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sorry havent posted recently, been really ill in hospital. enjoy!

I wasn’t sure if Lex remembered our plans to go downtown this weekend. She hadn’t mentioned them
since we finished fooling around that day. Over the last couple of days I had not actually seen her that
much. I was having a particularly busy week at work, and she seemed to have gone out the last
several nights.
I didn’t want to come off as desperate; she seemed like the type that needed her space. I understood
the dynamics of our relationship. We were friends, roommates, and we had sex; we were not dating,
and we were not romantically involved.
I was comfortable with that. Romantically, we would have made a terrible couple. I needed someone
a little less free spirited, and I had never dated a girl before. I was straight, mostly. Sexually though,
she was exactly what I wanted. Her free spirit seemed willing to try anything; and she would drag me
right along with her. I needed that little push every now and then.
So I spent Saturday morning waiting to see if she remembered. I got up, had breakfast with Jamie,
which had become our weekend custom. We were both early risers. So every Saturday and Sunday
we would meet at the breakfast table.
Jamie left early to meet up with his friends; so I headed up to my room, hoping I wouldn’t be
spending this weekend alone. I turned on the news for some background noise, and grabbed a book
off my desk. I was about a chapter into it when I heard Lex start to move around in her room.
She made her way across to my room rather quickly; she hadn’t bothered to get dressed first. She
swung the door open in a pair of boy shorts and no top.
“I assume the putting on clothes before I come in rule can be ignored now?” she said as she rubbed
the sleep from her eyes.
“You know what happens when you assume,” I teased her.
“It has something to do with your ass.” She smiled and blew me a kiss, then started rummaging
through my closet.
“You’re not wearing that today”
“What do you mean?” I wasn’t offended; I just didn’t realize going to the sex shop required dressing
up.
“Jeans and a t-shirt are not the proper attire for our trip today. Put on a skirt, and a nice top. If we’re
going downtown we should go someplace nice for lunch while we’re there.”
She had a point, there were a couple of trendy little restaurants downtown. If we were going to drive
out there, we should make a day of it. She tossed me the skirt she had picked for me and stepped out
of the closet and walked over to my bed.
“Now get in there and find a shirt; something nice, maybe with buttons.” She picked my coffee up off
my nightstand and took a sip. “Ugh, why don’t you put any sugar in this?”
“Don’t you need to get dressed too?” I got up and headed toward my closet.
“I haven’t even had your coffee yet, I will in a minute. And take the jeans off.”
I knew we had seen each other naked; touched each other naked, but I wasn’t used to walking
around in my underwear in front of people. I turned away from her, undid the button of my pants and
started to slide them off.
“Oh, look at Miss Modesty. Who are you hiding from? In case you forgot I’m topless over here.”
Who was I hiding from? I slowed to a crawl as I pulled down my jeans, bending over as I did to stick
my ass out towards her. I swished my hips from side to side as I stood back up, making my ass
bounce from side to side.
“Is that better?” I asked in my best seductress voice. I was aiming for Marilyn Monroe, but probably
fell pretty far short of the mark.
“It shows definite improvement,” she encouraged, “you’re getting there.”
I wanted to do better than ‘getting there’. I pulled my shirt off over my head and spun towards her. I
grabbed the top of my bra and popped my breasts out over the top. I thought about stopping there,
but I wanted more. I rocked my shoulders back and forth, making my tits jiggle.
“That’s a lotta shake, mamma. Now you seem like you’re up to this. You find a shirt; I’m going to go
get dressed.” She stood and walked toward her room, as she passed me she reached out and
tweaked my nipple. “We’re gonna have a good time.”
She seemed to have more planned than just a trip to the sex shop today. I wasn’t sure what I was
getting into, but it was exciting.
As I went through my closet, I imagined what she would say about each shirt I picked. This had me
putting most of my choices back. Even in my head she was pushing me to be more daring, show off a
little more skin.
Then I found it; a simple button up white blouse. The kind of thing I would wear to work. If I had
something on under it; it was pretty thin. The bra I had on, with the black lace trim, would definitely
show through. At work I would have buttoned it up almost to the top, today I let the cleavage plunge.
The middle clasp in my bra was practically visible.
“Looking good!” She called as she came into my room. She looked me up and down, spun me
around to get every angle and whistled her approval. It felt good. I had never been whistled at before.
“But button that bottom one up, honey. Just because we’re going downtown doesn’t mean we’re
working the corner.”
I did as she recommended; maybe I had gotten a little overzealous about showing off the girls. She
was, of course, stunning. She had on a sundress that stopped well short of her knees. It buttoned in
the front and she had left the top few undone as well. She had high heels in her hand and pointed
towards mine in the closet.
“Grab em girl, you’re gonna need em. And how do my boobs look? I tried to push them up as much
as I could. I’m not used to having so much to compete with.” She nodded toward mine as she said it.
She reached over and gave them a squeeze, then cupped hers in her hands and tried to push them
up some more.
“They look great, you look great.” She took a second to look herself up and down in the mirror,
turning to see from behind.
“You’re right, I do. Let’s go.” She grabbed me by the hand and led me downstairs, toward the car.
*****
We talked about where we should get lunch on the way there. We settled on a little pub/bistro type
place she had been to on a date once. She didn’t say much about the food, other than it was good.
She had plenty to say about the details of the date though.
They had sat at the bar, drinking and talking. He was cute, tall, muscular; a regular prince charming.
After a few rounds she said she had suggested they go for a ride. He admitted to having too much to
drink to be driving. She assured him that was ok, the ride she had in mind only involved the backseat.
He went for it. Sadly, she said he didn’t have much to offer. Just an average sized dick that the
booze had left only partially functioning. Not to be defeated she sucked him off and managed to get
him to cum anyway. That left her driving home horny, disappointed and with cum running between
her tits.
I wondered if she had a story like that for every place downtown. That was one of her disappointing
sexual adventures, and it was still better than my recent sex life.
“I don’t think you’ll disappoint me though.” That put a little pressure on. She didn’t want to have sex in
the car, did she? It wasn’t even the middle of the day yet. Anyone could walk by, anyone could see
us. I expected to dread that thought, but it excited me some.
“Don’t worry,” I smiled, “I’m here to please.”

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There was a skateboard accident that changed everything. That is all I will say to protect everyone involved

They called her the Iceberg because, kissing was her limit. All the girls at University of the Beach had steamy sex lives. The Sorority Girls were no exception. One of the fraternity guys explained it. Most of the guys joined the fraternity for the structured social life. Every frat guy had his little sister. Little sisters were not girlfriends, they were committed to attend all the functions and events. This assured an even mix of young men and women. Ace said, “These guys are gay but, they need to have wives and live the corporate social life. All those sorority girls are a bunch of lesbians playing along with the charade. They are happy pretending to live a straight life.”

The Iceberg had a boyfriend but, made out with him only. Their code of Marriage before sex became common knowledge. Fraternity initiations traditionally included strippers, hookers, mouths and glory holes and humiliating deceptions. Specific details never crossed their lips but, anything imaginable took place at some of them. You didn’t ask. The Iceberg, acted friendly to everyone. She looked pretty and curvy in a muscular way. The girls upstairs at the beach knew her and she hung around with the beach crowd downstairs at the apartment. Outside the confines of the girls house she disclosed some of their secret practices. “Toy’s,” she said, at first., without elaborating. “They have a bench with toys to….”

She could not finish saying what they did nor what toys played a part. “Girls, toys,” she continued. Her look like a deer in the headlights disclosed the gravity of her revelation. Finally one of the neighbor girls, whispered, “Dildos.” Her interrogator considered the gravity of the truth. These girls played nasty dildo games with each other instead of getting laid with their boyfriends. The exact rules or play by play technique did not really matter. The exhibitionism, domination, submission, humiliation and outright kink made it exciting to think about. He thought about the hints given by other girls about their limited interest in men.

He never thought about it after he left college and moved on. The internet and pervasive videos reminded him one day. He scanned the video selections on a free amateur posting site. There before his eyes hot college lesbians watched each other transit the bench of mounted dildos. The selection grew from junior sizes to severe reaming Goliath members. The leader taunted them to take the full measure of the thickest, longest rubber penises possible. Their cervix felt the press of their body weight as they pressed their hot little asses to touch the bench and then bounce. One by one the sexy school girls worked their way through the challenging ordeal. No hesitation could hold them back. Every movement on the unforgiving dildos seemed to direct hydraulic pressure that made their eyes bug out. They sucked up their diaphragms and exhaled completely to create enough room in the abdomen. Their vaginal membranes rolled out of their cavity on every withdrawing stroke. The girls cheered and heckled one another as they proved the worthiness of their membership in the Sorority. The leader made sure they moved vigorously, fully impaled on the penetrating silicone toys. All the other girls watch and the room filled with arousal. Even with the painful last huge rubber dick, the pledges clearly enjoyed the punishment too. These girls made it looks sexy and normal to party and fuck like pagans. The steaming episode made him stiff and brought back the memories of other girls in college.

The moaner had lived in his building adjacent to the frat. The moaner brought men to her room and kept the window open for nightly performances. She howled and moaned and got fucked all night. The frat guy, across from her window, used a bull horn speaker to taunt her. “Hey moaner!” he called. “I know you are in there!” He knew what she had in store, especially on weekend evenings. The balmy beach weather made perfect conditions for her open window performances. If she timed it right the campus bell tower chimes signaled the completion of her sex act. On the other side of his building lay the lesbian’s Sorority house. The frat guys frequently raided their premisses and carried them to baptisms in the apartment pool between the two hothouses.

The relationships might be perfect or nightmarish from the two college social groups. Imagine marrying a misogynistic woman, who only tolerates men. Every encounter with her bears a price. She takes on other men for their favors, and denies attention to her spouse. Her girlfriend lovers keep her happy, while her overworked husband tries to entice her into sex. She whores herself to all the guys except her husband, who begs for any attention. His nightmare would be her hot dream. After seeing the online initiation the former student reflected. He would have married the Iceberg, if he had known her better. After they got married he would have fucked her brains out and turned her into a hot wife that craved his real dick constantly. If she needed girlfriends like those ones he would gladly share her any time.

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Prologue: Joanne has just confessed to her best friend Amy that she has taken steroids and the her clit has grown to many times it’s normal size. After a quick suck session before school to calm the fire in Joanne’s pussy, the two girls are nabbed by Sister Rachel, the high school principal. Our story picks up as the two girls enter the school a half hour late for class……… Amy and Joanne ran up the steps of Holy Redeemer Catholic School and quickly headed off down the corridor to their first period class. “We’re a almost half and hour late,” Amy panted. “Do ya think we’ll get a detention?” “It’s not if,” Joanne replied a little sourly, “it’s whether they give us one or two I’m worried about!” They were almost to the door of Sister Leah’s history class when a sharp voice from the other end of the hall stopped them in their tracks. “Welllllll, ladies,” Sister Rachel, the school principal, intoned harshly, “this is the third time in the past two months you’ve been late for class!” The two girls turned around and with their heads hung low shuffled the one hundred and fifty feet to Sister Rachel’s office. With her hands on her hips the habit clad nun indicated her impatience with the two truants by tapping her left foot in a staccato cadence on the terrazzo floor. “We’re sorry, Sister Rachel,” Amy said as they neared the exasperated nun, “ya see it couldn’t be helped, we were held up at Joanne’s house when….” “Silence,” the old nun snapped, “when I want a long winded fabrication I’ll ask for it, now into my office and shut up!!!”

Miss Austin, Sister Rachel’s secretary just rolled her eyes at the two girls as they paraded past her on the way back to the principal’s private office. “Sit down,” she ordered while shutting the door behind them, “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you two!” She went around behind her large oak desk, and after giving both of them a look of disgust, plopped down in her large swivel chair while shaking her head in disapproval. She was just about to say something when out of the blue she questioned, “What on earth is that smell………?” Both girls looked nervously back and forth at each other hoping against all hope that the sister would drop her inquiry. “What the devil is that?” Sister Rachel asked again. “It’s almost sickly sweet,” she opined. “What on earth could it be, it wasn’t here a minute ago?” Realizing that it must have originated with one of the girls she turned her attention to Joanne and ordered, “Come around here, I’m going to get to the bottom of this, and I mean right now!” Joanne’s shoulders noticeably slumped as she made her way over to Sister Rachel. “Just as I thought,” the nun mumbled, “it’s getting stronger!” Joanne now stood only a foot or so from the sister, who by now was leaning forward and sniffing around the frightened girl’s waist. After only a few seconds or so the nun leaned back with odd look on her face and offered softly, “My goodness gracious, I believe that I smell your vagina!!!”

No one in the room so much as said a word! Sister Rachel’s last sentence hung in the air like a heavy smog in Los Angeles on a hot summer day! Finally, with shaky hands the old nun reached out and slowly lifted the plaid uniform skirt and lifted it above Joanne’s waist! “Good lord in heaven,” the nun gasped, “w-where on earth is your underwear?!?” Joanne was too caught up in the moment to answer and just stood there like a statue unable to move or speak! The sister took in a whiff of the fragrant aroma wafting from Joanne’s crack, and after sighing softly took a finger and gently opened the folds of the young vagina only to expose the most incredibly fat clit she had ever seen in her life!!! Sister Rachel literally shook her head to make sure that what she was seeing was actually real! “Now I understand,” she said softly. “I mean now I can at least see why you didn’t wear your panties!” “Is it always so engorged?” she asked the frightened young girl. With her pussy was absolutely on fire, Joanne made an audible gulp and whispered hoarsely, “Y-yes, sister, j-just like that!”

Sister Rachel stared at the erect organ for a good minute before Joanne interrupted her thoughts with, “A-am I in a lot of trouble, ma’am?” “I-I didn’t want to cause any trouble, it just happened!” “Of course you’re not in trouble, child,” the nun replied shallowly, “but I’m afraid that we’re going to have to do something about your condition.” “Don’t you agree?!?” Amy was the forgotten person in the room, but for some reason she pulled herself together and offered, “I’ve already sucked her off once this morning, sister, I think she needs another session!” Without looking at Amy the sister replied, “I do believe that you’re quite correct in your assumption, dear! And then without further or do the fiftyish nun pressed her open mouth directly into Joanne’s bulging hair pie! “Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy,” the poor girl sighed, “Oh yesssssss, suck my big fat clit!” Big and fat wasn’t the half of it!!! Joanne’s clit had grown to at least ten times it’s normal size, making it appear for all the world to be a tiny little cock! Amy looked on slack jawed while the old nun licked and sucked the young brunette for all she was worth, but again she was unable to control herself and as if on automatic pilot slipped her hand up under her blue plaid skirt and began fingering her own drooling cunt!

For the second time in the last hour Joanne’s incredible clit was getting the sucking it so richly deserved! Losing all sense of decorum the hot pussied senior urged the old woman to suck her harder while grinding her vulva hard into the old nun’s wide open mouth! To Sister Rachel Joanne tasted like nectar from the gods! There was just something about sucking a fresh young pussy that brought out the best in her! Amy’s pussy was slipping quickly towards a cum it’s own, and with her eyes glazed over she ordered, “That’s the way, suck her off, suck that big fat fucking clit, suck her little girl dick until she blows!” The sound of such crude language was like an aphrodisiac to the young women, and as Amy’s fingers flew and Sister Rachel’s tongue flicked, the two seniors bucked their plump pussies forward as stunning orgasms raced through their convulsing cunts!!!

Amy simply leaned back in her chair with her skirt up and legs splayed wide apart while Joanne stumbled sideways until thumping heavily against the office wall. Both girls were shell shocked beyond anything they had ever experienced in their young lives and their pussies throbbed in a post orgasmic haze! “I-I don’t believe what just happened,” Joanne moaned softly while gently caressing her bulging lips. “Me either,” Amy sighed while Sister Rachel wiped Joanne’s juice off of her lips and chin, “I can’t believe what I just saw!” “Oh my gosh,” Joanne said urgently while looking at the clock, “we’re gonna be late for second period class, oh nooooooo, another detention!” Sister Rachel smiled at the shaken girl and said softly, “Don’t worry about any detentions, we still have a little work to do here!”

THE END

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Brooke’s new captors have fun with her, and a surprise guest….

Brooke’s Tale part D
(Synopsis : Brooke, an ordinary college girl with a hidden submissive side, is enslaved and raped when she goes to a party. {part A}. her hidden desires eventually lead to her making love to her roommate Carla before her mistress tina walks in on them and uses them for her pleasure. {part B}. However, tina is removed from the picture in a twist, but the gas station guy’s friend comes calling, raping her and taking her on the worst road trip of her life {part C}….read on……)

Goth girl and her bf got down, pulling me out of the car before marko got down. I fell to my knees, staring at goth’s smooth and sexy legs, as the pain in my mammaries temporarily subsided. I saw one leather clad foot rise to my chin, until her toes were level with my face. It smelled of grease, but I took the fingers in my mouth, licking them and sucking as marko and her bf laughed. Inspite of my care, she seemed bent on humiliating me more. I got a sharp kick in the boobs, and fell backwards, my knees howling at the sudden motion. Once down, I saw the three converge on me with evil smiles on their faces. Goth again raised her heeled leg, this time over my stomach and pushed down with a force that made me yell out. Considering that we were in the open, I was surprised when no one came to check us out.
Goth used my scream to stuff a ball gag into my mouth, laughing as I struggled to adjust. Marko meanwhile moved to my right, and lit a cigarette, prodding me with his foot like a dog. I found my hands immobilized by their toes, goth’s heels cutting off the blood supply to my wrist. just as I was getting used to the pain in my hand, I felt a sharp pain between my legs – marko had taken off his belt and started whipping me on my cunt. I howled into the sky but no sound came out, making the trio laugh even more.
Marko kept up the lashes, making me feel like I would pass out from the pain. I felt a stocking clad foot moveup my forehead and settle on my nose, overwhelming me by the smell. Goth’s bf found this funny, and took out his cell to click some pics of me with a foot on my face. Goth made sure I fully felt the humiliation, rubbing her foot all over my cheeks and nose. With it, she pushed the gag further into my mouth, until it hit the back of my cavity. From my low position, I saw goth take the cig and have a puff. She bent down and to my horror, placed it squarely on my nose. It felt like red hot coal, and I began to struggle. Goth responded by stomping on my face. Once she was satisfied with the burn, she threw away the cig, and rubbed her long nails over the wound, opening it more.
In my endless agony, I had failed to see the crowd which had gathered around us. Many were burly men, who were egging on my tormentors or clicking away. One had his hand in his shorts, a huge bulge sticking out of it. Goth and marko seemed to enjoy the attention , stepping up the speed. Goth posed for a bunch of geeks with her foot over my face. Marko gave the belt to a hunk who began to whip me like a horse, till I was sure I was bleeding in my vagina. Somebody handed goth a lipstick and she began to write on my breasts, reminding me of tina. More photos and laughter followed. I guess a few had hoped for a fuck ,and a part of me agreed. But the three had other ideas.
Pulling me up by my hair, they dragged me across the street, the crowd’s hoots following us. We entered a decrepit old building which smelled of stale garbage. The lights were low and the rooms unpainted and low. I saw drug addicts and prostitutes out of the corner of my eye, as I was dragged from one floor to another. We reached a low room which had one bulb and a bed. There were alcohol bottles lying around. Marko shut the door. I was pushed to my knees and the gag removed, and the smell of liquor grew stronger.
“bring her in” goth cried out.
From another door emerged the guy who had used a magnet on my tits. He was dragging a struggling woman. As they entered the light, I saw it to be his mother. She seemed to have got rid of the paint, and was struggling against the bonds which held her. The guy seemed to be expecting something, and goth nodded. She went out and came back with a naked girl crawling on all fours. I could see that the guy knew the girl, and the latter’s eyes widened. She pleaded with her eyes, but the guy only laughed.
“here’s your girlfriend. Use her well. “goth said, handing the leash to him. The girl fell at his feet, trying to get up. He nonchalantly dragged her out, using the leash to ensure she was half-dragged out.
Now we four were left. Goth returned to us, kicking the woman so that she fell on me, her face hitting mine. I instinctively kissed her, savouring the taste of woman.goth didn’t seem to like this. She pulled us apart by our hair, and put a gag similar to mine so that we stared mutely at each other. Goth now fished in her bag,and fished out a pair of scissors and approsched the woman as she glared at her captor
ii was getting hot thinking of the humiliations that awaited this snotty bitch. i wanted her punished good.

goth put down the scissors and knelt down beside the woman. she raised her hand gently caressing the mascara d cheeks. she giggled. reaching out, she pinched her nose, digging her long nails into the cartilage she giggled again. she ran her nails along the side of her face, occassionally digging in the sharp points to draw somr blood. soon the poor woman had red tricles running down her cheeks. goth backed off a metre and raised her hand again. this time she landed it on the womans lips, drawing blood. another landed on her nose, breaking the bridge for good. a series of slaps completed the show, reducing the woman to a crying bleeding heap.

goth now took the scissors and brought them close to the woman’s face. sensing her victim’s terror, she ran d blades along her cheeks, enjoying the fear in the woman’s eyes. goth grabbed a handful of her hair, and snipped off the well maintained locks. soon she had only a crop of hair left.

goth now lowered her hands and cupped the woman’s boobs through her blouse. i loved the way the cloth folded in her hands, raising the melons up. slowly, goth began to dig her nails in, mauling them. i expected goth to cut off the blouse. instead she carefully cut out the part over the breasts, careful to leave enough to button it up. i saw the satin bra stick out of the holes. goth ran a blade down the centre of each cup, and ripped the gash wide, exposing the tit in all glory. the woman looked obscene, her clothes cut open and her tits sticking out of the holes.

goth wasn’t so considerate on the long skirt, pulling it off roughly. the panties however were snipped at the right places.

seeing all this was making me hot. i wanted to jack off but was tied down. marko walked upto me and stripped off the little clothing i had on. i was dragged to where the woman was, and made to kiss her all over her face.

“don’t stop bitches” cried marko. her gag was taken off znd we began to kiss passionately. however, the fun didn’t last. soon, marko was raining blows with his belt on my back. with each hit, i was pushed into her face, and sucked in her saliva. soon i could tell that she was getting similarly whipped. they took turns, so that one of us was always being knocked off balance, but we dared not break the kiss. infact, with each strike, her boobs banged against mine, our nipples rubbing agaisnt each other. the sensations were overwhelming, and i was soon approaching orgasm. they shifted sides, and soon i felt kicks of a heeled leg landing on my ass. goth, however, didn’t recoil, holding me against the woman. our breasts mashed together, her nubs digging into mine. her lips sucked in mine, as our tongues entwined. i came, rocking against the foot so that the heel dug deeper into me. but i didn’t care. the thought of getting off on the snotty bitch drowned all else. as i came, i whispered in ber ear “slave bitch”. she kissed me in return.

goth now parted us. she asked the two guys to strip.once naked, goths bf (name jim) positioned me over his dick while he lay down on the bed. the woman was placed on the edge of the bed doggy style, with marko behind her. they pushed in together, pulling me down into him. from here, i had a great view of the woman’s sagging tits bouncing as she rode him. i had the guts to grab them and squeeze roughly. then i was pushed up, and she was sucking on my boobs. she was a mean bitch, biting me as she gobbled the tits. i positioned her with my hands, making sure she took in as much of tit as possible.

goth now shifted her from cowgirl to s kneeling postiton. i assumed marko now aimed for her ass, as she began to yelp in pain. her tits were now inches from mine, and i wrapped her in my arms, mashing our breasts agaisnt each other. she responded by biting my ears, sucki g the lobes.

again our lovemaking was cut short. goth parted us. she brought a length of rope and tightly bound her tits, till they began to turn blue. she then got more, and circled it round the base of the tit, where it was most meaty. she then tightened it like a noose, till my boob looked like a ballon attached to my chest by the rope. the pain was severe, adding to the rough fucking jim was giving me. the other tit followed. goth now took out a case of pins, and began to push them in. the first felt like an injection on my blueish tit. the second felt more as she dug it in. she began to approach the areolae , and soon i was howling in pain from the pricks. as my pain grew, so did the pleasure, my warped mind mixing the two to make me cum.

i turned to look at jim. he had his hands on my ass, and was using my cheeks as handles to bounce me. he seemed to be nearing orgasm. but my focus was brought back to my tits by a tremendous pain. i saw goth push a thick needle into my left breast, like planting a post. my booby was caving in, until the skin ruptured. but she kept on. i felt like a knife was slicing my breast.incredibly. the needle kept going in, the thick knob at the end inching closer to the surface. goth held my tit firm as it sunk in. i could feel it moving inside, wasting my gland remorselessly as it moved towafds the end. finally, with a thwuck, it emerged from the other side. due to the rope, no blood came out, but i could tell that it had ripped through my tender flesh.

leaving the needle to bounce with each thrust, embedded in my tit, she turned to the woman. i watched as her heavy tit was similarly pierced. once done, goth brought more rope and tied one end to the hole on the knob of my needle, the other end to hers. so attached, she pulled her away till our tits were stretched. the pain was unbearable, but i made no effort to remove it. instead i pushed deep onto the pole and came, this time joined by jim. i felt spurts of jizz hit my inner walls as i coated cock with cunt cream.

goth made us get off our lovers, and pushed us to our knees. i was given a top cut out like the woman’s and a short tight skirt. “they belonged to her sons girl” jim told me slyly, implying that she had been similarly broken. goth now attached collars to our throats, and chains to the collars. a longer rope bound the woman’s tit needle to mine, such that we could walk side by side only if our breasts were under max stress. she worsened matters by walking between us, the rope behind her.

so arrayed, we walked out into the sun, people turning to stare at us as goth waved at them. a new phase of my slavery had begun……

(may be continued)…….

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fucked hard

“Terri? Can you do me a favor?” asked Vince McMahon. The two were backstage at the arena where RAW was going to start in a couple of hours.

“What kind of favor?” asked Terri, pulling down her low cut shirt, hopeful that it might be sex. She looked beautiful as always, wearing her hooker like clothes. Terri was one of Vince’s favorite girls. A while ago, she and Vince had a fling, along with Trish, his daughter Stephanie, Hunter and Shane. They were all there in the wild and hot fuckfest. Terri often thought of that when she was pleasuring herself. That and the time when she introduce Chyna to a whole new view of sex that Chyna had never experienced before. Those were some good times.

“You know how the Alliance got out of business and all and you also know who Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson? Well they need a little more training so I was wondering if you could teach them a thing or two,” said Vince.

“Me? Out of all people, why me?” asked Terri.

“Well I figured you were bored and needed something else to do.” Vince stepped closer to her. “And if you do a good job, I’ll give you a reward for a job well done.” He pinched her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Terri moaned softly.

“I’ll do it.”

She gave him a kiss on the lips and went off. First stop was her locker room, to get her things. Then she went into a special WWF training center they had in the arena where WWF superstars could get warmed up before their matches. Luckily the only two people there was Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler.

Stacy was a tall blonde, wearing boots up to her knees. Her ass stuck out from her body and had nice long legs. Torrie, however, was shorter and had bigger breasts than Stacy. She had wavy blonde hair while Stacy’s was short and straight. Terri’s clit was getting wet at the very sight of the two ladies.

“Hi Terri!” cried Torrie cheerfully.

“Hey, you guys,” said Terri. She set down her things and stared at the two. “Well you guys ready for some training?”

“Definitely, I’m tired of standing outside of the ring,” said Stacy.

The training started. Terri began showing them moves that she had learned. Torrie and Stacy tried to copy the moves but they couldn’t. They fell flat on the mat. Despite the fact that Torrie and Stacy couldn’t wrestle, Terri enjoyed the way their breasts bounced up and down as the two divas tried the moves. But Terri was frustrated, they didn’t know anything and Terri really wanted the reward. The 3 leaned against the wall, tired.

“I’m not trying to be mean or anything. But don’t you guys know anything?”

Torrie gave Stacy a look, then at Terri. “Oh we know some moves.” She began stripping off her clothes. Stacy followed. Terri sat straight up, her panties were soaking wet at the sight of the nude bodies.

“Do you want to know some new moves?” asked Stacy. Terri nodded.

Torrie and Stacy began making out on the map, rolling around. Stacy pulled away, sucking on Torrie’s nipples. Torrie moaned. “Go down.”

Stacy saw an invitation in. She whipped her tongue onto the wet clit. She pumped in 3 fingers while licking the clit. Torrie gasped short breaths. She clutched her breasts as Stacy went to work on her pussy.

“Oh Stacy! I’m going to cum!” Torrie was in an orgasm. Terri was in an orgasm herself. She was watching the two divas as she fingered herself.

Torrie and Stacy looked over at Terri. They walked towards her, stripping off her clothes. Terri was getting hornier. Terri laid on her stomach. Torrie went under her, licking her pussy. Stacy sat on Torrie’s stomach and fingered Terri’s anus.

Terri moaned softly, her moans turning into screams. Both Torrie and Stacy were fisting her, something Terri had never felt before. “Oh god yes! More more!” yelled Terri. As she opened her mouth to scream some more, a warm big cock entered her mouth. She looked up and saw Jeff Hardy. She smiled and greedily sucked on the cock.

Stacy felt a bigger cock enter her ass. She screamed as pain shot through her back. It was Matt Hardy. He pumped his hips against her ass cheeks.

Torrie was laying on the floor, fingering Terri’s clit. Then the biggest cock in the training room entered Torrie’s small cunt. She screamed loudly. The cock went slowly in and out, soon gaining momentum. Torrie peeked from under and saw Test.

They soon collasped on top of each other. Stacy stood up. “Jeff, lie down on the foor. Terri, let the cock go into your ass.” The two did what they were told, Terri began to pump herself up and down. Jeff let out a small moan.

“Matt, fuck her pussy.” Matt stroked his cock and entered it in. “Test, let her suck your cock.”

Terri loved the triple penetration. She wondered Torrie and Stacy were going to do. As if reading her thoughts, the two went on opposite sides and began sucking on her nipples. Terri screamed as Stacy bit her nipple.

Jeff reached his hands on Stacy’s and Torrie’s asses and began fingering them. The two former Alliance members moaned.

Terri was reaching her orgasm. She could feel herself about to cum. Test suddenly bellowed, “Oh shit! I’m going to cum!” He took his cock away from the greedy mouth and jerked his cock. Cum splattered all over Terri, Torrie and Stacy. Torrie turned her attention away from Terri’s breasts and began sucking on the cock.

Jeff let out moan, indicating that he was cumming also. Terri felt a huge load shoot from the cock and all inside her ass. Jeff pulled away as his cum dripped out from her ass.

Terri yelled,” I’m cumming too!” She was in an orgasm and came all over the cock.

Matt pulled it out and came all over Terri. The 3 men were now fucking the 2 ladies. Terri smiled. She couldn’t wait to show Vince what she had taught them.

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The next day, after the hot sex Terri had, she rounded up the girls. She found them both in a hotel room, sleeping and nude. Their hot bodies were covered with cum. She smiled at them. Maybe I should have a little fun with them before I show them off to Vince she thought.

Terri playfully jumped on the bed and wondered which to start with. She stripped off her clothes and began to lick Stacy’s cunt. Terri was not able to control her own juices so they began spurting out on Torrie’s leg. Terri inserted her tongue in the hole, while fingering herself.

In her sleep, Stacy smiled and let out a moan. She put her hands on her breasts, but still asleep. Terri got her to cum and moved onto Torrie.

Terri gently and slowly got on top of her. She spread her ass cheeks and licked around the whole. She then put 4 fingers in, pumping it slowly. Torrie woke up and found Terri. She moaned softly. “Oh Terri, please fist me…oh please.”

Terri did what she was told. She inserted her thumb and fisted her. Torrie jerked her head and screamed. “Oh god Terri! Yes!” Her clit began to spurt out juices on the bed. By the loud scream, Stacy woke up and saw Torrie getting fisted by Terri. She smiled and got into a 69 with Torrie. “Eat me!” cried Stacy as she licked Torrie’s shaved clit.

Terri watched the two girls in the hot 69 and came. She pulled her fist away. “Ok, girls. We have to go to Mr. McMahon’s office and show him what we learned.” The two girls knew what she was talking about and quickly got dressed.

They reached Vince’s office. Terri politely knocked. “Come on in!”

They entered the room and found Vince working at his desk. He stood up quickly. Terri noticed a bulge around the crotch area. “Hey Vince. We worked real hard yesterday and we want to show you what we learned,” said Terri.

Vince gulped and smiled. “Well show me.” To his surprise, they began stripping down til they were in their birthday suits. “Hey! Hey! What the hell is this?”

Terri smiled and winked. “You’ll see.” Torrie and Stacy began to get into a 69, licking each other’s pussies. Vince looked in shock and excitement. Terri went over to Vince and sat him down on the chair. “So what’s my reward?”

“We-ell, I was gonna give it to you later tonight but here.” Vince unzipped his pants, revealing a wrinkly but big cock. Terri gasped at the sight and began to suck on the rod. He moaned, the cock reached all the way down her throat. She massaged his balls. He quivered, enjoying his cock in her mouth.

Terri pulled away. “Hey I didn’t cum yet!” whined Vince. Terri said nothing and laid on the desk. She spread her vaginal lips.

“Vince, fuck my pussy,” she whispered. Vince smiled and thrusted the cock in hard. Terri screamed in pain, then in delight. He gained momentum and pumped the cock. Terri pinched her nipples. They became rockhard. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming Vince!”

Vince pulled away and licked up all the cum that came pouring out. Terri wasn’t through. She pushed him on the desk. “Oh Terri, oh yeah.” She got the cock in her ass. She moaned and shivered.

Terri pumped herself up and down, the cock almost disappearing into her ass. The door flung open and Matt and Jeff came in. They wallked over to Torrie and Stacy. Matt began to fuck Torrie doggystyle. Stacy began giving Jeff a blowjob.

After a few hours of different positions for Terri, Vince yelled,” I’m going cum!” He shot his load in her mouth. She greedily swallowed the cum.

Jeff jerked his head. “I’m gonna blow!” Cum shot inside the walls of Stacy’s pussy. Matt shot his load in Torrie’s ass.

Vince sucked on Terri’s nipples lazily. “You taught them well, Terri.” Terri smiled and began to suck on Vince’s cock again.

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Sister and brother on Summer Vacation finds love

Last Summers End
A-Short-Story
Chapter One

June is our family vacation time, we love spending it in Spain; on an Island Called, “Ibiza.” If you have never been there before you don’t know what you’re missing. The beaches, filled with women from all over the world that come to baste in the Ibiza sun. Don’t forget the night clubs that stay open well into the early morning hours. What ever you like to do in life, you can find it there.

Our parents purchased a villa right outside of the city of Ibiza, just a step or two from the Talamanca beach. You can look down from our place on the hill, that over looks the beach and part of the city. My sister Hannah loves the city, where she could shop and party twenty-four-seven if she wanted too. My parents love the history of Ibiza, and spend a lot of time writing about it, and spending time with the mayor. But me, I love the beaches, even the nudist beach when my friends and I could sneak over there without our parents finding out.

The girls wear all the latest fashion swim wear, Thongs, tiny thongs, bikini’s, and one piece swimming suits. Even they are sexy today, So that’s were I spend most of my time is on the beach checking out girls.

On the day that I noticed her walking along the waters edge, her hair blowing back from the wind. She wore a black hot tiny thong making her hot as hell. She has a beautiful tan covering her body evenly from head to toe.
Long blonde hair down to the tip of her small bubble ass. She walked passed me her back arched back that almost cause me to cum. Jumping up I followed her for a while just to see where she was going. She met up with a group of girls all four were just as beautiful as she is. I knew that she is the one for me, but being shy as I am, “Okay a coward,” I had to find a way to meet her but, “how?” Then it hit me, “My sister, why not?” I knew things about her that only a few knew about. I could blackmail her if she didn’t want to help me. When Hannah was fifteen and I was fourteen, I just happened to walk in on her and her friend Karen, making out in the tub, when my parents were off for the weekend. She tried telling me theirs wasn’t anything going on between them. I knew better then that and I told them so, “I saw what you both were doing, kissing and touching each other.” I did get blowjobs that day from Karen. If she didn’t want our parents finding out she’ll help me. Hannah just happened to be on the beach sunning and reading poems by Truman Capote, just one of her many favorite authors. “Hannah, I need your help?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

She looks up pushing back her sunglasses with her index finger saying, “Can you see I’m busy reading?” “
“I know that, but I really, really need your help.”
Laying her book down in her lap she said, “What do you need my help with?”
Pointing out the girl down from us with her friends “I like for you to get to know her then introduce her to me.”
She started laughing aloud, “You gotta be kidding me, her and you dating oh please?”
“Come on sis, I’ll never ask you for anything again.”
“No, go away; find someone your own age to fuck.”
Looking at her telling her “I don’t want to have to resort to this, but if you don’t I’ll tell mom and dad, about Karen and yourself in the tub with each other.”
“FUCK YOU ASS-HOLE, you always bring that up when you don’t get your way with me.”

“I’ll tell you what; you do this for me get her to go out with me, then I’ll never say anything else about that day! What do you say sis?”
“Maybe,” she said, looking over toward her. “What if she doesn’t want to fuck a virgin, then what?”
“I’m not a virgin,” I said.
She laughs again, Cody a blowjob doesn’t count, as being laid, you’re a virgin you didn’t fuck anyone that day.”
“What ever,” I said to her begging her
to do this one last thing for me. Giving in saying she would, but not to rush her.

A few days later Hannah was on the beach walking along while reading another book, “Under the Tuscan Sun,” by: Frances Mayes, another author of hers. When she tripped falling over someone sunning on the beach. Looking up she glances seeing a young girl sitting up; “Bonjour, vous bien?” (Hello, are you okay)? Then realizing she didn’t understand what she had said, she spoke in English, “Hello, are you okay?” Hannah realizing who she was that she tripped over saying, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, please forgive me?”
“What’s that you’re reading?”
“Under The Tuscan Sun.” By:” they both said “Frances Mayes,” They both busted out laughing. “I just loved that book, read it five times already.” She said lying back down.
“Hi, I’m Hannah Barnsworthy,” she said reaching out to her,
“I’m Alexis Bouvier,” she said as they shake hands.

“You’re from France; where in France are you from?”
“Toulon, but it’s not as pretty as Ibiza, we mostly live here now. What about you, where do you live?”
“I’m from L.A California; we come here on vacation here each June.”
“You’re going to college in California?”
“No, I just graduated this year; I’m thinking I’ll wait a year before I go.”
Alexis sits up saying the same thing, that she wanted to wait a year, before going on to College.

They were hitting it off so well Alexis asked her to have dinner with her that night. “I’ll pick you up in the limo, about eightesh, if that’s okay with you?”
Hannah agreed as Alexis leans over kissing Hannah saying, “au revoir.” (Goodbye-).
Hannah was a little stun but quickly realized “that’s must be how things are done in France, she thought touching her lips.

Hannah introduce Alexis to our parents, who actually knew Alexis father, from being close friends with the Mayor of Ibiza. When she introduces Alexis to me, I almost had a heart attack, not believing that my sister was going on a date with my dream girl. I pulled Hannah to the side, telling her that I wanted to know all the details of their date when you return home. Hannah just smiles sweetly saying, “We’ll see Cody, we’ll see.” as the two girls left the Villa.

Alexis sat close to Hannah offering her a glass of red wine, they sipped on it while talking along the way to the La Plaza restaurant. Walking in with Hannah holding Alexis arm, people stared, waiters hurrying to be the first to seat them. Both girls were dressed beautifully Alexis had a long black gown low cut to show just a teas of Cleavage, with gold and diamond necklace. Hannah dressed in a dark blue gown with a gold chain around her neck, also showing more Cleavage then Alexis. Both girls were vegetarian ordered the vegetarian plate. Alexis toasted Hannah, by saying “May our friendship blossom.” Hannah complemented, Alexis on her choice of restaurant. “This one is the best, Father and I, come here occasionally to dine.”
“It’s a very nice place; I like it,” Hannah said.
“Good, we’ll come here more often if you like too.” Alexis said smiling at Hannah.

Hannah, felt that Alexis really liked her more then what she has been letting on, and so did Hannah. They sat there drinking wine and picking at there food. “Hannah, when will you be leaving to go back to L.A?”
“At summers end, around Sept sometimes.” When they were ready to leave they were about the only ones there.

In the limo, Hannah looks at Alexis smiling saying, “This was a great evening thank you for a lovely time.”
Alexis smiles back saying, “votre bienvenue, it was my pleasure.” as they both stared into each others eyes. Before they knew it, they were kissing. Alexis pushes Hannah back as she feels her breast, sliding her hand down to her legs, pulling her gown up to her knee-cap sliding her hand up under her gown grabbing her now moist crotch, Hannah gives a low moan as they tongue each other. Sliding down onto the floor-board, she grabs and pulls Hannah ass closer to her, putting her legs over her shoulder spreading her panties to one side exposing her hot wet shaven pussy, “est beau.” (It’s beautiful) she said. Her lips wide open she licks the opening up to her clit driving Hannah crazy w
ith excitement Hannah Grabs the back of Alexis head pushing it hard toward her pussy, feeling Alexis wet tongue going inside of her, she screams aloud with pleasure.

Léon, Alexi’s body guard and chuffer could hear every moan Hannah made, causing his cock to harden. If only he wasn’t working for Mr. Bouvier he would have fucked the hell out of both of them. It wasn’t the first time he’s heard moaning coming from the back seat when Alexis is with another woman. Léon wanted to mount a pin camera with audio some where in the back so he could watch Alexis making it with other women. Pulling into the driveway of the mansion on the hill, he wondered if he would catch them in the act of eating each other when he opens the car door. But to his dismay they stepped out fully clothed like nothing has been going on.

Hannah follows behind Alexis, walking into the house, Hannah was amazed how big the entry is. “Wow, Wow, Wow, her voice echoed in the entry as they giggled like little school girls, would have. “That’s so cool,” she said as she followed Alexis up the stairs to her bedroom. Walking in Hannah had never seend a bedroom as big as Alexis is. “You can put all our bedrooms in yours and still have enough room left over.”
Alexis laughs, “I like it, cause I have enough room to entertain my friends without having to go in other rooms to entertain them.”

Sitting on her bed she bounces up and down, telling Alexis how soft it feels. Alexis just smiles saying, “I haven’t had any complains yet.”
“Hannah, I’d would just love for you to stay the night.”
“Really… but. I have that thing with my brother tomorrow?” Telling Hannah that she would invite Cody over for lunch and a swim in the pool, they then could still spend time together with her. It had taken some talking and promises to her mother but she gave her permission to sleep over.

Hannah wanted to shower before bed, she started the shower stepping in she felt Alexis behind her, turning she glanced at the most beautiful body she’s ever seen. Her tan body is so sexy and soft looking. Her breast stood out ready to be caressed, her nipples were hard, she has a little pubic hair at the tip of her slit her clit perturbing out between her slit and the rest of her pussy was shaven. She steps into the shower with Hannah as they kissed, and held each other.

“Je suis si chaud ” she said in French “What does that mean Alexis,” Hannah said. “I’m so hot.” She said kneeling down and licking her between her slit up to her clit ,”Je suis si chaud,” Hannah said back to Alexis. Hannah pulls Alexis up, rubbing and squeezing her nipples she started licking them and sucking as she squeezed her breast causing Alexis to moan, “Oh oui, oui, l’OH oui.,” (Oh yes, yes, oh yes), as she started to get weak in her legs. She kissed her breasts and with her tongue barely touching her skin she licks down toward her pussy stopping at the tip of her clit, spreading her slit exposing her clit more, she started licking it driving Alexis crazy as she yells and moans. “aimez-toi bébé,” (I love you baby), she said pulling Hannah’s head toward her pussy more.

They went from the shower to the bed as Alexis opens her dresser and pulls out a big dildo saying “Like le grand caoutchouc cocks, Hannah?” (Large rubber cocks Hannah?). If that is what I think you said, “Oui, oui je les aim,” (yes, yes, I love them). Surprising Alexis with a little French. “I do know just a little French,” she said giggling. Alexis walks over with the Dildo and lies down beside Hannah as they started kissing again. She takes the dildo rubs her nipples as they continue kissing then slowly moves it down her body rubbing it between Hannah’s slit, making her moan with excitement, “Oh, Yes, yes, fucking yes oh Alexis fuck me, push it inside of me PLEASE!”
“Vous l’aimez bébé ?” (You like it baby). Alexis asked. “Oh, oui. Oui, I do.” Hannah said, feeling Alexis pushing the dildo inside of her pushing in and out slowly as she licks and sucks her clit.

Suddenly the door opens up Léon runs in with his gun
drawn yelling,”intrus, bruit d’alarme,” intruder, alarm sounding. Alexis reacts by covering Hannah so Léon wouldn’t see her naked body, and yelled, “Sortez l’abruti sortent d’ici !” Get out ass-hole get out of here!

“Alexis, what’s going on here, I’m just a little frighten?”
“Don’t be dear, Léon just wanted to catch us in the act of fucking each other.” she said as she pulls Hannah up to her holding her saying, “Ne soyez pas effrayé, il est tout correct !” Don’t be scared, it’s all okay. They just laid there holding each other and from time to time they would kiss.
“Alexis,” Hannah said laying beside her, “OUI,” Alexis said. “My brother wants to fuck you, and wanted me to set you up with him, but I don’t want you too.”
“Non, non, I’m with you now.” Alexis said, explaining that no man would ever put his cock inside of her again, that she didn’t like men fucking her, and that she only loves women. “But being it’s your brother I’ll ask one of my friends to fuck him. I’ll call Gina tomorrow and have her come over before Cody arrives.”
“What about that man who came into your room earlier will he be here?”
“I’m going to speak with my father tomorrow and let him know what he did, maybe my father will fire him.” Alexis said giving Hannah a comfortable kiss.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to

run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and

introduced me.

“How do you do,” said Ms. Michaels. She looked friendly enough and

paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy

about her.

That was the only time I saw her until I signed up for her class. I

really didn’t need the class: I only needed one psych course for my

degree and I had already taken the introductory course. But Cindy

told me I ought to take another and told me that Ms. Michaels’s

course was the one to take. She finally convinced me to take it as an

elective. I did think it was a little strange that Cindy was so

vociferous about me specifically taking Ms. Michaels’s course.

Well Ms. Michaels turned out to be a fascinating teacher and she was

really nice to us too–always stopping to talk with any of us she ran

across. I stopped in her office one day to pick up an assignment and

we ended up chatting for an hour. I wished all my professors were

as easy to get along with as she was.

Well one day after class I stopped to talk to her… I guess I just felt

like talking, and we chatted for a bit and then she invited me out to

eat with her! I accepted readily and we ended up at a bar, eating

some appetizers.

We talked and talked that evening, and somehow we ended up talking

about men and dating. And then we were talking about sex. I had had

a couple of drinks and I guess I talked to her about intimate things

I’d never have told *anyone* any other time. But she was just so

easy to talk to.

“Well, have you *ever* felt an attraction to a female?” She was

asking me if I were bisexual? I didn’t remember how we had gotten

to this topic, but it didn’t seem out of place. I guess she interpreted

my pause as an answer. “Seriously,” she added.

“Well,” I answered.

“Oh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she answered. She had guessed

my secret! “Some pretty coed, no doubt. Who has turned you on?”

“This is too embarrassing!”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s *good* for you to share it with *someone*.

You can trust me. Tell me who?”

“Well,” I paused again, “One of the cheerleaders–she’s a brunette.” I

had *never* told anyone this nor expected to. I *did* find myself

attracted to the cheerleader–I sometimes found myself thinking

about her at night, and when I’d see her, I’d actually feel a bit

excited.

“Do you *know* her?”

“Oh, no! I’ve… seen her at games.”

“So it’s just an attraction. It’s all right honey. Don’t be

embarrassed. It’s not at all uncommon for women.” She did talk me

into accepting that there was nothing horrible about a feeling or

two. But I hadn’t let on how much it affected me some of the time.

That was as far as our conversation went on that topic. I didn’t

think too much about it after that.

One afternoon after class on friday afternoon, Ms. Michaels stopped

me on the way out. “Come over to the lab for a minute,” she said. I

wondered what she wanted, but followed her over to another building

where the psychology labs were. We went through a couple of rooms,

turning on lights and finally came into a room where she stopped.

“Come here,” she said and I came over to where she was standing.

She took my arm, and in about a half second, I realized she had

handcuffed my wrist to a pipe!

“Ms. Michaels!” I said, too shocked to think straight.

“I’ve got something to show you,” she said. She picked up a blanket

from the other side of the floor, and there were three women, lying

on the floor, tied up and gagged!

“Ms. Michaels, what are you doing!” I began to shout for help.

“These rooms are soundproof,” said Ms. Michaels. “Don’t bother

yelling. Just listen to what I’m going to tell you!”

“What are you going to do?” I finally said, giving up on the yelling.

“I told you: listen!” I was finally silent. She had to be crazy. How

was I going to get out of here? What was going on? “I’m going to

give you your cheerleader.”

“My what?”

“Your cheerleader. The cheerleader you had the hots for. She’s going

to be yours.”

“Ms. Michaels, *please* let me go…”

“You’ve got to hear me out! I’ve got your cheerleader here.” She

pointed at the three women on the floor. “I got all the brunette ones

so one of these is the one you like. I’m going to make her want you.”

“Ms. Michaels, *please*!”

“You’re still not listening.” She sounded a little perturbed. “She’s

yours. She’ll do anything you want. I just want one thing in return.”

“*Please* let me go!” She came up and slapped my face! I looked at

her in alarm.

“I’m sorry I had to do that,” she said. “Please don’t lose control–

listen to me. She’ll do anything you want!” I was listening. “She’ll

want you badly.” She paused, but I didn’t say anything. “You don’t

believe me, do you. I can make her want you. I know how to do it.

She’ll beg you to let her make love to you and you can indulge

yourself or not at whim.”

“You’re crazy.” I finally said.

She paused. “You may be right, but what I’m saying is absolutely

true.” She paused again, but I didn’t speak up. I just stared at her. “I

can make her want you so badly she can’t control herself.”

“You hypnotize her?” Why was I talking with this madwoman?

“No, it’s much stronger and more permanent than hypnotism. I’ll

alter her mind permanently” There was another pause. Finally I

spoke.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’ll make her your permanent sex slave… if you make love to me.” I

stared at her in disbelief. I was never so scared in my life. “You

don’t believe I can do it, do you? You don’t believe I can make her

burn so hard for you that she can’t say no to you.” I didn’t answer.

“I’ll show you. Which one is her?” I didn’t answer, but she asked me

about each one, pointing to them and my face must have revealed

something because then she knew which one I had noticed.

I finally spoke up: “If you can do this, why didn’t you just do it to

me?”

“I’ve *done* that to girls. It’s gotten to be boring. I want a girl

who’ll make love to me voluntarily.”

“Never!”

“Please!? Don’t you find me attractive? Just agree to make love to

me, and I’ll give you your own little slave, forever.”

“You’re crazy!”

“There you go again. You don’t believe me? I’ll demonstrate with one

of the other girls just to show you.” What was I going to do? She

wasn’t stopping! She pulled one of the girls up, untied her legs and

picked up some papers and walked out of the room, dragging her. The

girl was still gagged with her hands tied.

They were gone for a few minutes, but not long–maybe five minutes

tops. Then she was dragging the girl back in. She took off the girl’s

gag and hands. The girl looked at me and immediately rushed over to

me. She was on her knees at my feet and started talking, fast.

“*Please* let me lick you. *Please! I want you so badly! Please!*” I

looked down at her in disbelief. She started holding my shoe and

kissing it. She started taking my shoe off!

“Stop,” I said in a little panic.

“Please,” she said looking up at me, piteously. “I’ll… undress for

you.” She was taking off her clothes. “Please just let me *touch*

you?” I stared. It appeared that Ms. Michaels knew what she was

doing! The girl was undressed in seconds and kneeling at my feet.

“What did you do to her?” I finally asked.

“Oh, a little highly-charged behavioristic training. I showed her a

picture of you and whispered things in her ear, all the while,

judiciously applying shocks to her through electric probes and

fingering her to orgasm at the right times. It’s all a matter of

guiding her thoughts and stimulating her pain and pleasure centers

as she approaches the right thoughts. It’s surprisingly quick! Now

she doesn’t want to do *anything* that you don’t want her to do.”

“Please get her away from me!”

“You’ll have to tell her yourself! You’re the only one she’ll listen to.”

I told her to take her clothes and go get dressed.

“I’ll show you another one,” said Ms. Michaels. She pulled up the

other girl who wasn’t the one I’d mentioned and untied her legs and

ungagged her. The girl was strangely quiet and allowed herself to be

drawn. Ms. Michaels came back in a few seconds. “Here, I’ll show

you how I do it,” and she unlocked me from the pipe and locked me to

her own wrist. I went into the other room with her. The girl was

strapped to a seat with some machinery around it. Ms. Michaels

handcuffed me to another pipe and went back to her. “It’s really very

easy with the right tools,” she said. She took a hypodermic and

injected the girl with something. “Just a little something to

increase her *learning potential*” She pulled down the girl’s

panties and started fingering her vagina and her breasts. She held a

picture of me in front of the girl’s face. I heard Ms. Michaels saying

“You *love* her” over and over. The girl was coming! Then I heard

her say, “do you hate her? Do you disobey her?” and the girl

screamed! I noticed that Ms. Michaels had pressed a foot pedal and

the girl didn’t stop until she let her foot up. Then she went back to

fingering her and saying “you love her.” The girl was coming again.

She went back and forth, talking to the girl and alternating between

fingering her to orgasm and pressing the peddle.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and unstrapped the girl. The

girl looked at me and I saw the expression on her face change. She

ran to me and then stopped, looking at me for a second. She

whispered “Please let me make love to you.” She looked so

*serious*! Ms. Michaels undid my handcuff and pulled me back into

the other room and fastened me again. The girl followed and then

got on her knees. “Please? I’ll lick you. Please? I’ll do my best!”

“You’d better tell her to be quiet,” said Ms. Michaels. I did it and told

her to go sit next to the other girl. I stared at Ms. Michaels. “Yes, I

really can do it.” I began to think of that other cheerleader begging

me. “I want to *share* this with someone,” added Ms. Michaels, “I’ve

*had* lots of girls who had no choice. You’d be *shocked* at some of

the people who obey my every whim.”

That lovely, litle cheerleader! Begging *me*!

“You don’t know how *long* I’ve waited for this! I saw you when you

just came here. You were just what I needed. You would be

*shocked* at everything I’ve done to get you here today.” She

actually looked pitiful.

“Please? Am I so bad to look at?” asked Ms. Michaels. Actually, she

is quite attractive. “It wouldn’t be so bad indulging me? For what I

can give you?” She pointed back at the cheerleader who was still

tied up. The girl could belong to me! Ms. Michaels went over and

untied her legs and stood her up. She seemed to think she was going

to convince me. She untied the girl’s gag.

“*Please* don’t do that to me!” the girl said. She was whining like a

baby. “I want to keep my *own* mind! Please!?”

“Isn’t she irresistible?” said Ms. Michaels. I just stared at the girl,

transfixed.

“Please let me keep my mind! Please?” the girl continued. “I’ll… I’ll

do what you want! You don’t *have* to do it to me! Please?”

“You’ll what?” asked Ms. Michaels who seemed a little amused.

“I’ll… lick her. I’ll lick her as much as she wants.”

“What if she wants to whip you?” asked Ms. Michaels. The girl was

silent with a stunned expression on her face. Ms. Michaels started

pulling her toward the door to the other room. I just stared.

“OK! She can whip me if she wants! Just *please* don’t alter my

mind like that!”

“Looks like you’ve got a choice,” said Ms. Michaels with a slight

smile. “Let me lick you and you can have her either way you wish!

*Please* let me lick you!” I was surprised a sudden desperation in

Ms. Michaels voice. I still stared.

“Please!” said Ms. Michaels. The girl looked confused as if she didn’t

know what to do. She could be mine. If I just let Ms. Michaels…

“OK, on one condition,” I said quietly. Ms. Michaels looked at me,

silently.

“Let me alter *your* mind,” I said to Ms. Michaels. She still looked

at me, but her mouth opened in surprise. I went on: “I want you like

*them*.” I pointed at the other girls. “I’ll let you lick me if we fix

it so you *really* want to.”

“No!” said Ms. Michaels. The cheerleader just stared at the two of us.

“I’ll let you lick me,” I repeated. I waited, looking at her. I think I

smiled a little.

Her voice was a whisper: “OK.”

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Tessa and I had been at the bar all night and had way too much to drink so they called us a taxi. After about thirty minutes and another drink later the taxi arrived and she and I piled into the back seat. “Where you two ladies headed?” “Home.” “Uhhh where exactly is that?” I laughed, “142nd and Broad Street.” “Gotcha.” As we sat in the back seat, Tessa had slid her hand over my thigh and winked at me. I had no idea what she was up to, but she was definitely up to something. We had a long drive ahead of us so I was sure I’d find out. Our driver pulled out into traffic and we were off.

Tessa loved to mess with people, well, more shock them really. And when she’s drunk, you can imagine that she gets a little wild. She leaned forward and asked the guy if he’d ever watched two women go at it. He told her no but would love to watch. “Now what man on earth wouldn’t?” I thought to myself. I knew exactly where she was taking this. I watched as he adjusted the review mirror done to see her and I sitting in the back seat. “So, uhhh, you going to show me?” “What do we get out of the deal?” She asked coyly. He went deep in thought, trying to figure out what he possibly had that we could want, and then the light bulb went off. “I’ll give ya yer fare for free.” Tessa looked at him, then turned back and winked at me. “You’re on man.” Tessa directed him to a little parking lot tucked away from the heavy traffic.

As he turned his head Tessa quickly snapped at him, “Keep your face the other way, watch us through that big mirror of yours.” He quickly turned around, not wanting to possibly lose his chance to watch two chics fuck. Tessa leaned towards me; I could feel her breath on my neck as she moved to kiss me. Her tongue slipped from between her full lips and licked mine. I could see the driver in the corner of my eye, he was already salivating. She continued to tease my mouth, leaning closer for a kiss, but just barely touching my lips. Tessa ran her hand up my thigh and underneath my dress. Her fingers wiggling against my skin as she worked her way up, pulling my dress up with her movements. She kissed me deeply and lifted my dress up revealing my thighs and pussy. I didn’t wear panties and she knew it, our driver however, was shocked. I could hear him moaning lightly as he watched Tessa’s hands.

She pulled my right thigh closer to her, spreading my legs further apart and moved her hands to the buttons of my dress. Her nimble fingers quickly had all the buttons undone and spread apart the sides of the dress. My tits were ready to pop out of my tight bra and with a flick of her wrist the front clasp came apart and out spilled my breasts. She immediately turned her attention to them and began to lick around my nipples, making sure to cover ever inch of my pink areolas. My nipples grew harder with every one of her passes, wanting to be touched, poking out further in hopes to feel her warm tongue against them.

She slowly sucked one into her mouth and I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good! I tilted my head back and caught site of the driver. I could see his shoulder moving. He was stroking his cock! The thought of him enjoying watching us further excited me. I felt myself grow completely wet, my juices covered my pussy and moved down lubricating my ass. Tessa ran her fingertips down my body stopping at my blonde mound. She pressed her body to mine and slipped her fingers in between my wet lips. Another moan filled the taxi.

She let her fingers dance around my clit, again, never actually touching it. She was teasing me just as much as she was teasing him. I couldn’t stand any longer and wiggled my hips from side to side. That got a smile from her and she took the hint. She began long steady strokes along the full length of my clit. My body shuddered. I could feel my orgasm build behind my blonde curls, an intense heat. I never got off this quickly, and I remembered our friend in the front seat. My heart beat harder as I thought about it and my blood surged through my body. She plunged her middle finger deep inside my pussy. I gasped and jerked, but instantly enjoyed it. She continued to play with my engorged clit with her thumb, rolling over and around it causing shocks of pleasure to shoot like lightning bolts throughout my body.

I tried to rock my hips against her hands, but I couldn’t, between her body and the seat, I was pinned in place. I felt the beginning waves wash over me as my climax continued to build and I slipped my hand further up her thigh, gripping her soft flesh in my little hand as she brought me closer to cumming. Her finger plunged in and out of my tight hole, harder and harder I squeezed with each thrust. The windows were completely fogged over by now. My moans grew louder and louder, filling the taxi. I couldn’t hear the driver grunting over my own moaning. Then my orgasm over took me. My body shuddered, forcing the car to rock. I arched my back and squeezed my thighs tightly against her hand and arm as my climax intensified in strength.

I felt my slick fluids flow freely, coating her fingers and caused my ass to slip on the back seat. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, her fingers still working along my throbbing clit making ripple after ripple of pleasure shudder up my spine. She slowed down her finger dance once she was sure I was satisfied, turned to face the driver. She waved her fingers, still covered in my juices, under his nose. He whimpered as she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Ok, now for your part of the bargain.” I started to get dressed again. “Uhhh where were you headed again?” We both laughed.

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Everything’s gone to Hell! All my minions have been taken by my father who has the same mysterious power to dominate people as I do.

“Fuck! What have I done!” I groaned out my distress, seeing Sasha’s car disappearing down the road from the upstairs bedroom window.

“Me, and you were amazing last night,” Samantha teased as she stretched her almost nude lingerie clad body across her comfy queen-sized bed. Her small pert round breasts swelled as she arched her back and I made myself look away from her to glance over to Jackie who had just burst in with the news of Sasha’s departure, but was in just as much trouble there as well.

“Then I call dibs,” the feisty young girl cheered throwing off her oversized sleep shirt to reveal her still only budding young naked body to me.

“No, no, no!” I growled and looked down around the floor, searching for my pants, then remembered they were still in the bathroom with the rest of my clothes from the shower I took last night. “Shit,” I growled with embarrassment at my sudden morning hard-on, then angrily stormed off to the bathroom announcing, “I’m swearing off sex!”

“What? You can’t be serious!” I heard Jackie caterwaul behind me, but I was in no mood to argue with her. Everything I’d said, almost convincing Sasha that she had seen the worst of me, came back to bite me and I realized she was right to leave. I’d just raped another woman with my power. Sure, she came onto me, and in any sane world anyone would see that I’d be the one seduced. Based on last night’s events that was technically true, but because she had been dosed with a taste of my blood she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by an almost magical hormonal attraction to do anything it took to please me. We both knew from brutal experience that my power had forced her to do whatever she thought might do that best, and she damn sure had with every inch of her wonderfully supple and athletic body.

“Fuck!” I again growled at myself as I sat down on the toilet and carefully pushed my prick down to piss my stupid morning wood away. “Where would Sasha go?” I wondered aloud to myself. “Think, think, think. Who would she talk to?” I didn’t want to stop her, but was worried about keeping her safe. She was just as on the run from my father as I was, and who knew how far his ability to find us went. The only people I was sure weren’t converted into minions by my megalomaniac father were these three girls, and while Sasha was clearly cured from being controlled anymore by having my blood injected into hers, I was pretty sure she was safe from falling under the sway of my father, but that didn’t protect her from being recaptured or killed.

After another quick shower, more just a rinse off the intoxicating smell of Sam’s perfume that covered me, I dressed and walked out to find the two women sixty-nining on the bed. Sam was straddling Jackie’s face and came up from her spindly spread legs to look at me, the young girl’s juices indecently glistening on her lips. “Come on baby. I got her tight little pussy all wet for you.”

“Nope!” I shouted, cursing my desires to join in their depraved fun as they asked. Instead I focused my gaze at the door and walked right out, heading for the stairs and longing for this to simply be a bad dream.

“Russell!” Jackie howled and must have wiggled out from under the other woman to chase after me. “How about I show you how much better I’ve gotten at giving blowjobs. Jake says I’ve gotten really good.” While I’m sure her words were meant to please me, and would have before now, it did just the opposite. Remembering how I’d abused her crush on me, not to mention my best friend’s trust by using my power to order his own mother to start giving his younger sister lessons on proper fellatio technique. Now it all just made me sick to my stomach thinking about it. Sasha was right to hate me; I was a monster. I kept walking and figured I’d head to the kitchen for something to eat, trying to figure out my next step now that the only other sane person I knew had left me..

“Jackie, he’s probably tired from the workout I gave him last night. But I bet he’ll be back to join us for another pole dance later,” Sam called to her student. “Why don’t you get back here and show me how well your practiced mouth can work a vulva.”

“What’s a vulva?” Jackie asked with naive curiosity. I hurried down the stairs, not wanting to hear any more lest I lose my nerve and succumb to their devilish sexual appeal.

“Fuck me,” I muttered to myself, trying desperately to get the image of those two sixty-nining out of my head, but mostly failing as I got hard in my pants while pouring myself a bowl of cereal. I munched away and walked out to Sam’s living room. Maybe some TV could distract my body’s sex addiction with something, anything, but even over the mundane talk shows and crunching on cereal I kept hearing playful shouts and squeals from upstairs. I knew they were deliberately making it difficult to resist their sex antics, but somehow I still had for close to a half an hour.

“Yes! Lick me right like that !” I heard Samantha shout out, and I was sure she was amping it up just to try and tempt me back up into joining them. I considered ordering them to stop, but even that would be using my power. Heck, even just sitting here in Sam’s home wouldn’t be possible were it not for my unnatural sway over her, but at this point what choice did I have? I was hip deep in a confused mix of self hatred, arousal, frustration, and depression when I heard a car door shut out in front of the house. In terror I ran to the window and peeked past the drapes, seeing Sasha almost miraculously returning from wherever she’d gone. She carried a white plastic bag I noted, then quickly I ran to the door to open it for her.

“Here’s the deal,” she declared in a disgusted tone, then pushing past me, clearly still angry. “You are going to cure them,” she pulled out a medical testing kit of some kind and ripped it open to pull out the fresh needle. “Then we can figure out how to do everyone else.”

“Okay,” I sighed and held out my arm to her. She wasn’t as gentle or as practiced a nurse as my mother, so when she poked me I couldn’t help but cry out.

“Baby,” she teased, but I gritted my teeth and let her pull out my blood, starting to quickly fill the syringe.

“You only need a little to work,” I told her, but she didn’t really listen and filled it half way up, maybe to spite me, maybe just to be sure I wasn’t lying. I didn’t know, but I also didn’t argue. She was the only one I couldn’t control, so for some reason that made me trust her more. She had seen firsthand how evil I was and here she was, yet still willing to help, though that may have been out of self-interest. She had come back when she could have just taken off, driven away to anywhere, but I’d dosed her whole family, so really where else could she go.. Right now she was seriously the only person I could actually trust to do what was right since I clearly couldn’t trust myself to do that.

I pinched my arm up as she extracted the needle, holding the hole she’d poked in me to stop it from bleeding. “Alright, let’s go,” she declared, holding the syringe up as if it were a weapon, and then walked up the stairs with determination. Though that quickly changed to embarrassment as we neared Samantha’s bedroom due to all her loud moaning. “What the fuck?” she growled angrily at me.

“They were trying to seduce me, but I refused and went downstairs,” I uselessly explained as we reached the top of the stairs. Approaching the open bedroom door we found them both naked with Jackie now on her belly, ass up in the air with her tight little hairless twat pointing right at us.

“Took you long enough,” Samantha moaned from the head of her bed while running her fingers through the tanned brown hair of her young lesbian lover’s head pressed into her crotch. “And you brought back your friend!” she cheered.

“Order them to both bend over the side of the bed,” Sasha herself ordered me, and I quickly relayed her instructions to them verbatim.

“Oh, are you going to spank us for being naughty without you?” Samantha laughed as she moved next to Jackie as I’d instructed.

“No bitch,” Sasha growled as she stuck the needle in her ass with more than a bit of rage. The older woman cried out as she was injected with about half of the blood Sasha had taken out of me. “I’m waking you the fuck up.”

“Ow!” she shouted, but then I could almost see the change in her face as if she were truly waking up from a bad dream.

“Hold still, Jackie,” I interrupted and placed one hand on the young girl’s back to prevent her from bolting since Sam had howled out in pain. She tensed up a bit as Sasha moved over to her, but at least she was gentler with the needle than she had been with her teacher. She jerked slightly as it sharply poked it into her own small bony rump, but a moment later the syringe was empty and pulled out and dropped onto the dresser. She looked pained, then confused at first, but didn’t really react much. Maybe she just didn’t understand the gravity of how badly I’d abused her..

“There,” Sasha said folding her arms, very satisfied with herself for what she’d done, looking down at the other two naked women. “Now tell me, how do you two feel.”

Samantha spoke up first, “Confused. What did you just shoot me up with?” She placed one hand on her temple, trying to dismiss the strange disorientation as her mind cleared off my sway. Sasha has been strapped down and gagged when she’d been injected, and never had been swayed by me in the first place, so this was really my first time seeing the effect of being cured as it happened.

“It’s his blood,” she explained with me being too ashamed and interested in their reactions to speak. I looked back at Jackie, who just blankly stared back, apparently just wondering what was going on. I tried giving her a weak smile, not knowing if I was actually making it worse for her after what I’d done. “If you ingest it or his stank you become his mind-controlled bimbo. But inject it into your blood and you become immune, like me.”

“Oh,” was all she said at first, trying to come to grips with the reality of it all. It was crazy, for sure, but having it all laid out, especially given what had happened last night, had to make the case that this was actually real. “So when Jackie… Last night…” she muttered putting it together when Jackie had dug her fingers into the cut on my arm and practically force fed my blood to her mouth.

Finally Sasha put her hand on Jackie’s other shoulder, making her jump at first, the young girl turned to look up at her, “Are you okay?”

Jackie just nodded, still a vacant look in her eyes that was hard to read exactly how she felt. “I guess we are getting dressed now?” she asked, and then Sasha grabbed her shirt from the pile of clothes on the floor and handed it to her. Out of respect I turned away while they both began to dress.

“So you’re both cured now,” Sasha sighed confidently. “So now how can we do that to everyone in town?”

“Are we?” Samantha then asked, confusing us all. “Cured I mean?”

“What are you talking about?” Sasha turned on her angrily.

“I…” Samantha started and stopped, thinking for another moment before continuing. “I still feel…”

“You still want to fuck him?” Sasha almost shouted at the older woman who just shyly nodded. “Fucking Christ!” she screamed at no one until she whirled on me. “What else did you do to me? I thought this was supposed to fucking cure them?”

“I think it did,” I said contemplating Samantha’s words and remembering something my mother said back when she first talked about my father. “After Mom became pregnant with me she was cured because of my blood inside her, but she still loved my father, even though he was totally evil. She said it wasn’t mind control exactly, more like she couldn’t believe she ever wanted to do those things with him, but she…”

“So they will always be your fuck-zombies?” she shouted at me, as if it was my fault. Well, more than I felt it was at least.

“I’m no fuck-zombie for him,” Samantha spoke up defiantly, then softened her tone as she looked back at me with a sly smile. “Though he was really good in the sack…”

“Well this is just fucking great,” Sasha grumbled and started to walk to the door.

I had to do something, and honestly I couldn’t think of any other way to prove one way or the other that Sam was in fact cured. “Sam, get on your knees and suck my cock right now, bitch!” I ordered angrily while pulling my limp dick free of my pants.

“Ummm…” she looked at me like I was crazy.

“You fucking pig!” Sasha whirled around on me, raising one fist as if to punch me.

“Look at her!” I angrily shouted back, pointing accusingly at Samantha.

Sasha was so surprised by my suddenly aggressive reaction that she did, but then a moment later she dropped her fist. We all looked at Samantha who just looked back at all of us, quite confused.

“What?” the half-naked older woman demanded.

“Don’t you want to suck his dick?” Sasha asked unsure of what was going on.

“Well…” Samantha looked concerned being put on the spot like this. “Not if he’s going to be a jerk about it… in front of everyone,” she excused her hesitant reaction.

“See. She is cured,” I explained tucking my cock back in my pants and buttoning them up. “She will still have residual urges and feelings, rationalizing her previous desire to please me, but she won’t outright obey orders mindlessly. The grip of my power is gone and only the memory of the happiness of it remains.”

“Happiness… pfft!” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s better than being a brainless bimbo,” she shrugged and walked out the door and headed back downstairs.

“I’m not brainless!” Sam scowled, but I ignored her and followed Sasha. All the way to the kitchen she didn’t speak to me, just started making herself some breakfast for herself, and I didn’t press her. A few moments later Samantha joined us, now properly dressed in a shirt and jeans.

“Jackie is taking a shower,” she informed us as she joined us.

“We have to cure everyone,” Sasha announced and both Samantha and I nodded in agreement. “Now how are we going to do it?” she asked and I honestly had no clue how we were going to do that.

We spoke, Sasha, Samantha, and I for nearly an hour, bantering around ideas from dart guns to fake nurses, all revolving around the idea of injecting doses of my blood into as many of the people as possible that my dad and I had infected when Jackie finally came downstairs to have some breakfast herself.

“Yeah, I’m quite hungry too,” Samantha agreed and then began cooking up some scrambled eggs and toast for us all while Sasha kept the brainstorming session going.

“The biggest target is your fucked up father,” she pondered. “Can he even be dosed?”

“No idea,” I sighed in frustration. That was one of the biggest challenges we’d likely face, as he had the same power as me, only decades more experience using it and a solid cadre of minions. And on top of that since he struck first, anyone who would know how to reach him would likely be under his control.

“At least he’s all the way in Arizona now so he can’t do much here,” Jackie muttered and we all looked at her in shock. “Oh, you didn’t know? I overheard as he left with your mom and sister, and figured you knew since you were there” she explained to me. I must have been unconscious at the time, since all that was news to me.

“So you know where in Arizona?” Sasha pressed, thankfully moving the conversation back to the important topic instead of the more disturbing one of my kidnapped family.

“Some kind of lab or something, somewhere,” Jackie almost whispered, obviously unsure and embarrassed at even having spoken at all. Everyone waited for more, for a moment, but Jackie apologized, “Sorry. That’s really all I know. He told me he wanted me to watch Russ and keep him locked up until he got back but…,” she held her breath, trembling. “But I… I couldn’t betray Russ like that.” I sighed with relief that she had stayed loyal, but what I couldn’t understand was how she had.

No one spoke for a moment, then Sam asked the big question. “So what now?”

No one answered.

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