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When I was fourteen, my life was a mixed bag. I experienced love, but I was not happy. Read on, and you’ll see why . . .

SEX AND TRAGEDY: My Story: Part 1

The account that you’re about to read is a true story that I’ve put together for a friend. I have tried seeing things from a female perspective, and hope that it comes across well. Names, quite naturally have been changed. This is dedicated to my friend Kinkybitch1

Hi. My name’s Tina and this is my story. It contains sex, love, tragedy and some violence. I’m eighteen now, but was fourteen when it all happened. These days I’m more confident in myself, but that’s all due to my mum. She’s my hero. In spite of everything that happened, I love sex. I’m bisexual, and a kinky bisexual at that. I’ll begin the story in a coffee shop, and as the tale progresses, I’ll tell you of the other things that were going on at the time.

According to some, I’m pretty. I have long dark hair, green eyes and what a good friend calls ‘seductive lips’, with a pleasant smile. My friend says that my eyes ‘are alluring’, and that my eyebrows that tilt up ever so slightly at the sides are ‘perfect’. I can’t see it, though. I just think I look like any normal girl. Oh yes, I have largish boobs. They’re a D cup. My legs are good and my bum he describes as ‘two ripe peaches’. Anyway, enough of that.

I was on my way home from school. I’d just left a friend, who had to go home because her parents were taking her to a show that night. I didn’t want to go straight home. I was meeting another friend – a special friend – who I knew wouldn’t be back for another half an hour because she was getting extra maths lessons, so I went into Brown’s coffee bar. I wanted to sit quietly and look at some schoolwork, but it was busier than usual. I ordered my coffee, paid for it and looked for a spare table. Damn, I thought, there isn’t one! The only space was opposite a man who was reading the evening paper. I had to sit somewhere, and hoped he wouldn’t mind. I walked over to him.

“Would you mind if I sat here?” I said to him.

“No. Please do.” He was in his twenties and had short brown hair. He was good looking and had a nice smile. His brown eyes twinkled in the light from outside.

“Thanks.” I put my bag down and pulled out a book. Looking at it, I wasn’t keen on reading it, but homework had to be done. I sipped my coffee and opened the book. I couldn’t help looking at him. I often looked at older men. The boys at school were all so immature. I’ll bet he kisses well, I thought.

“The Midwich Cuckoos,” he said. “We read that when we were at school. It’s an oldie but a goodie.”

“It seems dull to me,” I said, pleased that he’d shown attention towards me.
“Keep reading. You’ll like it.”
Involuntarily, I smiled. “Okay, I will.”
“You should do that more often.”

What did he mean? “What?”
“Smile. You look sad.”
If only you knew, I thought. I smiled again. “Okay, I will. I’m Tina.”
“I’m Greg.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Greg. So, what do you do?”
“I’m an electrician. What do you do?”
“I’m at –” I suddenly realised he was joking. I chuckled. “Okay, Greg. You got me there.”
“Sorry,” he said, smiling at me. God, he had a nice smile. “I couldn’t resist it.”

We chatted about the book from then on. Greg told me about the storyline and roughly what to expect. The way that he told it, the book sounded interesting, although whether or not it was the book that sounded interesting, or just the way he spoke, I didn’t know. I liked him. I’d heard about younger girls liking older guys, but hadn’t really thought about it as a realistic possibility until then. Prior to that moment, it had just been a schoolgirl fantasy. Maybe there is something in it, I thought, but no! No! Bad thoughts entered my mind.

The time flew past and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I thanked Greg and said that it would be nice to bump into him again because he’d made me think more positively about the book, which I thought I never would.

My friend Wendy lived close to the parade of shops the coffee bar was situated in. We’d been close since starting high school, and saw each other whenever we could. Her parents didn’t get home until five thirty at the earliest, which meant that we had the house to ourselves. As I approached the house I could see her looking out of the window. She greeted me at the door and I went inside, following her up to her bedroom.

Wendy was a little shorter than me and had fair hair that she kept tied back at school, but let it down as soon as she got out of the school gates. She smiled at me and we moved closer. We put our arms around each other and kissed. I just loved the feel of her soft lips upon mine. We held each other more tightly and opened our mouths. Our tongues danced and pirouetted around each other’s mouths and we fell onto her bed.

I put my hand onto her boob, feeling the wonderful firmness. Wendy touched my leg, sensuously running her hand up it, touching my panties. I began pulling her shirt off, feeling the soft warm flesh of her back, unclipping her bra-strap. I opened my legs, melting at her soft touch that always caused me to melt.

Wendy broke away from our kiss and began kissing my neck, feeling my boobs and lifting my bra up out of the way, placing her fingers on my dark pink nipples. I softly moaned at the sheer joy of her touch. Her other hand was rubbing my panties, which were becoming increasingly damp. I lifted my bum in order for her to get my panties off, which she did, and placed her hands on my wiry pubes, making contact with my pink crinkly lips that were begging to be parted and loved.

It felt so good as Wendy moved down my body and put her head between my legs, licked my eager, excited lips. She opened them with one hand and licked my lips whilst inserting a finger into my wet little pussy. I moaned, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of her wondrous touch. I felt a second finger enter me, and she licked my clit, pushing her fingers in and out of my wet little hole. I closed my eyes and put my hands on her head, wishing for her to carry on forever.

“Oh, fuck, Wend’, keep going,”

Wendy continued pushing her fingers into me and tickling my pleasure button with her tongue. I was becoming progressively wetter and could feel my juice running down to my ass. The sensation within my pussy was increasing in strength, my now engorged lips and erect clit, tingling with pleasure and desire. I began moving my hips around, and she continued with her fingers, moving her tongue from my clit and sucking my swollen lips before returning to that button and gliding her tongue around it.

A couple of minutes later I was close to exploding. “Do it, babe, oh, fuck!” Suddenly, my entire body exploded with sheer pleasure and every nerve in my body pulsated with delight. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” My body writhed and bucked around and my naked feet kicked uncontrolledly into the air. Wendy kept her fingers inside my wetness, but moved her head away. She slowed the movement of her fingers and gradually pulled them out as I lay there panting and sighing. She licked my natural lube from her fingers, going back and scooping up some more. She lived my juice just as much as I loved hers.

Whilst I recovered, Wendy took off her clothes. She was wearing that matching set of bra and thong, which were white lace with yellow trim. Her bra was hanging loose. As I looked up, I loved every inch of her. I could see her brown nipples and could make out the dark area of her trimmed pubes that I loved running my fingers through. I quickly stripped off the remainder of my clothes and gestured her down beside me.

She lay down and removed the bra. I smiled at her and kissed her right nipple, flicking my tongue around it and then sucking, feeling its hardness. Wendy gasped. She loved her nipples being sucked, and I loved playing with them. I moved my hands around her lovely firm boobs, feeling the perfect contours, caressing them, loving them. Wendy’s boobs were smaller than mine, being a B-cup, which is perfect because I far prefer smaller boobs. I gracefully slid my hand across her soft flesh, moving down to her legs, which parted. I began licking and kissing her, moving down to her legs and tickling the inside of them around the line of her thong. Feeling the area around her cute pussy wet, I began slipping her skimpy thong down.

Wendy lifted her bottom and put her legs together, and off it came. I began probing my tongue through her hair, licking the top of her slit. Her legs opened, allowing my tongue to glide down to her opening, which was bubbling with her sweet juice. I lapped it up, savouring the nectar of her excitement. I slowly put a finger into her tunnel. She whimpered, running her fingers through my hair. With one hand fondling her boob, and the other stimulating the inside of her pussy, I moved my tongue up and down her clit and flicked her pink triangular inner lips around. Feeling her pelvis move from side to side I pressed my tongue onto her clit a little firmer. She yelped with delight.

Feeling good that she was so aroused, I inserted a second finger into her pussy and felt her move in reaction to the additional girth of my makeshift penis. I edged my fingers in deeper. Her juices were flowing freely now and I could tell that she was close to cumming. I moved my tongue all around her love button, giving her the maximum amount of pleasure, before moving away, teasing her, before going back and getting her going again. I could hear her whimpering, making, “Ah . . . ah . . . ah . . . ah,” sounds.

Suddenly it all became too much and she cried out, jerking her hips into the air and landing back down onto the bed. She closed her legs and moved onto her side, but my fingers were still inside her hole. She breathed heavily as I removed my fingers and began kissing and fondling her sweet looking boobs. I licked her all over and ran my tongue up to her neck and on to her mouth, whereupon we kissed passionately and held each other, looking deeply into one another’s eyes.

We made love a couple more times before I left for home. Every moment I spent with her was magical, and I cherished our time together. It wasn’t just the sex I loved; it was Wendy herself. She was my friend, my lover, and I loved her. Getting dressed felt wrong. I didn’t want to. Reluctantly, we said goodbye and that we’d see each other the next day. At the bottom of her garden path I waved and turned around. It was time to get home, and I really didn’t want to go.

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I slowly walked home, thinking how nice Greg had been, and how wonderful Wendy was. Thinking about them, I felt happy, but I was going home, and for the most part, home wasn’t a good place to be.

I walked into the living room to see my dad sitting there, watching telly. “Where have you been?” he demanded.

“At Wendy’s.”
“You should have come straight home!”
“But mum said I could.” I felt frightened.
“Never mind her! Take your clothes off!”
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. He was going to do it again. Mum was the only one who worked, and she worked all hours. She was constantly tired trying to earn money for us. The result was that she seldom had sex with him, so he decided to get it from me, whether I liked it or not. I didn’t like it! Feeling dirty, I slowly took off my clothes as he watched. I felt so ashamed. I’m not going to give you the details because it still sickens me. I hated him! The way he looked at me wasn’t that of a father looking at his daughter, but that of a man who was consumed by lust and a desire to fuck. He showed no emotion as he looked at me. He sickened me!

That day, though, was his downfall, because mum came home early and caught him. She could see that I was crying, and went mad at him. He tried making out it was all me, but mum isn’t stupid. She was so angry she began hitting him and calling him all the names under the sun, and he didn’t fight back. He put his clothes on and left. Mum phoned the police, who later arrested and charged him.

Life was hell for a long time. Mum felt responsible. She felt it was her fault because she was always working. I tried telling her that it was my fault for not fighting hard enough, but she wouldn’t accept that and said that I should never have been placed in that position in the first place. News of my father repeatedly raping me soon got around. Rather than being supportive and feeling sorry for me, so many of the kids at school barracked me, calling me horrid things, as if it was all my fault. Not everyone was unkind, though. Some friends supported me, Wendy being the most vocal. I loved her so much, and wanted to be with her for ever.

I still enjoyed time on my own, but time with Wendy was special. I felt safe with her. She made me feel good. We didn’t have sex for a good month, but in the end I couldn’t resist her and we made such passionate love one afternoon, cumming over and over and kissing so much that our lips were sore. Well, both sets of lips were sore by the end. I didn’t care, though. It was soreness caused by love.

It was a couple of months later when I saw Greg again. It was a Saturday morning, and I was wearing a black blouse and a black knee length skirt. Seeing him sitting in the window of the coffee shop, I couldn’t resist going in and speaking to him. It was an odd emotion. I really fancied him, but he was a man, and men do horrid things, I reasoned. Nevertheless, I went in and bought my coffee. I felt nervous as I approached him.

“Hello again,’ I said, smiling at him.

For a moment he didn’t recognise me. “Oh, yes. The Midwich Cuckoos. Tina, I seem to remember. How did it go?”

“Not bad. Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Of course not. My word – if I hadn’t seen you in your uniform I never would have guessed that you were at school.”

Feeling flattered, I placed my coffee on the table and sat opposite him. “Thanks. So, what are you doing today?”

“Not much. Going to the shops, tidying my apartment and looking at a problem with my car. How about you?”

“Not much either. So, you’re not seeing your girlfriend?” I didn’t know if he had one, but knowing how good looking he was, it was a fair bet. I hoped he didn’t.

“I haven’t got one at the moment. We split up a month ago.”
I was very pleased. “Oh.”
“Why do you say, oh?”
“Because it’s always horrid when people split up.”

Greg smiled. “I’ll live.”
I don’t know what possessed me, but I said, “Need a hand with the cleaning?”
Greg looked stunned. “Er . . . okay. I could do with some company.”
“Good, cos so could I. Maybe you can tell me your take on that book.”
“Sure,”

I felt good as we walked towards Greg’s apartment. Greg was a nice guy who seemed genuine; in fact I knew he was. We talked about the Australian cricket team and who we considered worthy of a place in the next test match. Greg played for a local team. He was a pace bowler and said that he could bat aggressively as well.

His apartment was only a twenty minute walk, which was pleasant in the warm sunshine. When we entered, I was impressed with how tidy he was. I had been in the bedrooms of boys at school and they were all complete dumps. Greg, though, was an inherently neat person, seemingly with a place for everything and everything in its place. As we talked and cleaned, I began to notice just how sexy he was. He had a super looking muscular body, and his smile seemed to do something to me. I felt a major attraction to him.

An hour later we were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and talking about the book. I had to ask him if he considered me attractive, but I didn’t want to spook him. When he talked he looked me in the eye. I had to do something!

“Greg,” I said slowly. “Do you find me attractive?”
Taken aback, he said, “You’re very pretty.”
“Thanks. You’re good looking as well.”
“Thanks. Er, I’m not sure where this is leading.”

I looked away. “Neither am I. It’s just . . . I don’t know.” I knew that I had to go for it, even if he told me to piss off. “Greg, I’m bisexual. I have a girlfriend, but I want to . . . make love with a guy as well. I don’t like the boys at school; they’re immature. You’re not. I suppose what I’m trying to say is –’

“No,” The way he said it wasn’t harsh, which gave me hope. I had to show him that I was a woman and not a little girl. “Greg, I know what I am and what I want.” I lifted my blouse, proudly displaying my plentiful boobs that were housed in a sexy black bra. “See.”

Greg looked at them, mesmerised. “Very nice, but you’re at school. It wouldn’t be right.”

I lifted my skirt, showing him my legs and lacy black thong. I opened my legs. “Greg, I like you. I don’t do this normally. As you can see, I’m a woman.”

Greg took hold of my hand. “I can see that, but now is too soon. Wait until you know me a bit better. Besides, if we were to do something, we’d need condoms. I don’t have any here. Sleep on it.”

I readjusted my attire. “Okay, but I’m not going to change my mind.”
“You’re a strong minded girl.”
“I am.”
He smiled. “I’ll cook us some lunch, and you can tell me about your girlfriend.”

“Can I see you in the week as well?”
“If you like.”
“Good.” I was happy. Greg had said ‘maybe’, and I was happy with that.

Throughout the remainder of the day we talked about all kinds of things. I could tell that Greg found me attractive, but I also picked up on the fact that due to me being underage, he was ambivalent. Anyway, I had told him how I felt and was satisfied. The events that were to follow weren’t what I had been expecting, but they were good in a strange kind of way.

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It was Tuesday evening, and I was due to meet Greg at his flat. I got home as quickly as I could and jumped straight into the shower, ensuring that I was as fresh as I could possibly be. I put on my sexiest lingerie, choosing a red set with black lace trim. I looked in the mirror, feeling happy with what I saw. I then put on a tight red T-shirt and an above knee black skirt.

I had told my mum that I was seeing some girls from school, purposely not mentioning any names. She knew that I hung around with several, and therefore was happy. I said that I’d get something to eat while I was out, which saved her the job of cooking. Mum used to eat a salad in the evenings, only I preferred something cooked. Leaving the house, I felt good. I was going to get close to a wonderful and sexy man.

Greg greeted me at the door, smiling. I reached up, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled and invited me in, asking me if I’d like something to drink.

“I’ll have a glass of wine, if that’s okay.”
“Drink wine, do you?”
“Yes. I often have a glass. I don’t drink much, though.”

Greg took a bottle from the fridge and poured two glasses, leading me into the living room, where we sat beside one another, chatting about life in general. Greg appeared relaxed, and I hoped that he would see me as a woman, and treat me accordingly. As I sat talking, I allowed my skirt to ride up my legs a little. It wasn’t subtle, I know, but I really wanted him badly.

After half an hour we were chatting freely, so I took the opportunity I’d been waiting for. “So, tell me why you and your girlfriend split up.”

Greg smiled. “To be honest, she wasn’t very adventurous in bed.”
Realising that this was my chance, I said, “I am.”
“Are you, now?”
I moved closer, placing my hand upon his muscular thigh and looking into his eyes. “Yes.”

I moved closer, placing my lips upon his. I felt a tingle of excitement shoot through me. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. We opened our mouths, our tongues making contact and moving slowly around. God, he could kiss well. I stroked his thigh. Greg put one hand upon my knee, and ran his other up and down my back. We flopped sideways onto the sofa, lost in our kiss. I moved my hand up his leg, touching his crotch. I could feel that he was hard. Becoming yet more relaxed with me, he moved his hand up my skirt, softly rubbing my thigh and making contact with my thong.

Suddenly, all those memories of my father entered my head, and I’m ashamed to say that I freaked out. I jumped up, saying, “No, I can’t do it. It’s too soon. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Noticing the tears in my eyes, Greg looked worried. He stood up. “What’s up, Tina?”
“I can’t. It’s too soon. I can see . . . him.”
“Who?”

With tears rolling down my cheeks, I collapsed down onto the sofa, gesturing for Greg to join me, which he did. I then told him of how I had been forced into sex with my father. Telling it to someone else seemed to ease my mind. Greg was really understanding and told me how brave he thought I was, and that he wasn’t surprised that the memories had assaulted me so violently.

“The odd thing is,” I said, looking at his pretty features, “that I’ve started making love with Wendy, again, and it feels so good. I just feel so stupid.”

“Don’t. Look, I’m sure that you’ll get over it and start to relax with guys.”
A thought entered my head. “What if I asked Wendy to come along?”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Yes. You’ll like her, and she likes guys as well.”
Greg looked doubtful. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“She’ll come. I said that I was meeting a guy, and she called me a jammy cow. I’ll call her.”

Greg looked at me in a peculiar fashion as I made my call to Wendy. She was glad to hear from me, but sounded worried when I told her what had happened. I then asked her if she would come around. Excitedly, she said that she would, and that she wouldn’t be long.

Greg made us a coffee while we waited for Wendy to arrive. I told him how we had sex whenever we could, and how natural it felt between us. Greg smiled, telling me that I was lucky to have someone who was as close and caring as Wendy.

Wendy arrived twenty minutes later. I greeted her with a warm kiss, thanking her for coming. She was wearing a vest-top and a short skirt, looking sexier than I’d ever seen her. I turned to Greg and introduced the two of them. I could tell that Greg liked what he saw, yet I could also detect his uncertainty. He was faced with two underage girls who looked hot and horny. He wanted to, but there was doubt written on his face.

“Let’s sit down,” I suggested. “Wendy, you can sit in the middle.”

Wendy smiled at Greg. It was more than obvious that she liked the look of Greg. She sat down, patting the spaces either side of her. After I’d sat down, Greg did likewise, looking rather nervous. He said, “Er, what now?”

“I’m going to kiss my girlfriend,” Wendy said to Greg, “and then I’m going to kiss you.”

Wendy turned to me, running her fingers through my hair, closing her eyes as she kissed me, our mouths opening as we pulled each other closer. Our tongues touched and we ran them around, entwining them. I placed my hand upon her small, pert boob, squeezing and caressing it as Wendy ran her hand up my leg and placed her hand upon my thong, rubbing me. Fuelled with passion, I opened my legs, loving the soft touch of her skilful hand that stimulated me so brilliantly. I could feel my pussy beginning to tingle. Overwhelmed with lust, I pulled her vest-top off and put my hand inside her bra, gently tweaking her nipple, which came to life, standing proud. Desperate to feel more, I pulled her bra up, freeing both of her beautiful breasts, breaking away from our kiss to lick, suck and worship her firm titties.

I could feel that I was becoming wet as I hitched her skirt up and began rubbing her black cotton panties. She lifted her bottom and allowed me to remove them. I slid them down her legs and left them on the floor as she lay there with her legs open. Her pussy was pouting at us, looking desperate for attention. She placed her hand upon it and pulled her lips apart, showing her beautiful pink entrance.

I looked up to Greg. “Like it?”
“Fucking hell, yeah.”

Now naked, Wendy turned to Greg and placed her arm around his shoulder, initiating a kiss, to which Greg responded by running his hand up and down her back. Wendy placed her other hand upon his thigh, moving it immediately to his crotch, where I could see that he was rock hard. Still engaged in a snog, Wendy unbuttoned his trousers, pulling down his zip and revealing his tight briefs, with his cock bursting to get out. She then pulled the front of them down. I watched as his thick circumcised cock sprang out. Greg lifted his buttocks, allowing Wendy to remove his clothing, which he wriggled out of.

Wendy parted lips with him and kissed his neck, licking him down to his nipples. After sucking them both she took hold of his pulsing erection and began stroking the shaft. I estimated him to be around six to six and a half inches. His cock certainly looked good in Wendy’s hand, and even better when she placed his helmet in her mouth. He gasped as he looked down at this beautiful girl sucking and loving his manhood. She cupped his scrotum, moving his testicles around, taking his shaft deeper into her hot and eager mouth. She then moved away from his scrotum, moving her hand under his ass and inserting a finger. Greg jumped a little, and relaxed back down, groaning. She made sure her finger went all the way up. I could tell that she was searching for his ‘sweet spot’.

“Fucking hell, Wendy,” he panted a minute later. “I’m gonna cum.”

Wendy moved her mouth from him and spat on his purple end, working the saliva in with her hand and massaging his length, increasing in speed. Suddenly, he shot his first wad of semen, followed by two more copious ejaculations. He was writhing around in ecstacy, saying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Some smaller shots followed and after fifteen seconds or so, he lay back, breathing heavily. His body was covered in his thick sperm.

“How was that?” Wendy said, rubbing his cum around and licking some.
“Good,” he said, looking down at Wendy’s pussy.
I handed him a tissue. “We’ll make Wendy cum, together.”

I removed my skirt and top, looking down at Wendy’s wet pussy, which she was gently fingering. After removing his testicular produce, Greg moved between Wendy’s legs. I knelt beside her, sucking one of her nipples whilst rubbing her pubic hair, parting her outer lips. Greg placed his hands upon her thighs, and moved his head closer to her wet slit, placing his tongue on her clit. Wendy jumped a little. It was good to see a guy lick her. We’d talked about getting a guy to share, and there we were doing it. Looking at Greg, though, I still didn’t feel confident enough to touch him. I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me or be horrid, but those memories of my Dad came flooding back.

After ten minutes of licking, teasing and fingering, Wendy had the most obvious orgasm I’ve ever seen. She bucked and writhed around, groaning loudly and saying things, although such was the intensity of her climax, I couldn’t make out the words. Finally, Greg and I moved away, leaving her lying there with a dripping pussy.

Turned on by her orgasm, I began fingering around my slit, tickling my clit and pulling gently on my crinkly lips. Greg watched me. His dick was beginning to rise again, which Wendy noticed.

She smiled at me. “I’m going to lick your pussy into next week, while Greg fucks me from behind. How’s that?”

I licked the juice from my fingers. “Do it, babe.”

I saw Greg walk across the room, open a drawer and pull out a purple packet. Wendy looked at him and grinned. “I want that dick all the way up my pussy!”

Greg opened the packet and removed the item, placing it on the end of his hard cock. Wendy approached him and took over, rolling it down his shaft before taking it in her mouth, moving up and down a few times before getting in between my legs. I was on the sofa with my ass on the edge, yearning for Wendy’s tongue to pleasure me. Lovingly, she buried her face into my sopping pussy, licking all around and sucking my inner lips. I jumped with the sheer delight of her perfect touch. I felt my boobs, taking my nipples between finger and thumb, moving them about.

I opened my eyes to see Greg behind Wendy. He got in closer, and I felt Wendy flinch as he entered her. Wendy had been fucked by a guy before, and although she said that he hadn’t been very good, I knew that she wanted more cock. As he began moving rhythmically in and out of her, Wendy moved in time with him, gliding her tongue from my clit to my hole. She then inserted a finger and moved it around. I wriggled around, loving the feeling, and becoming wetter by the second. She inserted a second finger, filling my slippery hole. I pushed myself against her as she thrust her fingers into me and licked on my fully erect clit. I could feel myself tingling all over and continued feeling my boobs. My eyes were closed, and I was in heaven.

I’m not sure how long Wendy was eating my pussy, but it felt like forever. I could feel my juice running from my hole, and my inner lips were engorged. Feeling my orgasm building, I began whimpering and moving around. Wendy knew I was close and fucked me faster, pressing her tongue hard against my love button. Suddenly, my entire body erupted with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever known. I was groaning loudly and yelping with delight. Finally, though, I could take no more and closed my legs, breathless.

As I came to, I could see Greg still pumping into Wendy, who cried out and collapsed onto the ground, falling away from him. Greg’s cock slipped out. Looking down at her, he pulled the rubber of and began jerking his dick. He moved over her and shot his sperm all over her back. After a few large spurts, his cock deposited several small shots, before one more copious rope shot out. He knelt there, looking down at his handiwork.

“Fuck, Greg,” I said. “You do cum a lot. You’ve covered her.”
“Fuck, I needed that,” he said. Wendy laughed.

We sat down for a while, and ordered some pizza. We fucked again an hour later, and we continued to meet for several weeks, and although I never gained the confidence to touch Greg, we had so much fun.

But then disaster struck, and I was completely devastated. Wendy and I were on our way home from school one day, and were laughing and kidding around as always, discussing how we were going to lick and fuck each other senseless. Wendy’s house was across the road and down the next street. We said goodbye, and Wendy crossed the road. As she turned to wave, she didn’t see what was coming. A car, going far too fast, and out of control, hit her. It happened in slow motion, and I remember every second of it. The horror of seeing my friend, my lover, thrown into the air because of a dumb head, was all too much for me. I stood mortified as passers-by ran to her, but there was nothing they could do. My friend, my reason for being, was dead. I knew it the moment it happened. Tears, uncontrollable tears, ran down my face. I stood, unashamedly shaking and crying. For me, it was the end of the world.

Recovering from such a shock took time, and it also took its toll on me. I had been repeatedly raped by my father, seen him thrown into jail, and then saw my best friend killed before my eyes. At the time, I thought that I would never get over it, and in many ways I never did. As time went on, though, I learned to live with it. As for my sex life, that did take a turn for the better. The person in question was my thirteen year old cousin, but that’s another story all together.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into new, slutty behaviour that is slowly transforming her life into that of a fucktoy…

Chapter 23
LAURA’S NEW HOUSE

Laura woke on Wednesday while Erica still slept, which was often the case these days. She crept gingerly from the bedroom and sat down in front of her computer, still as naked as when she had fallen asleep. She was of course required to bare her slutmelons to her blackmailer when using the computer, but seeing as she been forced to install cameras throughout her house to completely forfeit her privacy to him, she thought it would probably make her look stupid and foolish to cover her pussy just to use the computer.

She had been happy to find no new emails over the last few days, but her heart sank when she saw there was one waiting for her today. She read it.

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“From: You-Know-Who
To: The cunt-licking Slutbunny

I understand that today the Mayim Clinic are sending workmen to your house to make it more suitable for a dumb deeply-in-debt fucktoy like yourself. It sounds great. I have consulted with the clinic and arranged for them to go further than they strictly need to for your conversion to heterosexual sex – but every little bit helps, right?

Be a good little cunt-pet and give the workmen something to look at while they work. By which I mean that you are not to wear clothes today. Don’t put a single scrap of clothing on your body until this time tomorrow. Except, of course, for that cute little kitten-collar they gave you.

Also, you look prettier when you’re all slutty. Make sure your cunt is wet when the workmen get there, and every hour on the hour while they’re here you should do whatever it takes to get it wet again.”

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Laura took a moment to think about what she had just read. She was going to do it, of course – nothing had changed to make her any less afraid of her blackmailer or his knife – but she was desperately trying to think of a way to make it less bad. Could she just hide in her bedroom while they worked? No, she would have to answer the door and answer their questions. Could she get Erica to do it? No, Erica had to go work, to secure her “promotion”.

It was really going to happen. Laura was really going to go totally naked in front of strange men, with absolutely no explanation for why she was acting so sluttily. And she was going to do it with her cunt dripping and her whole body asking for sex.

Some part of Laura’s mind had already accepted this, because she realised she was rubbing her pussy already. It felt good. Everything was less awful when Laura was aroused – the humiliations weren’t as traumatic and it stopped her from thinking about the long term implications of her slutty behaviour. She bit her lip and squeezed her pubic mound, then worked her fingers into her fuckhole and began to slowly slide them in and out.

She wished she could just sit here fingering herself forever.

She couldn’t though. With effort, she pulled her hand away from her cunt and closed down her computer. Then she went to wake Erica.

She brought Erica to consciousness by licking the sleeping girl’s pussy until it started to generate its own moisture, and then painfully biting down on Erica’s clitoris. Erica jerked upright in a haze of arousal, pain and fear, which Laura knew was a good way to keep her girlfriend pliable and obedient. She pulled Erica out of bed, showered her (her face still smelled like Laura’s cunt), and then proceeded to dress her. Erica, scared but submissive, let Laura pick out clothes and then obediently put them on, despite the slutty choices Laura was making.

For a start, Erica was going without underwear. Laura had stolen the last of Erica’s lingerie anyway so Erica didn’t have any to wear. She found Erica an old white button-up shirt. It had been through so many washes that it had worn very thin in front, and Erica’s breasts were clearly visible through it, particularly the dark circles of her areolae and her perky nipples. In addition, it had last been worn by a slightly thinner Erica, and now Erica’s somewhat fattier tits bulged against it obscenely. It was designed to be worn with a bra, and looked whorish without one. As a last step, Laura took a pair of scissors and carefully weakened the strings holding all the buttons in place. Erica watched Laura do it and said nothing.

For a skirt, Laura found the shortest one in the closet. In was designed to ride low on the hip, exposing much of the panty line (if Erica had been wearing panties) but the hemline was high too. It mostly concealed the cunt and ass when Erica was standing still, but Laura found with delight that when Erica walked, the motion of her legs caused it to ride up and completely reveal her groin. Erica tried to counteract this by tugging at the hem as she walked, and Laura laughed when this motion pulled the skirt off entirely, making it slip off Erica’s hips and fall to her ankles, leaving her naked from the waist down. There was also no way to sit down in the thing without it riding up to above the hips.

Laura accessorised the outfit with some of her own stockings. Laura didn’t often wear stockings but she had a few. This pair were designed to clip to a garter belt to hold them up. Laura clipped the outer clasps to the inside-top of the skirt, creating an constant elastic downwards pull on the entire skirt that would need to be countered by actively pulling it upwards from time to time, and she clipped the inside clasps onto Erica’s labia, which stretched Erica’s pussy lips outwards painfully and displayed the pink inner folds of her twat in a very attractive way.

The second to last step was a pair of very high heels that left Erica teetering and wobbling. Laura kissed Erica on the lips and told her she looked beautiful, and then gave Erica the last step – one of her aphrodisiac pills. She didn’t even hide this one from Erica – just popped it in her lover’s mouth and told her to swallow. Erica obeyed.

Laura looked at what she had created. Erica looked like a walking invitation to rape – a woman whose only thoughts were of being degraded and fucked – and Laura knew that when the pill kicked in in an hour or so, that’s exactly what Erica would be. There was no question but that her boss would fuck her if he wanted to, and there was a good chance the horny and sluttily-dressed Erica might secure some attention from other men as well.

Laura knew she was sending her lesbian lover to be raped by men – and not even in the controlled conditions under which she had pimped Erica to Michael. It could be traumatic and humliating and maybe unsafe. But Laura really need Erica to win that promotion and get paid more, and besides, the thought of Erica suffering the same job-related harassment and abuse that Laura had been enduring felt satisfying and just. Erica SHOULD have to endure the same things Laura did – that was what girlfriends were for, to share the hard times with you.

And maybe, Laura thought, after Erica had been fucked, she might possibly come home with cum still in her pussy, and Laura could lick it out….

She squashed that thought. It was so insanely slutty. She wasn’t that person. Instead she led Erica to the door, and sent her out to drive to work and be raped by her boss. Then Laura went and sat down naked on the couch and masturbated while she waited for the workmen to arrive.

They turned up a little after nine. The doorbell rang, and Laura went to answer it. By now she was on the edge of orgasm herself. Her tits were swollen, her nipples erect, her cunt slathered with moisture and aching for attention. She felt slutty and embarrassed and was findnig it hard to think straight, but nevertheless she opened the door.

Outside were three men in the typical clothes of tradies. They were neither handsome or ugly – although the youngest of the three might have been cute, Laura thought, if she was into men – but they were certainly very male. And here was Laura, standing nude in front of them, reeking of sex.

“Well, this makes sense,” said the youngest of the three, and one of the others chuckled. Laura didn’t know what they meant by that so she ignored it.

The lead workman said, “We’re here for the installations you asked for. The work order says you go by “Laura” but also “Kitten Tits”. Which would you prefer to be called?”

Laura opened her mouth to say her name, but then stopped. She’d given it up, hadn’t she? To Amy, in exchange for her work name? If she said “Laura” she’d be shocked. She wanted to give them some other name – maybe Erica – but that wasn’t what they had asked. She could only say one thing.

“Kitten Tits,” she said, meekly. She half expected Amy to have not made the change, and for the shock to come anyway, but it didn’t. She was allowed to call herself Kitten Tits.

The man at the back lauged again.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Kitten Tits,” said the lead workman, hiding a smirk. “Should I call you ‘Miss Tits’?”

No, he couldn’t, Laura knew. That wasn’t an allowed name. “No, call me Kitten Tits,” she said.

“And very nice Kitten Tits they are too,” he replied. He had stopped pretending to look at Laura’s face now, and was just staring at her boobs. And her cunt.

“Well, um, I’ll let you get to work then?” she said, and stepped back to let them in. They followed.

Laura had been half-worried the men might just rape her, finding her so obviously sexually accessible, but to her relief they did indeed go to work, albeit while taking every chance they got to stare at her puffy, wet twat and her large fuckbags. But any relief she had evaporated once she saw they word they were doing.

Their first action was to go throughout the house and remove all the doors. They took off the doors to the bedroom, the corridor and the office. The only ones they left were the exterior doors, and the doors to the toilet and bathroom. On both of those they hung a new sign – it was a public toilet “Men’s” sign, denoting a male-only bathroom. They put heavy traffic cones in front of these doors when they were done, blocking Laura’s access.

The effect of removing the doors was that there was nowhere private for Laura to hide in the house while the work was done. She was in full view of the workmen the whole time. By the time the first hour was up, and the workmen had moved onto their second project, Laura realised she was going to have trouble getting her cunt wet again. She had planned to hide in her bedroom and masturbate back to arousal but there was a workman actually IN her bedroom, doing something.

She settled on sitting on the couch in the loungeroom. She had thought she might be able to sit there as demurely as possible and surreptitiously stroke her cunt when no one was looking, but almost as soon as she sat down, she thought “feminist” and found she had an overpowering need to spread her legs. She did so, blushing, and the younger, cuter workman, who was walking past, stopped to look at what she was showing him.

“That’s a nice pussy,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Laura, still blushing. She wanted to close her legs but she couldn’t bring herself to.

“So I knew with all this stuff we’re installing that you were probably kind of… promiscuous,” said the workman, “and if you want to have a little fun when we’re done I’m up for that, but you know you have to pay us in real money too, right?”

Laura panicked. Pay? She couldn’t pay?

“It’s all right,” called the lead workman, from the kitchen. “It’s all paid for already.”

Laura breathed a sigh of relief

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with her when we’re done,” he added.

Laura froze. The man clearly meant it. They were going to fuck her. And why wouldn’t they think that would be all right, the way she was acting? She was practically inviting them to use her.

She could tell them no, of course. That she didn’t want sex with them. But… after the teasing she had given so far – and would probably continue to give – might they not just rape her if she said no? And wouldn’t that be worse?

She wasn’t on the pill. If they fucked her cunt, she could get pregnant.

“I… ” she started to say. What was she going to say? “I can’t fuck you,” she said. Her collar buzzed. It seemed “fuck” wasn’t something she could say a lot. She saw the workman in front of her looking disappointed at her refusal – and angry. She needed to bargain. “I’m not allowed,” she added. “But I can… when you’re done, you can cum in my mouth or on my slutballoons, if you want.”

The workman’s face brightened. “Sounds good!” he said. He stepped forward and grabbed Laura’s left tit before she realised what was happening, and squeezed it firmly and painfully. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “They’re real!”

Laura blushed.

“Get back to worky, Casey,” said the workman in the kitchen. “Fun’s for when you’re done.” Casey, chastened but grinning, blew Laura a kiss, and got on with his work.

Laura took a deep breath, glad to not be raped right now, but scared of what she had promised. Then, abruptly, she realised she no longer needed to masturbate – her cunt was gushing with lubricant already. It seemed her body was enjoying the thought of what she had promised.

With the doors removed, the workmen turned to the curtains. They removed the curtains throughout the house, stripping the privacy from every window. The only room that couldn’t be seen from either the front or backyard became the lounge room, and only then when the front door was closed. Laura watched as they swapped the contents of the bedroom and the office, moving the bed she shared with Erica up the much smaller room that faced onto the street. She realised that anyone walking past would be able to see into her bedroom. The bed was right in front of the window, for maximum display.

Then the younger two workmen went out into the backyard. Laura was reluctant to follow them, naked as she was, but she could see what they were doing through the windows. One appeared to be building an outdoor shower in her backyard, and the other was making changes to the fences that bordered her neighbours’ yards – making them much lower, closer to waist-height.

“Don’t worry, we got permission,” said the senior workman. “We asked your neighbours if they’d be happy to lower their fences to get a better view of the pretty girls nextdoor, and they all said yes.”

Laura was almost glad of the change of rooms now – her neigbours, standing in their yards, would now be able to see right in to the room that used to be her bedroom. Although being visible from the front street wasn’t really better.

The senior workman was going around the house making changes to the chairs, He was adjusting a little under half of the chairs in the house by adding a rigid rubber phallus to them. It sat right in the middle of each chair, poking upright, and it was clear that a girl couldn’t sit on the chair comfortably without allowing the dildo into her cunt. A few of the chairs were given a more elaborate double-dildo, with a shorter protrusion behind that was obviously intended to penetrate the anus.

After he finished the first one, the senior workman invited Laura to try it. She shook her head, embarassed.

“Come on, Kitten Tits,” he said. “You asked for these. We need to know they work before we can sign off on them.”

When she shook her head again, he sighed in frustration, and reached out and grabbed her right tit. He pulled sharply, and Laura found herself stumbling towards him, her breast on fire with pain.

“Stupid little slut,” he muttered. He caught her, took a moment to squeeze her ass and pull her against him tits-first, and then spun her around and pushed her down on the modified chair.

Laura fought him, but not because she harboured any illusions about resisting him. Rather, she feared the length of the dildo, and wanted to ease it into her gently rather than being rudely impaled on it. The workman saw what she was doing, and allowed her to guide the tip between her wet cunt-lips and slowly slide down on it until her ass was resting on the chair.

Laura moaned, unable to help herself. It felt so good. It felt so good to be sitting here, naked, in front of a strange man, with such a hard, firm object filling her fuckhole. The length wasn’t as bad as she had feared – reallly only a little longer than a realistic human dick – and the tip rested against the front wall of her vaginal tunnel, just above her G-spot. She sensed that by bouncing just a little she could make it brush her there in the most exquisite way…

But she couldn’t bounce, because something else had happened. The senior workman had stepped towards her. His groin was in her face and he was taking his cock out.

“I assume this is what you want these chairs for,” he said, “to service all your male friends from.”

Laura tried to shake her head but now there was a hard, naked cock in front of her, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and instead Laura did what she had been trained to do – she opened her mouth. The workman pushed his dick inside, and just like that Laura’ was sucking on a stranger’s cock.

She didn’t care. Her cunt felt good and she could taste cum on the tip of the man’s dick. He wasn’t pulling her hair, though, so she took his hands and guided them to the sides of her head. He got the message, and soon he had a tight fistful of her pink whore-hair in each hand and was pulling her head up and down his rod.

This was what Laura wanted, she realised. She was scared of her blackmailer, and scared of Alistair, and scared of the changes in her life and the changes today in her house. She didn’t want to think about them. And with a cock in her mouth she didn’t have to. She just had to concentrate on sucking it like the machines had taught her, and watching the images on the screen. There was no screen here, of course, but her mind provided one – images of good little whores opening their mouths and pleasing men. On Laura’s mental screen there were no bad pictures – no disobedient bitches with their mouths closed – just good little sluts who knew how to get delicious cum in their mouths.

She bobbed and sucked and licked, losing track of time, until finally she felt her reward. The workman moaned, and sweet, salty cum flooded Lauras’ mouth in waves. She swallowed eagerly, licking and sucking at the tip of his dick to get more, until finally he pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at him, eyes full of gratitude, and said, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock.”

He caressed her cheek. “Any time, Kitten Tits.” He looked genuinely happy, and not disgusted with her at all. He didn’t even seem to be thinking of more ways to hurt and degrade her. It was the most affection Laura had ever received from a man after a sexual encounter, and she fell half in love with him on the spot. She reached for his dick, wanting to suck on it more and give him more pleasure, but he pulled away.

“There’s more work to do,” he said. “I probably shouldn’t have taken my treat early, but those are the perks of being the boss, you know?”

Laura was disappointed. She wanted to do more to thank the man for giving her his cum. She settled for staying seated on the dildo-chair and spreading her legs even wider for him. At least here she’d have no problem staying wet until they were done – the harder challenge was resisting the urge to bounce up and down ever so slightly until she orgasmed.

It took a couple more hours for the workmen to complete their work. The outdoor shower and fences got done, and the dildos were affixed throughout the house – including on one of the couch seats, several of the wooden kitchen stools, her computer chair (of course). and a couple just sticking out of the carpet in corners of rooms. The last surprise was to see the TV in the lounge room removed, and replaced with one of a similar size with an ominous black box screwed to the side.

As the work reached its conclusion, Laura had been getting more nervous, but also more excited. She was out of her mind with lust from being perched on the dildo, her full body on display to strange men. She didn’t want to give them all blowjobs – no lesbian wanted to have group sex with men – but at the same time she did, and the thought of tasting their cum made her pussy clench happily around the dildo. She felt when they were finally finished and took their dicks out of their pants, she might cry and cum at the same time.

So it was with a mixture of shock, relief, and horrible frustration that she discovered she was going to be saved from sucking their cocks. As the work was completing, a second car pulled up in the driveway outside, and the person who got out was Amy. She had come fromt the Mayim Clinic to check on the work.

When Amy came through the door, Laura was scrambling to get off the dildo-chair, somehow under the impression that having a dildo in her cunt in front of Amy was more embarassing than the rest of the circumstances or the things she had done with Amy previously. She was not entirely successful, in her haste, and ended up falling on all fours in front of the chair, the dildo scraping her cunt-flesh slightly as it slid out.

Amy looked amused. She came to stand in front of where Laura was on all fours, and she ruffled Laura’s hair as she might to a dog.

“Are you Kitten Tits today?” she asked. Laura nodded, blushing, climbing to her feet and wishing she wasn’t naked and horny.

“Have you been good for the workmen, Kitten Tits?” Amy asked.

Laura nodded.

“What did you do for them?” Amy asked.

Laura blushed more. She didn’t want to say. But this was Amy asking. She had to tell the truth, didn’t she, or they’d discharge her from the program?

“I showed them my fuckpillows and my sluthole,” she said. “And then I sat on this dildo chair and sucked this man’s cock and he came in my mouth.”

“Good slut!” said Amy proudly, and Laura felt a flush of pleasure.

The workmen had finished now, and they were gathering around expectantly.

“Thank you for your work,” said Amy. “You can go now.”

The younger workman – Casey – said, “Kitten Tits promised us…”

“I don’t care what she promised you,” Amy said. “I’m paying the bill, and you’ll do what you’re payed for. Right now you’re being paid to leave.”

There was a silence from the workmen, and for a moment Laura felt sure that they would slap Amy across the face and then rape her and Laura both. But then the senior workman – the one whose cock Laura had serviced – said, “Right you are. Come on boys, let’s go.”

The other two didn’t like it, but they followed their boss’ lead, and, grumbling, all three returned to their ute and drove away, leaving Laura alone with Amy.

Amy smiled once they were gone, and reached out to caress Laura’s breasts. Laura moaned happily as Amy’s fingers lightly brushed over her nipple. She was still horny and she had been looking forward to having cum in her mouth. She wanted to orgasm.

“Do you like your new house, Kitten Tits?” Amy asked.

“I don’t understand it,” replied Laura.

“Well, here’s the first clue,” said Amy. She took a little remote-like device out of her blouse pocket, and pressed a button on it. Laura’s collar buzzed briefly.

“What is it?” asked Laura, feeling at her collar.

“New instructions,” said Amy. “That apply exclusively inside the walls of this house.”

She took Laura’s house and began to lead the naked girl around the residence.

“Number one,” she said. “Sitting. The combination of your collar and your cunt chit are quite intelligent. They can tell by stress levels, orientation, height, and a range of other facts whether you’re sitting, standing, kneeling or lying down. Each of these dildos installed in your house has an RFID chip in its tip. If your collar detects that you’re sitting down, anywhere in the house, and your pussy chip can’t scan a dildo RFID inside you, you’ll get shocked. That means you’re not allowed to sit down anywhere in this house unless it’s on a dildo. It’ll help train your pussy to get used to having cocks in it.”

“Not anywhere?” asked Laura, distressed. At the moment she actually quite liked the thought of putting a dildo back inside her, but she sensed she might have a different opinion if she wasn’t so horny.

“Not anywhere,” said Amy. “You’ll need to be careful getting on and off your bed. Crawl onto it and off it on all fours – don’t try to sit up on it.”

Laura bit her lip. This didn’t sound good.

‘Number two,” Amy said, “The toilet and bathroom. As you can see, they now say Men Only.”

Laura could, indeed, see that.

“Now, in practice, we can’t stop Erica or another girl from using these facilities, but we can stop you. There’s a sensor inside each that interfaces with your collar. If you set foot in either room, you’ll get a shock. The facilities are intended for your male guests, not you.”

“But where do I go to the toilet?” asked Laura, fearing she already knew the answer.

“Well, you’ve got a girlfriend, and she’s got a mouth,” said Amy casually, smiling. “And you might find that’s enough. But otherwise, you have your backyard. And we’ve built a shower out there so you can wash too.”

“But why?” asked Laura. She didn’t understand what this had to do with making her hetero.

“Well, mostly it’s a special request from your sponsor,” said Amy, and Laura realised that Amy was talking about your blackmailer. “But it has some value. You see, under the hetero-conversion program it’s okay for you to sometimes lez off with a girl. But you need to learn that the primary purpose of a woman is to be sexually available for me, so if you’re living in this lesbian relationship you have to show it off to whichever men want to see it. With this setup, you’ll be in full view of your neighbours when you shower or piss or shit, and they can enjoy the view if they choose to. Oh, speaking of which, there’s a sensor in your backyard, too. It can detect how much interference there is between it and your cunt chip, and give you a shock if there’s too much. What that basically means is while you’re outside you’ll need to keep your pussy bare for the sensor – don’t wear panties.”

She jumped suddenly, as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “And…”

She fished in her purse and brought out something that looked a bit like a labelling gun. She reached over, rested the tip against the upper slope of Laura’s left boob, and pulled the trigger. Laura screamed in pain as she felt something metal fired into her titflesh – and then screamed again, but quieter, as her collar detected the noise and electrocuted her throat and cunt. A moment later, the whatever-it-was in Laura’s tit went off as well, sending lightning pain through her breast. As Laura writhed in pain, Amy grabbed her right udder and repeated the process, injecting another metal something into Laura’s other breast.

“There you go,” she said, as Laura cried and clutched her boobs. “Just like your cunt chip, but for your fuckmelons. It’s pretty hardy and it’s reasonably deep, so it won’t get crushed just by people squeezing your tits. They’ll sync up with your collar and give you shocks just like your pussy chip, and they have a range of sensors as well. Relevantly, they’ll work just like your pussy chip in your backyard, so make sure your boobs are exposed when you’re out the back too. Probably best just to go naked.”

Laura was still crying, so Amy moved in, hugged Laura, and kissed Laura’s cheeks and neck until she stopped. “Good slut,” she whispered. “You’re such a good slut.” And hearing it helped, and Laura stopped crying.

Amy guided them to the loungeroom. “Number three is your TV,” she said. She pulled out her remote and clicked it again. The TV turned on. It was showing a film very like the ones at the Mayim Clinic, full of “good sluts” who spread their legs and sucked cocks and went naked, and “feminists” and “disobedient bitches” who kept their mouths and their legs closed and needed to be slapped.

“This won’t turn off,” Amy said. “It’ll run 24/7. It doesn’t play sound you can hear, although it does have a little subliminal signal that should help you. We’ve put one in your bedroom too so you can see it from your bed. It will automatically update to whatever film reinforces what you’re learning at the clinic.”

“How do I watch normal TV?” asked Laura.

“You don”t, honey,” said Amy. “You don’t need to watch normal TV anymore. It wasn’t doing a very good job of socialising you to enjoy sex with men, so we’ve taken it away. This is much more appropriate for you.”

She saw Laura’s face, which looked distressed again.

“Oh, honey, we know how much you like anime, though,” said Amy. “So there’s a program of anime that’ll come on each weeknight and on weekends for you to watch, with lots of pretty big-titted anime girls in it, just like you.”

Laura suspected Amy meant hentai – anime sex porn – but it was something, at least, and she nodded gratefully. Some of those shows had plots. She might enjoy it.

“And lastly,” said Amy, coming to what had once been the office, and was now Laura’s bedroom. “No curtains. This is important. Like we said, uder our hetero re-orientation, the purpose of lesbian sex is to entertain men. If you’re going to have Erica suck your cunt, you can do it here, where everyone nearby can see you. We’ve put another sensor in here to check whether you’re clothed, so no wearing clothing in here and – importantly – no sheets on your bed. You sleep in full view of the window, every night.”

“What if it’s cold?” asked Laura plaintively.

“There’s climate control in here,” said Amy. “It will never be cold. If you feel a chill, just cuddle up closer to your girlfriend.”

Amy suddenly looked mischievous. “Speaking of which…” she said, and leant forward and kissed Laura on the lips.

Laura didn’t know how to react. Here she was, naked, in full view of the neighbourhood, being kissed by a beautiful girl. Near the bed that she slept in with Erica. She had had so many sexual encounters in the last few weeks, but she hadn’t asked for any of them, she hadn’t been able to say no to any of them. She sensed she could say no to Amy, though. If she didn’t, she’d be cheating on Erica.

“No…” she started to say, but then Amy’s hand found her pussy. Laura was standing with her legs slightly apart, as she did normally these last few days, and Amy’s fingers slipped into her wet, slippery fuckhole easily. Laura gasped, and then couldn’t help herself. She kissed Amy back, hard, and then the two girls were locked in a tangle of kisses and limbs, both pulling at Amy’s clothes, until Amy was naked and they were falling onto the bed together.

Amy landed on top of Laura, pinning Laura to the bed. Her hand was back inside Laura’s pussy, and it felt amazing. Only an hour ago Laura had been scared of being gang-raped by men, and now instead she was having consensual sex wtih a beautiful girl. She strained to reach Amy’s lips to kiss her, but Amy pulled back, looking a little cruel but a little affectionate.

“Let’s play a game, Kitten Tits,” she said. “I’m going to 69 you, but there’s a catch. I’m only going to lick your cunt when I can feel you licking mine, so you’re going to have to lick me to make yourself cum. But when -I- cum, I’m going to piss, so you’d best be ready to catch it all in your mouth if you want to avoid ruining your bed.”

Laura wrinkled her nose. She didn’t want Amy to piss in her mouth, or anywhere near her. But then Amy’s fingers inside Laura’s pussy brushed her G-spot, and she felt almost on the verge of orgasming.

“You don’t have to play,” said Amy. “I can just leave.”

Laura moaned in frustration. No. She needed this. She had a huge sexual crush on Amy, she loved the thought of getting to eat Amy’s twat, and she was SO horny. And if Amy left her alone she’d have to think about what had been done to her house, and she didn’t want to do that.

“What do you say, Kitten Tits?” Amy asked.

“Okay,” said Laura softly.

“Say, please piss in my mouth when you cum, Mistress Amy,” said Amy.

“Please piss in my mouth when you cum, Mistress Amy,” repeated Laura submissively.

“Good slut,” said Amy, and Laura felt happy. Amy turned her body around to position her pussy over Laura’s mouth, and her own mouth over Laura’s twat, and waited. Laura extended her tongue and began to lick at Amy’s snatch, and almost at once she felt Amy return the favour and start tongueing Laura’s beaver.

It felt incredible. Amy was able to time her tongue-work almost perfectly with Laura’s, so it really did feel like Laura was eating out her own snatch. Laura couldn’t help but think of the picture of her twat she kept at work, and licking Alistair’s sperm off it. At first she kept taking pauses in her licking, afraid she’d make Amy cum and get pissed on, but then Amy would stop too, and Laura needed the attention to her pussy, so Laura would start licking again. After a while she didn’t even care.

Laura orgasmed pretty quickly. She tried to push Amy’s head away as she orgasmed, as the licking was too intense, but when Amy sensed she was cumming she pushed her face in harder to Laura’s cunt and licked even more vigorously. Laura tried to stop her own licking of Amy but in this case Amy just kept going. It felt horrible and wonderful at the same time – like Laura had absolutely no control over what was happening to her, like she was being raped, like her orgasm was getting all mixed up with abuse and powerlessness – but then a second orgasm hit, a weird broken feeling that wasn’t normal at all. Laura screamed, a mixture of pleasure and horror, and then screamed again as her collar electrified her fuckbags and her sluthole for being too loud. She noted the charge didn’t seem to carry into Amy, which she was grateful for.

When the second orgasm finished, Amy kept licking Laura until Laura felt like she wanted another one, and then Amy stopped, and Laura realised she had to contribute again. She applied her mouth back to Amy’s clit, and Amy responded in kind.

It was just as Laura was nearing a third orgasm that she felt Amy twitch, and buck, and orgasm, and then suddenly piss was spilling into Laura’s mouth out of Amy’s cunt. Laura’s first instnct was to close her mouth, but she remembered she was lying on the bed she had to sleep in that night, so instead she opened her mouth wide, applied it like a seal around Amy’s pussy, and felt her mouth fill with urine.

Amy managed to keep licking Laura as she orgasmed and pissed, and so it was only moments later, with her mouth full of another girls’ urine, that Laura orgasmed herself. She almost choked on the piss or spat it out, but instead managed to swallow it and get her mouth back in place to receive more.

Amy finally finished pissing around the same point that Laura stopped cumming. Laura swallowed the last of it, and Amy turned around and kissed Laura on the lips and told her she was a good slut. And then she turned Laura’s head to look out the window.

There, standing on the front lawn, were the three workmen and their ute. Also there was Laura’s left-hand neightbour, a middle aged Indian man named Ranjit, and what appeared to be a passing motorist who’d parked his car to see what was going on. They’d all just watched Laura, naked, 69ing another nude girl to orgasm, and then drinking her piss. She thought the motorist might have been filmning her using his phone.

Laura tried to jump up and hide herself, but Amy held her down.

“Laura,” Amy said, “you have SUCH BIG TITS. Tits like that weren’t born to wear clothes and have a career. They were specifically evolved to lure men into fucking you and impregnating you and allowing you to feed their babies. You are doing what nature intended.”

Laura writhed and tried to get out from under Amy. Amy leant down and kissed her.

“I don’t want to slap you in front of all these nice men, Laura,” she said. “I want you to wave to the nice men, and kneel on the bed and give them a nice view of your tits. Remember to kneel, not sit, or you’ll get a shock.”

Laura looked into Amy’s eyes, pleading, but saw no mercy. When Amy released her, Laura struggled to her knees, and faced the window, and lifted her hands to cup her tits so that the gathered men could see them better. Then she waved to them all. Some of them waved back.

Amy, still naked herself, opened the window, and yelled out to the men outside. “Laura needs to piss now. We’re going into the backyard. Ranjit will let you through.”

“What? No!” said Laura, but Amy was already leading out of the bedroom and through the house to the backdoor.

“Five – last rule. I almost forgot – remember how I said your chips could detect how you’re standing or sitting? Your sponsor asked that we make one last adjustment, entirely for his amusement. You’ll find that if you piss in your backyard or anywhere in your house while squatting or sitting or kneeling, you’ll get a shock. You’ll find that in order to piss here you need to be lying down, or crawling or standing. And – one othe thing – your cunt needs to be being stimulated when it happens. So if you don’t have someone licking you or a dilo, that means fingers in your cunt while you piss.”

“What does that teach me?” asked Laura.

“I don’t know, Kitten Tits,” said Amy. “It’s not part of our program. But my guess is it teaches you you’re a sluttly little fucktoy who pisses like a dog for the amusement of men and gets aroused by urine.” She opened the backdoor and pushed Laura sharply outside. “One last rule for me – it’s no part of your formal rules that you have to face towards people who are watching you, but if you don’t give those boys a show I’ll use my remote to give you a shock. Now go empty your bladder, honey, you’re overdue,” she said.

Amy was right – Laura hadn’t been to the toilet since she woke up and she felt very full indeed. Especially now that she had a stomach full of Amy’s urine. But as she stagged naked into the backyard, the back door of her neighbour Ranjit’s house opened, and the men inside came out into Ranjit’s backyard. Over the now waist-height fence they had a perfect view of Laura’s nudity.

Behind her, Amy had closed the back door. Laura had no way back into the house. It was clear she wouldn’t be allowed to leave the backyard until she pissed.

What were the rules? Standing, or crawling, or lying, and she needed to be playing with herself. And facing the crowd.

The men was almost salivating. Each of them had a hard dick straining against their pants. They were massively aroused by Laura’s humliation, although the sight of her big slutty tits was probably helping too. Laura faced them, stood with her legs spread slightly, and then closed her eyes to try and block them out. Her fingers went down to her pussy and she started to play with it. After the session with Amy, most of her lust was gone, but it still felt nice to gently massage her twat. She tried to forget where she was and what she was doing, and relax her bladder.

She couldn’t do it. She knew the men were there, and besides, pissing standing up was weird. She’d spent most of her life conditioning herself to only piss in a sitting position, on a toilet seat, and she’d only recently managed to extend that to being able to piss in Erica’s mouth. Erica wasn’t here now and it was too strange. Blushing, Laura got down on all fours to see if that would help.

It didn’t. As if grovelling like a dog, naked and masturbating, in front of these men wasn’t enough distraction, she kept losing her balance because one of her hands needed to stay in her pussy. She thought about lying down but realised she’d be pissing on herself if she lay tits-up or pissing into a pudle she was lying in if she went tits-down. She stood up again.

As she stood up she got a glimpse of her audience. The two younger workmen had their cocks out and were masturbating. Ranjit and the motorist both had smartphones and were filming her. She closed her eyes, which helped as she could feel herself starting to cry, and concentrated on rubbing her pussy. Just a little to keep it stimulated, but not so hard it made it difficult to piss.

And this time she was successful. Her bladder relaxed a little, and she felt piss ran down her leg. She concentrated on relaxing even more, and soon she felt a gush of urine flowing out of her. Some spurted into the air and fell to the ground, but most of it ran down her inner thighs and puddle at her feet.

As she pissed, she heard her audience cheering and hooting, and she blushed even deeper. As soon as she felt her bladder running empty, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and ran for the door.

Amy wouldn’t open it, though. She pointed at the shower.

Laura tried to cover her tits and cunt with her arms as she ran back to the shower, but then felt a shock in her sex organs. Too much interference between the chips and the sensor, she realised, and moved her arms away. She stood under the outdoor shower, turned it on, and let cold water bathe her. She took the time to wash the piss from her legs, and clean Amy’s cunt juices from her face, and then she turned it off and ran back to the house. This time Amy did welcome her, with a warm dry towel, and she kissed Laura as she dried off Laura’s body, with, it turned out, special attention to her breasts, which Amy seemed to enjoy rubbing. Amy had gotten dressed while Laura was outside.

When Laura was dry, Amy said, “What do you say?”

At first Laura was confused, but then realised she was supposed to thank Amy. For everything.

Every time Laura had said thank you before it had been just after an orgasm, or while she was horny, or while she was confused from being abused, or while she was on her pill. Now Laura didn’t feel horny or confused. She felt humiliated, and she understood with perfect clarity that she was not only permitting the changes made to her life today, but thanking Amy for them.

But what else could she do? Amy was looking at Laura expectantly, and Laura knew Amy wasn’t afraid to slap her, or to use the remote she carried to shock Laura’s tits and cunt.

“Thank you, Amy,” she said, hesitantly. “Thank you for licking my fuckhole. Thank you for asking me to lick your slutnest. Thank you for pissing in my mouth. Thank you for fucking me where people could watch us.”

Amy waited expectantly. She knew there was more.

“Thank you for making me have to piss and shower naked outside where my neighbours can see me from now on. Thank you for giving me rubber cocks to sit on all throughout my house and making sure my fuckmelons and rapetunnel get shocked if I don’t use them. Thank you for taking away all my curtains and moving my bed so people can watch me and Erica lez off and sleep naked.”

Amy waited again. Laura was confused now. What else did she want?

“How about, thank you for treating me like the rapetoy I am?” Amy prompted finally.

Laura blushed. “Thank you for treating me like the rapetoy I am,” she parroted.

“Good slut,” said Amy. “Now walk me out to my car.”

Not knowing what else to do, Laura obeyed Amy, even though it meant going out the front door of her house naked. She stood, blushing, nude in the sunlight, as Amy gave her a last passionate kiss on the lips and then got into her vehicle. “I’ll see you tonight at the clinic,” Amy said, and Laura stood submissively until Amy drove away, even though her neighbour Ranjit had again emerged from his house to stare at her, and then hurried back inside.

She stood there, in her lounge room, tits and cunt bare, surrounded by rubber dildos and a TV screen showing a constant loop of sluts sucking cocks, and she realised – this was her life now.

(To be continued…)

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Two weeks laters Ashley has been moved into her new home. She has a little fun with construction workers, then meets her new friend, and a lhas ittle more more fun.

A Ghostly Haunting
Chapter Two
by Simon Fear

It was two weeks later since her dad had bought the old Selmer House, and now it was going to be her first night to live in the house. Ashley unloaded the boxes that were marked with her name from her mom’s Ford Expedition. As she walked into the house she saw all of the furniture that the moving men had carted in during the week from her old home back in the city. After her dad had signed the paperwork making him owner of the Selmer place they had gone back one last time to let Ashley pick out her own room. She had gone up to the second floor where the three bedrooms were located. She had noticed that even though the house was old it had been remodeled recently as it now had three bathrooms inside instead of just one. One was on the third floor connected to the master bedroom, her parent’s room, and the second room was also located up on the third floor, which her dad was going to make into his personal office. Ashley had been glad cause she did not want to sleep on the same floor with her parents. The second floor consisted of three bedrooms, which at one at a large closet connecting two of the bigger room together.

Apparently a former owner had converted that large closet into bathroom which was as large as her parents bathroom, consisting of a large garden tub, a shower stall and dual vanities with dual mirrors. According to the Real Estate Agent Mr. Reihnholt, the owner who had converted the closet into a bathroom had two daughters who shared the bathroom so he had made it where both of them could do their make-up at the same to prevent lateness usually caused by sisters fighting over their turn for the bathroom. The fifth bedroom was a little smaller but not by much. Ashley had chosen the bigger room on the East End and was actually happy that she would have her own personal bathroom, since her oldest sister was 19 and at college living in the dorms there in the city. The third bathroom was downstairs. The owner who had converted the bathrooms had decided that kitchen was way to big and close a small section of it, then converted it into a small bathroom with just a regular tub, sink and mirror. The kitchen was still pretty large even though it had been made smaller to make room for the bathroom. That was going to be the guest bathroom.

Ashley dropped her boxes onto the floor of her room and walked over to the window. She looked down at the ground and saw some construction men walking around the East End to the south side of the property. Her dad had decided to have an in-ground swimming pool installed since the yard was so big. It was only midway through the first month of Ashley’s summer vacation. Some of the men were shirtless as it was pretty hot out, and they were well built. She saw the sweat pouring down their abbs and back making them glisten. Ashley started to get turned and decided to change into something more comfortable. She opened a drawer that contained all her swimsuits. She pick out a small pink bikini top, one that would show off the sides of her b-cup tits instead of covering them completely. Her parents hated it, but she still wore it. Hell she had some bikini’s call micro bikinis that her parents didn’t even know about. One that when wearing them, would just cover her nipples, and the bottoms, barely covered her pussy, in fact sometimes they would just slightly readjust showing the top of her slit, of if pulled up too much, would show the bottom of her slit. The back of course was just a string that went into her butt leaving it completely exposed. Basically wearing those particular bikinis she was basically naked, which she loved. But of course if her parents knew they were throw them out.

Ashley glanced at the window since it didn’t have any curtains up yet, but since she was on the second floor she figured no one could see her, plus she didn’t care if they did. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, taking her thong panties off as well. Then she removed her tank top. She looked at herself in the mirror, and noticed just how sweaty her body had gotten from the heat. Her pinkish pale skin glistened with moisture as she studied herself. Reaching up with both hands she slowly began rubbing her tit, slightly tweaking her nipples making them hard. “MMMMM”, she moaned. She then trailed her right hand down her stomach, which was smooth, not showing any baby fat, as she kept fit through cheerleading, until it rested right above her moist pussy. She felt of the slight peach fuzz that was starting to become her pubic hair. “Damn, I’m gonna have to shave that, I don’t want any hair there.” Keeping her hand right above her pussy she walked over to the window, which reach down to the floor. Standing there rubbing her tit, and feeling of her pubic hair she noticed that a worker was sitting on the east end of the yard out of the sun, taking a break. She slightly turned to the side so it would appear that she did not see him, yet she could keep watch him out of the corner of her eye. She then slid a finger into the top of her slit, feeling the wetness of her pussy. She gently pressed against her hardening clit, causing her to moan out. Since her window was open with just screen down, the worker in the yard heard the moan and looked up and almost choked on his cola as he saw the beautiful naked teen standing in the window fingering herself. Ashley continued rubbing her tit as she slid her finger into her hot pussy and she began finger fucking herself. “Uhhhh oh shit that feels so good, MMM” Ashley glanced out the corner of her eye and saw the worker looking around to see if anyone was in sight. Apparently there wasn’t because he slowly unzipped his jeans and slid his hand inside and started moving his hand around. “Oh damn,” Ashley thought, “He’s jacking himself off, oh what fun, I hope he pulls it out.” Ashley continued to finger her pussy and wet sloshing noises. She then began rubbing her other tit, as she started moving her finger in and out faster. “UUggghhhh, ooooohhhh damn,” She moaned. She glanced back out the window and saw that the worker was having trouble jacking off in his pants. He looked around again and then quickly pulled his dick out. “Damn” Ashley thought, “That’s got to be at least 9 inches long.” She then slid another finger into her dripping hole, and started frigging herself faster. “Ohhhh fuck I’m so close, uggghhhh ohhhh shit I’m gonna cum.” Ashley could feel the pressure building as her legs started trembling. She glanced back out the window and saw that worker was stroking his dick very fast now, and she could hear stifled grunts coming from him. Ashley quickly shoved her two fingers deep into her pussy and using her thumb began rubbing her hard clit. Ashley squealed out, “Ohhhhh fuck ohhhh fuck, AAAhhhhhhhh shit I’mm cummmingggg, Uggghhh ahhhhhhhh.” She clamped her thighs tightly together trapping her hand between them, as she feverishly rubbed her clit as her orgasm racked her body. Her pussy began squirting her girl juices out over her hand and down her thighs, as she kept squealing out. “Uggghhhh fuck me yesssss, ahhhhhhh.” The worker couldn’t believe his luck as he saw this beautiful teen cumming in front of him, her juices gushing out of her pussy. It through him over the edge as he grunted out, his dick throbbing and his jizz began spewing out in thick white jets, shooting a good length in front of him into the grass. As Ashley’s orgasm subsided she glance out the window just in time to see the worker’s jizz squirt out of his dick. Ashley slowly rubbed her pussy lips as she watched the worker milk the last of his thick cream out of his penis, some of it getting on his hands. As he squeezed the last drop out, when both he and Ashley heard sounds of men talking coming from around the corner. The worker quickly tucked his dick back into his pants, as he wiped the jizz that was on hand on the back of his white jeans. Just then three more guys walked around into Ashley’s view, and threw their lunches into the garbage can. None of them even looked up at her window. As the worker got up to join his companions he looked one last time back at her window and saw Ashley watching him, her whole naked body still on display. Ashley grinned and blew him a kiss. The worker blushed and continued on around the house to work on the pool.

Ashley walked back to her bed where she had laid the bikini top, she put it on tying behind her neck and behind her back. Then she opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of short cut off Jean shorts. She slid them on. They were a bit tight but for a purpose. She always left them unbuttoned and unzipped to right above her pubic area. These shorts were cut so short that the bottom curves of her ass cheeks poke out and when she sat down and spread her legs her pussy lips were exposed. After she got dressed she studied herself in the mirror. Perfect she thought just how my parents hate it. She then went downstairs where her mom was unpacking a box. Mrs. Logan looked up and saw what her daughter was wearing. “Ash why do you have to dress like, every bit of you is hanging out. You know how we feel about this.” Ashley rolled her eyes, “Geez mom, give me a break, it’s hot outside, I’m burning up and this makes me feel comfortable. Why can’t you guys just let me be?” Mrs. Logan straightened up, “Ash you know why we don’t you dressing like that, some pervert is going to see you one day, and your going to get raped, and we don’t want that happening to our baby girl. We love you and want to protect you, why can’t you understand this. Your sister never dressed like this, we thought we raised you better.” Ashley knelt down beside her and began rifling through the box, “Mom this is who I am, I like dressing this way, it makes me feel pretty. You guys already moved me out in the middle of no where to get me away from all the guys in the city, and plus I carry around a small can of pepper spray. I’ll be fine really, so please stop worrying.” Mrs. Logan looked at her daughter then quickly embraced her in a hug, “Oh Ash, I can never stop worrying about you, just like I can’t stop worrying about your sister.” Ashley hugged her mom back, after all even though they could be pains in the ass she still loved them, “I love you mom, but really I’ll be fine.”
Ashley stood back up and picked up a picture frame of her Grandmother, “I think this would be perfect right in the middle of the mantle over the fireplace. You know how Grandma loved sitting by her old fireplace before she passed away.” Mrs. Logan smiled a tear running down her cheek, “You know I think your right.” Ashley placed the picture on the mantle piece, then turned around. “I’m going to check and see if I left anything in the car mom.” Mrs. Logan looked back up, “Ok sweety. Oh and see if my watch might be under the seats, I could have sworn I took it off in the kitchen but its not there, so maybe it fell off in there.” “Sure thing mom.” With that Ashley bounded out the front door, across the enclosed front porch and out into the yard. Damn it was hot. She couldn’t wait until the A/C man finally got the central air and heat installed in the house. She looked in the Expedition but didn’t see anything else nor her moms watch. She shut the door when she heard barking. She went to the end of the drive and looked down the street. To her amazement she saw a German Shepherd about a 100 yards down the road at the edge of the woods, which was still on their property. The dog was standing still looking right at her. Weird she thought. Then she heard another sound, a small engine in the distance in the other direction. She turned around and saw someone driving a small mo-ped around the curve heading for her. She turned back to see the dog, but it was gone. She stood by the drive until the mo-ped reached her.

As the mo-ped got closer Ashley smiled and waved as she recognized her new friend Vicky. Vicky pulled up next to her and got off. She was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, and a green shirt similar to the one she had on last time Ashley saw her. Vicky smiled, “Hey girl, damn that is a very sexy outfit.” Ashley blushed, as Vicky stepped close to her and grabbing the hem of her shorts pulled her close and began kissing her. Ashley returned the kiss their tongues dancing with each other again. They kissed for a few seconds before Vicky stepped back leaving Ashley in a trance. “Oh I have been waiting to do that again,” Vicky grinned. Ashley blushed but smiled back, “I have too.” Vicky patted Ashley on the butt and then began running her fingers along the sides of Ashley bikini top slipping her fingers inside to tease her nipples. Ashley moaned. “I see you guys are putting in a pool here, pretty kewl, my dad had one put in two years ago. As hot as it gets during the summer they come in handy. Ashley smiled, “Yeah we wanted one back home, but city regulations, wouldn’t let us, some new ordinance thing they have. It’s pretty cool.”

Vicky turned around and bent over get something out of the seat of her mo-ped. As she bent over Ashley couldn’t help but look at her ass, but was shocked to see something new. Vicky had gotten a tattoo in the small of her back that spread to each side in a neat design. “Oh that is so cool.” Vicky looked back at Ashley with a grin, “You like, my dad let me get it last week, hurt like hell, but it was worth it.” Ashley traced the design on Vicky back sending a shiver through Vicky. “Wish my parents would let me get one, but they would never let me. What kind of design is it. Vicky turned around facing Ashley, “It’s called a Tribal, there are quite a few different patterns, and plus if you got it without your parents, there isn’t much they could do after except ground you for a while. It’s permanent short of an expensive laser surgery, which would leave scars. If your up to it, one of these days, I’ll take you down myself and let you pick one out and have it put on. You’ll love it, and it will be worth a couple of weeks of groundment. Plus I think you would fucking sexy with one.” Ashley blushed, “You really think so.” Vicky grinned, “Oh I know so, in fact I think it would hot you had the tattoo start with like a point right above your butt crack,” using her hands she pushed Ashley’s shorts down about halfway down her ass, which also caused the front to dip below her pussy, exposing it. Ashley let out a gasp. Vicky then wrapping her arms around Ashley’s waist and putting both forefingers right above her butt crack and began trailing her fingers around both sides of Ashley’s hip. “Then have the design go over your sides,” her fingers then trailed above where bikini straps would be, “then have both points end on either side of you pussy,” Vicky’s fingers stopped on both sides of Ashley’s nether lips. Ashley being felt up this was getting very horny and breathing hard.

Vicky held her fingers there a few second then quickly slipped one of her finger in between Ashley’s swollen lips, causing her to squeal out and began slipping it back and forth before removing her hands, leaving Ashley gasping for air, wishing that Vicky had not stopped. Vicky stuck her finger into her and suck on it. “MMMMM, you taste so sweet, and you were so hot and wet, and if I’m not mistaken, I would almost bet that you had an orgasm not too long ago.” Ashley just managed to nod her head. Ashley stood there with her shorts still halfway down her hips, when Vicky picked a piece of paper that she had gotten from her seat and handed it to Ashley. Ashley took it, and looked at it, “What’s this?” Vicky smiled, “Directions to my place, I’m having a party in four days, and I want you to come. Give you a chance to meet my friends and get acquainted before school.” Just then both girls heard the front door open. Ashley quickly pulled her shorts up, as her mom stepped out onto the front porch.

“Oh hey Vicky, I didn’t know you were here. How are you today?” Mrs. Logan asked. “Hi Mrs. L, I’m doing good, just thought I would stop by and see how everything is and invited Ashley to a party I’m having.” Ashley looked at her mom, “Can I go to it Mom, please.” Mrs. Logan looked at her daughter, “Well we’ll have to ask your dad when he gets back from the city tomorrow but I don’t think it will be a problem. Vicky do you want to come in and have some cookies, they’re fresh out of the oven?” Vicky smiled, “I would love to Mrs. L, but I have to get back pretty quickly, I still have some chores to do, but dad said I could come by and give Ashley the invitation.” “Oh that’s to bad, well I’m pretty sure it wont be a problem for Ashley to come to you party. And don’t be a stranger, you’re always welcome here.” “Thanks Mrs. L.” “Oh Ashley did you find my watch?” Ashley took her eyes off Vicky, “No mom it wasn’t in there.” Mrs. looked thoughtful, “Strange maybe it is somewhere in the house after all,” as she turned around to go back in the house she looked over her shoulder, “Don’t be too long Ash, I am gonna need your help in a minute.” “Ok mom.” With that Mrs. Logan went back into the house. Vicky seizing the moment quickly reached her hands and grabbed Ashley’s shorts and jerked them down to her feet, causing Ashley to gasp out. “Wha…What are you doing?” She gasped as Vicky dropped to her knees in front of Ashley. Vicky grinned as she grabbed Ashley’s butt cheeks and pulled her closer. “I just have to taste you before I go, has anyone ever licked you down here?” Ashley shook her. “Do you want me to lick you down here?” Ashley nodded. Vicky squeezed Ashley’s butt, before sliding her finger into her ass crack pressing her finger against her anus.

Ashley closed her eyes, “MMMM.” Vicky grinned, “And I can’t wait to lick your cute ass and stick my tongue into your asshole, but before I do that you have to let me give you an enema.” Ashley opened her eyes, “What’s an enema?” Vicky pressed her finger harder against her anus, causing her to squeal out. “An enema is what a person gets to clean out their butt so that it can be played with without getting shitty,” Vicky giggled. Ashley blushed, but before she could say anything else Vicky stuck her tongue and slid between the wet folds of Ashley’s nether lips. “AAhhhh oh god that feels so good,” Ashley cried out. Vicky continued to lick the insides of Ashley’s moist and dripping lips, as Ashley slowly began to ground her hips against Vicky’s face. Ashley didn’t care at the moment if her mom came out and caught them, she was in heaven. Vicky looked up, “God you taste so sweet Ash, better than I thought you would.” With that Vicky plowed her tongue back into Ashley’s dripping hot pussy, lapping at the juices pouring out of Ashley. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck ughhhh, mmmmm,” was all Ashley could say. Vicky then began sliding her across Ashley’s clit, which had hardened considerably, which made Ashley cry out even more. “Oh my god, oh shit ohhhhh ahhhhhhh god yesssss.” Vicky continued to message Ashley butt cheeks with her hands, as she then took Ashley’s clit between her lips and started sucking on it. This drove Ashley crazy as she screamed out, “AAAahhhhhhh god I’m cummmmming fuccckkk yesssss, AAAAAAAHHHHHHh.” Ashley shoved her pussy hard against Vicky face as her legs locked up and her body trembled as her orgasm racked her body, her juices squirted out in floods against Vicky’s face, and down her neck onto her shirt. Vicky held onto Ashley as she kept sucking on her clit driving Ashley even wilder. Ashley’s eyes were squinted shut as her body shook as yet another orgasm hit her, “AAAAHHHHHhh shit, AAAHHHhh.” Vicky held her mouth open as Ashley’s juices squirted into her mouth, swallowing as much of Ashley’s girl juice as she could, while the rest flowed down her chin. Vicky stopped sucking on Ashley’s clit but kept her face pressed close to her pussy as Ashley’s orgasm subsided, and she began to relax. Ashley dropped down onto her knees, and Vicky leaned and began kissing Ashley fiercely smearing the juice that was her own face onto Ashley’s face. Ashley returned the kiss just as fiercely, tasting her own juices for the first time and realizing that she love it. Vicky finally parted the kiss. She smile brightly at Ashley, “Damn, I didn’t know you were a squirter, that was hot as hell, God I loved it.” Ashley blushed, “I thought all girls squirted.” Vicky shook her head, “No baby, not all of us, me for instance I just super wet, but I don’t squirt, shit you and I are going to have so much fun. Vicky stood up and helped Ashley up. Ashley was still a little wobbly in the knees. Vicky bent over and pulled Ashley’s shorts up. “Oh I hate to go, but I do need to get back, but we’ll be seeing each a lot.” Ashley blushed, “I hope so.” Vicky patted Ashley on the butt and gave her final kiss on the lips, and then got back on her mo-ped. “Oh by the way, wear your most sexiest bikini to the party, My folks won’t be there, but your parents don’t have to know.” Ashley grinned, “K” With that drove Vicky blew a kiss and drove off. Ashley readjusted her shorts and started back to the house.

When she entered she called out to her mom. When she didn’t get an answer she walked up to the second floor and called again. From the third floor she her mom answer back, “I’m in the shower dear, I’ll be out directly and I’ll cooking dinner, and I’ll need your help.” Ashley yelled back, “Ok mom, I’ll be in my room.” Ashley went into her and quickly stripped off her clothes. She looked at her short and noticed that they were completely damp in the crotch, almost as if she had peed herself. She could still the pussy juices on the insides of her thighs. She went into her bathroom and got a washcloth and wetted it and wiped her pussy and legs off. Then she went and threw her clothes into the clothes hamper in her room. It was still pretty warm inside, so she got a short t-shirt and put it on. It only went down to her belly button. She sat on her bed and laid down for a minute. “I’m not going to sleep,” she told herself. Ashley was so exhausted that she didn’t even realize when her eyes closed and she fell asleep on top of her covers. She also didn’t hear her mom call for her, or hear when her mom opened the door as her mom looked and saw Ashley’s bare butt facing her. Mrs. Logan couldn’t help stare for a minute at her daughter cute butt, “She’s getting so big, growing up into a young woman,” she thought. Mrs. Logan walked in and placed her hand right on Ashley’s thigh and felt her warm smooth skin. Just as quickly Mrs. Logan removed her hand feeling ashamed, and then leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “I’ll let you sleep for a little while longer,” She whispered. Ashley breathed deeply and mumbled incoherently. Mrs. Logan then flipped the light and walked out closing the door. Mrs. Logan did not a pair of blue eyes peeping from the closet door that was cracked open. And if she had walked to the window, she would have noticed a strangely dressed man, with a German Shepherd standing at the edge of the woods watching Ashley windows. The same man and dog who had watched the girls in their private little play just half an hour ago out of sight. No none of that was seen, and still remained unseen as Mrs. Logan began cooking dinner for her and Ashley, as Ashley’s closet door slowly began to open, a small girlish hand moving around the door into sight.

To be Continued…………..

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“All in favor of killing Becky, raise their hands?”

Four hands shot up instantly.

“It’s agreed, we kill the bitch. As soon as possible.”

Oh, don’t worry, dear reader, we’re not really planning on killing someone. We’d like to, but we’re not that violent or bloodthirsty. Becky is, or was, I should say, our bass player in our band, the Pastels. So named because of our love of 80’s new wave, power pop and we all dress the part with big hair, pastels, etc. I play guitar and sing lead, Deanna plays lead guitar and sings, Kim plays keyboards, Violet plays drums and sings, and Becky had been our bass player who also sang some leads. The bitch had been very reliable until she got a boyfriend who also played, and she’d sat in with his band, and now had taken a regular gig with them leaving us in the lurch. We also had our biggest show coming up on Friday night at a decent sized club, and no bass player. At one point we’d been a power trio with me on bass, but I can’t sing that well while I’m playing bass, and our material was too complicated now to even try.

“I can do some of your guitar parts, could we maybe minimize some of it?” asks Kim.

I shake my head as does Deanna. “Too much to change, and face it, maybe 5 songs we could pull off like that, everything else requires all of us.” We’d developed a pretty good set, and we’d worked damn hard at getting tight and polished. Now Becky’s betrayal was going to hurt us, big time. You bail on a big gig, kiss any hope of getting more of them goodbye.

Deanna is lost in intense concentration.

“Earth to Deanna, come in Deanna!” I call.

She looks up with a smile. “I have the answer. Khaos.”

Khaos works at the Hot Gear Warehouse. He knows…..every musician within a hundred miles. He’s weird, he has a lazy eye, and he’d ogle the shit out of all of us, but he’d know someone who could fit the bill. The guy’s a creep, but he is pretty useful in these situations. He hooked me up in my first paying gig five years ago because he remembered that I’m a huge Matthew Sweet fan and knew all of his stuff. We decide to stop on by. Hot Gear Warehouse is not a fence, it’s legal, but the name sounds good and it’s best place to buy if you’re on a budget, and if you know the people well, they’ll help you find some great stuff, my Rickenbacker 325 was bought there as was my Telecaster.

Khaos mans the counter, and he leers as we come in.

“My favorite colors, but y’all are missing one, where’s Teal?” He named us after the colors, which we hadn’t thought of, so we all coordinated our outfits to go with it.

“Teal, aka Becky, has gone bitch on us and bailed for her boyfriend’s shitty grunge band. We are now fucked unless we find a bass player that we can get set up on our set list by Friday and make a good show of it.” I tell him. “Who is floating around in that incredible brain of yours that can do the job, oh wise one?” A little flattery never hurts.

He looks me up and down, looks Deanna up and down, and decides that Violet is the most ogle worthy in the band and checks her out pretty intently. Despite being the youngest, she’s pretty sharp and she takes something out of her pocket and drops it.

“Ooooops. Dropped that. I’ll have to get it.” and she slowly, and exaggeratedly bends over to pick it up and gives Khaos a great view of her ass and legs as she’s wearing shorts. His breath catches and as she stands back up she winks at me.

“Sooo…do you know of anyone that can help us, you sweet man?” she asks him with her most air headed look and voice. Khaos is putty in her hands.

“Bass, backing vocals, fast study, knowledge of most 80’s stuff, and cute would be good, right?” He keeps these categories in his head somehow, with no written record or computers, he’s actually pretty smart.

“We’d settle for a Labrador at this point.” says Deanna. “As long as we can take the stage without a problem.”

“How’s your Dutch?” he asks.

“Our Dutch? What does that have to do with it?”

“She’s Dutch, but she speaks good English and knows a LOT of material, so language shouldn’t be a problem, but it never hurts to ask, does it?”

“Okay, is she cool, sharp and is she a druggie? You know a few drinks are cool, but we’re a drug-free band.”

“She’s clean as a whistle, very nice, funny and a recent transplant from Rotterdam. I think you’ll get along all right, except she’s not going to fit your look, she’s got short hair.”

“Pfft!” says Deanna. “As long as she can play, who cares about her hair? Give us the number you-“

“Well, thank you so much, could you please give us her number se we can make our big gig this weekend? You’re so sweet to help us.” Violet’s got this guy all figured out. He rapidly scribbles out a number on a post it note and hands it to her. She caresses his hand softly as she takes it, as if to hint that she can’t wait to see him again, although she’s most likely revolted by him. “Thanks again Mr. Khaos, you’re such a huge help, will you be at our show?”

“Uh yeah, yeah, I will, you playing Circus?”

“Oh, we’re at Dante’s House, I’ll put you on the guest list!” she purrs.

We leave him grinning like an idiot and for once, he only eyes one of us instead of all of us.

The second we are out of his view she mimes puking.

“Yeah, he’ll be on the guest list, just below my boyfriend, who will most likely snap him in two. Ewww! Let’s just hope this chick can play!”

I punch in the number and hope. It rings three times and a very pleasant voice answers.

“Hallo! Wie is dit?..Wait. I am sorry, who is this please?”

“Hi! My name is Kayla, and I play guitar for a band called the Pastels. Our bass player quit on us and we have a big show on Friday night. Khaos said you might be able to help us out and he said you were pretty good.”

“He is very nice, but he…looks at me funny. He said he does knows lots of bands though.” She spoke with a bit of accent, but it was charming. “What type of stuffs does your band play?”

“We play mostly 80’s new wave and pop stuff. Sometimes we play originals, but not this weekend.”

“Is, um, sorry, are you the only girl in the band? Or are all of you girls?” she asks.

“All girls, and we’re all pretty nice. You want to give us a try?”

“Okay, I tries it, where do I go, and please give me nice directions, my family has only been here three months, and I gets lost easily.”

I give her directions and a brief set list and we agree to meet up in three hours. We head back to my house where we rehearse and get ready to go.

Two hours and 38 minutes later there’s a knock on the door. Liese is about five foot two, with a pixie cut hairdo, and she’s slim and in good shape, and she’s got big blue eyes with long lashes. We’ve found our Jane Weidlin! We head out to my garage and Kim helps her get her amp out of her car. We’re already tuned up and set, but she opens up her case to reveal her Rickenbacker 4001, which is finished in neon green, and she’s tuned up in less than three minutes. We’re impressed.

She does a quick check on her mic, and stands ready.

“Okay, I don’t knows which keys we’re in so tell me, or just start and I’ll pick it up. I’ll try the singing as we go, is that all right?”

“Sounds good Liese, we’re starting off with “Goodbye To You”.”

We launch into it and there’s a few seconds as she adjusts to us and then we start to click. She’s very solid and she watches us closely to see if we make any changes, and she kicks in her vocal at just the right spot with the rest of the girls, and makes a lightning quick adjustment as she’s on the same note that Deanna is, we finish up and we all look at her with respect.

“Very nice, Liese, good catch on the vocals. You want to try ‘One Thing Leads To Another’?”

She nods and grins. “It’s one of my favorite, you know, lots of bass!”

We start up and she does know it well, and I realize she’s better than Becky was, a more fluid, natural style compared to Becky’s overly tight playing. I’m surprised as she takes a deeper note on the background vocals, but it sounds good! The rehearsal gets better and better, and now she’s dancing a bit as she plays, and throws in a few heavy metal moves with me as Deanna blasts out her solos. We offer her a chance to sing lead on two songs and she does them well enough that they go back into our set, and in between songs, she and Violet obviously work well together as they jam little bits and pieces.

We finish up and she grabs a notebook out of her case and jots down all sorts of information. “Is it okay if I make a few cards with notes so I get all the keys right?” She laughs when Kim holds up her little notebook/cheat sheet and shows her.

We take a short break and she tells us a bit about her family moving from Rotterdam for her father’s career.

“I am old enough I could have gotten my flat and stayed, but to see America? To not have to get a job for six months because father and mother want me to see all of this? I say ‘Let’s go!’, and now I can play here, too?”

“Actually,” I say, ‘we may have to look into you not actually being officially part of the band just yet. Are you allowed to work on your visa?”

“I’m not sure yet. Let me check with father on that. Now let’s get back to work. Can we try some stuff I likes?” She suggests a few songs and we give them a try, they sound good and so does she. She’s also very cute. She’ll fit the look, and I wonder if I can snag some of the stuff from Becky as far as the clothes so she can be our new “Teal”.

We’re done for the day, and she makes a list of songs she wants to really get better at, even though she wowed us completely. Violet, Kim and Deanna head out to grab some pizza and see a movie, and I offer Liese dinner as I’m getting ready to cook.

“You play guitar, sing and cook? You’re very talented. Mother is not happy that I can’t cook well. She says all girls should know, but I tell her restaurants were made so we don’t have to cook. Thank you, I will be happy to have dinner here. I can’t cook, but if you need me to set table, or wash up after, I can do that.”

I laugh. “No, I’m not exactly a great cook, just having some pasta, sauce and a salad, and I’ll put it all in the dishwasher afterwards. Um, I didn’t even think to ask, how old are you?”

“I’m 23, why do you ask?”

“Have to make sure you can play in the club, you have to be at least 18 to be in the band. Also, there’s some wine in the refrigerator if you want. I’m having a glass, or there’s soda, or juice or water or….nope, I think that’s it.”

“I’ll pour the wine then. Where are the glasses?”

I tell her and she pours as I get dinner cooking. We toast to new friends and talk. She wants to be a fashion designer some day, and I tell her my dream of making it big as a musician. I tell her about my four previous bands, and the lone CD I’ve written, and she asks to hear it. I put it on and she’s impressed. She tells me her musical experiences and the two previous bands she was in. We eat a leisurely dinner, chat more, get to know each other, compare influences and I find she’s a big fan of several of mine. In short, she’s very charming and sweet, and I see the band being much better with her in it.

We finish dinner and I toss everything in the washer and we head into my living room. Mom and Dad retired to Florida three years ago, and offered the house to me and my older sister, rent free as long as we take care of it, and it’s a good deal. My sister is currently vacationing with her boyfriend in Mexico, so I’m all by myself for the next three weeks, and I’m already a bit lonely.

She sees my acoustic guitars on their stands and asks if it’s ok if she plays one. I tell her to pick whichever she likes and have fun. She grabs my Ovation and I grab my Takamine and we sit down on the giant twin bean bags for some jamming. She knows a ton of stuff and we have a blast as we have a little more wine, and I notice that she’s very, very good on guitar.

“You’re just as good on guitar as you are bass. Have you ever played guitar in a band?”

“I have to concentrate too hard to play guitar in a band. Like this? Sure, I’m relaxed, put an audience in front of me? I am so nervous I almost pee my pants!” she says with a giggle. “Bass is easier, and I can dance along with the groove, unlike guitar.”

Dance she did. She looked good doing it, too. Why am I thinking about that? She’s really, really cute. Why is that in my head? I’m not gay. This is getting weird. I offer to show her some of my stage clothes and we head to my bedroom. Why did I offer to show her? I…do not know.

“This is my main outfit, I call it my Madonna set up, and it looks the part, and we all try to match it up. Sometimes we’ll go all preppy and wear polo shirts and shorts with neon ankle socks and colored shoes. Sometimes we go all spandex and play the headbanger girl bit, but we always have our hair stuff matching in the pastel colors, hence our name. I’m green, Deanna is orange, Violet is purple, Kim is yellow and you’ll be teal!”

As I dig through my drawers I find the teal head scarf and teal bow and I hand them to her.

“Your first uniform for the band! If Becky gives me some of the stuff back we’ll be okay, if not, we can head to the mall and get some more stuff. It won’t match perfectly, but it’ll be close enough, try the scarf on!”

It looks good, but her mind and mine are on the same page.

“My hair’s not long enough, but I can put a hairpiece on and it’ll look right.”

“You look all right just the way you are from where I stand.” It slipped out. “I have no idea why I said that!”

She turns, gives me a big smile and tosses the scarf back on the dresser.

“I think you know why. I don’t know if you really know what you are thinking now, I think you’re a…you’re confused about what you think.”

“I’m not confused, I just thought that you’ll look good in the band.” I said that a little too fast for my own liking.

“No, that’s not what you think. What you think is that I…look pretty in…um, you know, in a sexy way.” Her smile grows bigger with those words. The odd part is, she’s right. She is incredibly beautiful right now, and I am thinking things I have never thought before.

“I think you look at me like you maybe want to do more than just be friends. Am I right?” she asks quietly.

“I have a boyfriend.” I said it with little conviction. I sort of do, but James is currently in my doghouse.

“So you have a boyfriend? I left one behind in Rotterdam, and I met a nice guy here that I have gone out with three times, and the last time we had sex. It doesn’t means I can’t like you. It doesn’t means that you can’t like me, either. It really doesn’t mean anything. Only things that matters is what we want right now. Kayla, what do you wants right now?”

I am now scared to death.

“To….maybe kiss you?” I whisper.

Her smile is now a huge grin. “Silly! Then ask me, and I will, or maybe I just does the kissing first, yes?”

She pulls me close and kisses me. I have never kissed a woman before, and I don’t know what to expect. The warm feelings and kind of rush was not what I expected. I kiss back and we both enjoy it, and her arms pull me closer and wrap around me, and mine wrap around her waist.

I am now totally into kissing a girl, and enjoying the hell out of it, but I have no idea what to do next. She apparently knows her way around, so I’ll let her lead. She eventually pulls me over to my bed and we fall down on it and keep kissing, but as our tongues get more involved, I feel her fingers across my breasts as she caresses me, and it doesn’t just make me tingle, it makes me wet! She stops kissing to smile at me and stroke my breasts, and then tells me that the shirt is kind of in the way. I laugh and remove it, and instead of taking any further time, I unsnap my bra and let it fall. She gives out a wolf whistle that makes me blush and giggles as I do, and then she lowers her mouth to softly lick my nipple. I let out a sigh of pleasure as a small shiver runs through me.

She kisses, licks and caresses my breasts and my pussy is now dripping wet. She smiles again. “You are okay? I’ll …be…slow, take my…time. OK?”

I am VERY ok with that!

She laughs at my enthusiastic nod and reaches down and pulls her shirt off to reveal a dainty white lace bra that snaps in the front, I reach up and undo it and it falls to reveal a beautiful pair of small, but lovely tits, with small, very pink nipples that stand upright. I have never until that moment looked at a woman’s body with desire, but I want to kiss and suck on them too! I push her backward and start to kiss them and I take one nipple into my mouth and suck it gently. She lets out a soft moan as I do, and I suck it again. One hand of hers rests on the back of my head gently, and I feel her moving around with the other, but I am entranced by her lovely body.

I lick them and she begins to move around and I realize her other hand is trying to remove her jeans. I stop and assist her in pulling them off and tossing them on the floor, and I don’t even give her a chance to pull off her panties as I slip my fingers under the band and pull them off to reveal her smooth pussy. I catch my breath as I see, and now I am…filled with desire for her.

I start to remove my jeans, but she takes over for me, and pulls them away. I’m wearing mismatched underwear, but she slides my panties off and she lets out what can only be called a lustful sigh as she eyes my trimmed landing strip.

Quietly, and under her breath I hear her say “So the red hair is not the real thing, yes?” and I laugh.

“No, it’s not, you silly girl, but I don’t think that’s going to bother you at all, is it?”

“No, it is not.” She kisses me passionately again, and we lie together naked. She starts to kiss down my body and she again caresses and sucks my nipples, but this time her fingertips brush between my legs, and I think she’ll be embarrassed by my wetness, but she isn’t. She slips a finger between my pussy lips and strokes me up and down for a moment, and lifts her hand to show me as she licks and sucks her finger. It makes me even hotter as it is so erotic.

She continues to touch, kiss and stroke my body all the way down until she reaches my aching pussy and then she pushes my legs apart and leans in to kiss my wet lips and she kisses me with the same passion she showed the other lips! I let out a low yowl of pleasure as it feels so good, and I hear her catch her breath. My pleasure makes her feel that way? Oh my god, this is so…sensual, so moving…..so….loving…

She focuses on just the lips with her tongue making the occasional drive inside of me, and it feels like nothing else I’ve ever known! I’ve had guys lick me, but not well or so passionately! Her hands aren’t idle as she caresses my hips, my thighs, or she just reaches up to stroke my fingers and hands….

I feel her blow on my clit, and then she just flicks her tongue across it, and it’s like a little jolt of electric pleasure. She does it again, and again, and my body responds each time by getting wetter and wetter and then she gently bites down on it with just her lips, but I can’t help it as I orgasm with a groan, and I think she’s going to stop. My orgasm only encourages her as she sucks it as hard as she can, and bites down on it again and again and I erupt in a second orgasm with a scream that is pure joy, but still she won’t let up on me! She goes back to suck my lips and dart her tongue into me, taking deep licks up my pussy to the clit and now she uses her fingers to stroke my aching hole, and sucks deeply on my clit again as I come yet again, and by now I’ve lost control!

As the shudders of pleasure continue, she uses her fingers to press on my clit, but sucks the lips as she does and her tongue slides into me and I come like I never have before! I’m shaking like a bucking bronco, and my hips are going every which way as I push her face deeper into me! She licks and sucks as hard as she can and my orgasm seems to last for a solid minute as I make more noise than I ever have!

She stops, and the tremors of bliss slowly subside. I gasp in relief that the intensity is over, but I cry with joy over the feelings I have for this beautiful girl who made me feel this way.

“How you feel now, Kayla? You like it with girls?” she asks with an impudent smile.

“Oooohhh Liese, that was so good! I’ve never felt anything like it!” I gush.

“That’s ’cause girls know whats girls like! I bet boys gives better blowjobs, too!” she says with a giggle.

“I’ll have to ask around on that, don’t know for sure!” For some reason this sends us off in a fit of giggling.

We come down and cuddle together, and she curls up under my arm as we kiss.

“I don’t know, I’ve only known you a few hours, but I think I like you lots, Kayla. I’m not for causing trouble with your boyfriend though.”

“Um, James will have to deal with it. I think I like you lots, too. Enough to see how this works out. You’re very sweet, as well as pretty good in bed!” I say with a wicked smirk.

She laughs and runs her fingers through my hair.

“Liese? Do you want me to….lick you like you did me? I will, but I’ve never done it so I don’t know if I’ll be very good at it.” I’m worried that my inexperience could derail this before it gets going.

“If you want to, I would love that, but I liked pleasing you. Feel me, I get very wet when I do that for a girl. You don’t have to.”

“I’ll try my best, I want to hear you make the same kind of noise I made….”

“Oh. Then I try to help you by telling you what I likes. You should always start off though with lots of kisses. Lots and lots of kisses.” she says with a grin. I take her face in my hands and kiss away. Her lips are soft and sweet, had I known kissing girls was like this, I’d have tried it ages ago!

I kiss and kiss, and then I slowly move to kiss her nipples, which are fully erect and just begging for attention. I take the one and lick it, and then softly take it in between my lips and suck it only to hear her let out a soft moan. I feel my own heat build as she does, and now I understand this kind of desire, to please her only makes my own pleasure the greater! Why did I never feel this with a guy?

I continue to lick and suck them and she only gives me direction when I bite down too hard, but she softly tells me I am doing well as her little sighs of pleasure continue, and I slide my fingers down to caress her smooth pussy. I don’t know what she likes, but I know I love to slide my fingers up and down just on the edge of the lips, so I do that and I’m rewarded by a little bit of wetness and a small yip of pleasure, and I continue. I gently slide my index finger to the top of her wetness and gently stroke her clit, which is bigger than mine and engorged so I rub it as I softy bite down on her nipple and this time I elicit a muffled scream as she caresses the back of my head! I am making her feel good!

I can’t delay any longer, but before I go down on her, I pull my finger up and show her as I suck it softly and taste a woman for the first time! It is….different, but I like it, and now I simply have to taste her fully! I slowly glide my tongue up her lips to flick it against her clit, and she writhes in bliss as I do, I suck on it and her hips buck and twist, and I softly bite down on it and she gasps!

She murmurs softly. “Oh baby, dat voelt goed! Alstublieft, niet stoppen!” I don’t speak Dutch, but I’m convinced it’s not a complaint!

“Do you like me tasting you, baby?” I ask softly and in between licks.

“Ja, heel veel! You are making me feel so sexy!”

I lick and suck her with everything I’ve got and she continues to moan and gasp as I pleasure her, and now I reach down between my own legs to rub my clit because I am just about soaking myself! It feels so fucking hot to make this beautiful goddess scream with pleasure! I drive my tongue as deep as I can, and use my free hand to tap against her clit, as my other hand takes care of my own, it’s awkward, but it feels so good!

“Mijn God! Ik kom! Oh, I am coming for you!” and with that shout, her smooth pussy gushes forth and it soaks my face, but I stick my tongue out and try to get as much of her juices in my mouth as possible! She shakes and shudders and bucks back and forth, but then she begins to slowly calm down and even as she relaxes, little quakes of pleasure wash over her lithe body and she punctuates them with soft sighs as she falls backwards to the pillows. My own orgasm isn’t so spectacular, but it’s good, and it was with her, which makes it better.

I pull myself up to face her and kiss her deeply.

“Liese, you…….are amazing.”

She opens her eyes and shyly smiles at me.

“You….make me feel so…special…thank you for being with me…”

“You’re welcome, was I okay at it?”‘

She grabs me and squeezes my butt. “What you think? I grab everyone’s butt? No, I only do that if you makes me feel real nice…and I feel, really, really nice.”

We cuddle and enjoy the afterglow of our lovemaking and we just talk. We shower together and she spends the night in my arms. I not only have a fabulous bass player, but I think I have my first girlfriend! Thank you, Becky, I never thought your being selfish would pay off, but I guess I was wrong!

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My is Wife is 54 Learning about Lesbians

So, after about an hour Dottie pulled my wife close to her and spooned her on the bed her big tits and hairy pussy rubbing up against my wife’s ass. See, baby the good thing is you just got the shit fucked out of you ,and your old man will never know, other than the smell of your cum all over you !!
Call him, tell him you have had a little to much to drink you are going to have your friend Dottie drive you to her house to stay the night ,you be home in the morning. My wife, being ever reluctant started to resist,but Dottie would have none of it. “Call him,cunt,or you will be sorry.” With that she called me, told me the story, and I told her ,”great,that I would see her tomorrow.”
No that was not so hard was it baby,Dottie said to my wife, c’mon get into the truck,don’t bother dressing,just bring your clothes. My wife grabbed her clothes and climbed into the truck buck naked.
Dottie lived about a half hour away in a secluded area in a farmhouse.
As Dottie stopped the truck Dee wondered what she had gotten herself into. Dottie reached over pulled Dee to her, and kissed her hard pulling the back of her head to her forcing her to accept Dottie’s tongue into her mouth. She could smell her pussy on Dottie’s breath.C’mon honey, the night is young.
As they entered the farmhouse,Dee could not help but notice the lesbian art, and other items in the house. Just throw your clothes over there, you won’t be needing them tonight,Dottie said laughing.
Hungry ? “No thank you, Dee said.
Well, I’m going to grab something, I’m going to need the energy !
Dee felt very awkward, not having clothes on, but Dottie had went into another room, so for the moment it was bearable.
That didn’t last for long. Dottie came out naked as well,her saggy big tits swaying.She told Dee to take her hand,there is something I want to show you.They walked into a dark room, Dee could not see a thing.Dottie shut ,then latched the door. The she turned the light on ,and the sight made Dee’s blood run cold. The room looked like something out of a Medevil dungeon ! Whips, and chains,tables,straps and all kinds and sizes of dildos, and sex toys.
“No, no I’m not doing this,I’m getting out of here,said Dee.As she went by Dottie, she felt a sharp jab of a needle, in her shoulder,”I don’t think so baby’,said Dottie.
Dee woke up strapped down on a table, her legs strapped in stirrups, exposing her pussy and asshole to Dottie.”Sorry, about that, but I can’t have you leave until you are fully trained!
I’m going to give you some small things to remember this by. “What,what are you going to do?,asked Dee. I’m just going to give you some jewelry, I know you like jewelry right?,Yea,said Dee.

Dottie turned to a table,and turned to produce some alcohol,which she rubbed on Dee’s pussy. Wait, you said jewelry!,Well baby a clit ring IS jewelry ! NO,cried Dee !No !!
But Dottie got a forceps and pulled Dees clit out into the light,holding the forceps,pierced the hood with a 14g needle,Dee let out a bloodcurdling scream,crying. The worst is over baby, the burning is just the alcohol, it will pass. Dottie pulled a solid gold clir ring out of the door and threaded it through Dee’s clit! Beautiful, baby you should see, a little piece of gold peeking out of your bush !
Dee’s tears started to subside,”than god that’s over.” Well, almost said Dottie.”What, no,more,no more! Well, just a little more honey. Have I told you how much I love those big hard nipples of yours? They are hard all the time!”Yea, from breastfeeding says Dee.
Dotties starts wiping down Dee’s nipples with alcohol, by now Dee knew what was coming next.Please don’t hurt me,said Dee.
Pain and pleasure,my baby,pain and pleasure. With that Dottie grabbed Dee’s tit and pierced her nipple with the same 14g needle,threaded a gold nipple ring in it, and then did the other. See, that wasn’t so bad I put some lidocaine gel on your nipples.
Are we done?, asked Dee. For now baby. Can I get up please. Not quite yet, my little slut. With that Dottie, release the part of the table that was supporting Dee’s head and removed it,causing Dee’s head to drop over the table.Her head was just below waist height now. Time for your first lesson,bitch.With that Dottie walked over spread her thick thighs and covered Dee’s face. You want to breath again, you better start eating my pussy,bitch.Dee struggled, she wasn’t a lesbian, she would never do this,but she could not breath her mouth and nose were covered by Dottie’s hairy,gushy pussy !! Stick out your tongue,get it in my pussy,and start eating, or so help me I’ll bury you where no one will find you,said Dottie.With that Dee’s head started to bob from side to side,darting her tongue in and out of the gash covering her face.
Thats it baby,almost here, almost,finally Dottie,left out a gutteral grunt, and her juices sprayed all over Dee’s face and hair! O yea baby, you are a good little pussy eater !!
Now, lets see how good you are at rimming assholes ! With that she turned around and pushed her brown hairy asshole onto Dee’s face. Same deal cunt, eat and rim my ass or die! Now, Dottie’s asshole was not the cleanest, pieces of shit, toilet paper hanging on the hairs, but Dee had no choice. Stick your tongue in my asshole, fuck it with your tongue! Dee stiffened her tongue, and pushed it past the wrinkles in to the pink crevice. Ok, baby, that will do for now.
Can I get off this now please? asked Dee.In a minute I have something for you. She reached to the table and pulled a dog collar off, and placed it around Dee’s neck. Perfect! Dottie unstrapped Dee, and she fell off the table ,sweaty,cum covered, blood trickling from her nipples and clit. As she sat up Dottie placed straps around her wrists and ankles with clasps on them. Dottie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the floor where there were four eye bolts. On your hand and knees my little bitch!
Dottie snapped all four clamps into the eye bolts, as to place her in the “doggie position. How appropriate baby.Dottie went out of the room and Dee hear her open the front door,Brutus house! yelled Dottie. Then Dee heard Dottie close the door,next thing Dee saw the biggest dog she had ever seen in her life!
…Now Brutus was a Great Dane, his cock when it was unsheathed was about 10 inches long and 4 inches in diameter before it was knotted.
No! No! Cried my wife as she struggled against the leather straps o her wrists and ankles!
I’d gag you but I want to her this said Dottie! O god,said my wife as Brutus continued his tongue attack on her pussy and asshole! O I think he’s getting excited,said Dottie his dick is coming out! You should see it babe, what you are going to get!
Brutus was now in full fuck mode, and mounted Dee and wrapped his front paws around her belly, his glistening dog dick spreading her cunt lips and impaling her to his balls on his first push! O my god he’s in my cervix yelled Dee, and Brutus now began to pummel her cunt in and out! Please, please he is tearing me ! Shut up Princess, its fine! Dee had no idea that the fucking was just the beginning. Brutus violently fucked her for what seemed an eternity, then he began to knot her.
His cock growing in her was unbearable and she screamed out in misery and pain. Her hairy cunt lips stretched around his dog cock,semen leaking down her asshole and thighs!
The knot is about twice the size of his cock baby, I’m impressed! Finally the knot loosened and it popped out of Dee’s cunt with a plop. Gobs of dog cum flowing out of her stretched,open pussy running down her asshole making a puddle on the floor.
Her Brutus, mommy has another treat for you, and Dee felt something being smeared on her cum covered asshole,Wha? Peanut Butter, he loves it! Brutus dove in, licking Dee’s asshole until she began convulsing
,squirting cum all over Brutus. Oh, oh baby! The scent of cum brought Brutus back to life, and he immediately mounted Dee again,but as he tried to mount her cunt his cock found her asshole !AAGGHHH !Dee tried to thrash,to pull away, but Brutus’s cock was already pushing past her sphincter,and the rest of his cock was coming hard! Please, please stop him, I cant take the knot in my ass, I’ll do anything you want……
Brutus,home,said Dottie,Brutus backed out Dee, her asshole stretched ,hanging open. Don’t worry, baby it will go back the way it was in a little bit. You really surprised me I thought you woul be one that would pass out when he knotted you, most women can’t take that but you, you are good !
Laying in a puddle of cum, and sweat,Dottie unshackled Dee, who just collapsed on the floor in a heap. Come on you need to clean your ass up, come on !!Dee, barely had the energy to move, but Dottie grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the shower, as Dee screamed.Shut up cunt !!Wash yourself the hell up get that dog cum out of your pussy and ass !
Dee wondered what else could this crazy bitch have in store for her? What other possible deprivation could she possibly do to her?Her pussy felt like glass had shredded her and her asshole was on fire, and bleeding.Get dried off and dry your hair,don’t worry about clothes, you are not going to need them.

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Layla went down the basement to a tied Laura and showed her that she too could be a mistress. But she got carried away and did the mistake all inexperience dom makes. She forgot to take safety into account.

Chapter 6

When I woke up, Laura was not in the room. I quickly scuttled off my bed. My pussy ached and reminded me of the few special hours I had with Laura last night and I smiled.

“Yeah. That.” I fluffed my semi-tangled hair and still couldn’t believe I actually fooled around with my sister. Well, ‘fool around’ would be an understatement.

I went down to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. As I drank the much needed fluid, I took a glanced around the house. It was empty. I was expecting to see my aunt or my sister or both of them somewhere around. I walked to the window and looked into the curb and sure enough my aunt’s car wasn’t there.

A thought cross my mind. If my aunt wasn’t in the house, could my sister be in the basement? A knowing grin tugged at my lips. I went back to my room to get a bobby pin and came back down. A quick pick at the lock and the door was unlocked, much to my horror that I could pick a lock this quickly of course.

I walked down to the basement without the usual practiced discretion. My sister knew I knew and my aunt wasn’t here. So there wasn’t any point to be discreet. Once I got down there, I went behind the stairs and removed the cleverly placed boxes, revealing the hidden wooden panel that led to the secret room.

A soft moan permeating through the air as soon as the panel was lifted up. My supposedly satisfied sexual desire was reignited instantly. I felt a familiar heat swelling between my legs. My cheek flushed, a reaction I didn’t expect since I should have overcome my embarrassment of my little voyeuristic indulgence. Nevertheless, it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling.

When I reached the lower basement, my lungs deflated at the spectacle in front of me. Laura was on the bed, splayed to a spread-eagle posture. Her limbs were pulled taunt to the bedposts by a series of ropes. She was blindfolded and gagged, helplessly writhing on the bed. Between her spread legs was a box I vaguely recognized. After a moment, I realized it was the same box that had driven a dildo into Laura’s pussy a few days ago.

I walked closer to my immobile sister. The closeness allowed a better view of Laura’s body as well as the glass dildo gliding in and out of her lazily. At least a good three quarter of the dildo was coated with Laura’s juice when the dildo came out of her. Then, the cycle was repeated, the tip of the dildo eased forward. Laura’s pussy puckered, stretched and then engulfed the thick tip. Inch by inch, the dildo burrowed deeper until her pussy lips grazed the faint boundary of the wet portion and the dry. It went on and on, slow and sedated, mechanical and indifferent, as I stood there and watched.

“Layla?” I heard my sister mumbled through the gag.

As if snapping out of a dream, I jumped.

“Yes, I’m here.” I said nervously. My face was equally red as hers.

“My gag.” she mumbled breathlessly. I didn’t get her the first time, but when she repeated three more times, I grabbed hold on the belt on each side and yanked the gag away from her mouth.

“That’s better.” my sister let out a shuddery sigh.

I watched her swallowing and gave her jaw a good stretch. Since she already knew I was here, I went for her blindfold as well. As soon as my fingers grazed her cheeks, she jerked away and blushed deeper in red.

“No, no. That one stays.” she muttered shyly. Her embarrassment made me grin amusingly.

“Ah, I see.” I chuckled understandingly.

If I was tied in such a humiliating posture with a dildo taking its sweet time fucking my pussy as if it had all the time in the world, I wouldn’t want to look at someone’s eyes too. Particularly if I knew that person.

“Where did aunt Mary go?” I asked and looked around the room.

Without the need to be discreet anymore, I was able to focus on my surrounding rather than where I should put my foot. I saw several modernized implements of torture. A metal stock. A well lacquered chair with two protruding devices on the seat. A Spanish donkey, an implement that was recently made known to me through the hours of surfing the wrong side of the internet. The more I looked, the more my pussy throbbed in anticipation. Could I use them? Could I make someone to use them?

“I…I don’t know.” Laura’s shrill voice pulled me away from my lecherous thoughts.

“Did she say when she’ll be back?” I added.

“She never tells me when she’ll be back.” she pouted, a little resentment peppered her voice. “And I hate not knowing!” she added before shuddering and tugging the ropes.

“Okay. You seem distressed.” I remarked with a laugh.

“You won’t be laughing if you are here. Ugh!” My sister grunted. “It’s driving me crazy. I can’t come!”

I turned my attention to her pussy again. The redness was palpable. I could even smell her arousal from where I was standing. If that wasn’t enough to tell me that Laura wanted to come, the moist spot on the bed sheet underneath her pussy certainly did.

“You want me to speed it up?” I asked helpfully.

“No! Don’t! I mustn’t come.” she pressed herself onto the bed and let out a resigned sigh.

“Ah.” . Her words from last night came back to me. “So, aunt Mary doesn’t allow you to come?”

“Fuck!” Laura shuddered again. I thought she didn’t hear me until she finally said, “Oh God, even if she allows me to come, I still couldn’t.” she mewled.

“I can see why.” I remarked before licking my dry lips. That dildo was moving too slowly to give any tangible stimulation. It’s constant benign presence only served as a tease more than salvation. My pussy moistened at that thought; to put someone so close to the fruit of pleasure, yet never truly giving it.

“Can you…can you turn it off?” she groaned and shifted uncomfortably.

I looked at the box and it didn’t take long for me to spot the three dials and a glowing red on/off switch on the top. The three dials were indicated by white lettering at the bottom; Speed. Depth. Vibration. And the settings were one, five and zero respectively.

“I guess I can.” I said suggestively. My fingers clutched on the ‘Speed’ dial and turned the setting to ‘two’. The change was immediate. The dildo moved faster.

“Layla.” Laura cried hysterically. Her voice sent an electrifying thrill down my spine and my core erupted with lust.

“What?” I asked innocently and turned the dial to ‘three’.

Laura jerked against the restraints. An animalistic grunt escaped from her throat. “Layla! W-what are you doing?”

“You made me come four times yesterday. I thought I should return the favor.” and click, the dial was turned to ‘four’.

“Stop! Layla! Please sto- I’m-I’m coming!” she shrieked as her body tensed to an arc.

I flipped the switch, instantly killing the power. The dildo ran through two complete cycles before coming to a complete stop. Laura jerked and then slammed the back of her head onto the pillow a few times in frustration.

“Ugh! Layla you bitch!” Laura cursed angrily. And I meant angrily. She practically spat the words out.

Ignoring her crudeness, I turned the dial back to one and flipped the switch the other way. The motor whined softly, pushing the dildo forward. I watched Laura gritted her teeth when the tip of the dildo sank slowly into her reluctant pussy.

“Is that how you address your mistress?” I asked pointedly.

At the sound of my stern voice, Laura blushed and shook her head. A long salacious moan came out of her as she writhed. Playing my part, I pinched Laura’s right nipple and tugged it hard.

“Are you dumb? Or do I have to do something with that wet pussy of yours to make you talk?”

“No.” Laura exhaled.

“No what?” I tugged harder.

“No mistress.” she corrected.

“Good.” By the time I let go of her nipple, both nubs were already hardened.

My lips couldn’t stop grinning. I had never expected being in control of someone’s arousal could be so… invigorating. Was this what aunt Mary had felt when she delivered the punishments?

Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants and panties in one fluid movement. I stepped out of the pile of discarded garment and climbed onto the bed. My feet flanked Laura’s head and as soon as got a firm footing on the soft mattress, I squatted. My pussy was pressed against Laura’s lips. There was a gasp, then a small hesitation, followed by a sniff. Finally, her tongue took refuge in my wet folds.

“Yes.” I murmured. My fingers pressed on my clitoris and began moving in a circular motion. My hips slowly undulated, grinding my damped pussy on Laura’s suckling mouth and slithering tongue.

The heat on my neck rose and sweat began to drench my shirt. I pulled it over my head and tossed it haphazardly to the side. My bra met the same fate as well and joined the scattered fabric on the floor.

Completely lost in arousal, I leaned forward and nestled my nose on Laura’s pussy. The musky scent pushed my arousal to an even higher state. My tongue darted to her wetness and I finally tasted my sister’s pussy.

“Oh mistress. Thank you mistress.” Laura said between licks.

I parted her labia further to seek out her clitoris. It didn’t take long for me to find the red engorged nub. I mouthed over it and began to suck, my tongue darted forward and tasted the delicious bundle of nerves. Laura’s thighs tensed out of the corner of my eyes. She was clearly enjoying this little activity as much as I did.

My nose burrowed between her folds, drowning myself in her scent. Despite the dildo’s constant movement of driving into Laura’s pussy tirelessly, it didn’t become a distraction. In fact, it only exacerbated my arousal as I watched the helpless pussy engulfed the thick length over and over again.

“Yes.” I heard my own voice saying. “That’s it. Keep going.”

My tongue limped back into my mouth. My vision blurred. The room, the furniture, Laura, the bed…everything fell away. A surge of heat rushed through my body as if a warm summer wind had course through me. My body trembled. My lungs froze, locked in a fluctuating pulse of short gasp. My heart leaped to my throat as I grunted. Nothing seemed to matter anymore as an orgasm was ripped out of my body, shattering every bit of my consciousness.

I collapsed onto the side.

“Holy shit, Laura. That’s amazing.” I hissed and pushed myself away from her.

“Thank you mistress.” Laura gasped shyly.

When I moved away from the bed and picked up my clothes, Laura let out a soft whimper.

“What’s the matter?” I asked worriedly, fearing that I might have accidentally hit her when my body convulsed during the orgasm.

“Mistress, I still haven’t come yet.” she added desperately.

A grin cracked on my face. “But didn’t you say you mustn’t come, Laura?” I reminded her.

“Please, mistress. I need to come.” Laura shifted uncomfortably, the ropes tightened around the bed post as she tugged against them.

I gave her an pitied look. It didn’t seem fair for me to have my orgasm while Laura hadn’t. She did do a good job giving me yet another mind blowing orgasm and I wasn’t the kind that didn’t repay the kindness of others.

But then again, I wasn’t the one being tied.

“Well, I don’t know.” I shrugged noncommittally. “I didn’t want to get you in trouble.” I added and cast her a lopsided grin.

“Please. Just once.” she pleaded.

“Well, I guess you deserve it.” I chuckled and turned the dial to ‘two’.

“Emmm…” Laura moaned.

Out of the scale of ten, two wasn’t any more stimulating than one. There’s still plenty more to go and I wasn’t planning on making it easy for her. I was sadistically inclined after all. Smiling, I switched to position three and watched as Laura’s expression mellowed. She was enjoying it, clearly oblivious to what I had in mind for her.

I switched to position four and a wry smile curled on Laura’s lips.

I switched to position five and a soft moan rippled out of her lips.

And I flipped the switch to off.

“Mistress?!” the horror in Laura’s face was priceless as it was liberating.

“Shhh…”

Unable to distinguish if I was just playing her or simply doing my part as her mistress, Laura eyed me irritably through the blindfold. Even without seeing her eyes, I could tell she was frightened of and confused at my current disposition. I used the opportunity to pull her gag back up to her mouth.

“I don’t think I should let you come.” I whispered into her ear, my voice so thick with sadistic promises even I was alarmed.

Turning the dial back to one, I flipped the switch to the ‘on’ position once again. The dildo once again moved forward sluggishly, penetrating the gaping pussy one slow inch at a time, teasing the soft pink flesh to the edge without any possible reprieve of orgasmic release.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I pecked a light kiss on her cheek.

After putting on my clothes, I went back up stairs, putting everything back to place and locking the basement door just in case, and darted to my room. I had been in the secret room for quite a while and without knowing when my aunt would be back would mean certain risk of her walking in on me. So I called her with my cellphone. She picked up after two tone and asked what’s the problem.

“Where are you?” I asked innocently. “And Laura too.” I quickly added.

“We are at the mall, shopping for the stuff Laura will need for her college.”

Yeah, right. The college. The one with chains and whips?

“So when are you two coming back?” I asked, ignoring my sarcastic inner voice.

“Around four.” she said. “Why?”

“Nothing, really. I was getting lonely and wondering why I was left behind.” I pouted as I fibbed.

Aunt Mary chuckled and I knew she swallowed my bullshit right off the spoon. “I’ll get you a cake.”

“You better.” I said sternly. “See you.”

“See you too.”

I killed the connection and stuffed the phone into my pocket. My lips couldn’t help but to smile. It’s only half past noon now. With a smug smile, I strode confidently back to the secret room with a head full of ideas that I should have felt repulsive of myself. But I didn’t.

And that would be one of my biggest mistake.

Chapter 7

I didn’t remember how it turned out like this. Everything seemed fine just hours ago. I looked at my trembling hands as I sat on a leather couch that smelled of fresh polish. The lighting in this room was dim, which was good because I didn’t want anyone to see my tear strickened face. My head was kept low, out of the sight of the people walking around me.

The soft music played at the back did nothing to sooth my troubled heart. The light chatter of the people around only made it harder for me to breath. The shimmering chandelier the size of a mini cooper hung overhead provided no light to clear the darkness in my shattered heart. The exquisite art pieces and posh carpet faded to the background like they were nothing worth to be admired and adored.

Tears were running down my cheeks and I allowed them to meet at the tip of my chin before dripping off onto my jeans. The tears reminded me of the time when the news of mum and dad came. It reminded me of the looks on their face as they smiled brightly at Laura and me before leaving the house for the very last time and to their eventual deaths.

“You take care of your big sister, Layla.” my mother’s words resonated within me as I remembered our final moment together. Her hands were soft against my face and the kiss on my face was the single most precious memory I had of her.

They always knew I was more responsible than my sister and even though Laura was older than me, I had never failed to assume the position to be the one in charge. At least until Laura turned nineteen and began mixing with those wretched friends of hers.

But the fact remained, I was still the responsible one. I was entrusted to take care of my sister and to care for her well-being. I shouldn’t have let my aunt peruse Laura as if she was a sex slave. I shouldn’t even participate in the ridiculousness. I should have noticed the pain Laura endured sooner. I should have known how to untie those ropes, or even learned to untie them first before even doing anything to her. And most of all I shouldn’t have pushed her that much.

But my sadistically inclined lust commanded me like a misguided general leading his army into an abysmal end. I thought I knew best. I thought I couldn’t have done anything wrong.

I was wrong.

“How is she?” I heard my aunt asked softly. The couch shifted as she stood up. A pair of fine leather shoes came into my view.

“She’s fine. The muscle tear is serious but the damage should heal. She strained her tendon too but I didn’t think it is anything too serious.” a man, addressed by my aunt as Rowan and a friend of hers I presumed, informed with a wry tone.

“That’s good. Any long term effect?” my aunt asked.

“No. But she will have to rest for a few days so that the muscles can heal properly. And she needs to stay off of any heavy activity for at least six weeks.” he stressed on the words ‘heavy activity’ and that told me he might know of aunt Mary’s sadomasochistic endeavors.

“Alright. I understand.” my aunt’s voice was defeated, almost as if she was embarrassed to say anything further.

“I’ll prescribe her some painkillers for the pain and anti-histamine for the swelling. I’ll keep monitoring her for now and if she develops fever, we may have to admit her.”the man added, sounding exactly like a doctor. I chanced a glance at him.

Rowan was a man in his thirties, straight cut hair, wearing spectacle, pink shirt and black pants, the sleeve folded up until his mid arm. He looked like he could be working in a pediatric department with that nice, cleanly shaven, approachable and friendly face.

“Thanks Rowan.” Aunt Mary gave a curt nod. “Can I see her now?”

“She’s asleep. I gave her sedative to sleep through the pain and stop her from moving too much. The first few hours are crucial for a good recovery ahead. She won’t be waking anytime soon. You might want to head back home and rest first. She should wake up in the next morning.” Rowan explained.

“I see. Well, I guess I’ll head back first.”

My heart raced. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to leave this place, the place where I could find solace and hide from reality, from the coming retribution I so well deserved, from the disappointed look on aunt Mary’s face. It’s like I was a five year old once again, waiting to be given an earful at the dining table for breaking a vase.

“Mer,” the man said, his voice laden uncertainty. “This never happened before. I thought you’re always careful.”

“I know.” Aunt Mary sighed solemnly.

“Is it because…” the man trailed off.

“No, it has nothing to do with her being my niece.” my aunt snapped.

“I’m sorry.” the man apologized sincerely. “But people aren’t taking it lightly that you turned your niece into a sub. It’s taboo and all, you know.”

“If a prosecutor can be tied and fucked by the defendant that she was supposed to prosecute a few days later within these walls, I can’t see how our relationship is any worse.” aunt Mary remarked pointedly.

“You have a point.” Rowan sighed and shook his head.

“Besides, this place embraces taboos. It is where people go to satisfy their darkest fantasies without being scorn by society. You, as I recalled, fucked two of your patients at the same time a few days ago at room number seven.”

I suddenly felt really out of place as I reluctantly listened to their conversation. Then, something they said hit me. Could this place be the club aunt Mary told Laura?

In fact, I had been thinking for quite a while now. Why didn’t aunt Mary bring Laura to the hospital. Why bring her to some posh club that seemed nothing to do with healthcare and more to do with rich people burning money for the wrong things. And now I realized why.

Hospital staff asked too many questions. Questions that would lead to an insurmountable trouble for aunt Mary if answered. It would only be wise to bring Laura to the club and seek medical treatment from a doctor that wasn’t a stranger to taboos and understood the incestuous relationship that would otherwise be frowned upon.

“Layla.” aunt Mary’s voice startled me, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Time to go.”

Aunt Mary drove silently on the road as I rode shotgun, equally as quiet as she was. I hazarded a glance and instantly regretted it. Her face was strained. An unspoken disappointment was written all over her face. Cringing, I turned to the window and stared absentmindedly at the blur of white markings on the road.

The car suddenly cut into a driveway and jerked to a stop. I heard the door unlocked and aunt Mary went out of the car. The door was slammed shut and it felt like a kick to my stomach. I bit my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop myself from crying again.

God, it was terrible. I would have felt better if aunt Mary had just screamed at me. I would even be grateful if she would slap me across the face. In fact, anything would be fine. Any retribution would be welcomed. Anything except this silence. The silence that was etching at my heart and exacerbating the guilt I felt.

Aunt Mary hadn’t said a thing to me since Rowan went into the room to examine Laura. Except for the four words – Laura, Time to go. The words were cold and indifferent, as if she was saying it because she didn’t have any other choice.

When the driver’s door opened, I heard the crumpling noise of polystyrene bag. I didn’t turn to see what she had bought because I was scare to look her in the eyes. The eyes of disappointment and regret, anger and resignation…the eyes that no longer see me as the sweet niece she had always thought I was.

I heard the bag being tossed to the backseat haphazardly. Then, there’s a popping sound as if a cork was yanked out of a champagne bottle. The smell of alcohol immediately hit me and I turned to my aunt. To my horror, she was taking a swig off a bottle of wine. Every inch of my nerve prickled with worry. My heart clenched as she took another long swig. She had never taken alcohol like that before. She always drank them off a cup or glass. And most of all, she never drank when she drives.

“Aunt Mary?” I muttered nervously.

“Don’t speak.” she spat and took another swig. “Hold this.” she handed me the bottle of wine and then gunned the engine.

As she drove, I took the task between passing her the bottle when she needed it and checking the vicinity for cops. I never liked the idea of drunk driving since my parents were killed by an idiot whom thought he could drive a FWD with an alcohol concentration seventeen times the legal limit in his blood.

But with the predicament at hand, I didn’t raise any objection. I did the only thing I could, checking for cops, passing her the bottle when she needed it, and be wary of any car in front of us that we might accidentally hit.

We reached our home , much to my relief, without any incident. Aunt Mary killed the engine, snatched the bottle away from my hand and left the car while I was still sitting there not knowing what to do. I watched her climbed the steps one unsteady step at a time and when she reached the door, she clumsily fished her bag for the keys. When she got in, she left the door wide open and disappeared into the house.

Reluctantly, I stepped out of the car and went into the house. When I reached the living room, aunt Mary had just walked out of the kitchen. The bottle was still in her hand.

“You dinner in on the table.” she said coldly before heading upstairs. I watched her lumbered up the steps before turning to a corner. Finally, I heard the door shut. The sound punctured my heart and I broke down and began crying.

After emptying my tear ducts for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, I closed the front door. I made a point to lock it since the last thing I wanted was a burglar slipping in to our house. I went to the kitchen next and when I saw what was on the table, my heart cringed. I felt queasy as I looked at my dinner. It was a piece of cake.

My favorite cake, Dark Forest. The piece of cake that aunt Mary had promised to buy for me because she thought I felt left behind. Because she didn’t know that I had lied to her. The cake that reminded me of my stupidity and the cruelty Laura suffered and the agony she had to endure for the following weeks.

I dragged the chair dejectedly and took a seat. There’s a tiny plastic fork in the box. I picked it up and fork a piece of the confectionery to my mouth. I slowly chewed and rolled the cake around my tongue. The cream didn’t taste sweet. I forked another piece. The chocolate tasted bitter. I forked the strawberry. The little fruit was bland. This was the first time a cake had tasted so disgustingly horrid to me. But I kept eating since I didn’t really know what else I could be doing.

Aunt Mary did not come out of her room ever since she was back. The house felt really empty, even more empty than before. The subtle warmth that had developed over the years of sweet memories was replaced with a frigid silence. The silence that reminded me of my mistake, singeing my heart with guilt.

When I hit the bed, I cried as I thought for hours how I could reverse the time and do things right. Stop aunt Mary from doing the things she did to Laura. Stop my sister from befriending the wrong kinds of friends. Stop myself from becoming what I had become. A sadist. An unforgivable sadist. Finally, stop my parents from going on that trip that took their life.

I wanted to start over again.

But that’s impossible.

Sleep didn’t come easily that night. Fortunately, it did come and granted me few hours of blissful reprieve.

The recurring alarm I set on my phone for the weekdays woke me up. I swore this ringtone was never this annoying before. I grabbed the parading device and ended the nuisance it made with a thumb slide on the screen. Then, I dropped the phone onto the ground.

I had school today. Figures. But my body simply didn’t have the will to rise from the bed. It wasn’t the lack of sleep that gravitated me to the solace of my mattress. It was the debilitating guilt that weighted me down as if a massive piece of concrete was sitting on my chest.

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. Then, another tear followed. And another.

Memories of what I did to Laura came back to haunt me like a wronged poltergeist. It was relentless as it was suffocating. I placed my arm over my eyes as the guilt-induced sorrow ripped through my body in gasping sobs.

Why didn’t I notice it earlier? The question plagued my conscience and strangled my morality.

I remembered Laura’s bellowing cries. I remembered how those cries excited me more that I would admit. I remembered how the cries made me wanted to rip more out of her. The cries of delight, as I first thought. Nothing sounded better than the shrill voice of my sister punctuated the secret room. Only after a minute did I register the distress reverberating in those cries. By the time I had removed her gag, half suspecting she was joking with me, it was already too late.

“My leg! My leg!” the words came back to me. “Ahhhh…my leg! Cramp! Ahhh…”

I shuddered and curled tighter under the sheet. My heart cringed at the memory of the spasm on Laura’s right thigh. I almost thought her leg would simply snap under all those strain. I must have looked like a clueless idiot then, gawking in fear with no bearing of what to do.

When I wanted to untie her leg, I only made the rope tighter by pulling on the wrong end. More precious time was wasted. When I wanted to cut the rope, there wasn’t any tool in the room that would do the trick. Another wasted minutes there. Out of option, I ran back up to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and went back to Laura. Even that took a few seconds. When I wanted to cut the rope, the pathetically blunt knife barely able to tear out a few meager strands.

“Hurry! Layla!” Laura screamed in pain.

“Fuck!” I threw the knife to the ground and went back up to my room where I kept a pair of scissors in the drawer.

By the time I came back down to the secret room, Laura’s face was as pale as moonlight. She was no longer screaming, or thrashing…she was no longer doing anything.

“Laura?” I rushed to her with the scissors. I quickly cut the ropes tying her limbs, starting with the rope around her right ankle. The ropes were more robust than I expected and took me quite a bit of strength to cut them.

“Laura?” I asked again, my voice thick with desperation and fear, hoping against all odds that she was fine.

There was no response. Laura’s eyes were half closed, her pupil rolling around as if she couldn’t focus her sight. Her lips were quivering and her body trembling. Cold sweat beaded her forehead.

“Laura?” I called to her again.

No response.

And that was when I knew something terrible had happened to Laura. Without a choice, I called aunt Mary. The following event was a blur, a mangled mess of memories. I vaguely remembered it didn’t take long for aunt Mary to come back home. She made a few phone calls. She dressed up Laura with loose pajamas she brought down to the basement. Then, she carried her out to her car. I simply followed behind as I didn’t know what to do.

Thinking back what happened yesterday eradicated any hope for me to resume my sleep. I simply lied on bed, hoping that aunt Mary would soon come in and tell me to go to school. She always did that when I slept through my alarm. And perhaps using that opportunity to apologize for everything that had happened.

The morning sun rose above the horizon, casting its very first glimmer of light through the window blinds. I turned to the digital clock and it was already nine forty. My heart sank. Aunt Mary didn’t not come.

Reluctantly, I crawled out of my bed and went down stairs. I went straight to the kitchen since that’s where aunt Mary would be in the morning. But instead of finding her, I found a plate containing a piece of toast and a fried sunny side up. I went to check for her car and it was not at the curb.

I dropped onto the couch and I let out a sigh. Pulling up my knees, I hugged them tightly against my chest. I felt my heart cracked, for my aunt to ignore me to this extend. I had never been in so much trouble that aunt Mary shunted herself from me.

I tipped over and stretched my body out along the couch. I eyed at the walls absentmindedly. There’s nothing I could do now, is there? The damage in the family’s relationship. It was like a fracture in our family that could never be repaired. Will we ever be the same again?

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I’m only just getting into writing fiction, this being the 1st proper one I wrote. An uhealthy vampire obsession lead me to writing this…

Today has been a strange day. Firstly it’s my “birthday”. I don’t mean my normal birthday, I don’t exactly have those anymore, today is my Vampire Birthday. 121 years of being a vampire, 121 years of being stuck at 22, 121 years of drinking nothing but blood for breakfast, lunch and tea. Not that I mind being a vampire, I can do whatever I want, when I want , fuck all the guys I want, even if they don’t want to fuck me, I always manage to get my way with them.

I am going off track here, anyway, so it’s my birthday, but also today a new girl started at work. Her name was Ally; it’s been annoying me all day, every time someone shouted “Ally”, not knowing who they were trying to talk to. I have never seen anyone like her before; she is about my height, likes all the same stuff as me…and has a vampire obsession.

As she walked through the door this morning, the fan blowing her dyed pink and purple, straightened hair so it spread out around her face, flowing down her back hiding whatever detail was on the rear of her black tank top and stopping at the waist of her tiny black red mini skirt, her eyes dark with what I suspect was lack of sleep and a sheer look of nervousness all over her face, I couldn’t look away from her. I felt something I have never felt with a woman before, last time I had this feeling it was a guy, and the fact that I accidently killed him because I was craving his blood…yeah we won’t go there.

I’ve had crushes on women before, but never as bad as this one, the scent of her blood was driving me crazy, the blood of people I was most attracted to was always the most fragrant, and it was always hard to push away the bloodlust that wanted to overtake me. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to work with her sat in the same office, the rich smell of hot spices mixed with a hint of rose making my teeth ache.

The morning dragged by inch by inch, the lack of work making it worse, what was I suppose to concentrate on to take my mind off Ally. I could hear her typing away in the corner, knowing she was on Facebook even without turning to look; we both had nothing to do, so she couldn’t be working either. 9am slowly dragged into 10am and then 11, my hunger steadily growing. I hadn’t fed since yesterday lunch, I was glad no one else was in the room, if anyone saw my eyes they would get suspicious. No one knows I’m dead, seeing my eyes turn slowly from their natural brilliant blue into the colour of my favourite drink, my canines elongating ever so slightly every minute and the veiny, drawn appearance my face took on when I was hungry was sure to grab their attention. I could hide my face from Ally for another hour I was sure, then I could take off and grab a quick snack.

Finally I saw the tiny clock on my computer turn to 12, locking the computer, I moved as fast as I could, well, as fast as I could without giving away my vampire speed movements, snatching up my bag, pushing away my chair so hard it hurtled into the wall. As I turned I caught sight of myself in the mirror, shit, I looked worse than I thought. I couldn’t help it, being as vain as I am, I lingered in front of the mirror, checking out my vile appearance that I knew would dissipate one I got some of that warm wet stuff inside of me. Unfortunately I lingered to long. “Ally, your face…” What could I say? I just stared at her, looking into her gorgeous steel blue eyes, eyes that should be scared of me, but they weren’t they were just questioning, not caring what I was, more like wondering how I had gotten like that.

“You’re a vampire?” I mumbled out some kind of incoherent reply and made a dash to the door. Hungry. I couldn’t deal with her now. I needed blood urgently. “I have to go” I hissed out as I lurched for the door, I didn’t even bother to control my speed, but still I didn’t make it to the door, she was stood right in front of me, blocking my only exit.

She reached her hand back and turned the key that was hanging in the lock on the office door, removed it and put it down her bra. So I wasn’t the only one that used that hiding spot. Now I was trapped. Trapped in this room with a human while I was so thirsty. This couldn’t end well, she smelt so good, I wanted her, and no one would see, there was no window in here, door was locked. It would just be disposing of the body that would be the problem.

“Thirsty…need to feed…” I saw her consider this, watching my face, as my already crimson eyes changed to an even deeper shade and the veins on my face became more prominent. With no fear in her eyes, she moved her hair back so her neck was exposed. Saliva was building in my mouth at the thought of piercing the vein in her neck and drawing her blood out into me. The hunger was overwhelming, I leaped forward, grabbing her arm and swinging her round so her back was pushed against my body. She rested her head on my shoulder and looked into my eyes, surely she must be showing fear of me now, but no, she was actually smiling, how could she be enjoying the prospect of me sucking the life out of her? My fangs were now so long I couldn’t put my lips together, the sharp point digging into my swollen lip, desperate to greet nourishment.

I couldn’t resist, before I sunk my teeth in I had to kiss her. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, I had to kiss those pretty pink lips in case I accidentally killed her and I never got the chance to do it again. I run my tongue down the length of the vein in her neck tasting the salty sweat beads beginning to form, my fangs just scraping the skin before I moved to her open mouth and placed mine on hers, my fangs making it difficult but not impossible. I pulled back, but she reached behind me, her back arching away from my body slightly as she put her hands behind my head, pushing her lips up to meet mine. Her heartbeat picked up, and I could sense her arousal, but before I could do anything I needed to feed.
I forced her hands from around my neck, placing them on my hips, hoping she would keep still. I looked in to her eyes once more, still no fear; if she felt it then she wasn’t showing it. My teeth were throbbing I couldn’t wait any longer, I moved so my fangs were over the vein and prayed I could stop feeding before I sucked all the life out of her. Two beestings on the side of her neck, and her blood was being drawn into me, feeding never felt so good, this hot sticky nectar flowing down my throat, numbing the burning the thirst always created. I was careful not to let the liquid run down on to her top, if she survived it wouldn’t be a good idea to have blood stains everywhere.

I could feel her sinking down in my arms, the life draining away from her, I had to stop now, before it killed her, her pulse was slowing. The human part of me was telling me to stop, the vampire part needed more. But I wanted her, and not just her blood, I couldn’t have her if the beast in me killed her first. I somehow found the willpower to retract my fangs. She was barely conscious but I knew she would be fine. I sat her down in her chair and licked the two wounds I had made, my venom healing the holes as I watched.
As I waited for her to regain consciousness fully I went to the mirror to check that my looks were back to how they should. My eyes were now sky blue, my lips slightly red but that could be passed off as lipstick, my cheeks now rosy instead of veiny, and my teeth back to normal size.

I heard her moan, and in a flash was kneeling by her side. I took her hand, it was still cool from the blood loss but warming, she was fully alert, her heart back to beating normally sending more of the intoxicating liquor though her body. “I’ve always wanted that done to me, I love vampires”, her words were slightly slurred, but I smiled, here was a woman after my own heart, it was vampire obsession that got me into this position to start with. “There’s one other thing I’ve always wanted to do with a vampire.” I knew what that something was going to be without her saying, it’s what most humans wanted vampires for and after all it was how I had ended up like this. It was only 12.15, plenty of time for what she wanted, and since she had satisfied my craving…

I didn’t let her say any more, I put my hand on her thigh and pushed it under her skirt, she looked down at me kneeling at her feet and I just lifted my eyebrows at her, she knew then that I already knew what she meant. My hand under her skirt, I shuffled it round so it was nearer her ass but not quite touching it, my fingertips barely touching the edge of the lace on her underwear. My other hand was still holding her hand and I felt her clench it, hoping I would do what I knew she wanted. I pushed my hand slightly further under her skirt, and felt the elastic of her underwear slide over my fingers, twisting my hand round I grabbed hold and pulled it down, the other side sliding down over her narrow, slim hips without me even having to move it. She bucked her ass up into the air to release the pink lace thong and I pulled so they dropped to the floor, tangling up around her high heeled boots.

I lifted her to her feet and she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to join her underwear. If my heart could beat, it would have been beating fast; I was getting horny at seeing her naked and I could feel the wetness starting between my legs. Now hungry for her instead of her blood, I ripped the top from her, the seams tearing apart under my force; I didn’t even think what she would do later when she had no top to wear. I tossed the pieces across the room, the massacred remains landing neatly on my monitor, her double D cerise pink bra landing on top of them just seconds later.

Still light headed from lack of blood, I could see her losing balance on her feet, I didn’t want her stood up anyway, so I swept her feet from under her, this beautiful naked woman lying in my arms, I forgot what we were doing for a few seconds, but she quickly reminded me by wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my blood stained lips, unlike earlier she kissed me properly, her tongue now exploring my mouth and gently probing the canines that were now completely normal. Once she released her lips from mine, I put her down on her desk, moving aside a pile of paperwork and letting it crash to the floor, not caring about what was being messed up; we could deal with that later.

Her naked body was now lying in front of me, ready to take whatever I wanted to do with it, her nipples just begging to be played with, her pussy waiting to be fingered. I tore off my clothes, tossing them at random across the room, and climbed onto the desk, straddling Ally with my legs touching either side of her torso. I brushed my fingers along her jaw and placed my hand either side of her head, I gently kissed her lips and shuffled back, my arms stretching out in front of me, my stomach rubbing against her hipbone. My tongue sought out her erect nipples, I run my tongue round each one and gently bit and pulled them with my teeth, I heard her moan and pulled slightly harder, her hips bucking under me, I could feel her orgasm already building.

I sat back, my pussy touching hers, and proceeded to play with her boobs, my hands squeezing her breasts until they were red and swollen. I could feel her getting wet, her juices mingling with the fluids seeping from my soaked pussy.

I jumped off the desk, landing cat like at the edge of the desk. “I want you” she whispered” I smirked at her. Not bothering to speak my reply, I sank down so my head became level with her dripping pussy, grabbing her sopping clit in my teeth I pulled, teasing her to begin with, and then changing to run my pointy tongue down her clit repeatedly licking the liquid off. She sighed and moaned, her hips jutting into the air, trying to get closer to my tongue, I obeyed and ran my tongue down her throbbing, swollen clit.

Her hips kept bucking underneath me, provoking me more; I was getting enjoyment out of seeing her suffer. Twice I let her reach the point of fulfilling her orgasm, twice I pulled away before she could reach the point of no return. I knew what it was like to be tortured like this, but abusing this sexy chick like this was making me wetter than anything else ever had. I’d licked her wet pussy enough; I knew she was desperate to orgasm, her moans getting louder every time I brought her to the brink of unleashing her load, the need to come getting greater every time I forced her not to.

Knowing she couldn’t take much more of my teasing I slid two of my fingers into her drenched hole, some of the liquid overflowing, leaving a damp patch on top of the desk. Deciding to tease again, I playfully wiggled my fingers, but not enough it would cause her to orgasm. I smirked at her, “Fuck me” she whimpered, “fuck me hard”. So I did. I rammed my fingers in hard, my knuckles slapping against her flesh. “HARDER”. I put in another finger and with all my vampire force, pushed my fingers in again and again, building up tremendous speed, Ally breathing heavily, her pussy contracting around my fingers, still not quite at her breaking point. I knew she was going to come hard, and soon, wanting to make sure she got the best orgasm I squeezed my whole fist into her tiny pussy, she screeched, but not with pain from what I could tell. She was actually enjoying all the abuse I was putting her through.

I pushed my hand up as far as it would go, her cooch rubbing against the sides of my hand every time I moved it, her moaning getting louder and louder, I could feel my hand being drowned in liquid, she was going to come as soon as I withdrew my hand, I would pull out in 3…2…1. I wrenched my hand out of her tight hole, bringing with it a torrent of liquid, I moved with lightening speed, wanting to take the full force of her come in my face, the hot fluid hitting me, making it look like I had tears running down my face, the droplets running down over my lips, the taste of her blood replaced with the sweet taste of her pussy juice.

Letting her lie there on the desk to recover for a while, I went and sat at my desk, watching her lying naked, legs bent and open wide, hand over her face, breathing hard. Now she’d come, it was time to relieve myself, my pussy was dripping with sweet liquor and aching to be fucked. There was a reason I kept my bullet in my bag, always there in case of these types of emergency. Reaching over to retrieve my trusty shiny toy, I snatched it up, quickly switched the battery so it had more power, hitched my legs up so they hung over the arm rests on my swivel chair and shoved my bullet deep into my pussy. I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes, engaged in the matter at hand.

Usually I would have heard her come over, but being so stuck in the moment, I never even felt the air stir around me. I jumped slightly as I felt her fingers grab the bullet out of my hand, pulling it out of my hole and slamming it against my clit, causing me to shiver with every vibration that went through me. I bit my lip, letting the feelings overtake my body, my pussy pulsing and retracting as she rubbed the bullet against my clit. Not happy with seeing me shiver and moan in deep satisfaction, she probed my sensitive pussy hole with her tongue, licking up the juice that was slowly seeping out, her prodding and rubbing bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I wrenched the bullet out of her grasp and tossed it across the room, the vibrations no longer satisfying my craving. I grabbed her head, and forced her face into my pussy, making her suck my highly sensitive clit. Taking matters into her own hands again, she didn’t bother sticking fingers in my hole, knowing I wanted it rough, and seeing I was wet enough, she went straight in with her fist, shockwaves rolled all over my body, an orgasm just tearing straight though me, the pressure of it, forcing her hand to be retracted from my pussy, the liquid squirting all over her pink and purple hair, gluing it to her face, her makeup running down her perfect face, dripping down to leave smears all over her chest.

Vampires. We have everything better than humans. Even our orgasms are of such force they knock the weaklings off their feet. Getting my breath back I opened my eyes to see Ally lying on the floor, completely covered in my come, breathing hard again probably from the shock of the sheer force of my orgasm. I got off my chair, straddled her for the second time today, and licked off every ounce of my juice, damn I tasted good.

Rolling over onto my back after our busy lunch hour, I lay next to Ally, both of us naked in the office, maybe we will have a repeat performance tomorrow. Judging by the look on Ally’s face, I don’t need to hope to hard, looks like I might have something tasty for lunch everyday.

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Hope you enjoy! Its about two lesbians who meet online and want the real thing ^^

Kelly watched her mom wash dishes at the sink. Pondering over how to tell her mom that her friend, Lily, was coming over, she had gone over different options all afternoon. She had met Lily online, and they had formed a fast friendship that led to an online romance.

From what she had seen on the web cam, Kelly liked what she seen. Lily had shoulder length, brown hair that settled nicely with her amber colored eyes, which always reminded Kelly of a wolf. Her body was athletic in build, almost skinny, and she had been told that Lily was 5’6”.

In many ways, she was a lot like Lily. Her hair, also shoulder length, but brownish black in color. The darkness of her hair contrasted with her blue eyes. Lily always commented on her eyes. She said that the golden streaks woven in her blue iris made her eyes look sun kissed. Kelly knew that she was a bit taller than Lily, at 5’9” with an average build.

Kelly’s mom had no clue that she was bisexual, and Lily was her lover. After watching the parade of men in her mother’s life, Kelly was leaning more to the lesbian side of the court. She had no interest in men. It was women, their body, smell, touch, sight, and taste. God, how she wanted to taste.

Deciding to play the evening by ear, she opted to just tell her mom that Lily was a friend from school. She chose tonight for this rendezvous, because she knew her mom had plans to go out that evening. Kelly would have the whole house, especially the hot tub, to herself.

“Mom…my friend, Lily, is coming over for the th night, do you mind?”Kelly asked.

“Fine, honey,” her mom commented, without a question, “Oh, and by the way, I will be out tonight. Carl is taking me out for a nice dinner and dancing. I will probably be out late.”

“Ok,” Kelly commented.

Her mom would be no problem. Time to let Lily know. Kelly logged onto her computer and saw that Lily was on and waiting.

“It’s on! Mom will be out for the night,” she typed.

“Great! I will be over at 7. Get that hot tub warmed up. We are gonna do what we talked about the last time we cybered,” Lily answered.

“Ok. I’m nervous. How about you?” Kelly remarked.

“Not really…well…yeah…I guess. Hey, I’m gonna get my stuff together. See you in about 2 hours,” Lily answered.

Kelly logged off. She was nervous. What if Lily didn’t like her? What if she didn’t like Lily? Every “what if” went through her head, as she busied herself by cleaning up her area.

About 6:30, Carl picked up her mother for their date together. With a quick kiss on the cheek, her mother was out the door and in the car. Kelly remained at the window, watching the car disappear from sight.

Leaning her head against the icy window pane, she watched a lone person walking down the sidewalk. Could this be her? Height was right, as was the body build. She had a heavy jacket on, and her hood hid her hair.

Kelly watched the unknown lady walk up her walkway. She had her face buried in the lapel of her coat, but when she looked up to see the house, Kelly knew it was Lily. Running to open the door for her friend, she quickly checked her face and hair. She wanted to look her best for Lily.

“Lily, hurry. It’s cold out there. Get in here and warm up,” Kelly called out to her.

Lily sprinted up the stairs to where Kelly was waiting. Grabbing her friend in a tight hug, Lily was ecstatic to actually feel her lover in person, instead of just imaging it. Her thick coat prevented her from feeling Kelly’s breasts pressed against her own.

“Hi, honey! It is so very good to actually hold you for real,” Lily gushed.

Unable to hold off any longer, she cupped Kelly’s face in both of her hands and pulled her down. Lily captured her lips with her own. Lilly tasted of apples and cinnamon. Her pink lips were so soft and plump, making Kelly wonder if Lilly’s pussy was as sweet.

Kelly moaned into Lily’s mouth. She sent her tongue out to trace the inside of her lover’s lips. Lily’s soft, bubblegum tongue battled with hers for supremacy. Kelly tangled her fingers in Lily’s hair, holding the smaller woman close to her.

“Wow! That was so hot,” Kelly said, when they broke the kiss.

Showing her friend around the house, Kelly helped her friend put away her stuff. They chatted idly, but the main thought on both of their minds was getting each other naked. Kelly’s pussy felt so swollen, that when she walked her clit was rubbed between her pussy lips. Lily’s panties were soaked. Her sweet fluids actually dripping out of her slit.

“Are you sure you want to go out to the hot tub? It’s freezing out there,” Kelly asked, suddenly.

“Yeah. The hot and cold combination is gonna make it so erotic,” Lily answered, eyes sparkling.

Pulling her friend outside, they kissed more, as they slowly stripped each other. The cold in the air made chill bumps appear all over their bodies. Kelly’s brown nipples were puckered, so stiff and big as an eraser, while Lily’s coral nipples were smaller, but just as hard.

Stepping into the hot water eased the chill to their bodies, but only increased their need and desire for each other. Lily straddled Kelly’s lap, and Kelly could not help but to look down and see the warm water swirling around Lily’s dark pink pussy. In this position, Lily’s pussy was wide open, and her clit was huge.

Running her hands down Lily’s back, she cupped her ass cheeks, before running them back up the front of her body. Finally resting them on her firm breasts, she squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Harder…Pinch them, baby,” Lily moaned.

Kelly pinched Lily’s nipples hard and pulled them from her body. Letting them go, she watched Lily’s nipple snap back into place. Lily pulled Kelly’s head to her chest, and without words, she let it be known that she wanted her nipple in Kelly’s mouth.

Keeping her other nipple held tightly between her fingers, Kelly sucked in turgid bud. Nipping it sharply, she then licked and sucked the pain back. Lily’s moans grew in intensity. She liked it rough, as did Kelly.

She sucked Lily’s nipple, as if nursing from her tit. Kelly rained a series of sharp, quick slaps to Lily’s other breast. The resulting redness from her smacks left Lily’s tit hot and tingly.

The smaller woman was gasping and moaning, loudly. Kelly abandoned the breast and went in search of Lily’s pussy. Using the pads of her fingers, she rubbed and circled Lily’s swollen clit. Never actually touching the pulsing gland, Kelly teased her lover by accidentally brushing over her clit.

“Oh God! I want to feel your fingers. Please, baby. Don’t make me wait,” Lily panted.

Kelly urged her friend up to the side of the tub, where her pussy would be level with her face. Giving her a towel to help keep her warm, Kelly got to her knees and pushed Lily’s legs wide open. She opened the woman’s puffy, outer lips to reveal a moist, dark pink slit.

She watched as bead of nectar oozed from Lily’s hot canal. Kelly touched one pearly drop with the tip of her finger, and Lily jumped at the contact. With her left hand holding Lily’s pussy open, Kelly slid her middle finger deep inside her friend’s slit. It was so hot, almost scalding.

Lily braced her feet against the edge of the tub and pushed up, almost frantically. Kelly leaned forward and sucked that swollen bud into her mouth. It was like sucking on a piece of hard candy. Her tongue swirled and licked, and Kelly actually felt Lily’s clit grow bigger.

Working another finger into Lily’s pussy, she opened it wider. Kelly twisted her fingers together and worked them like a corkscrew. The extra knobs made by Kelly’s knuckles rubbed in all the right places. Lily yelped.

“More! I want more,” Lily screamed.

Kelly worked a third finger inside, then the fourth. Her small hands worked Lily’s pussy hard. Kelly kept a tight suction on her lover’s clit, as she used her whole arm to pump Lily’s cunt.

Kelly was so aroused at the sight of four of her fingers in Lily’s small pussy. Her own slit was throbbing and swollen. She needed some relief, too. Maneuvering herself on top of Lily, she positioned her pussy directly over Lily’s face.

Taking the hint, Lily attacked Kelly’s bright pink pussy with the same fervor that the taller woman had. She pulled open Kelly’s lips and dragged her tongue from her wet hole all the way to Kelly’s twitching clit. She pinched the bud between her lips, using her teeth to scrape over the sensitive nub.

Kelly lost her suction on Lily’s clit, as she gasped out loud. She felt Lily push two of her fingers into her tight pussy. The pressure was intense. Kelly twisted and turned the four fingers in Lily’s pussy. She wiggled her thumb inside and worked on getting as much of it inside the little pussy.

With the aid of her forearm and Lily lifting her hips to open her pussy wider, Kelly was able to work her hand deeper inside. No pair of gloves ever felt so warm. She could feel Lily’s heart beat through her pussy, and her thumb knuckle rubbed constantly on the eighteen year old’s swollen G spot.

Each time Kelly pushed or moved her hand, Lily’s pussy would let out a gush of milky fluid, which hit Kelly’s mouth and chin. Licking her lips of the sweet fluid, she went back to sucking on Lily’s clit, making the girl cry out in pleasure.

Lily, not wanting to be out done, worked her small hand into the taller, nineteen year old’s pussy. In her position, she was able to stimulate Kelly’s sweet spot from the inside. Wiggling her fingers, Lily tickled Kelly slit, all the while snacking on her huge clit. She sucked it deep into her mouth, like she was sucking on a straw.

What a sight the two women made. In the classic 69 position, they worked each other’s pussy roughly, while licking and sucking on their clits. The sounds of slurping and wet pussy filled the air.

Lily’s breath grew ragged, as she felt the familiar tingles that began in her clit. Trying to concentrate long enough to make Kelly cum, she saw stars behind her eyelids, as she bite down sharply on the base of Kelly’s clit.

Kelly watched Lily’s pussy twitch. She could feel the contractions from her pussy. It was like her pussy was trying to swallow Kelly’s hand. Lily’s hips bucked against Kelly’s hand, before tightening like a vise. Fluid squirted out from around Kelly’s hair and all down her neck.

Lily sucked double time on Kelly’s nub and was rewarded with a spurt of Kelly’s creamy nectar. It ran down her hand and wrist, like a faucet. Kelly’s slit was sucking Lily’s hand, as hard as Lily was sucking on Kelly’s clit.

“I’m gonna cum, Lily. Oh GOD! I’m cumming!” Kelly shouted, as her pussy contracted violently.

Lily’s small body stiffened, as she let out a shriek of her own, and then crying out, “GOD…Yes…work my pussy hard!”

Tiny aftershocks raced through both girl’s bodies, as they came down from powerful orgasms. Gently, Kelly pulled her hand from Lily’s pussy, taking a moment to marvel at how open her lover’s hole was. She felt Lily remove her hand from her pussy and shivered as her pussy juice flowed down her thighs.

Pulling Lily back into the warm water, both girls warmed up. Huddles together, they splashed each other, playfully, before wrapping up in towels. Quickly dressing, they ran upstairs

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Denise is not in this Chapter, slightly deceiving but she will back in Chapter 20, after a long absense Judge Janet is back to enjoy some nastiness with Master Rocky

Esperanza & Juanita were chained together , collar to collar , they both had received a massive load of Master Rocky’s jism all over their faces . Rocky was taking pictures of the mother/daughter duo cumslut team . His wife’s bff Juanita had become quite the whiner lately so he had fucked her up the asshole earlier while her very submissive mother Esperanza had licked his ass . He couldnt help himself so instead of cumming in Juanita’s asspipe , he had juiced the mom &daughter facially . Covered in his man goo . He added the pictures to a very special part of his collection . He many of his wife Cindy & her mom Nina covered in facial goo but not as many of Esperanza & her daughter Juanita . Cindy because she was the mom to his offspring was now less in his sexual rotation , & he would often bring Juanita to places where he needed a woman his own age for appearances sake , but mostly Rocky was always dominated his older bitches . After he finished taking the pics , he unleashed Juanita & told her to take a shower he unhpnotized her (she & his wife Cindy were ging clothes shopping at the mall later (boring he thought ). After Juanita left ,he collared & leashed Esperanza and told her to put on her thigh hooker boots , which she did. As Rocky lay on his king-size , Esperanza began sucking on her master’s balls . Rocky made a phone call , Janet how are you darling ??? are you free ??? yes , why don’t you come over immediately . Oh okay i’ll come to your place instead . Esperanza was now sucking on her masters ginormous shaft & it didnt take long before he filled her mouth with the man dessert she so craved . Rocky told Esperanza they were going to visit Janet (she was the municipal judge / sexslave who married Rocky & Cindy earlier in the series ) Before they left they took a shower together , where Rocky fist-fucked Esperanza to orgasm before they cleaned up.

Chapter 1-At Janet’s Place

Rocky loved Janet’s home because it had an indoor heated swimming pool . outside it was January , but indoors , these two 50something old slags were wearing thong bikinis & heels , they had all gone for a swim were nearly all dried off. So Rocky decided it was time for a long overdue blowjob from his most intelligent sex slave Janet, unlike Esperanza she couldnt deepthroat his whole member and she still had a gag reflex , but Rocky didnt care . Today he was gonna facefuck Janet hard & give her a massive cumfacial & he had Esperanza record it on his cellphone . Janet had no time to abject cuz her mouth was full of master’s young penis . Janet wasn’t bad at giving head thought Rocky as he unloaded his man goo all the slutty face. .Covered in facial jism , Rocky grabbed the cellphone from Esperanza and snapped some pics of the sexy judge facially covered in his semen ,Cindy , his wife would get a kick out of seeing these he thought. Rocky was tired , so after Esperanza licked the jism off Janet’s face, he had the tall amazon sit on Janet’s face. Janet only ate pussy when she was around her master & was not attracted to women otherwise . Esperanza could tell that Janet was inexperienced in pussy-licking but smothered the old bitches face anyway. After 20mins of this , Esperanza reached a mini-orgasm. Rocky had gooten stiff from watching the lesbian show , so he lubed his fingers , & stuck them first up Janets ass , then did the same to Esoeranza’s shithole ,Both cumsluts were positioned doggystyle, side by side (poolside ) as Rocky now alternated assfucking Janet & Esperanza . When he finally finished, he had given Janet the anal creampie and Esperanza was giving the responsibility of cleaning Janets ass with her tongue.

Chapter 2

Sheila was on knees underneath the dining room table at Rocky’s house . She was giving her son/ master head while Rocky & Cindy were talking about the holiday they were taking next week . The old bitch had no gag reflex , & she was at her son’s house often because he enjoyed her oral skills . Sheila had the enormous prick down to the base. Yesterday she had giving head to Bernard ( Rockys dad )& he had cum in 2 minutes , the wimp had no stamina . It had been already 15minutes since her head had started bobbing up & down . Rocky finally unleashed his goo & Sheila had swallowed some before Rocky decided to get up and give her a beauty facial treatment . Covered in her son/master’s goo , face looked like a vanilla milk shake. Cindy took pics , she knew that sometime soon when they were alone , she’d jerk him off while they went through his collection of taboo cumfacial pics.

Chapter 3 -2 weeks later

Sheila was home & horny & no one was around , not even her cuckold husband Bernard. So she remembered what her Master/Son Rocky said to her, if im not available , you have my permission to fuck yourself with objects . She was soaking wet from playing with her clit & was slightly drink from drinking wine . So Sheila set the wine bottle on the floor & rode the bottle while playing with her clitoris. Her mind went back to the last time Rocky used her as a cumbucket, Cindy & Rocky would be back soon from vacation she wondered what kinky things she’d be made to do next??? As she thought about this , Sheila achieved orgasmic bliss.

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The Patriots make their first move against Mark and Mary.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Forty-One: Assassination

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

We shall use every weapon at our disposal to slay the Tyrants, every resource that we can lay our hands on. No power is too dark, no act too heinous. We shall not balk at the task before us. We shall not rest until the Tyrants are dead. We are everywhere. We are legion.
–excerpt from ‘The Patriots Manifesto’, author Unknown

Monday, October 7th, 2013 – Mary Glassner – Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York City

I threw a punch at Mark’s face. He caught my wrist easily.

“He’s bigger than me, how am I supposed to fight him?” I demanded angrily of Azrael.

Ever since I took the Mother Superior’s Gift, Mark and I could summon Azrael, the Angel of Death, and form a shared dreamscape. We were using it to learn to fight, so that we could defend ourselves if we ended up in another bad situation. Mark effortlessly picked it all up thanks to his Gift, while I had to struggle to learn just the basics—it was so frustrating! The Gift was so sexist! Why did Mark get cool fighting powers? He got to summon a sword and armor and look absolutely badass when he’s fighting. All I got was the degrading power of exorcism through sex. I still felt dirty from handling Brandon’s cock. Sometimes it seemed like the vile taste of his cum would never leave my lips.

“Your foes will almost always be bigger than you, Mary,” Azrael replied in her musical voice. She sounded like bells ringing when she talked: tiny, tinkling bells when she was happy and deep, resonating bells when she was angry.

“You’re getting better, Mare,” Mark said with a smile. I knew he was just saying that to be nice, and it did make me feel warm inside. But I wasn’t getting better. I felt so clumsy, like my limbs were weighted down as I struggled to properly move them. My husband moved quickly and deliberately. Unlike me, his body moved the way he intended it to, while I stumbled and flailed like a drunk chicken.

We had already been practicing for what seemed like a day. Time worked differently in the dreams, flowed slower. Mark kept referring to Inception, and he had looked so shocked when I admitted to having never seen the movie. For the last week, we had spent every other night training in the dreams; it was too exhausting with my pregnancy for me to train every night.

It wasn’t just physical fighting we trained. We also practiced spells, trying to figure out ways to use them in sticky situations. Wind spells to knock an opponent down, illusions to confound them, and levitating to put distance between you and your enemy. And Molech’s fire was a great last resort, burning anyone who touched you. I felt like I could do more with the fire, hurl it somehow, if I could just figure out how to control it better.

I also practiced my Gift, learning the Nun’s prayers. I could control an enemy’s Thrall – so long as they weren’t bound by the Zimmah spell – transforming them into traps to be sprung on their Warlock, or I could free the Thrall, or put them into a trance and interrogate them. With Warlocks popping up all over the world, I was the only one who could exorcise them and their Thralls. By touching their cocks. So unfair.

“Let’s practice shooting,” I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.

I was great at shooting. Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns – they make that loud noise when they’re fired – ever since I was little. Once I got used to them, I found that there was something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did. I especially liked to fire at targets that resembled Brandon, aiming at his crotch.

There was power in using a gun and being in control.

Mark and I spent a few dream hours – which was probably only ten minutes in the waking world – firing various guns; it was satisfying fun. I had shot a few while awake now – the bodyguards and soldiers were very accommodating – and I had been pleased to see that my training in the dream had translated into real skill in the waking world.

I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. Probably my favorite gun. I aimed at a fresh Brandon target, lining up the front and rear sights right at his crotch. I squeezed the trigger and the gun rapidly barked and jerked upwards in my hand as it spat out bullets. The target splintered, the first few bullets striking the crotch, then there was a jerky line going up his hip into his gut. I smirked in satisfaction. Shooting effigies of Brandon never seemed to grow old.

“I hope you enjoy hell, bastard!” Mark shouted.

I chill went through me. We had sold our souls to the Devil, just like Brandon. When we die, was eternal torment going to be our reward? Mark didn’t care about damnation when he sold his soul, and I had been too wrapped up in my love for Mark when I decided to sell mine. I had wanted so badly to be his equal that I didn’t think through my decision.

I wished Sam was back from France. She should be on a plane right now, landing this evening at La Guardia. The last few days I have been studying the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, trying to find a way out of going to hell. The book hinted of a spell that would require a child, a daughter. My hand touched my belly, the only child I would ever have. If it was a girl, there was a way that Mark could gain immortality, and since I wished to live as long as Mark, I would gain it as well.

If I, or one of the sluts that is pregnant with his child, bore a daughter, we would be able to cheat the Devil and escape our fate.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

He was such a sweet man, sensing my turmoil. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms. I knew in my heart that we’d be together forever—even in the torments of hell. I let go of the gun – it vanished back into dreamstuff before hitting the ground – and I wiggled my ass into his hardening cock.

This was the other great benefit of the shared dream; we were sleeping hundreds of miles apart. I was in New York City, in the Waldorf-Astoria, and Mark was at the Willard Intercontinental in Washington D.C. But that didn’t matter. We could be on the far side of the world and we were only a nap away from being together. My pussy moistened as I felt his stiff cock, and I imagined myself naked. The comfortable training clothes I wore vanished into black motes.

Mark’s arousal pressed against my naked ass. “Mmm, do you need some relief?” I asked my husband.

“Always Mare,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “When I’m with you, I always need relief.”

His words warmed my heart. He was always sweet with me, and it was one of the reasons our open relationship worked. He can be such a heartless bastard at times, treating women as things to satisfy his lusts, but never with me. Neither of us had to suppress our dark desires from each other, from the world. We were beyond morality—we were free. Free to trust and know that our various dalliances didn’t change how we felt for each other.

Suddenly we were floating in the blue sky, weightless. My auburn hair fanned about my head, like the tendrils of an anemone swaying in a current. I laughed, spinning about. You could have so much fun in the dreams. Something soft and fluffy bumped into my back, cushioning me. It was a cloud, cotton-white. I stretched out upon it, spreading my legs open. I rubbed a finger through my waxed pussy, already damp, and brought my digit to my lips and tasted my sweet, spicy flavor.

Mark let out a low growl as I sucked on my finger, then he buried his face into my pussy. “Umm, that feels wonderful, Mark!” I groaned. His tongue slid up my petals and flicked at my clit, while his fingers spread me open, before burying his tongue into my pussy.

My husband was a great pussy eater; I writhed on the cloud, enjoying his tongue and fingers. I ran my hand through his brown hair, his blue eyes staring up at me from between my pale thighs, and I could feel his love. I hated sleeping apart from him, but we both could control people, and were more effective separate than together.

His lips found my clit and I gasped my pleasure. “Umm, eat me, my horny stallion! Oh, hun, I’m so close! You’re driving me wild!” My orgasm built quickly. His fingers slid into my pussy, and moved deliciously in and out of my cunt. I shuddered; a small climax rippled through me.

Mark kept eating me out, sucking hard on my clit. Another orgasm shot through me and I writhed on the soft cloud. “Let me suck you!” I cried out. I wanted to make my husband feel just as amazing.

He spun around easily, his body floating down to mine. I opened my mouth and engulfed his hard cock. I grabbed his firm ass, groping him and pulling his cock deep into my mouth. I could taste the salt of his pre-cum as I bobbed my head. Mark moaned his appreciation into my pussy. I pulled him deeper, relaxing my throat, and slid his entire cock into my mouth. His pubic hair tickled my cheeks as I massaged his dick with my mouth. Then, sucking hard, I slid up until only the tip remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue about the sensitive head, before deep-throating him again.

“Oh fuck! That feels amazing, Mare!” he groaned. “My naughty filly!”

Another orgasm spasmed through me, my insides squeezing tightly; I could feel my juices splashing on my husband’s face. I moaned my pleasure on his cock, my mouth humming on his sensitive head. Salty cum suddenly flooded my mouth, and I joyfully drank my husband’s seed down, enjoying the thick, salty cream.

Mark pulled away, twirling about above me and I giggled. He looked so majestic as he moved without gravity, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He was so yummy! Then he dropped back down to the cloud on top of me, and we kissed passionately, fencing each other with our tongues. I enjoyed my sweet, spicy flavor as I wrapped my legs around his hips, and pulled my husband’s cock into my aching sheath.

“Fuck me, stallion!” I moaned as he penetrated me.

He took me hard and fast, driving me into the cotton-soft cloud. His cock felt amazing inside me. The bellboy I fucked last night may have had a dick that was a little bigger than Mark’s, but he didn’t know how to use his. My husband knew my cunt intimately, and angled his thrusts to hit all the good spots inside me.

“Fuck your filly!” I panted. “God, I love your cock!”

“Is that all you love?” Mark asked with a boyish grin.

“No! I love everything about you!” I pulled his face down and kissed him madly, running my hands down his broad back to his tight ass. Since he got the Gift his ass was so yummy; I loved to play with it.

Our groins slapped together, my clit grinding hard into his pubic bone, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure burning inside me. Mark’s hand found my right breast and he played with my nipple. He broke the kiss and bent his back so he could suck my nipple into his mouth, the wonderful pressure driving me closer and closer to my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned over and over as his lips, his cock, drove me wild. I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. A tsunami of passion that threatened to drown me. I couldn’t wait!

Mark switched tits, his cock pistoning rapidly in and out of my cunt. I loved it! His shaft rubbed on all the pleasant spots, sending more pleasure to the growing orgasm-tsunami. I licked my fingers, then spread his ass and found his asshole. I massaged the puckered ring, then slipped my fingers in and found his prostate.

“Holy shit!” Mark groaned as his cock exploded inside me.

I loved massaging his prostate. I would only do it once in a while because I loved his surprised reaction; his dick always seemed to flood an extra pint of cum – all warm and sticky – inside me when I did it, right where it belonged. He buried his cock all the way inside me as the last of his semen poured out, and I rubbed my clit on his pubic bone. I came! My orgasm washed through me, surging through every fiber of my being in wave after wave of rapture.

“I love you!” I screamed as the torrent of passion overwhelmed me. As it receded, I reveled in the feel of Mark’s strong arms holding me, his face nuzzling my neck.

We cuddled on that cloud for what seemed an eternity, my husband inside me, our lips gently kissing each other, loving each other. We didn’t talk; we were beyond words, and just enjoyed each other’s presence.

When I woke up, I was in the Waldorf-Astoria. The very suite Mark and I had stayed at the first time we came to New York. I smiled, remembering our first night, and the wild foursome we had with Rachel and Leah in this very bed. Xiu was snuggled up against me, the busty Asian slut’s tits pressed into my back. Jessica’s caramel face was inches from mine. She looked so peaceful as she slept. I closed the distance, and kissed her on the lips.

Her brown eyes opened and she smiled. “Good morning, Mistress.”

Xiu moved, rubbing against me from behind, her lips nuzzling at my neck. “Morning, Mistress,” she murmured sleepily.

I turned over and grabbed Xiu’s nipple jewelry, a pink butterfly dangling on a silver chain from a barbell piercing, and gave it a hard, painful tug. Xiu gasped in pain, lust shining in her eyes. Xiu was a masochist and nothing got her wetter than having her nipple piercings painfully pulled. “I have to pee,” I told her.

Xiu threw back the covers and slid down my body, spreading my pussy open. Her mouth latched onto my urethra and I relaxed, sighing as I pissed into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and swallowing all of my urine. The nasty sounds she made as she drank my piss just made my pussy wetter. Pleasure tingled through me as the pee flowed out. Once you’ve experienced peeing in a pretty woman’s mouth, how can you possibly ever use a toilet again?

Jessica bent over and captured one of my dusky nipples and started sucking as I finished peeing in Xiu’s mouth. The Asian slut licked at my pussy, searching for any errant drops of piss. Her tongue felt great, far better than any toilet paper, thick and agile, not rough. She was gentler than Mark, her lips and tongue softer on my pussy. My husband was a hound, aggressively licking me out, whereas Xiu was a cat, taking gentle, careful licks. They weren’t better or worse, just different. She licked through every fold and crevasse of my pussy, before her tongue started to lightly flick at my clit.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned. “I love your tongues on me, sluts!”

“We live to pleasure you and Master,” Jessica purred, reaching over to finger my other nipple as she sucked on the first.

The door opened and April walked in, naked save for her glasses and choker, carrying a tray that had a few sliced honeydew melons and a bowl of oatmeal. She set the tray on the nightstand and slipped into bed. The nerdy girl quickly sucked my other nipple into her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her wet pussy rubbed on my skin, slippery wet and hot.

“Looks like a party in here,” giggled Lillian.

The goth slut strutted in, dressed in a black corset that cupped her small, pale breasts and left her pink nipples bare. A very short skirt made of black gauze barely covered her pussy and her pale thighs were clad in black stockings held up by lacy, red garters.

I licked my lips. “Come sit on my face, Lillian.”

“Oh, I would love that, Mistress.”

Lillian practically skipped to me, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was shaved and I could smell her tart arousal as she lowered her wet cunt to my eager lips. I licked through her pussy, enjoying her flavor and the moans that issued from her lips. I began mimicking what Xiu was doing to my pussy. When Xiu’s tongue slipped into my sheath, I shoved my tongue into Lillian’s cunt, enjoying the feel of the silky, wet walls on my tongue. Then Xiu nibbled gently at my clit.

“Oh, Mistress!” Lillian gasped as I gently nipped at her clit with my teeth. “That feels wonderful. Thank you, thank you! I’m the luckiest slut in the world!”

April and Jessica continued nursing at my breasts, their lips and tongues sending pleasure tingling from my nipples down to my womb. Jessica sucked hard, nipping at my nipple, while April let her tongue do most of the work, swirling about my nub, then gently kissed my breast, while she humped hard at my thigh; I loved the feel of her cream on my skin. I had three mouths kissing and licking me, driving me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. When it finally exploded inside me, I screamed my pleasure into Lillian’s pussy.

“Fuck yes!” moaned Lillian, cumming and flooding my mouth with her tart juices. “Thank you! Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

Lillian cuddled next to me, and I reached over her to grab a slice of honeydew melon as Xiu, April, and Jessica slipped into a daisy chain on the floor. I took a bite of the sweet melon, listening to the moans of pleasure from the three sluts, when I felt nausea churn in my stomach and I bolted to the bathroom.

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Mark Glassner – The Willard Intercontinental – Washington D.C.

*This morning sickness is all your fault, Mark Glassner!* Mary sent. I could feel her discomfort in her thoughts.

I was balls deep in Desiree’s pussy, fucking the Latina slut as she ate out Tibby’s cunt, one of the two women I brought up to my hotel room last night. The other woman was Tibby’s teenage daughter Bryanna, who knelt next to Desiree as Alison sucked my cum out of the teen’s ass. I was enjoying one last romp with the mother and daughter before I left to attend to Congress.

*Just think of our daughter,* I sent back. *Just picture how beautiful she’ll be when you hold her in your arms.*

*Who are you fucking?* There was a strange, accusatory tinge to her thought.

*Desiree while she eats out this MILF’s ass. Alison is next to us, eating my cum out of the daughter’s ass.*

*You’re having an orgy while your wife is suffering?*

I frowned and stopped thrusting into Desiree. *What’s wrong, Mare?*

*I just hate vomiting. And I wish you were here. I like it when you hold my hair. It’s not the same with Lillian.*

*It’s only until tomorrow. Then I’ll be there to hold your hair. I love you.*

*I love you too. You can keep fucking Desiree. Make her scream for me and give my love to the other sluts.*

I resumed thrusting back into Desiree’s cunt. “Was that mi Reina?” she asked.

“Yeah, she said she loves all of her sluts.”

Alison beamed, her lips sticky with cum. “Don’t stop!” Bryanna gasped. “I’m so close to cumming. Keep licking me slut!”

Alison giggled and dived back into the teen’s ass. Desiree’s cunt squeezed on my cock; the slut was desperate for my cum. My balls tightened; I was nearing that wonderful edge, about to plummet off into the rapture of release.

“Fucking slut!” I groaned, slapping her full ass, watching her nut-brown cheeks jiggle.

“Cum in me, mi Rey!” she cooed. “Fill me with your spunk so I can make Alison eat me out.”

“Umm, I would love that,” Alison purred. “I love eating Master’s cum out of a woman’s hole, particularly when that woman’s my sexy wife!”

“Then keep eating my ass if you love his cum!” Bryanna moaned. “Oh Momma, I’m so close to cumming!”

“Me too, pumpkin,” Tibby gasped. “Oh god, her tongue is driving me wild. This slut is an expert on muff diving!”

“I taught her well,” Alison giggled. “Make that bitch howl, my Latin beauty!”

“Umm, I will, mi Sirenita. And I want to hear that teenage puta explode on your lips!”

“Oh fucking yes! I’m going to explode!” the teen girl shouted. “Holy shit! Her tongue’s wiggling up my butthole! Oh my Gods! Oh my fucking Gods!” Her body shook and she collapsed onto her belly. There was a pleased look on Alison’s face—a self-satisfied cat licking her lips.

I was almost there, just a few more strokes and I would be basting Desiree’s snatch with a huge load of cum. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, savoring every velvety inch of her cunt as my cock plowed in and out. She felt wonderful, driving my balls to distraction, and I unloaded inside her with a low grunt.

“Oh yes, oh yes!” Tibby panted, her pussy grinding into Desiree’s face. Tibby collapsed on the bed, quaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

Desiree hadn’t climaxed yet, so, after I pulled out of her cunt, I grabbed her clit and rolled it between my fingers a few times. She bucked and screamed, orgasming hard. Her cunt still gaped open; I could see the pink muscles inside spasming as she came, expelling my white cum with her juices.

“Thank you, mi Rey!”

“That was fucking hot!” Alison moaned, then kissed her wife as her fingers rapidly frigged her clit. The two sluts shared the flavor of a mother’s cunt and a daughter’s ass as Alison writhed, her orgasm shivering through her.

I sent Bryanna and her mother off, both bubbling with joy at spending the night with their God. Violet brought in my breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and hash browns. I wolfed it down and dressed in the suit that Korina had laid out for me. The sluts wore their provocative clothes: Violet was the naughty schoolgirl this morning, Alison was stunning as a slutty genie, Desiree wore a naughty nurse’s outfit, and Korina dressed as a sexy goth girl.

The crowd waiting outside was even larger than last night, a tide somehow being held back by my soldiers, surging against them in their eagerness to see me. My soldiers were calling themselves the Legion: nearly 10,000 Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines that had sworn oaths of fidelity to me and had been bound by the Ragily prayer, the Monk version of the Zimmah spell. Unlike the Warlock spell, Ragily didn’t bind their life-force to me, but they would stay loyal as long as they served, and were gifted with certain advantages in fighting the supernatural.

A cadre of the bodyguards formed up around me, dressed as sexy cops. All were volunteers now, and their numbers had swelled to one hundred—all bound to me by the Zimmah spell. My poor mom’s cunt was getting raw from the number of times I had to fuck her earlier this week to bind all these cops to me. 51, commander of the bodyguards, saluted me.

“Good morning, sir,” she said, a smile on her ebony face.

“Let’s get going,” I said after greeting her with a kiss. Two of the bodyguards opened the hotel door and I stepped out to the cheering crowd.

Everything went blue around me, a shimmering field of rippling energy.

I froze; someone just shot at me and the bullet was deflected by my amulet. A loud gunshot cracked across the square and all the bodyguards and soldiers drew their weapons, scanning the crowd. Fear spurred my heart into overdrive and flooded ice through my veins. I was engulfed in blue two more times in rapid succession. I caught a muzzle flash from an apartment window to my left across the street. Only, it looked like the drapes were still drawn across that window.

I stared at the window and saw the fourth muzzle flash – a tongue of red-orange fire – pass through the curtain, but not disturb the fabric in anyway, before everything went blue around me again. One of the bodyguards tried to draw me back and I shook her off. I could see soldiers already pushing through the crowd, racing to that building while the counter-snipers on the hotel’s roof opened fire.

An idea popped into my head. There were news crews here – wherever Mary or I went, there were always news and paparazzi around – and they were broadcasting the attack to the world. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate some Godly powers.

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Jerrold Baxter

After the fourth shot bounced off the Tyrant’s shield I stopped firing and retreated from the window. The counter-snipers had figured out my position and were firing blindly at me, and one round had already whizzed past my head. I quickly disassembled my rifle and put it into its case. The soldiers out on the streets would be in the building and crashing through this apartment door in about a minute.

Plenty of time to escape.

I unsheathed a bronze knife. “Pasaq! I shouted and stabbed the air. My knife sank into nothingness, the tip vanishing seemingly into thin air. I started to saw the knife, cutting through the very fabric of reality, and began carving a portal to the Shadows.

Slipping into the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, was not for the faint of heart, but it was a useful spell Noel had taught us after we made our Pacts. The best part: this spell wasn’t found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Noel was positive that Mark knew nothing about it. Apparently, after Noel had been freed from the Tyrants’ slavery, she had used her time to research the occult, and she found several other grimoires that had spells in them.

Spells that worked once we all had sold our souls to the Devil.

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Mark Glassner

“Get inside, Master!” 51 shouted at me.

“Stay back!” I ordered her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

51 let go of me and I unleashed Molech’s flames. The fire danced harmlessly on me, but anyone touching me would be burned. I then muttered, “Uwph,” the levitation spell, and soared over the crowd towards that window. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my Godly Powers, and I swallowed my fear. Flying – even a few stories above the ground – unnerved me. I focused on the window, trying to ignore the growing distance between me and the ground. As I flew, I summoned my armor, the gold materializing about me, weighing me down slightly and forcing me to correct my trajectory.

I braced myself to crash through the window, crossing my arms and relying on my armor’s forearm-guards – the vambraces – to protect my face. Only nothing was there. It was an illusion. I landed in a living room that looked like it belonged to an old lady, tidy, adorned with doilies and vases and pictures of children hanging on the walls. In the center of the room was a man, dark haired and muscular, somehow drawing lines that glowed white in the air.

Drawn by a dagger that appeared to be sunk into nothingness. What the hell was he doing?

The man whirled, yanking his dagger out of the nothingness. It was bronze and glinted sharply as the man went into a fighting stance, the dagger held low. I slipped into an aikido stance, the martial art Azrael had taught me in my dreams. We eyed each other for a moment and then he lashed out with the knife.

I followed the arc, slid to the side and went to grab his knife hand. He moved; I missed the grab, his dagger scraping harmlessly across my gold breastplate. His foot lashed out and caught me on the knee between the greeves and the metal skirt; the pain flashed through me.

I limped back and peered at him and saw only a black aura. He was a Thrall. “Stop!” I ordered him.

He ignored me.

How the hell did he do that? There was no red fringe around his black aura; he wasn’t under the Zimmah ritual. So why didn’t my power work on him? As I pondered that, he thrust his knife at my face; I quickly brought my arm up and let the stroke glance off my vambrace. I grabbed his hand, shutting off my flames – I wanted to capture the assassin, not burn him to death – and grappled him.

*Are you okay, Mark?* Mary’s thought suddenly intruded as the assassin and I fell to the floor in a heap of grasping limbs.

*Busy!* I thought back.

*Oh God, Mark! Be careful!*

The man was on top of me, his dagger slamming down at my face. I grabbed his wrist with my right hand, halting his blow. We strained against each other. I threw an awkward punch at his face with my left hand and he blocked it. I heaved, and rolled him onto his back. He landed hard and the knife skittered away from him. I drew back my fist and punched him as hard as I could in the face.

My fist landed on his brow; I almost screamed in pain as I broke two of the knuckles on my right hand on his skull. The man blinked, looking stunned and trying to shake off the blow, while blood poured from a cut in his eyebrow. I grabbed the knife with my left hand and placed it at his throat.

“Who are you!” I demanded.

“A patriot,” he spat back. “Kill me, Tyrant. You will learn nothing from me!”

“How are you ignoring my commands?”

He spat in my face, stinging my eyes. Anger flashed through me like a firestorm and for a moment I started to press the knife into his throat before I stopped myself. You need him alive, I reminded myself. Adrenaline pounded through me, making it hard to think straight. This man tried to kill me and every instinct made me want to drive the dagger home in retribution. I took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in my wrenched knee and broken knuckles, and calmed myself down.

There was an explosion at the door, wooden splinters raining, followed by my shouting soldiers. They froze in surprise and snapped to attention.

“My Lord,” the sergeant saluted in surprise.

“Take him,” I ordered, rolling off the man.

As the soldiers grabbed the assassin, I closed my eyes and concentrated on healing my broken knuckles and wrenched knee. The pain melted away as the bones reknit and torn ligaments mended. I stood up, dismissing my armor, and it fell off me in golden sparkles. The prisoner was bound with plastic cuffs and the soldiers were searching him roughly.

*I’m safe, Mary,* I sent.

*What were you thinking!* Mary demanded. *I just watched you on the news, flying like a comet at the man who tried to kill you! We have bodyguards and soldiers for shit like that! I about had a heart-attack watching your idiocy!*

I felt sheepish. *Sorry, Mare. I thought it would be good PR. You know, Gods shouldn’t run from danger. *

*Good PR? Good fucking PR?* I could feel an almost hysterical incredulity through the sending. *You idiot! You’re too important to risk on goddamn foolishness like that.*

I let the insult slide; she was just scared. *Watch out, Mare. This guy looked like a regular Thrall, but he ignored my orders.*

Unease filled her sending, *Sam gets back tonight. I’m flying down to D.C. with her as soon as her plane lands.*

*What about the UN?*

*The UN can go fuck itself, Mark!* Her fear and concern poured through the sending. *I need to see that you’re all right. In person. I can always fly back to New York tomorrow in time.*

*Okay, Mare. Love you.*

*I love you too, even if you can be pigheadedly stupid sometimes. Good PR!*

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Sheila Robbins, New York City

“Pasaq!” I shouted and stabbed my bronze knife into the air and slowly drew open a portal into the Shadows.

I was in an apartment looking down at the Waldorf-Astoria, the owner sleeping peacefully on his bed. On the news, they were showing Baxter getting dragged out, captured by Mark. I cursed, the Tyrant was far more powerful than Noel had reckoned. How had he deflected the bullet? The news clearly showed that the first shot caught the bastard off-guard.

I didn’t have time to think about that now. Down at the hotel, I could see Mary’s party preparing to leave and I jumped into the Shadows.

Clearly, sniper rifles were not the way to defeat them. They must have some sort of spell in place to protect them from gunfire. I was going to try a different way to kill Mary. I could slip through the Shadows and pop out right behind her and shove my dagger through her back before anyone could react. I knew just where to strike to slide past the ribs and find her heart. My blade was thick; it would destroy her heart. She would be dead before a cardiothoracic surgeon could even have a chance to save her.

Ten years in the CIA had taught me a few things.

I was surprisingly calm as I moved through the Shadows. I was going to die. It was unavoidable. Once I stepped out, I would have a few seconds to plunge my knife into her back before all those soldiers and sluts they called bodyguards would react and gun me down. It would be worth it. I would have killed one of the Tyrants.

Sometimes the mission is so important, so vital, to your Country’s freedom that you have to give up your life. A lesson I learned at the Farm during my training. I had spent years in backwater hellholes to protect my Country, so there was no way in hell I could stand back and watch the Tyrants destroy it. I was prepared to die to keep it free.

Moving through the Shadows was different. Distances didn’t measure directly. After taking a few steps, I could see Mary through the mists when I concentrated. I thrust my dagger into the veil that separated the mortal world and the afterlife, and started to carve my portal. It was faster to create on this side, somehow easier to return to the mortal world than to enter the spiritual. I drew the portal rapidly, my heart beating faster and faster. Three sides down, my knife sliding upwards to complete the doorway.

I was going to die with Mary’s blood on my blade.

A cold hand grabbed me and yanked me backwards face-to-face with a blonde, naked woman. She stared fiercely into my eyes; hers were blue and filled with an icy fury. “You will not touch our Mistress,” she hissed. Anger filled her voice, a terrible, cold rage that I had never felt in the living.

Our? I glanced around as I struggled in her cold grip only to see more women. Maybe a dozen of them, surrounding me. Shit! I stabbed my bronze knife at the blonde’s chest, aiming for her heart. I would need to kill her quickly if I had any chance against the rest. The blade bounced off her breast, the tip slightly bent. The blonde didn’t even seem to notice the blow.

“You should not have come here, mortal,” the blonde told me. She had Scandinavian cheekbones and she reminded me of a Valkyrie—beautiful, implacable, deadly.

Her other hand lashed out, grabbing my throat, and squeezed. I struggled in vain as cold fingers choked off my air. No! I couldn’t die! Not without stabbing that Mary in the fucking heart! I could not fail and let that bitch live!

I tried to saw through the fingers about my throat with the bronze blade, while my booted feet lashed at her legs. My toe cracked against her shin, and my knife didn’t even seem to irritate the skin of her fingers. My vision fuzzed, everything going black around me as my lungs burned for oxygen.

No! No! No! I will not be defeated by some naked, blonde bimbo!

The knife clattered from my hand. The strength fled my body. It was getting too hard to think; my vision reduced to a narrow tunnel filled with her fierce, blue eyes. No, I weakly protested as the tunnel shrank, narrowed, vanished.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness. Into fire.

“Welcome, welcome,” a familiar voice roared as the flames began to consume me, cracking my skin. Lucifer appeared before me, shining like the sun. A red chain – molten, burning – bound about my neck, led to him. It was one of thousands. Everywhere I looked there were burning men and women; all the foolish idiots that sold their souls to him.

Oh God, I made a mistake. I tried to scream, but the flames burned down my throat when I opened my mouth, filling every fiber of my soul with pain. Nothing was worth this torment. No Country, no Flag, no person. Oh God, nothing was worth this torment!

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Mark Glassner – Washington D.C.

The Honorable Senator from the Great State of Texas was speaking when I walked into the Senate. His eyes fixed flinty on me as a great uproar went through the room. All the senators who were not under my power pulled earplugs out of their pockets and quickly put them into their ears. Irritation flashed through me; people were getting wise to the limitations of our powers. It didn’t matter; my soldiers had already surrounded the Capital Building, trapping most of the Senators and Congressmen inside.

The Senator from Texas, Ronald Bybee, put in his own earplugs and kept orating, “The Great State of Texas can no longer stand-by and watch as our Great Nation kowtows to this monster!” His finger pointed at me, jabbing with such violence like he wanted to reach across the room and plunge his finger deep into my heart. “Governor Holt has asked me to convey his decisions. As of today, October 7th, 2013, the Great State of Texas secedes from the Union and will once again be the Republic of Texas!”

I surveyed the Senators. Half looked worshipfully at me, kneeling down, while their colleagues with their earplugs either scowled defiantly or stared fearfully at me. Up in the gallery, the C-SPAN cameras rolled. The Legion streamed around me, fanning about the room, their boots echoing loudly.

“Do not kill anyone,” I ordered. “Remove their earplugs.”

I watched as my soldiers surged into the Senators. I felt a pang of guilt. I was betraying everything my Country stood for: Freedom, Liberty, Democracy. Our forefathers had reject the tyranny of Kings, and here I was imposing the harsher tyranny of a God upon them. It was all for the greater good, I told myself. Mary hinted that something bad was coming; we needed to prepare the world. Besides, once we had every man, woman, and child enthralled to us there would be an end to violence—to the suffering that men callously inflicted on each other. Everyone would be happy and live peacefully with their neighbors.

That was worth a little tyranny, right?

*33 governors and 11 lieutenant governors arrived for the meeting. Six States didn’t send anyone,* Mary sent. She was at a meeting of State Governors; we needed to get the State Governments under our thumbs just as much as the Federal Government. *How is it going at Congress?*

*I take it Texas is one of the six that didn’t send a representative?*

*How did you know?* Surprise pulsed in her thought.

*Texas just seceded from the Union.*

*Does the Govenor of Texas know you have his National Guard under your control?* Mary asked.

*He’s about to find out the hard way, I’m afraid.* I paused, considering Mary’s news. *I think we should arrest those governors that just sent their lieutenants, and place their lieutenants in charge of those States.*

*Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.* Bitter regret filled her reply. *Are we doing the right thing?*

*Hopefully, Mare.*

The commotion had died down, the resistant Senators had been cowed and were under guard; their earplugs removed. Only a few of them had to be roughly handled. Geraldine Medley, one of Washington State’s two senators walked up to the podium. “Senators, I’m proud to welcome our Lord and Protector, Mark Glassner!”

The loyal senators clapped and a few of the more bold, captured senators booed as I strode up to the Podium. “I am here today to have the Senate confirm that I am your loving God, here to protect you from the coming Darkness.”

As I spoke, my enemies became my most fervent allies. The Senate passed a constitutional amendment declaring us the Gods of America and our worship as the official State Religion. Then they agreed to a treaty placing America beneath the auspices of our Theocracy—the first sovereign state to be brought beneath our world government. They passed other laws, stripping all other religions of their tax exemption and further imposing a tax on all churches, synagogues, temples, mosques, shrines, and any other place of worship that didn’t follow us.

With the Senate in hand, I walked over to the House of Representatives to deal with the Congressmen and -women. My soldiers had already secured them and, after I had finished speaking, they unanimously voted for the laws, treaty, and amendments that the Senate had passed. I felt dirty as I left Congress, and kept telling myself it was all for the greater good.

After leaving Congress, I visited a few of the Embassies in D.C.: the British, French, and German, and placed their ambassadors under our control. The situation with Europe was tense. All the world leaders not under our power were avoiding our phone calls, making it difficult to get them under control. The ones that were under our power were facing considerable political turmoil. The Prime Minister of Britain, loyal to us, had been forced to resign by a Motion of No Confidence. Various parties were now vying for power in their Parliament. Worse happened to the unfortunate President of Pakistan: he had been beheaded by fundamentalists rallying behind the Taliban.

Mary arrived at the hotel that evening, flying down from New York just like she promised. It had been a long day, and I was tired and happy to see my wife.

“Mark!” Mary cried, rushing to me and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. Her hands ran all over my body. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, Mare!”

Then she poked me hard in the chest. “You need to be more careful! Good PR! Really, Mark?”

“Sorry.”

Then she kissed me again and clung to me. Beyond my wife, I could see both Sam and Candy. They both looked tired and Candy had her arms wrapped around Sam’s waist. “You have it?” I asked them.

“Yes, sir,” Sam answered. “Though we did run into some trouble.”

Mary nodded. “I had to heal Candy. She had a badly broken leg, and Sam had some cuts too.”

“What happened?”

“Lilith,” Candy spat. “One of her children.”

“An Alukah,” Sam explained. “A type of vampire. It killed two police officers and almost drained me dry of my blood.” Sam glanced fondly at Candy. “But she saved my life.”

Candy flushed. “It was nothing, Sam. You would have done the same for me.”

“She was amazing,” Sam continued. “She broke her leg jumping out of a second story window and then dragged herself back into the Motherhouse to save me.” Sam gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Anyway, I can start constructing the Matmown right away.”

“Good,” Mary smiled, then glanced at me. “So, you captured a man immune to your powers?”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “A Warlock?”

“No, he has a black aura. Only, there’s no red fringe indicating he’s under the Zimmah spell,” I answered.

“Interesting,” Sam smiled.

“That’s one word for it,” I muttered as I led them to the elevator.

The elevator creaked down to the basement. The walls were bare, mortared concrete blocks, the floor a hard slab of more concrete. Soldiers guarded a utility room and muffled heavy metal music bled through the door. Was that Cannibal Corpse? The soldiers saluted, then they opened the door.

The assassin was handcuffed to a chair, a black bag over his head. A CIA interrogator leaned against the wall and straightened when I entered. He quickly turned the music off and the room plunged into ringing silence.

“What have you learned?” I asked.

The CIA interrogator shrugged. “Not much, my Lord. He’s Agent Jerrold Baxter, FBI. Thirteen years in the FBI, seven as an HRT sniper.” I frowned at the acronym. “Hostage Rescue Team. A counter-terrorist unit. Highly trained. No black marks on his record, three citations for bravery and one Medal of Valor, a very prestigious award in the FBI.”

Mary pulled the mask off the man then stuck a finger underneath her skirt. It came away wet with her juices and she traced a symbol on the man’s head—the Mark of Qayin. It was necessary to anchor any prayers she needed to cast on the prisoner. She murmured a Nun’s prayer, then frowned, straightening. “He’s not a Thrall.”

I looked at my wife in confusion. “What? His aura?”

“If he were a Thrall he would be staring blankly ahead,” Mary replied.

“It is possible he’s a Warlock,” Sam suggested. “If he made the right wish, perhaps it could have camouflaged his aura. Or perhaps there is a spell that can do the same.”

Mary reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. “What the fuck!” the assassin gasped.

Mary grimaced and stroked him, then bent down and sucked his cock into her mouth. A bewildered expression filled the assassin’s face as Mary’s head bobbed up and down. I gritted my teeth, hating to see my wife degrade herself. Memories flashed through my mind of Brandon holding her face, ramming his cock into her mouth, while she pretended to love it. I fought down the bile and anger. If I could I would bring Brandon back from the dead just to put another bullet in his head.

Sweat broke out on the man’s face and I could see him struggling to resist. He fought against his orgasm for a while, but Mary never stopped sucking, one hand gently massaging his balls. She alternated between deep-throating him, and licking just the tip of his cock. He squirmed in the chair; his face grew red and his breath quickened.

“Shit!” he moaned.

Mary quickly pulled her mouth off his cock, white cum shooting up into the air, and hissed, “Shalak.” The Mark of Qayin blazed white on the man’s head and his aura became silver.

A regular mortal’s aura.

Mary coughed and spat out his cum. The CIA interrogator handed her a water bottle and she noisily washed her mouth out, spitting into the corner of the room as I studied the man. My mind whirled. A Warlock that looked like a Thrall. A quarter of the nation must be under our powers by now; a sea of people that a Warlock with the right wish or spell could hide in. I glanced at Sam: eyes furrowed, mind churning away. She was always thinking, always working out problems..

“Why did you try to kill me?” I finally asked.

His aura turned black as my power affected him. “For Liberty!” he spat. “Did you think that you could enslave our Great Nation and patriots would not rise up and fight you?”

“There are more of you?” Mary asked, walking back.

“Many,” he spat. “We will not rest until you two are dead!”

“What are their names?” I demanded.

He frowned, and struggled to talk. “I…can’t…say!” he gasped.

“Ask him what his wishes were,” Sam suggested. I did.

“I wished to be immune from another person’s control; to make my aura appear black like a Thrall’s; and that anyone who signed our pledge could not have their names revealed to the Tyrants, Mark and Mary Glassner, and any who serve them.” He laughed, an almost maniacal, unhinged sound. “You see, as long as one of us still has our Pact, no-one can be forced to reveal our names!”

“You all made a Pact?”

His grin was wild. “All the Patriots! I may have failed today, but there will be others. We shall not stop! We are everywhere! We are legion!”

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General Gonzalo Olmos – The Governor’s Mansion, Austin, Texas

Governor Quincy Holt, the traitor to his Gods and Country, stood on the porch of the Governor’s Mansion besides the massive, white Doric columns that supported the roof. Local and national media were in attendance, filming the traitor as he prepared to make his speech declaring that Texas had seceded from the Union. The lawn was full of men and women cheering and clapping, waving Texan flags.

No US Flag flew on the mansion, only the State Flag. The Republic of Texas’s flag.

“It is with a heavy heart that I made my decision,” the traitor said into the microphones. “But I could not let the Great State of Texas fall into the hands of a false messiah. There is only one God, and his name is not Mark Glassner!”

A great cheer went up from the crowd. Signs were waved, reading: “Jesus is my savior, not Mark,” “ ‘Thou shalt have no gods before me.’ Exodus 20:3,” “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the exercise thereof!” and many more.

They were all traitors.

“General Olmos,” Captain Brentmeyers saluted.

I was the Adjutant General for the Texan National Guard. When Governor Holt mobilized the Guard to secede from the Union, I had been so sick to my stomach. His actions today would not pass unanswered. I would help my Gods preserve this Great Nation and not let some disgusting politician pull it apart like a murder of crows over a carcass. There would be no second Civil War if I could help it.

All of my soldiers agreed with me.

“Everything is ready, sir,” the captain told me, his young face pale.

“It will be okay, son,” I told him, clasping his shoulder and giving him a reassuring squeeze. “For our Country and for our Gods.”

He swallowed, straightening his back. “Yes, sir!”

The traitor continued his speech as I marched along the edge of the crowd towards the porch. My soldiers were positioned around the lawn, supposedly a show of support for the traitorous Governor. The bastard nodded to me – a jovial smile crossing his fat, ruddy face and a pleased, oily look filled his eyes as he saw me; the disgusting slug lusted for power – as I climbed the stairs to join him.

“General Olmos and I will protect…”

His oily eyes bulged in surprise as I drew my service handgun – a Colt .45 with a nickle-plated grip that I had polished until it gleamed like silver – and placed it to the traitor’s forehead. “For Mark and Mary!” I roared and executed him.

To be continued…

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