she tired, I blessed Crystal with my ecstasy, until the mortal girl was near exhaustion, and then I pounced on my Lamia. I came in every hole she had, fucked her in every position known to woman. My seed oozed black out of her, and more of my pitch stained her skin in ropey strands.

“My Goddess,” a voice whispered urgently.

“What?” I asked, my cock buried in Lamia’s cunt again. Lana knelt beside my bed. When had she arrived?

“Mark’s soldiers are encircling the city, they…”

Zuzu’s loud, piercing screech filled the night from her perch on the roof.

“They are here,” I said calmly, despite my heart hammering in my chest. “You know what to do?”

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Mark Glassner – Special Forces Compound, Joint Base Lewis-McChord

“I’m going, Mark,” my wife declared, her emerald eyes iron with determination.

“It’s not safe, Mare,” I objected. “You’re pregnant. Think about our child.”

“If you’re going, I’m going,” she firmly said. “If you die, so does our child, so it hardly matters.”

I threw my arms up in frustration. “The soldiers are going to need my abilities. They’ll be fighting Lilith’s daughters.”

“And that’s why I should be there! I’ve been practicing my magic.” She reached out and stroked my face. “Please. I can’t just sit here and wait. Not when you’ll be out there in danger.”

“But…”

“It’s settled,” she said, tossing her auburn ponytail. “I’m going, so just accept it.”

“Fine,” I sighed, not wanting another fight with her. “But you stay back.”

“I’ll be fine! I have this stab vest on.” A black vest that looked like a cop’s body armor covered her torso, stitched with angular symbols. “Sam says it’s as effective as your armor.”

“My armor covers more places,” I muttered.

“I’m glad that’s settled,” she said, and kissed me on the lips. “Besides, you’ll be there to protect me.” Then she whispered in my ear, “Last time I saw you fight, I got so excited! My pussy’s dripping just thinking about watching you fight. When we’re done, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

I felt my cock stir in my black fatigues. “Really?”

“Umm, you have no idea how hot you were when you fought Molech,” she purred.

There was a knock on the door. “Sir,” 51’s voice muffled voice said through the door, “General Brooks says it’s time.”

“Summon your armor,” Mary smiled. “Look impressive for your troops.”

The gold armor materialized out of thin air, settling about my body. Outside, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion, 75th Rangers Regiment stood assembled in their battle dress, floodlights illuminating the parade ground. The soldiers looked bulky in their khaki uniforms, body armor, helmets, night vision goggles, belts festooned with grenades, ammo clips, and rifles slung across their chests. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly four AM.

By now the 3rd Combat Brigade (Stryker) would have Seattle surrounded, and would start taking strategic sites in the city by 0430 hours. The other companies of the 2/75 Rangers would be deployed by Black Hawk helicopters at the same time around the city, capturing key locations.

The rangers saluted sharply as I approached the podium. I was nervous, not sure what I should say. “Men!” I shouted. “A grave threat has been festering in the city of Seattle. The demoness Lilith has nested there, birthing a brood of foul monsters. They are stronger than a normal human, faster, with lethal abilities that only your darkest nightmares could birth.

“But do not fear! This is why you swore your service, your honor, and your fidelity to me. I have gifted you with weapons that can hurt these abominations, gifted you with greater strength and reflexes. Tonight, we shall crush Lilith’s monsters, capture the foul bitch, and free the people of Seattle, my people, from her bondage!

“This is America, not some demon’s playpen!” Only a false God’s, I thought, suppressing a stab of guilt. It’s for the greater good.

A cheer went up from the soldiers, and someone shouted, “Rangers lead the way!” and the entire company shouted back, “All the way! Hooah!”

I pulled out my bronze knife and stabbed it into thin air, muttering, “Pasaq!” The tip of the knife seemed to disappear as it sank into the veil between life and death, and I drew a portal to the Shadows. Next to me, Mary did the same thing. This spell wasn’t found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. We learned it from the Patriot that had tried to kill me in Washington D.C. last month. I had been disturbed to learn that there were at least three other books – grimoires as Sam called them – that had working spells in them that weren’t contained in the Magicks.

“Stay close!” I shouted, as the Rangers glanced hesitantly at each other, then poured through the portals.

It was misty on the other side. Chasity and the other dead bodyguards formed up around us. They were always lurking in the Shadows around Mary and me, protecting us from the Patriots. Three times, according to Chasity, they had sent their people into the Shadows to assassinate us.

Distances were different in the Shadows. After only fifteen minutes of marching through the never-ending, gray mists, we reached Seattle and the warehouse. The company knew their orders, splitting off into four groups, surrounding the warehouse. At 0430, we would assault.

It was surreal in the Shadows. The warehouse was as long as two football fields, yet the four groups were practically standing next to each other, waiting for Mary and me to draw the portals. Lieutenants and sergeants were surveying the scene, giving their men last minute instructions on the assault. There was a nervous energy in the air; everyone was unsettled by the swirling, gray mists and the ever-present chill.

My watch’s alarm went off.

I drew the southwest corner portal as Mary started the northeast. It was easier to draw the portal on this side. It took almost no effort. “Human’s don’t belong in the Shadows,” Sam had explained, “therefore it is easier to escape it then to enter it.” I moved to the southeast corner and drew the second portal, then raced to my wife at the northwest corner.

The first soldiers streamed through, weapons readied, and night vision goggles switched on. Mary pulled on a pair of enchanted sunglasses that would let her see as if it was noon. She looked fierce in her body armor, black fatigue pants, and dark sunglasses, with her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail. Fierce and sexy. I pulled on my own pair of sunglasses. Sam did great work; I could see everything clearly as I followed the rangers through the portal, trailed by Mary.

A piercing screech filled the night.

For a moment, everything was silent, and then Lilith’s daughters attacked.

To be continued…

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