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*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending.

— “So. I was wandering …” — said Lilly looking at her friend, who was laying on Lilly’s bed — “how could I thank you for the last couple of weeks.”

— “What happened in the last couple of weeks?”

— “Oh. You know. The usual.”

— “Exactly. I didn’t do anything.”

— “That’s the thing. Apart from an occasional face-rape, everything was normal.”

— “Face-rape? What the actual fuck, Lilly?”

— “How else you would call a girl being rushed into a public toilet stall, pushed on her knees, and her head being used to rub one off?”

— “That was only one time …”

— “Or sitting on a girl’s face while the girl is laying on a sofa in her own living room?”

— “That …”

— “Making a girl lick at your pussy lips for nearly half an hour, while relaxing after a back massage she gave you?”

— “You didn’t exactly massage only my back.”

— “OK. But apart from these isolated lesbian frenzy rapes …”

— “I would still not call them rapes. You were a willing participant.” — she said. — “And it’s not lesbian.”

— “Not lesbian?” — said Lilly in a mocking voice — “We watched Fucking Amal in the back of a cinema, with me licking your dripping pussy like half of the film. What is more lesbian then that?”

— “The film was hot.”

— “It was great. I would probably enjoy the plot even more if I would see the actual film, not the inside of your dress.”

— “But …”

— “Don’t worry. I loved it.” — said Lilly smiling — “I think it’s my new favorite film that I didn’t see.” — she said jokingly — “The last was the Alien. My parents didn’t allow me to see it until I was big.”

— “You ain’t very big.”

— “Yeah. I downloaded it on my computer and saw it hiding from my parents.” — she said

— “Was it worth it?”

— “I don’t know. I hid behind the sofa, and still pissed my bed the same night. I had nightmares for a week. And my parents didn’t know why.”

— “I think you kind of went off the tracks with this discussion.”

— “Ah. Yes. I was telling you, that apart from your lesbian lust outburst …”

— “Lilly!” — said Amy in pretended outrage.

— “Apart from your episodes of hot red gayness … everything was normal.”

— “And you want to thank me for that?”

— “Yes. You don’t even know how grateful I am, that this thing didn’t affect our friendship.”

— “Oh. It affected it a lot. I never had someone to masturbate me on demand.”

— “Yes. I know. But you are still you. And you enjoy talking to me, and hanging out with me. Etc.”

— “Why would I not? You are still my best friend. Nothing changed there.” — said Amy — “You could stop eating me out tomorrow, and I would still be your friend.”

— “But tomorrow. Today you would use my mouth to make up for the coming month.”

— “That’s true. I would sit of your face until exactly midnight. I think your jaw would be aching for the next month as much as my pussy would ache for a good lick.”

They both laughed.

— “So. The thing is, I wanted to thank you, so I bought you a present.” — said Lilly pulling a box from a drawer.

— “Lilly. That is not fair. I don’t buy you presents out of the blue.”

— “Let’s say the present is for me also.”

Amy undid the ribbon and opened the box.

— “It’s a dildo?”

— “It’s a strap-on dildo.”

— “What the fuck, Lilly?” — said Amy looking at it with a bit of fright — “I said I’m not a dyke. I don’t want to loose my virginity to … this” — she said showing the dildo to Lilly.

— “No, silly. You will be wearing it.” — said Lilly taking the thing from her.

— “Lilly. I love this thing we’ve got, but … but this is kind of weird.”

— “I think you will like it.” — said Lilly wrapping the harness around Amy — “If not, you can use it on your future husband if he’ll cheat on you.”

— “My husband won’t cheat on me.”

— “That’s true. He would perfectly know that if he would, I would cut his balls off, and feed them to him.” — said Lilly.

— “Something in your voice makes it very believable.”

— “I know a guy, who knows a guy. You know. I’m a slave to some serial rapists, I know a thing or two about torture.”

— “That’s a disturbing image.”

— “The only thing you should be thinking about now …” — said Lilly, when the strap-on was firmly secured to Amy crotch over her trousers — “Is me, being used …” — she said in an erotic voice — “repeatedly …” — she paused with each phrase — “up my ass … up my cunt … and in my mouth.”

With that Lilly took the dildo in her mouth, and started to bob her head on it. She made it glister with her saliva, and she made a lot of slurping sounds. While doing that, she massaged Amy’s legs, ass and torso.

Amy didn’t know why, but the sight of Lilly pleasuring the dildo, turned her on. She felt like the thing was an extension of her crotch. She felt the movement of the base of it, rubbing on her. Finally she felt the urge, to fuck it into Lilly’s eager mouth.

Lilly knew it, that why she was only taking the part of it into her mouth, frequently licking it, and teasing. She was waiting for Amy to take control.

She didn’t have to wait too long. Soon Amy’s hand landed on her head, and directed her, and after only several minutes, the second hand also grabbed her head. Amy closed her eyes, and started to fuck Lilly’s scull, not even realizing the dildo was hitting the girl’s throat.

When she opened her eyes, and looked at Lilly, she saw that she really fucked her hard, and Lilly’s face was flustered. Her mouth was stretched, and spit was drooling from her chin. This didn’t make Amy want to stop. She wanted more. As she looked into Lilly’s eyes, Lilly slightly nodded. Lilly was tired, and her jaw ached, but still knew well what her friend wanted.

Amy was too into the moment, to second guess Lilly’s compliance. She grabbed her head, and looking into Lilly’s eyes, pushed her fake dick into the girl’s throat. Lilly was well trained and didn’t gag, but her air supply was cut off, and she gasped for air the moment Amy withdrew. The control she had over Lilly was turning Amy on, like nothing else. She started to fuck her throat, making the strokes deep and slow. Making the girl fight for air.

Not like a man, who would eventually cum, Amy was relentless. Lilly was thinking it would never stop. But suddenly Amy pulled Lilly’s head off the dildo, and slapped her across the face.

— “You want me to fuck you, slut? Don’t you?”

— “Yes, Ma’am.” — said Lilly — “Please use my worthless holes.”

— “You would love for me to fuck your cock hungry cunt?”

— “Yes, Ma’am. I’m a cock hungry whore. I love to have a dick in my cunt.” — she said — “But you can fuck my ass, or my mouth, if it pleases you, Miss.”

— “I think I’ll try out your dripping cunt first.” — said Amy, pushing Lilly onto the bed.

Lilly laid on her back, spreading her legs, and lifting her skirt.

— “Say please.” — said Amy positioning herself between Lilly’s legs.

— “Please, Mistress. My queen. My goddess. Please fuck my worthless cunt with your magnificent cock. Please use me as the slut I am.” — said Lilly, really crying from anticipation.

Amy grabbed Lilly’s panties, and ripped them off with a single pull, making Lilly gasp. Then she laid herself on the girl, and placed the tip of the dildo at Lilly’s entrance.

She kissed Lilly, full on the lips, and pushed the dildo in. She then lifted herself a bit, and started to fuck Lilly in a rhythm. Soon both girls started to pant, and moan. Finally Amy started to pound Lilly’s pussy hard, and rub off on the base of the dildo, when it was deeply embedded in Lilly’s vagina. It wasn’t long before both girls came hard, and fell down on the bed.

— “After some consideration …” — whispered Amy into Lilly’s ear — “I like my present”.

— “I’m happy to hear that.” — whispered Lilly.

— “Did you invite your friends to see this?” — whispered Amy, not looking into the cameras

— “They are my masters. And, yes. I did.” — answered Lilly — “But I didn’t know it would work out so well.”

— “It wasn’t bad, I agree.”

— “It was incredible.” — whispered Lilly — “I know that I’m not gay, but I’m gay for you. I’m Amy-sexual.”

— “So that means you’ll lick my pussy now?”

— “Of course. Do you even have to ask?” — said Lilly smiling.

— “I think I rubbed it a bit two hard on these jeans.”

— “Let me see” — said Lilly making Amy lay down, and pulling down her trousers and panties. — “Yeah. You are right. Your pussy lips are rubbed raw.” — she said examining them in a professional manner — “They are completely red. I can recommend only one thing.”

— “And what would that be?”

— “I think only the application of the saliva of a total slut slave, can cure it. Like, a lot of it.” — she said smiling.

— “So …” — said Amy, grabbing the back of Lilly’s neck — “Start applying.”

Amy pushed Lilly’s face into her crotch, and Lilly eagerly started to lick Amy’s irritated skin. Lilly’s tongue treatment soothed it, and Amy laid down in bliss.

— “You know I will still make you clean the dildo, afterwards.” — said Amy enjoying the treatment.

— “There is no hurry.” — said Lilly in between licks — “I will have time to clean it.”

After some time of relaxing, Amy made good on her promise, and ordered Lilly to lick the dildo clean.

— “I think I overdid it with the slap on the face” — said Amy in a humbled voice, while Lilly was still bobbing her head on the dildo. — “I can still see a bit of red on your cheek.”

— “No. It was perfect.” — said Lilly — “And the way you ripped off my panties. That was awesome.” — she said in awe — “That was impressive. And hot as hell.”

— “I will buy you a new pair.”

— “Nah. I just have to learn to take my panties of before I tease you too much.” — said Lilly smiling — “I was asking for it.”

— “You were literally asking for it.”

— “I was begging.” — said Lilly in an erotic voice — “I was begging like a common slut.”

They both laughed.

Amy held the strap-on in her hand and stroked it along the shaft.

— “You are my slave, aren’t you?” — she said deep in her thoughts.

— “No. I’m a slave to my masters. But I will do whatever you order me to.”

— “OK, then.” — she said — “You will carry this thing, at all times. So I can use it on you whenever I like.”

— “You mean, to school?”

— “Yes. You will always have it in your backpack, or purse, or something.”

— “Yes, Ma’am.”

— “Of course, when it makes sense. I don’t want you getting into trouble because of that.” — said Amy, switching back to reality.

— “Don’t worry. I will fulfill your orders. And if you catch me failing, you’ll just punish me severely.”

— “I would never hurt you.”

— “Amy. Let’s be honest.” — Lilly smiled — “If I would hand you your riding crop, and stick out my bare ass, you would whip it raw. I would not sit on it for weeks.”

— “That is probably true.”

The girls gathered their things, and started to play a card game Lilly bought.

After two games, Amy said it was time for her to go. Then went downstairs, and said their goodbye’s. Before she left she turned again to Lilly.

— “Lilly. I wanted to ask you something.” — whispered Amy — “Off camera.”

— “What is it?”

— “You know …” — Amy said a bit hesitant — “The next time I will use the strap-on on you …” — she said — “I will fuck your ass. Doggy style. Hard and fast. And I will make you clean it afterwards. Like lick it clean, while still attached to my crotch.” — she paused — “So I wanted to give you an opportunity to say no. Without your masters watching.”

— “I wouldn’t say no to that in a million years. I even look forward to that, Amy.” — said Lilly — “And clearly you do also.” — She kissed Amy on the lips — “Nothing. Not one thing between us, is because of my masters.” — she said wanting Amy to understand — “It’s not some performance. I am not forced to do anything. They watch, but this … this is genuine.”

Amy didn’t say anything, but Lilly’s words meant a lot to her. She opened the door.

— “I will even beg for you to fuck my ass harder.”

— “I was planning to gag you.” — said Amy while leaving.

— “Kinky.” — said Lilly smiling — “See you.”

— “See you. And thank you. It was the best gift I got.”

— “It won’t be the last one” — said Lilly closing the door.

— “I love you” — Amy whispered, just as the doors closed.

— “I love you” — whispered Lilly on the other side.

Both of them too shy to say it out loud.

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Big brother CUMS home, a big happy orgy follows the next day

        Dylan was on his way home from his first year at college. He had gotten in early, at seventeen. He hadn’t seen his family in a while, and was excited. His mother had sent him a few shocking texts, explaining a VERY new situation at their house. He was extremely excited about this. He couldn’t count how many times he had relieved himself thinking about his sexy mother, or his cute little sisters, jacking off into the pairs of panties he had stolen from them before he left. He arrived home, and greeted his nude mother and sisters, followed by his father. This would take a little getting used to, but no worries.

        He stripped down as well, what the hell, certainly couldn’t hurt. They enjoyed a meal together, and his mother and father went to their room to enjoy each other. He decided to see what his sisters were up to. He opened the door to Baileys room to find them lying on the bed nude talking and kissing every once and a while. Holy hell things couldn’t be better.

        The sisters had refrained from sex the past couple days to be sure they were ready for their big brother. Especially Jade. Many a time she had looked at him with longing as more than a brother and finally she had him. He lied down in between them, and got things warmed up with a soft kiss to Bailey, his beautifully developed sister, and a longer passionate one from Jade, his little guilty pleasure. But there was no guilt anymore.

        When things got more heated, Bailey got on her knees and stroked her brother’s erect almost 6 inch cock, while Jade straddled him backwards giving him perfect access to her ass. Jade leaned over to kiss Bailey, exposing her kitty, and Dylan took this opportunity to lap at her slit. Bailey switched with her sister, and Jade sucked him off while Bailey received a finger fucking from her brother. Jade decided it was time, and layed on top of him, kissing him as she lowered herself onto him. Bailey held his balls tight and licked them when she could. Jade whimpered as the orgasm from two days holding back let loose, juice trickling from her. Bailey happily lapped it, and kissed her brother. The two passed spit and cum between their mouths. God Jade tasted sweet. Jade backed off to let Bailey have her turn.

        “You’re doing the work this time” she crooned as she lied down. Dylan got on top, and needed no encouragement as he pushed into his sister. He rubbed her nipples raw as he worked her, licking her collar all the while. He stood up and pushed his cock into her mouth and shot hot jizz down her throat. The warm feeling caused her to cum, and Jade happily assisted that area, lapping like an excited little puppy while Dylan finished, and joined her. Both sisters tasted amazing. He lied back down, and the two lied on either side of him, resting. Their breath smelled strong of many different flavors, and he loved them all. This was the beginning of a whole new relationship with his sisters, who loved him like no girl ever had.

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The next day
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        The whole family has been having the time of their lives. It’s Saturday, and mom and dad go out for a night on the town. Dylan’s girlfriend Sage shows up, and just like everyone else is shocked to see everyone nude. Dylan explains, and she has nothing against it. In fact, she finds it hot and understands his love for his sisters.

        They chill for a while while they wait for Alex, whom Jade invited as well. She strips nude to join the rest of them. She is quite cute, 16 years old, medium sized B cups with pert little nipples, and a soft round ass, mouthwatering to say the least. Alex is Jade’s 14 year old friend from school and has absolutely no experience, which should be interesting.

        He shows up, and Jade giggles as he stands speechless at the doorstep, staring at her valentine’s day heart of a behind. She gets him comfortable, and he eventually gives in and strips down.

        Everybody is jittery with excitement and they head to mom’s room, because it’s the largest. Sage and Dylan kiss, hot with love, and Jade gets Alex excited with a blowjob. While she works him, Bailey joins Dylan and Sage. Sage has never tried women before, and could hardly contain her excitement. Bailey starts by kissing and carressing her breast. She returns the favor. They stay like this for a while until Sage gets the hang of it. Bailey and Jade switch, Jade’s already finished Alex, smiling cutely with a face covered in cum. Bailey gets him going again by caressing his balls. Jade takes no time at all to slide a finger into Dylan’s already wet girlfriend. Sage grabs ahold of Jade’s ass and grips. She loves how different a women is with her, much better at pleasing for sure.

        Sage is one of the more kinky girls, and is ready for something new. Jade gives a devilish smile, and applies mom’s strap on. Meanwhile, Alex has Bailey pinned to the bed riding her like a cowboy at a rodeo Bailey bucking her hips like a bull. Sage lies back legs wide open. Dylan slides his cock in first, and Jade follows stretching sage. She moans and whimpers from the pain of both the real and fake cocks, but loves every bit of it. Jade sucks on Dylan’s finger as they pump into sage, until she cums onto the both of them. Jade laps her up and gives her a sloppy kiss, Sage clearly enjoys her own taste. Dylan leaves them be. He moves over to the other wild couple and joins in. Bailey gets on her knees and offers her ass to him. He slides his raging cock still wet from his girlfriend, into her, while Alex takes her from the mouth.

        Beautiful Bailey bobs her head as Dylan digs his nails into her ass and pumps until he releases into her at the same time Alex fills her throat. She swallows, a natural slut. As everyone settles down, for a finale Bailey sits on Sage’s face and she laps Dylan’s cum dripping from her. Everyone enjoys this sight. Alex cleans up and leaves with a permanent smile on his face. Sage spends the night, and she and Bailey leave to her room, and Jade and Dylan go to the shower to clean up. Not a soul in the house disappointed.

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The Tookees control massive amounts of power, but they don’t know how it works. They know only that certain special women, captured with their ships in deep space, can be used as triggers to control the power. The spark needed to ignite the power comes during sexual climax. But something goes wrong when the Tookees capture The Marauder. Mousey and her seven fellow captives don’t trigger the power the Tookees need. So they try again, and again, and again.

I met my new lady, Angela at singles cocktail party. A most attractive and articulate woman.

I am Simon, a well-presented forty-year old divorced male in professional employment. Angela, I learnt is a year younger than me and also in professional employment.

Dinner the next night with lots of questions which became more pointed as we flirted with each other.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Do you like oral sex?”

“Do you shave or wax?”

“How big are you?”

“Are you bi?”

“Would you like to be?”

“I am,” Angela told me with a big smile and I thought little of it.

A lunch date the next day, then back to her condo. We were both naked one minute after we walked through the door. Wonderful sex as we fucked like rabbits. I was impressed with her gorgeous, fuckable body, wonderful thighs and a magnificent ass. She with my thick, nine-inch erection.

Oral sex for Angela on our third date. A blow job for me on our fourth date.

Over the next weeks we fine-tuned our sex. Countless positions, licking, sucking, teasing, edging, mutual masturbation, lots of talking before and during love making and fucking.

After six weeks Angela told me she had invited one of her girlfriends to visit for a week, commencing on the Sunday afternoon. “Nancy and I were lovers at one stage. I told her all about you and how well hung you are. She wants to have lesbian sex with me while you watch, naked, so she can see if really are well hung. Are you fine with that Simon?”

“Of course honey,” was all I could mutter excited at the thought of watching my lady having lesbian sex. And the chance to flaunt my thick, nine-inch erection for a new woman was most appealing.

Nancy is a most attractive lipstick lesbian I muse as I greet her at the door, wearing just a tight pair of low cut jeans, and explain Angela is still getting ready.

“She has told me lots about you,” Nancy smiles as she kisses me lightly and runs her hands over my bare chest.

“Love your outfit,” I tell her as I look her over. Heels, tight leather slacks and matching top with most of the buttons undone to display her modest cleavage.

“We can talk later Nancy, fuck me with your tongue while Simon watches, turn us both on,” Angela smiled as soon as she appeared.

“Did you like watching that Simon? Next time you can watch Angela pleasuring me with her tongue. And perhaps I could suck your large cock at the same time?,” Nancy teases as I masturbate with two naked women watching.

And the next day she did suck my cock while I watched my lady Angela fuck her with her tongue.

Then, the next day my lady Angela sucked my cock while I watched Nancy fuck her with her tongue.

The following day Nancy told us she wanted to watch me fuck Angela and participate. And we did with Angela flat on her back on a high bed, with her legs over my shoulders while I stood as I fucked her while Nancy kissed and licked her lips and nipples.

“Did Angela tell you she used to spank me Simon? And I used to spank her?,” Nancy asked one day with a paddle in her hand. “It can be wonderful foreplay.”

Angela has a sparkle in her eye I have never seen previously as Nancy lays naked on the bed with a pillow under her so her ass is raised. I have never watched a spanking and the tension as the two women prepare is a buzz for me. Nancy has her hands clasped as Angela lands the first blow squarely on her clenched ass cheeks.

After the fifth blow Nancy is muttering, “That is so good. Now you Simon, don’t hold back, give me five. Then we can spank Angela.

“Did you enjoy spanking me Angela? Would you like a spanking?,” Nancy teases.

“You know I would,” Angela smiles as she lays on the pillow with her naked ass on display.

“Five from me, then five from you,” Nancy smiles as she lands the first blow.

“Would you like us to spank you Simon?,” Nancy asks as I watch her spanking her friend’s and my lady’s naked ass.

“Would you Simon?,” she asks again as I take my turn to spank my lady.

“Yes please,” I respond as I undress, aroused the thought of a spanking. I have almost a full erection as I lay on the warm pillow.

“Do you like that?,” Angela asks as she lands the first blow.

“Perhaps harder,” she asks as she lands the fifth blow.

“Yes,” I moan as I watch her hand the paddle to Nancy.

“Stand with your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” Angela whispers. “Nancy and I have a new experience for you.

The anticipation of the next stroke of the paddle on my naked ass while Angela has a hand wrapped around my very erect cock as she tongue kisses me is a new and exciting level of sexual pleasure for me.

Exquisite sexual pleasure with Angela tongue kissing me as she slides her lightly clenched hand along my rock hard erection as Nancy lands the first blow.

Nancy is building the tension by taking at least ten seconds between each blow as Angela keeps on tongue kissing me as she teases and edges me while sliding her lightly clenched hand along my erection.

Incredible sexual tension for me each time as I wait for the next stroke.

“That’s twenty, do you want me to keep going?,” Nancy asks.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I moan as I am on the edge of a whole new sexual experience, the pain balanced by the pleasure. I am almost desperate to orgasm in this situation.

“Twenty-one, your cock is throbbing,” Nancy whispers.

“Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Your body is shaking. One more?”, Nancy whispers as Angela continues tongue kissing me. Her hand is tightly clenched now as she slides it over just the tip of my cock. I am close, so close.

“Yes, one more,” I groan as I have a mind blowing orgasm with two naked women watching.

A month later Angela told me she has invited Angela around again. “She wants to bring a man with her this time. A fifteen-year younger toy boy, Terry. Are you fine with that?”

“Yes I am baby,” I respond as the penny drops. For the last month Angela has asked me a number of times, “Has another man ever sucked your cock? Or given you a blow job? Would you like me to watch a pretty toy boy suck your cock and bring you to orgasm? Perhaps it would be even better with Nancy and I watching after she has fucked me with her tongue?”

I am the center of attention, after Nancy and Terry arrive as I walk in wearing just a black, skimpy jock strap. “Your ass looks fabulous in that,” Angela told me as she watched me put it on, then rubbed a hand over my ass.

Terry had little into interest in the two women while I watched Nancy bring Angela to a long slow, then noisy orgasm with her tongue. I was naked apart from my jock strap while laying back on the sofa enjoying the two naked women pleasuring each other as Terry licked and sucked my nipples. “Are you straight or gay?,” he asks as my cock semi-erect responds to the pleasure he is giving my nipples.

“Straight.”

“Even better, an extra challenge for me,” he smirks as he releases my cock from my jock strap. “Nancy told me you were hung and you are.

“Do you like having your balls sucked?,” he asks as he watches me slide on a cock ring and fasten it under my balls.

Without waiting for an answer he is expertly sucking both of them in turn with a hand around my shaft.

I am fully erect now and have my hands behind my head as he commences licking and kissing my thick, nine-inch erection.

Angela is tongue kissing me as Nancy licks and sucks my nipples.

I had long thought a blow job from an experienced male would be better than one from a woman. A male would understand the nuances and pleasure spots that makes a blow job exciting?

And I was correct. For almost thirty minutes Terry had me in his thrall. Lick, kiss suck, tease, edge and flattery an extra turn on. “Your rock hard cock is magnificent, nine-inches and thick. And you are a straight man, I want to show you what you have been missing.

“Does that hurt?,” Terry manages to whisper as he scratches my balls.

“Yes, do it harder.”

Angela and Nancy are watching intently as Terry is working on my erection with a finger and thumb of each hand.

Then the most incredible, mind blowing orgasm. My whole body is shaking as three people watch me blow.

After that experience Angela asked me a number of times if I had ever sucked another man’s cock. “You were very comfortable having a toy boy suck your cock, have you ever reciprocated?”

“No, but if I was really horny I could suck a really pretty, hung tranny.”

The next Wednesday after we fucked long and hard Angela told me I was on a sex diet until Sunday. “You know why don’t you? I want you horny, really horny. Nancy has a really pretty, hung tranny for you. And she wants to watch with me.”

“This is Venus,” Nancy smiles a little after three on Sunday as she walks in holding her hand.

Venus is an absolute stunner, perhaps twenty-five, creamy white skin and beautifully groomed and dressed. Heels, tight above the knee black skirt and matching silk blouse with enough buttons undone to display some exciting cleavage.

One of my long held fantasies is about to happen and I hardly know where to begin.

“Nancy told me she wants to watch you give me a blow job And your lady wants to watch as well. I love an audience, Let’s commence with some foreplay,” Venus whispers full of confidence with her hands all over my bare chest as I open her blouse and lick, then suck her nipples.

I stand behind her and kiss her neck before I lift her skirt to look at her ass, highlighted by a skimpy thong. Magnificent, just as I hoped. I have a full erection as I lick and kiss her ass cheeks.

Venus still has her blouse over her shoulders as I release the zipper on her skirt and slide it down to her ankles, then her thong. An attractive tranny, or is it a woman or man in heels with tits and an erection is wonderful eye candy for me.

“Your naked body has given me a huge hard on,” I whisper truthfully as I take in her very attractive naked body.

Venus is sitting on the sofa, her legs are wide apart as I ogle her cock. “Seven inches but not as big as you. My tits are better than yours though,” she teases as I kneel and lick my way up her inner thighs. Then for the first time I have my hand on her very erect cock as I lick her balls.

Huge sexual tension with two women watching as I lick and kiss her erection. Then I purse my lips and as women have done to me many times, and commence sucking his cock with my hands on his balls.

I am not sure what I should be doing to pleasure a tranny, so I rely on the way I enjoy receiving a blow job.

I hold the shaft of her cock with one hand and use the very tip of my tongue to lightly lick the head. I am making slow circles or light taps around the circumference of her cock. Then stroke her frenulum, something Angela does to me, the extra-sensitive area on the bottom side of the head of her cock.

I am holding her cock an inch below the head while I wrap my lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva, I am gently sucking and licking the head of her rock hard erection.

“Wow,” I can hear Angela and Nancy mutter as I slide more and more of her erect cock between my tightly pursed lips.

I want to tease and edge Venus, as well as myself and the two women. I let her erection slip from my lips as I make eye contact with Venus.

Then, using plenty of saliva, I gently suck and lick the head of her cock some more, as I use my fingers to stroke her balls and move her sack around in my hands.

I want to pleasure Venus for at least twenty minutes. To edge Venus I take a break and stroke her erection with my hands while kissing, licking and nibbling at her legs.

By now I am full of confidence and very relaxed in my ability to bring Venus to orgasm.

Again I am holding her cock an inch below the head while I wrap my lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva, I am gently sucking and licking the head of her rock hard erection.

After around twenty-minutes, Venus is taking shallow, quick breaths as Angela and Nancy watch on. Her muscles are tense, very tense, her thighs are quivering. I can feel her erection throbbing between my lips.

“Swallow,” she whispers and I do.

Then Angela and Nancy gave me a hand job that had a whole new vibe after my experience with Venus as she watched on.

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The day ends with a bang

On the brink of death, nothing could be further from the mind of Joel McCabe. He had three women – and not just any three women, but the sexy wife AND gorgeous young daughters of arch nemesis Mickey Standish – under his complete control. Each in various states of undress, they were Joel’s toys to do with as he pleased over the cumming two hours.

Fifteen-year-old Barbie clone Tiffany Standish was clasped tight on his lap, back to his chest, the kitchen knife threatening to sever an artery should any of the women step out of line. The white tank top discarded, Joel amused himself by playing with a pair of peach sized breasts that felt like two stress balls. And oh was he ever about to relieve some stress. The pleated blue skirt remained in place, from time to time riding up Tiffany’s thigh when Joel’s hands squeezed those sweet breasts, causing her back to arch. Joel’s armoury was complemented by sister Charlotte’s thick buckled leather belt, cracked every so often for effect like a manic ringmaster.

Now, just imagine the scene that greeted Joel: below on the carpet, stepmother Jackie, a former model in her late thirties, and nineteen-year-old Charlotte, were about to provide a private floorshow – though not perhaps before a little more coercian. At least, that’s what Joel hoped. After all, unquestioning compliance to his twisted whim was no fun, no fun at all.

Joel licked his lips at the sight of Charlotte spread butt naked in profile, resting on hands and knees, cascading highlighted locks dangling like a veil. Stepmother Jackie knelt behind, eyes darting from Tiffany’s captive body to Charlotte’s plump pussy lips and puckered arse. The instruction from their tormentor: “I want to see you eat her pussy, Jackie,” hung threateniingly in the air like a spray of mace.

Jackie grimaced, the indignity weighing heavy. It was a battle of wills and she was on the wrong end. Alone she might take her chances, but couldn’t risk the teenagers’ lives. Joel’s grip tightened triumphantly on Tiffany, the blade glinting. “You’d like to see Jackie lick your sister’s cunt, wouldn’t you, Tiffany?” he whispered in her ear.

Tiffany wriggled around in his lap. “Let us go, you sick bastard.”

Joel merely grinned and fondled her tits a hit more. “Okay Jackie, go to work,” he prompted.

With – surprise surprise – Jackie foolishly playing dumb, Joel was forced to act the bad guy once more. Reaching over, he cracked the buckle end of the belt on Charlotte’s inner thigh, a real evil snap that immediately flared the tender skin. Charlotte yelped, tears welling, and almost immediately Jackie begged clemency, her soothing lips moving quickly to cover the welt. She nuzzled and licked at the graze, at the same time parting the younger girls arse cheeks to provide a panoramic view of Charlotte’s puffy labia for Joel and Tiffany. “Mmmmmmm,” slavered Joel.

Tiffany tried to turn away but the blade held fast, forcing her to spectate. Like a small child, Tiffany closed her eyes in defiance. Joel whispered that he’d slice off her eyelids if she tried that again, a threat that had the desired effect as, down below, Jackie worked her talented mouth up Charlotte’s shapely thigh, stopping a whisker from the younger girl’s pussy to draw a breath. Glancing aside, she saw Joel play idly with her other stepdaughter’s gorgeous young breasts, the other hand holding the keen blade to the girl’s throat.

When Joel gestured her to get on with it, Jackie knew she had little option other than to do it – for all their sakes. Hands on the tops of Charlotte’s thighs, easing apart the slick lips, in went her face. As the older woman’s tongue touched the inner flesh of her pussy, Charlotte battled to stifle a groan.

For no other reason than he wanted to, Joel lashed out with the belt, catching Jackie on her panty-clad arse. She sucked in air and screwed up her pretty face as Joel bellowed: “What are your knickers still doing on?”

“You never told me…”

THWACK. “But…” THWACCCCKKKK.

Jackie whimpered, the first visible sign that she was being slowly broken. Drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes brought a nod of approval from their tormentor. Nonetheless he issued three rapid swipes of the belt to her bare arse as a warning, and because he could. Squealing, Jackie shuffled over with haste to press her face back hard into Charlotte’s warm snatch. The joyous sound of tongue flicking at moistening cunt filled the room. As Jackie’s eager tongue found her stepdaughter’s clit, each urgent flick seemed to send ripples of betrayal through Charlotte’s inexperienced body.

As Joel shifted in the armchair, he raked at his fly, gaining some relief for the stifled bulge beneath. The tip, doused in precum, had worked free of his boxer shorts, the shaft was so damned hard it hurt. Tiffany swallowed hard, deducing what was happening behind her. “Don’t they look just awesome together,” he teased, stroking Tiffany’s long blonde hair.

“You’re sick.”

With his spare hand, Joel reached for the hem of her skirt. Tiffany gasped, tiny hand lowering to meet his, trying to push it away. The constriction of the ever present blade persuaded the frightened teen to rest them passively at her sides, allowing Joel to fumble with the skirt and draw it slowly up her shapely young thighs. The girl’s breathing sped with each notch and higher, more intimate caress of tender thigh as Joel savoured the moment.

Things were getting just as hot on the floor below, the initial reluctance replaced by the heat of lust. As Jackie probed every moist pink fold of ger stepdaughter’s pussy, an unmistakeable groan of pleasure escaped Charlotte’s lips. As the older but nonetheless equisitely sexy older woman came up for air, her lips glistened with Charlotte’s juices. At the same time, Charlotte’s pussy dripped with saliva.

Gesturing Jackie back into place, Joel continued tugging until Tiffany’s skirt was drawn into a concertina at her middle, both thighs exposed. He reached over to place a clammy palm over the front of Tiffany’s panties, the warmth radiating back through his hand. Slowly he worked a thick probing thumb back and forth over the damp area where a pair of slick pussy lips met the crotch. “Oh God no, please, no…” she moaned desperately.

Joel continued rubbing his thumb back and forth, matching the motion of Jackie’s tongue in Charlotte’s cunt. Yet he wanted more depravity before he was done. “Now, kiss her arse,” he directed, “and get that tongue right inside, you filthy bitch.”

Jackie issued a sneer but, having come to realise that resistance was futile, trailed her tongue the length of Charlotte’s perineum. Curling it, she prodded at the quivering brown ring. Oh God, yesssssss,” bellowed Joel, continuing to rub Tiffany’s covered snatched as they watched.

Manoeuvring deftly, Joel spread Tiffany wide over his knees, his insistent thumb pressing the material right up and inside her wet snatch. Tiffany’s front teeth buried in her bottom lip, treacherous body going into uncontrollable spasms, light sensual moans encouraging Joel to rub more purposegully. “You two, change places,” he ordered. “Charlotte, it’s time to enjoy your first taste of pussy.”

Charlotte blushed, having evidently hoped she’d be spared the indignity. But Joel was insistent, a single jerk of the knife capable of slitting her sister’s throat. Jackie issued a consolatory look before easing on to her back, knees elevated. Inviting Charlotte in closer, a little stroke of the arm assuring her stepdaughter that everything would be okay. With a sigh of resignation, Charlotte crawled between the older woman’s legs. Jackie moaned in mock appreciation, but Joel wasn’t fooled by the charade, disappointed that they took him for a fool. Elevating a knee, he lowered the sole of his boot on Charlotte’s head, forcing her face deep down into Jackie’s crotch. “Alright, alright,” protested the young woman, the words muffled in cunt.

As Joel retracted, Charlotte began to lick at the gently petalling lips and this time Jackie’s moans carried an air of authenticity. Oh, if only Mickey could witness this. Frankly, he could do to Joel whatever he wished for Joel was having the last laugh. If word got out, his sheer audacity would be the stuff of legend. He’d be lauded for years to come as the guy that had taken on the great man, his wife AND both daughters.

Lowering the knife, the blade caressed Tiffany’s hip, eliciting a whimper. Joel sliced the waistband of her panties on both sides, the unsupported triangle of damp cotton in the middle sliding off to reveal a pretty snatch, bordered by a light brush of straw coloured hair. Joel’s thumb entered with a squelch, accompanied by a loud exhalation from Tiffany’s lips. As Joel rotated, a low moan filled the room, causing the other two women to look up.

Joel ordered them back into position, Charlotte working her tongue ever more urgently. The older woman reached to pinch a pair of sensitive swollen nipples that protruded from a pair of oversized, gravity-defying breasts. Unprompted, Jackie took Charlotte by the hair and up to her face. Exchanging hot deep French kisses and tasting her own arousal, it was as if she hoped Joel might shoot his load prematurely and turn his attention away from her virgin stepdaughter.

No chance. Joel was intent on claiming his prize. Placing his thumb against Tiffany’s hymen, he explored the snug tunnel with an index finger, encircling her clit. Tiffany cried out, breasts quivering with each heightened touch, body limp. Totally at his whim, Joel felt confident enough to place the knife on the arm of the chair without recourse, thus freeing up both hands to double the pleasure. Placing the palms beneath her elbows, her slight frame lifted easily. As Tiffany’s arse rode up his chest, a rock hard pole jerked below, intent on impaling her virgin vagina. The bulbous tip teased the girl’s slit as it hovered precariously close, bringing whimpered pleas. Adjusting, Joel slotted the head in place before letting gravity take its course, her body sliding down in slow motion. “You want this cock inside you, don’t you Tiffany?”

Tiffany shook her head in denial as the fat knob buried itself in the tightest damned cunt Joel had ever had the pleasure to encounter. Each notch elicited a cry from the teen virgin. A third of the stiff pole enveloped in sweet young pussy, further penetration was prevented by the barrier of her maidenhead. Desperate to fuck the young pricktease, Joel heaved an almighty thrust from the buttocks. After a moment’s shocked silence, Tiffany screamed as her hymen took the brunt, the rampaging fiery head tearing through the fleshy barrier.

Needing leverage, Joel reached for the girl’s firm young breasts, cupping and kneading, before compressing each nipple. Her young body rocked, riding his rockhard shaft as the pulsing shaft worked repeatedly over her swollen clit. “No…no…oh God no…no…no…nooooooo.”

“Yes!” hollered Joel, cock dipping and rising, thrusting with lust and fury.

Hard work at first, only Joel’s surpreme stiffness – the hardest he’d ever been – kept the momentum going. After two minutes of dedicated fucking, suddenly a switch in Tiffany’s brain seemed to flick. “God yes,” she moaned, taking a grip of the armchair. “Fuck me Joel, fuck me hard…yesssssss.”

The words prompted Joel to rammed in even harder, bashing her cervix over and over, to the accompaniment of lustful pleas from the not-so-sweet young girl. “Harder Joel, harder…oh God yes…make me your dirty little slut.”

The barrage pushed Joel to the verge of orgasm, his cock disappearing repeatedly between the girl’s legs as he fucked from behind like a stallion. At the same time, Tiffany bounced on the stiff shaft, more filth slipping from her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkk…”

Hearing Tiffany become so animated forced Jackie to raise her head, watching intently, as Charlotte continued to eat her pussy. So rough was the copulation that Joel’s cock, glazed in Tiffany’s juices and streaked in a raspberry ripple effect, slipped out and rebounded off Tiffany’s belly. It waved in the air like a barber’s pole. Joel gestured Jackie in closer. “Lick it clean, bitch,” he ordered.

Pulling herself away from Charlote’s oral ministrations, Jackie shuffled over on her knees. Tiffany glanced down, eyes as wide as ping pong balls as, beginning at the base, her stepmother’s soft tongue lapped at the fluids clinging to Joel’s shaft. Rising gradually Jackie vacuumed up the film of dew. Joel grunted in appreciation. Reaching the mushroom head, Jackie hesitated, eyes fixed on Joel’s.

A hand reached out to grab the brunette’s hair, lifting and banging down her mouth, the tip plugging her throat. As Jackie spluttered and gagged, Joel held fast until his cock was as clean as a choirboy’s smock. Charlotte, in a trance, elevated from her stepmother’s pussy to watch. The spell was quickly broken as Joel gestured her closer. “Kiss her…nice and slow…tongues.”

Jackie caressed her elder stepdaughter’s cheek reassuringly, before tilting her head. Their faces met, both pairs of lips parting as tongues lashed together. The thought of Charlotte tasting her sister’s juices on Jackie’s mouth sent Joel wild with desire, his cock plunging back and deep into the tight cunt before him. He pumped like a piston, hands clamped at her waist. “Oh God, Joel, use me like the whore I am,” squealed Tiffany.

Her tight young cunt and vocal filth pushed Joel to the point from which he was unable to hold back any longer. As he arched his back and thrust hard from the buttocks to deliver one final deep slam, a wave of cum jetted into the soft pink tunnel and flooded her womb, the orgasm like a volley of gunshot in his head. When Joel stopped exhaling and his ears could hear once more, the deafening ring continued.

Jackie was up first, her face demonstrating TRUE fear for the first time that evening, the sort of fear only a gangster’s moll can know. Grabbing Charlotte’s hand, she fled to the hall as Joel and a disorientated Tiffany followed close behind, neither quite aware of what was happening. Sheer panic prevailed as Jackie skirted up a hang-down ladder into an attic that doubled as a panic room. The trapdoor shut tight, shrouding the naked quartet in black.

For five minutes the three women huddled, no words exchanged which was as well for they’d have been inaudible above the heavy breath. Another five minutes passed before Joel pressed his ear to the trapdoor. It was hard to hear anything. “I’ll go see,” he whispered.

“No,” warned Jackie, grabbing hold of his arm, the grip almost tender, the generosity of feeling surprising Joel, given what had just elapsed.

Joel proceeded nonetheless, taking hold of the trapdoor and feeling suddenly vulnerable and hugely fearful. Maybe this was the precursor to how his life would end. “I’ll be okay,” he assured, anxious to exit the dark claustrophobic tomb of a room.

Naked, he climbed through the gap and back down into the flat, heart racing. Darting from wall to wall like a policeman on a stakeout, he was ready to turn and run at the slighest disturbance. Yet perversely there didn’t seem to be any noise coming from anywhere. Retrieving and throwing on his clothes quickly, Joel crept over to hover on the stairs above the club entrance, listening but still hearing nothing. Slowly he took to the stairs, each creak eliciting a wince. Ear to the door, still nothing could be made out.

The scene that greeted Joel as he eased open the door took his breath away and would be etched indelibly on his brain forever. It was a scene of pure and utter carnage. Every single man in the room, had been shot where he sat, not just shot but peppered with bullets. The walls too had been pebble-dashed by machine-gun fire and every optic at the bar smashed into a million pieces, the contents drip-dripping on the floor in an eerie hollow tone. And the blood! It oozed over the sides of the tables, thickly coating the floor and edging towards him like a volcanic eruption of lava.

Joel was snapped out of the trance upon spotting Mickey Standish, like the others slumped in his poker hand, blood still seeping from multiple orifices. It took a moment to register on his brain: Mickey Standish was dead. The feeling of joy that cut through the numbness was overwhelming.

Joel blew hard, head in a whirl. He could only deduce that a rival gang had set upsome kind of hit akin to the St Valentine’s Day Massacre, knowing that the club would be full of Standish and his closest entourage. Just about every member in the hierarchy was lying dead in his own blood. A rival gang or a carefully orchestrated heist perhaps, in the knowledge that some fifty grand would be up for grabs. Or both?
Tiptoeing carefully around the scarlet stream, he towered over his vanquished nemesis, stating in a croaky, almost reverent voice: “Hello Mickey. Told you I’d have the last laugh…”

With that, he lifted the corpse by the hair, reaching inside the man’s jacket. He rejoiced as a roll of cash the width of a coke can was extracted. Now this would set up him up nicely and Mickey didn’t need it where he was heading. A quick dash around the table, several more thousand was plundered from inside pockets.

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Back upstairs Joel’s return was received warmly by the distraught women who already feared the worst. With Joel’s assurance that the worst was over, reluctantly they climbed from the loft. “Looks like a gangland hit or a heist. They’ve gone now,” he said matter-of-factly. I’m afraid Mickey’s dead.”

The two girls burst into tears, consoling each other with hugs. Jackie colapsed, burying her face in his shoulder. A minute passed as tears were shed. “It’s a pretty nasty scene down there. I think we should get moving. I’ve a place you can spend the night till things cool down. Has one of you a car?”

As clothes were restored and bags quickly filled with essentials, the enormity of the situation hit home for Joel – he was saved, the death sentence miraculously deferred. “Take the girls first,” suggested Jackie, handing him a set of car keys. “I’ll call the police and deal with things out here. Go with Joel,” assured Jackie, the girls seemingly reluctant.

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The following morning Joel awoke, wondering at first whether it had all been some incredible dream, the notion negated when he saw each of the girls clinging to his side like babies. Jackie had phoned at midnight to confirm they’d be keeping her overnight and both girls had insisted on sharing a bed with him. Well, who was he to deny the rquest? At about two a.m. he’d awoken to find Charlotte stroking a penis that stretched half-cocked on his belly. “Do to me what you did to Tiffany,” she whispered through sad-looking yet lustful eyes.

Though Joel hated to take advantage of a young girl in a heightened state of grief, he put his principles aside to bang her senseless. The resultant commotion woke Tiffany and soon Joel had two horny, emotional sisters vying for his attention. They swapped positions and it was gone four before the last of his seed had been drained.

As he climbed from bed, careful not to wake the girls, Joel’s groin was killing and he walked like John Wayne. After a relieving long pee, he limped downstairs. Now that the ordeal was over, finally he could clear the stack of messages from the answerphone.

Contrary to his fear, they were from family and friends, one message from his mum, another from his dad, and even his brother Pete chipped in. A few other acquaintances enquired of his whereabouts. The last message was fresh, left last night at five thirty. “Hi Joel, it’s, um, it’s Natalie. Look, sorry for bothering you, but I, um, I really enjoyed what happened this morning. I wondered if you’d, um, like to come round again sometime when Pete’s out. Call me.”

Joel raised his eyebrows, startling as the letterbox rattled. It was going to take some time to put yesterday out of his mind and lead a normal life. Too early for the mailman, a folded-up handwritten note lay on the mat. It read: ‘Dear Joel, thank you so much for yesterday, you really brought out the slut in me. I’m longing for a repeat. Please don’t make me wait, Cathy.’

Joel blew hard, his attention drawn by giggly girlish voices upstairs. Jeez, he was a father figure now to boot. He didn’t know which way to turn. One thing was sure, life was never going to be the same again. Perhaps he ought just to take the thirty grand and get out of London.

The End

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Tis is a story of lesbian love between three young women. It is a three part series and I hope that you enjoy it.

My name is Kristy and I’m a lesbian. It’s not that I like women better than men or that I have lesbian tenancies. Believe me when I say that it is not my preference to make love with a woman but it is my only desire because I have only loved women and have never loved or been loved by a man. I’m just glad that I no longer have to wonder about the latter because I’ve met my soul mate and we will be together forever.

I’m in my late twenties, an educated professional living in a loving, tolerant community on the east coast with my lover and, if the political climate remains as it is, soon to be my spouse. She is the most wonderful person that I have ever met and we fell in love immediately when we first saw each other and have since committed our lives to one another.

She was attracted to me during a presentation that I gave in The City a few months ago so she came up to me afterwards and introduced herself. I saw stars and heard the bells start to ring and I knew at that very instant that I had met the person that I would spend the rest of my life with.

Her name is Martha and I call her Marty. She has dark hair and an athlete’s body, all trim and firm and perfect in every way. She says that she loves me more than anything in the world and I have no reason to not believe her because I have the same feelings for her. But I’m jumping ahead of myself in my story.

It all started during the summer of my twelfth year between the 6th and 7th grade in elementary school, the year that my cousin Leslie came to spend a week or so with us in Kansas. That was the start of my sexual awakening and I have my wonderful cousin to thank for it. Leslie was from the east, New York State to be exact and had never been to a farm before. We didn’t have that big of a farm or that many animals but what we had was more than she had ever seen before.

It wasn’t the first time that I had seen my cousin but it was the first time that I remembered. Our family had traveled out to visit her family when I was two but I had no recollection of that meeting at all. So when my mother told us that we were going to have a visit from my cousin Leslie that summer, I had no point of reference to base my feelings on.

I found out much later that Leslie had been sent out there by her parents with the hope that she would learn something about life out of the city but, after the first couple of days, it was apparent that it was she that would do the teaching and it was us two younger girls that would do all of the learning.

My sister was two years older than I and at 14 she was the average teenage girl. She was average in height and weight but was much better looking than I was when I got to that age. She wore her blondish hair back in a cropped cut and always had on those bibbed overalls around the farm. She loved the horses more than anything else and until Leslie showed up, had no curiosity about sex at all.

Leslie was a bright, beautiful young girl with dark brunette hair, a fantastic body that she was proud of and knowledge of the adult world that went far beyond those 15 years on this earth should have granted her. She had a confident smile that lit up any room when she entered and the sway of her hips gave off a vibe all by itself.

When my Mom took us to the bus station in town to meet Leslie, Laura was the one who made the first move as she ran up to our cousin and gave her a warm hug and “Howdy” with a broad smile on her face. Leslie was startled by this display of affection from someone that she hardly remembered but hugged her back in a sense of desired friendship. Next it was my turn to give Cousin Leslie a similar greeting and she repeated the warm gesture to me also. After Momma greeted her with the same, Leslie stood back a ways with a little redness in her cheeks.

We talked a bit and then Momma grabbed the suitcase that was sitting right next to her niece’s leg and turned to walk back towards the family car. Us three girls fell in behind her and as Leslie walked along in her short white skirt and a floral pull over shirt, Laura commented something about her not wanting to get that white skirt dirty out on the farm. I noticed a smile come across Leslie’s mouth and I was sure that she was thinking about what her parents had gotten her into.

Leslie had not taken a bus all the way out to Kansas from her hometown near the Finger Lakes of Central New York but, in fact, had flown out to Kansas City but had transferred to the bus that took her all the way out to our farm. As she later told the story, “It felt like it was right next to the pipeline; the one that they used to pipe the sunshine out to us with.” She told me later that she certainly felt like a shorn sheep in the middle of winter out there on the farm but she was going to try to make the best of her experience.

When we arrived at the farmhouse, she seemed pleasantly surprised at how new it was. The house had a big front porch that wrapped around the sides and it greeted her with its warm swing seat that beckoned her to try it out so, as she backed into the swing, she sat down awkwardly and spread her legs out to catch her balance. We both caught a glimpse of the pair of panties that Leslie was wearing and almost choked in surprise at the sight. Leslie saw us both turn our eyes down there and blush and she knew what we had seen. She smiled a mischievous little smile and slowly closed her legs.

The farm was actually the reminisce of a subdivided homestead and consisted of 20 acres, a barn to house the few animals that my family maintain and the lovely two story farmhouse that was constructed no more than five or so years before. My Daddy was an attorney and my Momma managed the local bank and they had no time to actually farm anything. It was a hobby for them both and a good place to raise the two of us so everyone was happy, except, as it turned out, Leslie.

This was her parent’s idea to ship her out there in the middle of nowhere to get her away from the bad influences that were creeping into her life. At 15 years old, she had long ago discovered sex and was actively engaged with one boy/man after another so they thought and hoped that by sending her out to Kansas to stay with her cousins, maybe, just maybe, she would forget about her “boyfriends” and settled down to be a more normal 15 year old girl. But Leslie had other ideas so it was up to us girls to influence her and that wasn’t about to happen.

We shared a room on the second floor of the farmhouse. Our parents had their bedroom on the downstairs floor so we had the whole upper floor to ourselves. And it was a very big room; measuring about 20’ by 16’ not including a private bathroom and in it we enjoyed two double beds and a single set of bunk beds, two desks with computers on them plus a stereo, a big screen HDTV and a couple lounging chairs for reading and studying. Not bad for a couple of country girls.

When Leslie caught a glimpse of the luxurious surroundings, she just grinned and plopped down on one of the double beds and threw back her hands with a loud cry of excitement. “Which one is mine?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Momma told us to give you whichever one you wanted,” I chimed in.

“Normally I take the double bed over there and Kristy takes this one,” Laura said, indicating the one she was sprawled out on, “but like Kristy said, Momma told us to give you the one that you wanted, so which one will it be?”

Leslie rolled over flat onto her back and bent her knees up, crossing her feet on the bed. Her skirt slipped up her thighs and gathered at her hips, exposing her panties once again to our eyes. We suddenly realized that her underwear was made out of see through material and they weren’t black as I previously had thought they were. Our mouths must have dropped open in disbelief as we each tried not to stare at the black patch of pubic hair that was showing through her panties but when Leslie turned her head and caught us staring at her, she just smiled and moved her skirt down to cover her crotch and said, “I think I’ll take this one if it’s alright with you Kristy.”

I tried to recover from the shock of seeing Leslie’s patch through her panties and stammered out, “Ah, yeah, ah it’s okay with me. I’ll just take one of the buck beds until you have to go. It’s no big deal.” I shrugged my shoulders and tried not to show just how embarrassed I was.

“Oh Kristy, I just thought that if you don’t mind, I could sleep with you in the same bed,” Leslie suggested.

A look of horror flashed over my face I’m sure as I immediately tried not to object too forcefully. “NO. I mean you will want to sleep by yourself and I don’t mind the bunk bed really,” I managed to get out. But the look on my face must have told the other two that I was mortified at the thought of sharing my bed with a complete stranger, no matter if it was my cousin.

“Okay, well, suit yourself,” Leslie shrugged.

The three of us began to talk and Leslie asked all sorts of questions about what we did for excitement around here way out in the boonies. Laura told her that we would play games and ride the horses and swim in the swimming pool. We liked to go to the barn and play up in the hay loft. She told her cousin about the rope swing that we had built and attached from the rafters up there and we often played “trapeze” on it. She was excitedly telling her what all we had to do around here when Leslie interrupted her with a question. “Aren’t there any boys that you play with?”

Laura answered in a matter of fact sort of way, “No, we don’t have any boys around. In fact there aren’t many kids our age around here at all.”

Leslie frowned but continued to listen to what was in store for her stay out there in Kansas but I could tell from her expression that, so far, she wasn’t impressed with her choices. I was observing her every action and reaction to Laura’s explanation and wondered what was going on in Leslie’s mind but I continued to watch and keep my mouth shut.

It was getting kind of late and we all decided that it was just about time to start getting ready for bed so I took my things into the bathroom to take a shower before crawling up into the bunk bed. Leslie was the last to take her shower and when she came out, Laura and I could not believe what our eyes were seeing. Our mouth’s dropped open for the second time in the day as Leslie pranced out with her towel over her wet head and nothing else on. She was totally nude as she walked over to her bed and noticed that we were once again staring right at her naked body.

“Haven’t you two seen a naked woman before,” she chastised us for looking at her.

Neither of us said a word for the longest time and then Laura found her voice and stammered out, “Ah, yeah but I guess that you just surprised us because we normally wear our pajamas after we get out of the shower. It’s just that we’ve never, ah, well, we’ve never had anyone stay the night who doesn’t, ah, well, who doesn’t put on their pajamas I guess.”

“Oh,” she said as she walked over to the mirror on top of the dresser without even trying to cover her many charms and then raising her arms above her head to releasing the towel. Then she added, “Well, do you like what you see?”

There was a gasp from our mouths and then a giggle that escaped from my lips. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve never seen a pair of boobies quite that big before, but I think that I would like it if mine ever got that big,” Laura said through her embarrassment.

Leslie turned her body around to face her admirer as she strutted right up to the 14 year old. “That was the nicest thing to say Laura,” and bent down and kissed her right on the cheek. Laura turned an instant shade of red as she sat down on her double bed. Leslie looked at her with interest and asked her, “Would you like to touch them?”

“NO!” Laura said emphatically. “Gosh Leslie, what made you ask me that?” she said in disgust.

“Well, you were admiring them so I just thought that maybe you wanted to touch them that’s all,” she said in an almost a disappointed tone. “But if you don’t then,” she turned and walked back to the mirror, “then maybe another time.”

Laura meantime was feeling very self-conscious about the size of her own breasts, as those of Leslie would make two of hers, but what caught Laura’s eye was Leslie’s fine wax job on her pubic patch. It was neatly trimmed on the top and was waxed along the bikini line and Laura swore that she must have trimmed the length because it was too short to be natural. She was thinking about its length when she noticed that Leslie was looking directly at her and was smiling. Laura looked away and her cheeks turned crimson.

After brushing and blowing her hair dry, Leslie walked over to the bunk bed where I was sitting and asked me point blank, “Did you change your mind and decided that you want to sleep with me? I sleep in the raw you know?”

I recoiled away from her advances and blurted out, “Ah no, I just, ah I’ll sleep over, ah, good night Leslie,” and hurriedly crawled under the covers. Laura went over and turned out the light and then came back to her own bed and said to the both of us, “Good night,” and rolled over to go to sleep.

“Good night,” I repeated as I heard a small chuckle come from the other bed. Then I heard a small voice saying, “Good night Cousins.”

Early the next morning, Leslie was tucked under the covers when Momma came up to make sure we were up and awake before she went into work. I instantly thought about her coming in and discovering how Leslie slept in her nothings and that I had to stop her from barging into the room so I decided that I needed to get up before the other two girls the next morning to beat my Momma to the punch. So as I rolled out of bed, I made a mental note to set my alarm for tomorrow.

Why did it matter to me if Momma caught Leslie sleeping in the nude or not? I couldn’t answer that question but now, thinking back on that time, I think it was because, no matter how embarrassed I felt at the time, I secretly wanted to see her delicious body as she paraded around completely naked. So as we all met down in the kitchen for breakfast just as Momma was leaving for work, I realized that we were all alone for the day and a strange sensation crept over me.

“What do you guys want to do today?” asked Laura.

“Go horseback riding!” I exclaimed.

“I think that I would like to look around your farm and get acquainted a little bit,” said Leslie. “We’ve got a lot of time to go horseback riding and I would like to get the lay of the land before venturing out on a horse. I’ve never ridden a horse before so I’m a little scared to try it.”

I said all excited about having something new to show my cousin, “Oh it’s so much fun. I’m sure that you’ll love it once you try it.”

“Kristy,” her sister spoke up, “I think that Leslie said that she wanted to see our farm first so I think that we should do what she asked, don’t you?” giving me a look and nod. We had been schooled by our parents about not making Leslie do anything that she didn’t want to so when Laura told me to back off, I dropped the horseback riding at least for the moment.

“Let’s go out to the barn and explore that hay loft you told me about last night,” suggested Leslie.

“Sounds good to me but I’d put on some pants if I were you because the hay will stick in your legs and I don’t thing that short skirt will do much to protect them,” Laura explained to her.

Leslie told her that she would be alright and, after our breakfast, she was the first one out to the barn. She opened the door and shaded her eyes through the darkness and dust of the barn. I bounded ahead of her to show her where the ladder was that led to the hay loft. Leslie insisted on going first up the ladder and when she was about half way up, we were standing directly under her looking up and saw that she was wearing a thong for her underwear and her butt cheeks were sticking out for all for the world to see.

We each looked up and then at each other as we kind of grinned at what we saw. The fine thin piece of cloth that ran between her butt cheeks was like a piece of dental floss stuck between two teeth, it was plugged in there so tight, but under closer inspection, I could see the darkness of her pubic hair making itself visible up the front of her crotch as she made her way up the ladder. When she had climbed to the top wrung, she took a big step off of the ladder and turned around to look back down at the two sets of eyes staring up her short skirt.

“I can think of another reason you should have changed into pants before heading up to the hay loft,” said Laura with a smile on her face. Leslie just smiled back at her as I started up to join her. By the time that Laura made her way up the ladder, Leslie was watching as I was demonstrating the fine art of swinging on the home made trapeze that hung from the rafters.

As Laura walked over to join us, Leslie was grapping on to the bar and I was giving her a push out into no man’s land over the bottom floor of the barn. Leslie was swinging back and forth with her arms straight and her knees bent and when she made a pass across the opening, I made a grab for her and pulled her back onto the loft.

“That was great,” exclaimed Leslie. “I want to do it again!”

“Okay but this time do something funny to make it more fun,” I instructed her with a big grin on my face.

Leslie took another leap out over the nothingness of the void and this time she picked up her legs and spread them out wide showing us two onlookers her wide open crotch and as she swung back, Laura made a grab for her. The only thing that she could do was to grab onto her legs and when they wrapped around her body, she lost her balance and they both went tumbling back onto the hay loft with Leslie’s legs around poor Laura’s body. They landed with a thump with Leslie sitting on top of Laura’s chest and as their momentum came to a stop, Leslie kind of scooted her way up on my sister’s body with her crotch ending up just a few inches from Laura’s face.

Laura looked up at what was in front of her and Leslie didn’t make a move. I rushed over to help Leslie off of my sister and when she stood up with her legs on either side of Laura’s head and her wide open eyes, she just continued to look up between Leslie’s legs and directly into the dark patch looking back at her. She didn’t say a word until Leslie took a step forward. It was only then that Laura realized that she wasn’t breathing but gasping for the air that had been knocked out of her.

As soon as Leslie realized that her cousin was in distress, she kneeled down beside her and started giving her mouth to mouth respiration. I instantly thought that this was unnecessary but soon was kneeling down on the other side of my sister to see what I could do to help. After a few breaths, Laura moved her hands up to Leslie’s mouth and pushed her away saying that she was alright but Leslie would have nothing of it as she continued to place her mouth on her cousin’s.

“I’m okay!” Laura insisted as she tried to sit up.

Leslie removed her mouth as she slowly leaned back on her haunches allowing her cousin to sit up straight.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asked a concerned Leslie.

“Yeah, I’m fine now. I just had the wind knocked out of me that’s all,” she told us both. “Why did you insist on kissing me on the mouth?” she wanted to know.

“I thought that you were choking or something I don’t know. I was saving your life by giving you mouth to mouth resuscitations,” Leslie said.

“I think I felt your tongue,” she told her with a disgusted look on her face. “Anyway, I’m fine now,” she said getting on her feet once again. A devilish little smile came to Laura’s face and a slight glance into Leslie eyes that told me that something just happened between those two but I didn’t have the foggiest idea what.

Leslie sat back on her rear end and brought her knees up in the air showing her crotch to us two girls again. She had no problem letting us see her private area but when Laura saw her panties once again, she had to speak her mind.

“Leslie, why do you show of your crotch and panties to us like you do?” she asked.

Leslie answered, “Why not? Haven’t you seen my crotch before? Last night I remember that you both were staring at it like you really liked to see it so I felt that I would show you what you wanted to see,” she said nonchalantly.

“Last night we were staring because we couldn’t believe that you would show it to us and today we were looking because we still can’t believe that you had no shame,” Laura answered.

“I don’t have any shame about showing my cousins, my girl cousins, something that we all have. It’s called a crotch or a pussy and I believe that we each have one. Mine just happens to be more developed than yours but basically it is the same thing. Do you want to see more of it?” she asked suddenly.

“NO!” cried Laura.

But I was much more enthused and blurted out before I could stop it, “Do you mean that you wouldn’t mind showing it to us?”

“Kristy!” Laura blurted out.

“Well, just because Mommy always told us never to let a boy see your panties doesn’t mean that we can’t look at Leslie’s,” I told my sister.

That was all Leslie was waiting for as she stood up and hooking her thong with her fingers she removed her panties in a second and held up her skirt to let me look closely at her hairy young crotch. As my eyes got wider, Leslie placed her hand down on her crotch and started to separate her two lips as she started to talk just to me.

“Can you see this little button hiding under this hood? Can you see this? It’s called a clitoris and it is very sensitive to the touch. If you ever want to get a girl excited or have a boy get you excited then touch that button and watch what happens,” Leslie explained. She took one of her fingers and ran it up her slit towards her clitoris and started to caress her little love button with it as the two of us looked on with awe. When she reached her spot that she had just described, she rolled back her head and groaned out with a sigh of satisfaction as she stimulated herself with her finger.

I had learned about all the parts of my body, including my clitoris, my vagina and what would happen if I let a boy put his penis inside me but they didn’t tell us anything about what it would feel like. By Leslie’s reaction to her finger, I thought that they may have left out some of the best parts. I glanced over at Laura and her eyes were glued to what Leslie was showing both of us and her breathing became like a pant through her open mouth.

“Now you can also place it at your opening and run it in just a little and wiggle it around and that feels great also. But rubbing on your clit is the easiest way to reach an orgasm. Don’t you want to see me?” she asked a pair of eager onlookers.

She didn’t wait for an answer but lay down on her back with both knees spread wide and her hand down on her crotch. Her knowing finger was already planted on top of her clitoris and was rubbing herself into a mad state of enjoyment. She was moaning her way onward and upward as she arched her back. She started panting and groaning her way towards her release and in a few more short strokes on it she came with the experience of a well used boy toy that always gets what she’s after. As she started to relax, she let herself down with a coy little grin on her face but as she rolled to her side, she kept her hand deep between her legs.

Looking dreamingly up into Laura’s eyes and then into mine and our shocked expressions, Leslie said in a dreamy voice, “Now that’s what I call a good time. Do either of you want to try? How about you Laura?”

Her question was met with a shocked look and an emphatic decline from us both but Leslie noticed that Laura was blushing as if she knew more that she was letting on. I had hesitated just long enough to let her know that I had some interest at least, but was too embarrassed to say so. “There’s always tomorrow,” Leslie said softly, “or maybe tonight.”

We left the loft and wandered over to the horse pasture as Laura called for her horse, Babe, to come over a meet Leslie. As she approached the three of us, Leslie stood back a ways, not quite sure that she wanted to get too close to the animal. But after awhile and many encouraging remarks from the two of us, she finally touched Babe’s nose and gave off a big grin to show her gratitude.

The rest of the first day was spent with us sisters thinking about what we had just experienced up in the loft that morning with our cousin Leslie. We had discovered that she didn’t mind showing us all of her womanly charms including her bare crotch, but both of us were deciding just how much that little demonstration had affected us. Laura was particularly quiet but I soon forgot about it and continued on in my 12 year old frame of mind.

We played into the late hours of the day and when it was time for bed once again, I took my night gown and panties into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. Laura was next and Leslie was again last to get ready. She came out in the nude again but neither Laura nor I were as shocked as we were on the first night.

Leslie sat on the bed facing us two girls and asked in the most nonchalant tone, “Do either of you girls want to play with yourselves before you go to sleep? I always do because it helps me get all relaxed and everything.” She stopped and smiled, waiting for an answer to her question.

I just shook my head no but Laura gave more of a non-committal answer by saying, “I don’t think so. Not tonight,” and got up to turn out the light as Leslie climbed into the bed. She didn’t pull off the covers but lay down on top of them as the light went out and there was only darkness in the room.

It was quiet as can be for the longest time and I was just drifting off when a noise woke me up. I listened and I heard a whisper coming from my sister’s bed. “What are you doing Leslie?” she said in a low voice.

“Getting in bed with you,” Leslie whispered back. I heard a rustle of her covers and then a loud sigh.

“Shush,” whispered Leslie again and then I heard my sister moan.

“Does that feel good?” Leslie mumbled.

“Uh huh,” said my sister and then I heard the covers move again.

I listened intently as they moaned and shushed each other for a long, long time and then Laura let out with a muffled cry, then there silence again. I listened as I tried to stay awake but I finally drifted off to sleep. If only it weren’t so dark, I could have seen everything that they were doing but I had a good idea what went on in Laura’s bed. I got so excited hearing them do their thing that I felt some stuff come out of me and catch in my panties. I would have to take another shower in the morning.

Continued in Part 2

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I plan on turning this into a long series, if you like what you read stay tuned for more

The sun was beginning to set, and Kendra and her sister Dawn had been walking for hours. Thoughrally exhausted, they both decided it was high time to make camp. Their journey through the mountains had been treacherous; thankfully the small continent was not large enough to support gargantuan mountains. However Kendra knew that tomorrow they would need to cross the desert, which wouldn’t be too awful as it was a mere 6 miles across, but would still test their limits. They acted as merchants, ferrying goods between their home on the western shore of Logos, to the city of Amaad on the other side. The nation of Logos was not gigantic by any means, the distance only took about a week to traverse, but there was an enduring absence of reliable merchants to buy and sell between them. Rumors of young merchants disappearing were commonplace. The rumor going around was that these young men had been visited on their journeys by succubi, and were either maimed due to their guest’s insatisfaction or carried away if haven proven themselves a desirable specimen. The girls laughed at this, claiming that if this were the case, as women they were in no danger. The journey was arduous, but kept them toned, fit, and wealthy. As they set down their equipment and her sister began gathering tinder for a fire, Kendra inspected their products. Lately they had been making bundles off of ‘luxury goods’, predominantly make-up and fragrances, with trade how it was they were one of the few merchants providing them in the larger city of Amaad and women were paying oodles for jewelry and silk from the west.
Kendra made sure nothing was crushed or melted and then took a long swig of water from her canteen. She was the younger of the two, but barely. The two were scarcely a year apart, and since their parents had died several years ago they had become very close, as the only family they had left. Her hair was dark black, while Dawn’s was brown. She was a little shorter than her older sister, but her body had more curve and she secretly delighted in the fact that her breasts were slightly bigger. Both were young women in their early twenties, prime targets for young men, however their careers had kept them from getting too involved, both had had their flings but they had been nothing more.
As her sister returned with wood and started a fire, Kendra began preparing supper for them both. They had few choices, but she had saved some fruit off of a tree they passed earlier and was also lucky enough to have come across a wild mushroom patch. She began frying them over the fire as her sister collapsed onto her bedroll.
“Mmm what a day. How much longer are we planning on making these trips?” Dawn groaned.
Kendra spiced the cooking shrooms. “C’mon, you used to be way more into this than me.” She smiled, stirring the pan. “ Besides, what else do you want? To be tied down with some BOY?”
Dawn stretched and yawned. “Hmmm. Might be nice.”
Kendra snorted. “Yea right. You couldn’t be content with one guy, and you know it.”
Dawn sat up indignantly. “What does that mean? Just because I had those two different dates on the same weekend doesn’t mean I..”
Kendra put a finger to her sister’s lips and pulled the sizzling shrooms off the fire. “Eat up, I’m sure they’re safe.”
Dawn immediately grabbed one and plopped it in her mouth. “Ahhh! Hot, but good.”
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As the girls ate, they were unaware of the lurking presence that watched them. In the growing darkness, several pairs of eyes watched them.
A forked tongue silently licked the air, tasting not only the oils from the cooking but the girls themselves, who had obviously been perspiring from the long journey. A hazel eye with a dark slit of a pupil focused intensely on the glowing heat signature of the warm bodies. This was Yanna, the lamia.
Her naked female torso was strikingly beautiful. Her breasts were shapely, her hair long and dark. She had several scars, one running down the center of her chest the other tracing her left forearm. If one were to only view her from the stomach up, it would be easy to succumb to lustful desire, or infatuation. But past her hips, the long coiled body of a snake stretched around, with iridescent red scales. Some short pubic hair adorned a cleft below her belly button where skin and scale met. The tip of her tail curled and uncurled as she evaluated the travelers. Her tongue flicked in an out of her mouth, almost hungrily.
There was a rustle next to her as her partner grew impatient. Having four pairs of eyes does not necessarily imply improved vision. Her other eyes besides her primary two were small, and could almost be passed off as makeup or jewelry. However, her four pairs of legs would be harder to hide. Long, slender, and pointed, these were the legs of Jain, the Arachne. Her hair was a mossy green, and despite the black arachnid abdomen that held her, her female torso was also quite beautiful, and her breasts were massive. Unlike her companion, she kept them restrained with a small silk brazier, which barely helped.
“What is it?” inquired Jain, shifting her weight anxiously on her stilt-like legs. “Males?”
Yanna smiled slightly as she withdrew her tongue, her sharpened teeth flashing. “No. Femalesss… Two. They about fit what he requesssted.”
Jain’s disappointment showed, but she twittered her front legs excitedly nonetheless. “I see. This could very well redeem us in his eyes. Let’s plan this carefully so as not to fuck this up.”
Yanna’s eyes had not left the campsite. She saw the two girls lay down, their meal completed and their bodies exhausted. “You go for the dark haired one. And you better not fuck thisss up or you’re dead.”
Jain merely scoffed. “That’s the kind of mentality that got you put out here in the first place. I die, you die; Lord Thaddeus made that clear.”
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The girls had finished eating and were finally starting to relax. Kendra’s feet were sore, and her shoulders ached from carrying goods. She knew it wouldn’t take long for her to fall asleep. Confident that the fire would keep any wild animals away, she began to slowly drift off…
As she began to become unconscious, she began to have a creeping sensation that someone was standing over her. She felt silly, but opened her eyes to reassure herself.
It was dark, but the glow from the fire lightly illuminated the glimmering body of a spider, and the yellowy light shone on what appeared to be the body of a young woman, which to Kendra’s first response was in the spider’s clutches.
Though her eyes were wide, she could not scream; deep down she thought it a nightmare, and was too scared to move.
Her hesitation cost her, with surprising dexterity the Arachne leapt on top of her and began coating her with sticky webbing, sleep roll and all.
She could hardly get out a squeak before her mouth was silenced. Her sister, on the other hand, let out a horrible scream.
Kendra looked over to see her sister locked in the coils of a giant snake, the lamia wrapped around her legs to prevent escape and pinning her arms down with her own. She could tell her sister’s struggling was to no avail; this naga was ruthlessly strong.
Yanna’s eyes were fixed on her prey, she stared unblinkingly into Dawn’s face with a wild look in her eyes. Weaker people would have met her gaze, but Dawn thrashed helplessly with her eyes closed, tears starting to form.
Kendra would have screamed as well if she could. However she was now in a nice cocoon of silk, held in the spider-woman’s arms. She wanted to look away, but she was too scared for her sister. Dawn sobbed as the lamia licked her face with its long tongue.
Kendra heard an odd wheezing noise and realized the Arachne that held her was laughing. “Resisting just turns her on more. You should be lucky she’s a lesbian, a normal lamia would be much more callous.”
Upon hearing this, Dawn opened her eyes, a foolish mistake. She locked eyes with the snake-girl, and almost immediately felt herself being overwhelmed. The naga’s eyes danced hypnotically, and slowly she felt herself slowing down. Her arms felt like lead. Slowly Yanna’s tail began to pry open her legs. She was much too weak to resist. The lamia’s expression was gleeful as she used her sharp teeth and strong arms to rip off Dawn’s garments. She then brought her face back to hers, careful not to lose the eye contact for too long.
“You’re going to enjoy thissssss…” Yanna whispered seductively into Dawn’s ear, her forked tongue lightly brushed her ear.
Upon hearing this, Dawn’s mentality changed. Deep down she was still horrified, but the naga had planted the thoughts in her head. She felt as though she was watching from outside her body as Yanna slowly licked her neck. Her arms were no longer being pinned down, but she could not move them. All she could do was gaze with forced admiration into the eyes of her rapist.
Kendra couldn’t believe it. Her sister’s blouse had been ripped off, and that creature was ravishing her with its tongue, but Dawn looked as though she had accepted it; no, as she looked she could tell her sister was beginning to enjoy it!
Dawn stared, mouth agape, at the beautiful lamia on top of her. Yanna was a little more relaxed now, being in control, and started to caress Dawn’s chest and breasts with her hands, never taking her eyes off of hers. When she made eye contact, not only could she send suggestions to her victim but could also read their thoughts. This girl still hated her, and she loved it. She could feel her hatred becoming more subdued, however, as she groped her. Her tail wormed its way up against Dawn’s pussy, which was delightfully smooth. She felt the spike of arousal in Dawn’s psyche, and lowered her face to her ear once more.
“Uhnn, you are enjoying thisss, aren’t you? Why don’t you help ME enjoy it, darling?” Yanna hissed, gently licking her cheek as her coils shifted around her legs, setting up for better access to the girl’s vagina.
The words possessed her, no sooner had then been spoken Dawn felt her arms reach around the serpentine body and pull her into a lover’s embrace. She felt her breasts mash against the snake-girl’s, who she could feel had pierced nipples. The tip of her tail began teasing her pussy, gently stroking her folds and stimulating her clit. Dawn could still sense her rational mind’s horror and disgust, but for some reason that just helped get her going. She strained forward without knowing what she was doing, trying to kiss her…
WHACK
The lamia slapped her across the face, and not so gently either. Her cheek acquired a red glow, but rather than look away, she returned her gaze to her serpent mistress.
“That wasss naughty, human girl…” teased Yanna, who was now immensely enjoying herself. “You should know better than to initiate, that’sss why I’m on top.” She slowly slid the tip of her tail into Dawn’s now dripping pussy, only slightly.
“Would you like another?” the naga woman asked, playfully teasing Dawn’s hard nipples with her slender tongue. Dawn couldn’t speak so instead she simply nodded.
WHACK
“Sssay pleassse, bitch!” hissed Yanna, who started pushing her tail into Dawn’s tight pussy, penetrating her.
“PLEASE! OH GOD PLEASE!!” moaned Dawn, her voice not her own.
WHACK
Dawn’s face was red from the beating AND her arousal as she squirmed in pleasure. As the beast fucked her with its tail, she ran her hands ran down her back, and she felt the soft skin grow thick and leathery.
Yanna knew she had total control. Like other lamias, sexual dominance and sadism was instinctual, however unlike other naga she did not crave human semen, despite its necessity for procreation (there are no male naga). In fact she rarely pursued human males. She was an oddity, few lamias were physically attracted to others of their kind. She found human females satisfied her desires much more, they were so much more… helpless.
Kendra couldn’t watch any more, but she could hear. She heard her sister moan as the monster plunged deeper inside her, and though she tried not to she could not help but make out the sad, pathetic begging of “More, more, MORE”.
Yanna knew her victim would orgasm soon. She slid upwards on her body, suppressing a giggle as the girl lapped at her tits as they brushed past her face. She licked her all the way down her stomach, until she felt her tongue lick at her mound.
Yanna shuttered. Lamia have very sensitive genitalia, and for a moment she let the girl eat her strange pussy while she pleasured her with her tail, loving every second.
As Dawn began to slow down, Yanna slipped back down to re-establish eye contact. The girl was so horny now, she loved having that effect on women who until then had been heterosexual. “Please…” she begged aloud and in her mind, “please I’m so close…”
WHACK
“You are quite a handful, misssss…” Yanna whispered, taking the girls hands and placing them on her breasts. “Though I sssuppose I would like to finish asss well.”
Removing her tail, the lamia slipped down to face the girl’s pussy. Her long forked tongue snaked out of her mouth and froze as she savored the anticipation. Then she attacked the girl’s vagina, tickling her clit and tasting her sweet juices.
Yanna lowered a hand to her own pussy, and started pleasuring herself. She could orgasm too, if she did it right at the same moment as the girl.
Dawn bucked and groaned whorishly as she had her pussy eaten. It was incredible; far better than anything she had shared with a man. This creature knew exactly what it was doing, exactly how to get her off. As it slipped its tongue deep into her, she felt its different nodes exploring her, pleasing her.
She found her G-spot and began working it maniacally. Dawn clenched her hands and toes, knowing she couldn’t take much more. The hypnosis was beginning to wear off, but all it served to do was send her into the throes of orgasm.
“Yes, YES, oh yes master” she sputtered, not knowing where the words came from. “Am I a good toy mistress, am I? OOOooooh please tell me I am!” she cried, her mind craving the mental domination that was receding.
Yanna tongue fucked her wildly, her tongue thrashing in time to her fingers. She pulled out her tongue and put the hand that wasn’t on her pussy on the girl’s.
“Yessss, you are good…” sighed the lamia as she rubbed both their clits like mad. “You jussst have to do one thing… cum for me… right….NOW!!” demanded the naga, as her own orgasm overtook her. Her words sent Dawn over the edge, she came, and came… though she was not aware, she squirted and gushed all over her ‘rapist’, which served only to fuel Yanna’s powerful orgasm. After she came buckets, Dawn collapsed, overworked. She instantly passed out.
Yanna too seemed momentarily incapacitated, sprawled out on the ground with her tail slowly twisting. She had very much enjoyed herself.
Kenda was sobbing noiselessly to herself, tears running down her face. Jain set her down softly, feeling an unnatural twinge of pity for the poor thing. “Are you quite through?” she asked Yanna, who simply nodded. She crossed over and restrained the unconscious girl with more web.
“Very well. Get up. We have a long trek north to look forward to, I guess we finally get to say goodbye to these awful mountains.”
The lamia rose on her coils, and sighed. “Yes, at least now I’ll have something to occupy me on the way home.”
The Arachne rolled all her eyes, and slung the smaller girl over her back. “Well, you get to carry that one. Let’s get moving.”
Kendra could do nothing but wait, constricted. She was starting to lose consciousness, this whole ordeal had taken a toll on her as well. As she drifted off, she could not help but wonder what further horrors awaited them both…

TO BE CONTINUED

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Angela and her compaions enjoy a pair of virgins as they travel south.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Chapter Three: Virgin Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

The market place before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, he crowds paring before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as they hurried by.

It amused Thrak. A smile crossed his lips studded with bone piercings.

The summer heat gripped Esh-Esh, but the cool breeze off the lake helped to mitigate the heat of the sun’s rays. My eyes were supposed to be moving through the assembled shops, but my gaze kept shooting to the ivory pillar of the Collegiate Tower that dominated the city. Its golden beacon was second only in brilliance to the sun setting over the lake.

I missed the Tower. I had dreamed of spending my days their in research as a Master Mage, discovering new ways to utilize the five elements. Eventually, I would have joined the Magery Council and administer the affairs of Thosi and the Mages trained by the Tower.

I did not look out at the lake where the Island lay. I would not linger on my abject failure that cost me my chance to become a Master and done the black robes. I was stuck in the red. But if the Quest succeeded, and I cast the Ritual of Reclamation on the Altar of Souls and reforged the High King’s Sword, I would prove that I had the skills to at least take the test to be a Master again.

“You keep staring at the tower,” Thrak rumbled.

“I know,” I flushed, prying my eyes away.

“It’s hard to let go of that which we love.” His voice was tinged with the melancholy of his wife’s passing. Twice he had lost her.

“Very hard.” I took a deep breath. I needed to focus. I hoped to find a map among the many merchants that sold books and parchments. The Dwarven Kingdom of Modan that had fallen 207 years ago, so it would be difficult to find one. Modan was the only place that adamantium, the metal which the blade was crafted from, could be found.

But the dwarven mines were lost to a great evil that broke their kingdom’s back. I tried not to dwell on what our next step in the Quest entailed. Descending into the tunnels of Modan to find any ore would be as dangerous as facing the Dragon Dominari at the Quest’s end.

Maybe more so. At least we knew what we faced with Dominari. No one knew what befell Modan.

I stopped at the next book vendor. With the Magery Council and a college to train new mages in Esh-Esh, any oddity, artifact, object, or old knowledge was brought to the city in the hope that a mage would find value in it.

It made reasonable sense.

That was why we had detoured to Esh-Esh instead of taking the slightly straighter route from Allenoth south to the Lesh-Ke Mountains. If I had my wits about me, we would have procured the map before leaving Esh-Esh.

But I had been…fragile then.

Since we left the orc lands ten days back, our journey south, retracing the very steps we took north, had been uneventful. Fireeyes was truly dead, and we did not have his machinations dodging our steps and causing us problems. And so far, the other two Erinyes had not appeared to harass us. They must be cautious after Angela dealt with Injuriae so resoundingly. From Esh-Esh, we would follow the highway southeast to Miliiath Pass in the Kingdom of Haz, passing through the town of Lor-Khev. In the pass, we would find the ruins of Khan, the fortress guarding the entrance to the underground dwarven kingdom.

“So you’re back,” a woman sneered. “And in the company of a brute.”

My back stiffened. I grit my teeth as I turned to face Saoria, my former friend and roommate before she let her success at the mage’s test go to her swollen head. She stood in her black robes, her long, dark-brown hair falling about her shoulders, her silver piercing glinting on her eyebrow.

“Master Mage,” I nodded, gritting my teeth. I had to show respect.

Saoria strolled forward, her naked simulacrum—all master mages were gifted one by the college—trailed after her. He was a sculpted, handsome man without any hair on his body, his cock hard and thrusting before him. He carried a crate loaded in Saoria’s purchases.

“Mmm, wherever did you find this…specimen?” asked Saoria as she strolled up to Thrak, her eyes hungrily sliding up and down his body.

“Oh, just a simple journey to Murathi,” I shrugged. “Nothing too dangerous.”

Saoria arched an eyebrow. “And you brought a housebroken orc back with you.”

“Housebroken?” rumbled Thrak, his arms folding across his chest. His swarthy skin bulged as his muscles rippled. “Maybe I tamed the little mage and she dances for me.”

“Thrak,” I groaned, my cheeks blushing.

Saoria glanced down at his kilt. “I’ve heard orcs are impressive. Faoril always was such a slut for a hard cock.”

“I’ve heard it’s the other way around,” Thrak said, his hand lashing out and grasping Saoria’s wrist. Before the master mage could react, he jerked her hand to the front of the kilt. “I hear you have a hot pussy always craving larger pleasures. You won’t find larger than mine.”

Saoria’s hand squeezed at my lover’s growing hardness. I folded my arms, my stomach squirming. I did not like this one bit. Saoria licked her lips as the bulge swelled beneath Thrak’s kilt. Her hand traced his length.

“That is no idle boast,” Saoria purred. “I’ve oft wanted to study your race. Perhaps you’d care to return to the tower and allow me to examine and perform a few harmless tests on your impressive specimen.”

I opened my mouth to object, but Thrak rumbled, “With your slutty pussy?”

Saoria let out a rich laugh. “And maybe other parts of me.”

“And why would I want an ugly, bony hag sucking on my cock?” Thrak asked. “And I can only imagine the diseases crawling around your whorish cunt.”

Saoria’s face reddened. She released his cock and her hand shot down to a pocket. She produced a vial of cum, no doubt from her placid simulacrum’s balls, and brought it halfway to her lips before she paused, her eyes flicking to me.

“You weren’t about to use magic aggressively in Esh-Esh, were you?” I asked sweetly. “All because a male rejected your whorish advances?”

Saoria shoved her vial back into her pocket. “I would do no such thing,” she hissed. “Tell me, Faoril, how much does it cost Thrak to buy your…services?”

“Oh, Thrak doesn’t have to buy my services,” I smiled. “I’m eager to submit to him. After all, you’ve felt how impressive he is. And trust me, all the stories are true. You’ve never had a lover until you’ve bedded an orc. Maybe you should go north and find one for yourself. I’m sure there’s a few that wouldn’t mind sticking it into your toxic cunt.”

“Do you forget your place, Journeyman,” snarled Saoria. “I am a Master Mage.”

“Barely,” I shrugged. “And only because I made the mistake of sharing my knowledge with you. If you hadn’t clutched to the hem of my robe, I doubt you’d ever have made it to Journeyman. You would still be in the blue.”

“Then explain why I passed and you didn’t?”

I fought off the lingering depression that had claimed me after my failure. “I made a simple mistake. I was over-confident. It had nothing to do with my skill in magic. Though I suppose it is good I did fail, else you wouldn’t have made the cut then.”

Saoria let out a screech and then stalked off through the street, the crowds parting before the angry master mage and her vitriolic snarls. Her simulacrum followed behind her with obedience. He had a nice ass.

They always did.

“She thinks she has the sweetest cunt on the tundra,” laughed Thrak, “but her nose is deadened to scents.”

I nodded my head in agreement, smiling at that imagery. “An earthy saying. Literal translation from orcish?”

“Mostly. It’s a little more…foul in orcish,” he grinned.

My stomach churned. “I think I can skip that piece of scholarly knowledge.” I slipped my arm around his waist. “Las’s poxed cock, but that was satisfying.”

“Forcing someone to confront their own limitations always is. Now let’s find that map.”

It was at the third shop, that I found something promising. “Here’s the last stack of loose maps, Mistress Mage,” Linissi, the daughter of the merchant, said. She had a heart-shaped face and a braid of light-brown hair falling off her left shoulder. She was young, not more than eighteen, and her lip trembled with innocence. “What is being a mage like?”

“It’s intoxicating,” I admitted as I carefully lifted each piece of vellum, parchment, and papyrus, studying what the portrayed before setting them aside. “You have the power of creation at your disposal.”

We were at the back of the stall. It was covered by a canvas owning and the back made up of shelves. There was a gap between the shelves and awning allowing Linissi to glance at the Collegiate Tower rising above the city.

“You want to be a mage?” I asked as I set the next parchment aside—it was a detailed map of Southern Valya.

“I do,” she nodded. “Though I’m scared. I hear you have to start young.”

“Age doesn’t matter,” I answered, studying the next map. It was a lord’s estate, showing the division of his lands to his peasant tenants. “All that matters is your desire to learn the elemental magics and how much you love cock.”

The girl blinked and her cheeks reddened. I imagined she was a virgin. “Cocks?”

I nodded my head, setting aside a map of a vineyard in Thlin. “Female mages have to love cocks. We worship them, suck them, drink the cum that shoots from them. Our pussies crave their girth plunging over and over into us, and even our assholes tingle to be penetrated. Our magical power comes from a male’s sexual energy. For men, they have to love pussy.” I looked her in the eyes. “Do you love cock?”

“I…” She glanced at her father conversing with Thrak out front. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

“So you have no idea if you love cock.”

“The idea makes me…wet,” she admitted. “And I stroke myself thinking about it. But my father…he is very protective of me. He sees my mother in me, and since she died when I was young…”

“Well, perhaps I can help you out,” I told her. A wicked thought plunged into my head. Thrak deserved a little reward for humiliating Saoria. “I know a cock that would teach you if you loved them or not. Then I’ll write you a letter that you can present to the testers, and they can see if you have the aptitude.”

“You can do that?” she gushed, clasping her hands together.

“I can,” I smiled. “I doubt your father would object if I offered to guide you. We’ll just leave out the deflowering your pussy part when we talk to him.”

I set aside a map of the world that hinted of lands to the east. The famed lands of the dawn, the Okuwa Shogunate and the Oppain Empire. Some believed they were myths. Few sailors ever survived the voyages, and their tales were so fantastical many dismissed them as folly.

Beneath it was a map of tunnels. It was large. I had to unfold it several times, spreading it over the counter. It showed successive layers, descending down into the depths beneath the earth, with tunnels and mine shafts, labeled in the harsh runes of the dwarves. I read the top, struggling to remember my runes. “Being a detailed map of Modan’s Deeps, commissioned by the Kings of Azkiria.”

I smiled. This is what we needed. Azkiria was the second-to-last queen of Modan, and this map had been created by her seven husbands—dwarves were polyandrous. One in eight dwarves was female. Their women would marry up to seven dwarves. The females were always protected, kept safe by their husbands. Azkiria’s daughter, Kazodi, had succeeded her as Queen and died when the kingdom fell. It was probably the best map we would ever find. I folded it up and rushed to speak to Linissi’s father.

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Acolyte Sophia

I groaned as Angela tipped the candle. The hot wax landed on my naked nipple. I gasped as the hot, sweet pain shuddered through me. “Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I blasphemed at the mix of sensations as the wax cooled over my hard, pink nipple. “That’s so amazing, Mistress.”

Angela smiled at me. “You like the pain, slut?”

“So much, Mistress. It burns then cools.”

Angela tipped the white candle again. The wax splattered between my small breasts, leaving drops of kissing heat as she moved to my other nipple. My pussy itched. My hands were bound together at the wrist and kept over my head by the rope tied to our bed. We were in our room at the Mage’s Quill celebrating Faoril’s discovery of the map.

I knew Faoril, Thrak, and the virgin they found in the marketplace were having quite the celebration in the next room. It was a shame the girl was about to be plucked by Thrak, but the orc wasn’t the worse male ever created.

I had to admit he had some good qualities. He did make me laugh.

“This nipple looks so plain,” Angela purred, toying with my right nipple. Her finger’s caresses sent flutters of delight down to my pussy. “I think it needs to be covered with hot wax. What do you think, slave?”

“I live to serve my Mistress,” I moaned, my thighs squeezed together as I squirmed in excitement. The other globs of wax cooled, soothing the pain the drops had created. “If it would please you to adorn my nipple in wax, then it would please me more.”

Angela grinned at me. She still wore her knight’s armor. It clinked as she turned the candle and the blob of wax fell and landed on my nipple. I bucked and moaned as the burning pain seared my nipple then immediately faded into cooling delight.

My juices flooded out of my pussy. My tart musk filled the room with its sweet delight. I breathed it in over the smell of the beeswax. Angela smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in delight. I loved my Mistress so much.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I moaned as she let more wax fall across my belly, leaving lines and drops of white cooling on my pale skin. I writhed as she moved lower and lower, reaching towards my bare pubic mound and my waiting pussy.

“Mmm, such a beautiful sight,” moaned Angela as she tipped the candle and hot wax splashed right on my pubic mound. The wax pooled, reaching for my clit as it flowed hot across my skin, only to cool before it reached my sensitive nub.

I let out a frustrated moan.

“Does my little slut want to feel hot wax burn her sensitive clit?” Angela asked, her hand tipping, threatening to drop the wax on my clit.

“I…I do, Mistress,” I groaned, squirming on the bed. “So much. I can’t believe how excited for its burning kiss I am.”

Angela tilted the candle. The hot wax beaded at the tip, the flame dancing merrily above the long length of candle. I bit my lip, trying not to squirm. I didn’t want the drop of wax to miss its target. I wanted that hot, searing kiss on my clit.

I knew I would cum.

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t,” Angela said, straightening the candle.

I fought against my frustration and forced myself to say, “If that’s your desire, Mistress.”

Submission was exciting in its own way. Denying my own pleasures and surrendering to Angela’s desires made me so wet. It was an amazing act of trust. I loved her enough, trusted her enough, to put myself completely in her hands. I knew she would only give me pleasure.

Even if it hurt.

“No, I think I have a better idea how to use this candle.” Angela grasped me, her chainmail loincloth clinking as it shifted between her thighs, and flipped me onto my belly. She gave my ass a smack.

Then she shoved the thick base of the candle into my bowels. I groaned and shuddered as it pushed into my depths the length of my little finger. My asshole clenched around it. I wiggled and a drop of wax ran down its length to sear around my sphincter.

“Mistress,” I groaned.

“Now stay still,” Angela smiled as she rose. “I need to fetch the next participant in our game.”

“Participant?” I groaned as the wax cooled. “Who?”

Angela winked at me on the way to the door. She opened it and slipped out. The door closed behind her. My Mistress’s booted footsteps echoed as she headed down the hall to the stairs. I shuddered, my body trembling in anticipation.

Who was she fetching? Xera? The last I had seen of the elf she had taken a mature beauty to her bedroom to have hot, lesbian sex. Xera was between heats, but that didn’t mean her sex drive had decreased all that much.

“Faoril is busy with—”

My eyes widened. Another drop of wax had run down the candle and its burning heat pooled around my sphincter. I groaned and shuddered, my bowels clenching on the candle. Angela had found a way to give me such sweet torture.

Drop after drop of molten wax trickled down the candle and burned my flesh. It built cooled wax around the base. It spread through the crack of my ass, reaching in both directions. Drop by drop, it moved down my taint, caressing the sensitive flesh and growing closer and closer to my pussy.

“Sweet Saphique’s virgin cunt,” I groaned when the first drop seared my labia.

I shuddered as the burning wax trickled down my labia and vulva. I kept my legs spread wide, shivering as each new drop rolled down towards my clit, leaving cooling lines behind. The pain burned through my pussy.

One drop trickled right into my pussy hole. My insides ignited. I bit my teeth, fighting off the urge to orgasm. I hadn’t been given permission to cum. The wax trickled faster as the candle burned lower. Angela was gone for so long and the agony of the wax cooling on my labia and vulva drove me wild.

Then the first drop reached my clit.

I was so aware of the drop working across my labia, crossing patches already covered in wax and then searing new, sensitive spots with pain. I bit my lip as I neared my clit. My little nub throbbed in anticipation.

The pleasure was intense. “Slata’s hairy, whorish cunt!”

My exclamation echoed through the room as I fought against my orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly. The ached burned across my little nub. It hardened and cooled, giving me a moment of relief before a second drop reached my clit.

And a third.

“Sweet Saphique, help me fight this pleasure,” I groaned as more wax trickled across my pussy. I squirmed, the candle shaking, throwing drops off to splatter my butt-cheeks and lower back, kissing me in wonderful pain. “Let me be strong and obey my lesbian mistress’s commands.”

My clit throbbed as it was seared again.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I spotted the innkeeper’s daughter sweeping in the hallway, her lithe hips covered by a reddish-brown dress. She was a brunette just flowering into womanhood. Only eighteen, youthful and delicious, and I had noticed her eyes on me during supper.

I recognized the signs of a young girl’s youthful infatuation with a beautiful knight. I had the same excited awakening to the pleasures of my body at the sight of Lady Delilah when I was the girl’s age. My first crush.

It was what drove me to be a knight.

“It’s Alyiane, yes?” I asked.

The girl squeaked and dropped her broom. She spun around, her face bright red. “L-lady knight. I-is there something I can do for you?”

“Maybe,” I purred, moving to her. I cupped her cheek and lifted her gaze. She had blossomed into womanhood, her breasts large and straining the front of her dress. “I felt your gaze on me while I ate dinner. You stared with such intensity.”

“My apology, Lady Knight.” The girl trembled, her lower lip quivering, her eyes wide. My time with Sophia seemed to have twisted some of my desires. I now searched for female companionship more often then male.

Or maybe that was Thrak. I had access to his thick cock whenever I wanted and he made most men seem lacking. Faoril was always happy to share her lover with me.

“Why were you staring?”

“You’re just so beautiful and strong,” the girl gushed, “and magnificent. You’re a knight and yet you are so…so…beautiful.”

She said beautiful with such awe. I smiled. “Have you dreamed of being a knight?”

Alyiane nodded her head. “But…I’m commonborn.”

“That has little to do with it,” I laughed. I touched her between her breasts. “It matters what is in your heart. You could travel to Secare and squire with the Knights Deute, or if you prefer the companion of all women, the Knights Voizu in Thlin would train you. If you desired it enough.”

Her heart thudded beneath my hand. I moved it over and cupped her breast, squeezing through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardened and a shudder washed through her body. She let out a slight moan.

“Well, do you desire it?”

“I…I…” She licked her lips. “When I look at you, I wish to be as beautiful, as strong.”

I stroked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, loving the way she squirmed. “You are a beautiful girl. A virgin?”

She nodded her head. “I…I’m shy. My father keeps me working and away from his guests as much as possible.”

“He doesn’t want you running off thinking you’re in love,” I told her. “A girl’s first time can be very special.”

Alyiane swallowed.

“Are you ready for your first time?” Her nipple was fat. I rolled it through her bodice. Another shudder ran through her.

“I…I think so,” she groaned. She licked her lips. “With you, lady knight.”

“But don’t fall in love,” I warned her. “I already have a woman in my life.”

“Could I…love you just for this night?”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She gasped into the kiss. Then her tongue fluttered out and brushed mine. Her hand touched my armor covering my breast, her fingers sliding across the steel as I pushed her against the wall.

My pussy clenched between my thighs. Sophia was upstairs, slowly being tortured by the candle, the hot wax dribbling down her thighs. I wanted her to be so hot, so excited when I returned with Alyiane.

I couldn’t go upstairs just yet.

I broke the kiss. She sucked in deep breaths, her lips wet and slightly parted, her dark eyes wide. “My lady knight,” she moaned. “That was…”

“Beautiful,” I smiled. There was something so sweet about a virgin. No wonder Sophia was always seducing the young novices when they first arrived at her temple.

My hands grasped her skirt. Her eyes widened as I drew it up her stocking-clad legs. She trembled as I held her skirt up over her waist. Beneath she was naked, her pussy covered by a brown thatch of tangled pubic hair matted by her innocent excitement.

“Are you…?” Alyiane swallowed.

“Going to eat your pussy until you cum?” I asked her. “Yes.”

“Here?” She glance down the hallway. “Patrons could see us.”

“How exciting,” I purred as I sank to my knees. “Now hold your skirt up for me.”

“Yes, lady knight.”

Her hands gripped her skirt. Her body trembled as I stroked her bare thighs above her brown, knee-high stockings. Her thighs were ivory. Her spicy musk filled my nose as I kissed at the inner slope, savoring her salty skin as I worked higher and higher.

“Relax,” I purred as I neared her pussy. Her scent grew heady. I inhaled her musk. “You will remember this night for the rest of your life.”

I pressed my lips forward and nuzzled at her pussy lips.

“My lady knight,” squeaked from her lips as I took the first lick across her virgin folds. I savored them. I let her juices trickle down into my mouth as I licked again and again. My tongue flicked through her folds as she gasped and squirmed on my mouth. Her eyes fluttered as the delight filled her.

My tongue brushed her hymen as I devoured her. I let her spicy juices trickle down my mouth as she stared down at me, her dark eyes so wide, her cheeks rosy. Her hips squirmed, rubbing her sweet flesh on my mouth.

My tongue flicked through her folds up to her clit.

“My lady knight,” she gasped again, her back arching. She bit her lip as she vainly tried to stifle her moans as my tongue circled her little, pink nub.

My hands stroked her silky thighs as I swirled around her clit. Then I sucked it between my lips. Her face scrunched as she fought her pleasure, her little moans so cute as they escaped her sealed mouth. Her body quivered as I flicked my tongue against her clit.

“Let out your passion,” I purred. “A knight must be fearless. Do not be afraid to scream out and let everyone know how amazing you feel.”

“Yes, lady knight,” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so wonderful. Your mouth. Your tongue. What are you doing?”

“Playing with your clit,” I laughed. “Don’t you know about this little button?” I nudged her pink clit with my tongue.

“No,” she gasped and shuddered.

“Every girl should know about their clit,” I groaned before I sucked and nibbled on it again.

She gasped and smeared her virgin flesh on my lips as I tongued her. Alyiane’s moans grew louder and sweeter to my ears. Her face twisted and her breasts heaved beneath her bodice. It was thrilling to give this girl her first real pleasure.

Intoxicating.

I licked harder at the folds of her pussy, parting her tight slit to caressing her inner labia and wiggle my tongue through a hole in her hymen. Her spicy juices coated my tongue and filled my mouth as her hips undulated.

Her passion grew.

“Something is happening, lady knight,” gasped Alyiane. “Something…amazing. Oh, yes.”

“You’re about to cum,” I purred. “Don’t fight it. Let your orgasm burst through you. Let it consume you. Ride it. Embrace it. Savor the joy it brings you.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Such sweet joy. Oh, yes. My lady knight, yes.”

Her hips bucked. Her moans turned wordless and high-pitch, screeching like a boiling tea kettle. Her juices flooded my hungry mouth. I drank them down and savored every drop. They coated my mouth and flowed across my chin down to my breasts in my armor.

My pussy clenched between my thighs. I burned to cum. And I knew just how.

“My lady knight,” panted the girl. “Oh, that was such sweet wonder.”

I rose and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was just as eager to kiss me back, her tongue tasting the delight coating my lips. She shuddered and drank them in, letting her lips caress mine. She sucked and nibbled on my lower lip.

I broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Come on. Let’s go to my room and I will make a woman out of you.”

“Yes, my lady knight,” she breathed, her hand tightening on mine.

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Thrak

“Just like that,” Faoril whispered into Linissi’s ear as the virgin swirled her tongue around the end of my cock. “You’re doing wonderful. Love his cock.”

“It’s so big,” Linissi gasped. “How will this ever fit into me?”

“It will,” Faoril purred.

The naked virgin sat on the edge of the bed. I stood before her, equally naked, my dick thrusting before me. Linissi’s pale hands struggled to wrap around my swarthy girth while her pink tongue flicked at the bone ring piercing the tip of my cock.

“I will make you ready,” Faoril promised as she slipped down to the floor and between Linissi’s thighs. “I will eat your pussy and make you so wet he’ll slide right in.”

“Thank you,” Linissi moaned, her eyes wide. The virgin was young, her body petite and her breasts small and topped with dusky-pink nipples. Her trembling innocence made my cock ache.

I did not complain when Faoril decided to bring the virgin to our bed. I had never deflowered a virgin before. It was a delight I had always longed for. My wife, Serisia, had not been a virgin when I met her at the University of Allenoth, nor were many of the girls that attended. They were liberated women, each pursuing sex where they could find it.

Not like this trembling merchant’s daughter.

Her tongue flicked across the top of my cock. Then her eyes widened and she let out a shuddering sight as Faoril licked and nuzzled at the virgin’s pussy. Linissi’s hands tightened on my cock as she shuddered on Faoril’s tongue.

“Keep licking him,” Faoril purred. “You need to love cock.”

“It’s just so big,” Linissi gasped. “But…” her hands stroked up my shaft. “It throbs in my hand. And it’s so warm.” Her tongue licked across my slit, bringing a growl from my lips. “And the salty taste…”

“That’s just a preview of his cum,” promised Faoril. “Do you like it?”

Linissi’s cheeks grew red. “I…I do.”

“Then there is hope for you.”

Linissi squealed. Faoril’s noisy tonguing slurped through Linissi’s virgin flesh. The virgin moaned and licked my cock again. She brushed the ring then opened her lips wide. She sucked on the tip, stretching her jaw to fit the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

“Just like that,” I rumbled, stroking her brown hair. “Let your tongue caress my tip as you suck.”

My balls boiled beneath my cock as she swirled her tongue around the tip. Her eyes flashed and a smile tried to turn the corners of her stretched lips. She sucked hard. The tip of my dick ached. Her technique was unrefined, but it had its own charm.

“That’s it. Just like that. Suck on my cock, and I’ll flood your sweet mouth with cum.”

Linissi moaned around my cock. Her hands stroked my shaft faster as her mouth sucked and her tongue swirled. Faoril’s hands reached up, pinching the virgin’s nipples while Faoril kept her mouth plastered to Linissi’s pussy.

“Keep sucking,” I promised as the virgin squirmed on the, humping into Faoril’s lips. Faoril was adept at loving cock and cunt, and Linissi savored my lover’s skilled lips. The virgin’s moans hummed around the tip of my dick. “That’s perfect.”

I grabbed Linissi’s braid, coiling her silky hair about my hand as she loved my cock. My growls and grunts escaped my lips. She was just perfect. I couldn’t wait to spill my seed into her hungry mouth.

“Show me how much you love my cock.”

Linissi moaned again. Her eyes fluttered and she sucked harder. She worked more of her mouth down my cock, her tongue writhing against my shaft’s bottom as she kept sucking. Her stroking hands brushed her lips.

She sucked hard as she slid her mouth back up my cock. My toes curled on the wooden floor of the inn’s room as my balls ached. She was so sweet, so innocent, so ripe to be plucked. My hand tightened about her braid. I resisted the urge to pull her hair.

Linissi was still a virgin, not a cock-hungry slut whose mouth I could violently fuck. I had Faoril for that.

“Gewin’s mighty cock,” I growled. “That’s it. Keep sucking like that. I’m going to shoot so much cum in your mouth.”

“Yes,” Faoril moaned between licks.

Linissi squeezed her eyes shut. She moaned and shuddered, her passion humming around my voice. The bed creaked as she squirmed. Her orgasm burst through her. Faoril drank down her juices as my balls tensed.

“Drink it all, slut,” I snarled in orcish as my cum erupted.

Linissi gasped in shock as my cum flooded her mouth. She tried to pull away, but I kept a firm grip on her braid, keeping her mouth locked on my cock. My white cum filled her mouth and boiled around my shaft. It dripped down to her small breasts while she swallowed as fast as she could. I growled with every blast, savoring the pleasure rushing out of my cock and into her hungry lips.

The I let go of her braid. Her lips pulled off my cock. She swallowed one final time, her small breasts heaving. Cum stained her lips and chin. It trickled down her neck and adorned those sweet breasts.

Faoril licked up her body and sucked a cum-covered nipple into her mouth, eager for it. Faoril, like all female mages, was a cum slut.

“Did you like it?” Faoril asked between licks as she worked her way up Linissi’s body.

“I…I did,” smiled Linissi. She licked her lips. “I came so hard and then his salty cum flooded my mouth.”

Faoril’s pink tongue gathered cum up Linissi’s pale neck. Faoril’s short, light-brown hair swayed about her hungry face and her silver nose ring glinted in the light. She needed more piercings, but she was afraid of the pain of having her nipples and clit pierced.

Maybe one day.

“Good,” Faoril smiled. “Loving cum is a great thing.”

Their lips met. Faoril savored my cum staining the virgin’s lips as my lover pushed Linissi down onto the bed. The two women sighed and moaned into their kiss, their tongues swirling and sharing the delight of my cum.

Faoril pushed apart Linissi’s thighs, exposing the virgin’s tight pussy covered by a light down of brown pubic hair. Faoril slid to the side, her hand rubbing at Linissi’s pussy as they kept kissing. Then Faoril reached out, her hand slicked with Linissi’s juices, and grasped my cock.

“Are you ready?” Faoril asked the virgin.

Linissi looked at my thick cock in Faoril’s hand. My lover brought me closer to the virgin flesh. I stretched my body over the virgin. She was so tiny beneath me. Humans were already smaller than orcs, and she was so petite. My dick thrust towards her pussy. Linissi swallowed.

“He will fit,” Faoril whispered in her ear. “I know he’s huge, but if you can take his cock, you can take any cock. It’s up to you.”

“I want to be a mage,” Linissi said. “I want to love cocks. His cock.”

Faoril brought my dick to the virgin’s pussy. She rubbed it up and down Linissi’s flesh. The girl shuddered and groaned, her small breasts jiggling as the tip of my cock pressed against her maidenhead. She clasped her hands before her breasts, her lip bending.

“Relax,” Faoril whispered into the girl’s lip. Faoril snuggled up against Linissi’s side. “Relax and you will love it.”

The girl nodded and took a deep breath.

I thrust.

Her cherry popped. My thick cock ripped through her maidenhead and buried into her hot, tight depths. She gasped and let out a whimper of pain as her hot, silky, wet flesh clenched down hard on the tip of my cock.

“Relax,” cooed Faoril. “Focus on the pleasure. Do you feel it?”

I pushed my dick in deeper. The girl gasped as her small body swallowed my cock. Her back arched and a whimper of almost pleasure and almost agony poured through her body. Her small breasts jiggled.

She was so cute.

“Just keep relaxing,” I purred, pinching her nipple. “It’s okay. Doesn’t that feel so good.”

“It…does.” Linissi’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow. That’s…nice.” A smile crept across her lips as the last few inches of my dick sank into her wet depths.

“You’re going to be such a slut for cocks,” grinned Faoril. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” moaned the virgin, her hips shifting. “Maybe I will be.”

“Go slow,” Faoril mouthed to me, then she kissed Linissi on the lips.

I worked my cock through the hot, tight depths of the virgin’s pussy. she gasped and shuddered beneath me. Her eyes fluttered as she kissed Faoril on the lips. Faoril’s hand caressed the virgin’s clit, sending spasms rippling through her pussy around my thick cock.

I growled, savoring the tight embrace. It was wonderful. I drew back and slowly pushed in, fighting my instincts to pound her hard. She wasn’t ready for that. Her hips squirmed as the pleasure swelled through her.

“Such a tight cunt,” I growled. “You love my cock, don’t you, slut.”

Linissi broke the kiss. “Slut…” She smiled. “I’m a slut. Mmm, this cock feels so nice. Oh, yes. My pussy loves it. I’m stuffed so full. Oh, yes. Oh, Pater’s cock, this is nice.”

“Let out that passion,” Faoril purred as she nibbled on the girl’s ear. “And don’t be afraid to tell him to go faster or harder.”

“He can go faster?” A shudder ran through Linissi. “Please, go faster. I love it. I can feel his cock and his piercing. Oh, yes. That’s so wonderful the way it caresses along my pussy.”

I fucked her faster, grunting as my balls smacked into her flesh. The girl writhed and bucked beneath me. Her youthful cunt kept a hot grip on me. The bed creaked as I ravished her. I drove my dick over and over into her pussy.

Her hands reached up, her fingers caressing the hard muscles of my chest. She traced the scars and her pussy tightened on my dick. She bucked and spasmed beneath me. Her little body trembled. She gasped in delight as she gripped me with her hot flesh.

Her fingernails bit into my flesh. “Oh,yes. Faoril. I think…I think.”

“Cum, you little cock-slut,” moaned Faoril. She rubbed harder on Linissi’s clit.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The virgin’s hot, tight pussy spasmed about my cock. The pleasure roared through me. I let out a growl at the bliss, fucking her harder and faster. My balls smacked into her flesh. She bucked into my thrusts, gasping and moaning.

“So good, I love it! I love being a cock-slut. Oh, yes. I love it. Oh, gods, yes. Please, keep thrusting that cock in me. I don’t ever want it to stop.”

“That’s right,” moaned Faoril. “Love his dick.”

Her pussy spasmed a second time on my dick. The bed groaned beneath the force of my thrusts. Her small body took it. I pounded her hot, tight glove. My voice growled through me as the pleasure swelled in my balls.

“I’m going to flood your cunt with so much cum, slut,” I growled. “You’re going to drown in it. Take it. Oh, yes. That’s it, whore. Take every inch of my shaft.”

Faoril whispered in Linissi’s ear.

“Really? Guys love to hear that?” squeaked the young girl.

Faoril grinned.

“Okay.” Linissi looked up at me. “Cum in my pussy! Please, flood it with all your cum. I need it.” her smile grew. “Ooh, I like this. Please, I need you to cum in me. I want to feel it squirting into my depths.”

“Flood her,” Faoril grinned at me. She leaned up and kissed me hard on the lips.

I growled into the kiss and buried my cock into the virgin’s pussy. My dick erupted. Linissi sang her enjoyment as blast after blast of my cum coated her pussy. She shuddered beneath me, her virgin pussy milking every last drop of my jizz.

“Oh, that was amazing,” groaned Linissi. A big grin crossed her lips. “Mmm, can he go again?”

“Oh, you are a little cock-slut,” laughed Faoril and kissed the virgin on the lips.

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Acolyte Sophia

The virgin trembled beside me. I was in agony as Angela, naked and wearing my dildo strapped to her waist, mounted the virgin. The candle still burned, coating the crack of my ass and pussy in wax. The stinging agony had faded, leaving me frustrated and desperate to cum.

And Alyiane the virgin was getting fucked.

I had a cruel, wicked mistress.

I stared into Alyiane’s eyes as her large breasts rose and fell. She was younger than me and had developed tits far larger than I ever would. I took her hand and smiled at her while a line of burning wax trickled across my lower back and down my side.

“You’ll love it,” I promised her.

I stared into the virgin’s eyes as she was deflowered. They widened and then the pleasure set it as Angela fucked her. Alyiane looked away and kissed Angela, their breasts pressed together, their bodies writing in the celebration of Saphique’s gift to womanhood.

I squirmed, my asshole gripping the candle and my pussy aching. Every movement rubbed the hardened wax covering my pussy against my sensitive bits, reminding me of just how badly I had to cum.

The bed rocked and creaked as they shared their passion. They gasped and screamed it out together. They were so beautiful. I smiled, envious of Alyiane and happy that Angela enjoyed popping her first cherry.

It was such a sweet gift to give a young woman.

“Oh, sweet Saphique,” Angela moaned. “Are you going to cum on my dildo?”

“Yes,” moaned Alyiane. “I love it. I want to be strong and sexy and powerful like you. I want to pop maidens cherries.”

Angela kissed her hard. The virgin shuddered and came, writhing beneath my mistress. I smiled at them, then bit my lip. Their moans and shared orgasm only made my pussy ache more. I fought the urge to let out a frustrated moan while the pair climaxed.

Angela smiled when she finished and glanced over at me. She grabbed the candle and snuffed out the flame. “I think you’ve suffered long enough.”

“It’s been such sweet torture,” I smiled as Angela moved behind me.

“You have my permission to cum,” Angela purred as she grasped the hardened wax between my thighs.

My orgasm exploded through me when she ripped the wax away. It had hardened around my folds and clit. Pain shot through my body. I writhed, embracing the pain rippling through my sensitive flesh and the pleasure bursting out of my pussy.

“So good,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.” My wrists pulled against the rope binding them to the headboard. My nipples rubbed into the coarse sheets. My pussy spasmed as juices exploded out of me.

“She came just from that?” gasped Alyiane. She stared at me in awe.

“Sophia is a slut with refined tastes,” Angela grinned right before she thrust the dildo deep into my still cumming pussy.

“I am, Mistress,” I shuddered as I was fucked from behind, Angela’s hard nipples brushing along my back as she fucked me. “And I’m so glad you find new treats for me to experience, Mistress.”

“Mistress,” Alyiane whispered. I think she liked the word. I hoped she would find a submissive woman to dominate. I bet she would be so happy.

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Xerathalasia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi

The four day trip from Esh-Esh to the first major town on the highway was uneventful. We kept attentive watch. Slata’s other two daughters were still hunting us. But the erinyes were cunning. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching us. I walked with Thrak through the peaceful lands of the Magery. The fields were green with maturing crops. The human farmers and peasants working in the fields would pause to watch us pass, their eyes wide in shock.

They must think we were a story come to life. A knight, a mage, a priestess, an elf, and an orc walking through their lands, clearly on an important errand where the entire fate of the world rested in the balance.

That same look of awe followed us into Lor-Khev. The humans in Southern Thosi were darker than their northern kin, intermarrying with the dusky Hazians on the other side of the Lesh-Ke mountains that dominated the southern horizon.

But there women were just as interested in elves.

I smiled, knowing I would find a generous maid to share my bed tonight. I had grown quite fond of human pussy in the almost two months since I left the forest behind. They had such a rich, salty musk, whether their pussies were more sweet, tart, tangy, or spicy. My pussy tingled as we made our way through town.

“The Merchant’s Rest looks like a serviceable inn,” Sophia said as she rode Purity. She nodded to the sign ahead. “More reputable than some of the places we passed.”

“Some of those places looked fun,” laughed Thrak. “I’m sure the entertainment is more…exotic.”

“You mean half-naked girls dancing on tables,” laughed Faoril. “You couldn’t take your eyes off that Hazian maid last night.”

“The way her hips moved,” Thrak shrugged. “I did not know it was possible.”

I nodded in agreement. The dancer had been breathtaking to watch. I wished I was in heat so I could have watched those hips swivel and writhe as she rode my cock. A treat Thrak no doubt enjoyed with Faoril.

“No, I think this inn will do just fine,” Sophia muttered, giving Thrak an annoyed look. The acolyte had also tried to seduce the dancer, but the Hazian woman preferred cock to cunt.

“It’s fine,” Angela nodded.

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Chaun

The audience in the common room of the Merchant’s Rest watched me in rapt attention as I sang and strung my lyre, barley paying attention to the salacious dancer hired by the proprietor to Halanian belly dancer on the central table. I had stayed in this town longer than I wanted, but Lady Delilah’s promise echoed in my mind.

And just as the woman predicted, Angela and her party walked into the common room. Lady Delilah almost had the date right. Eighteen days I waited for Angela. My stomach tensed but it did not effect my performance. I was trained at the Bardic College. I was a master of song and music. My fingers strummed along the lyre as I plotted my seduction.

First, I would have to remove her from her companions. I smiled and altered my song. It was a two pronged attack. I would lull Angela into a sleepy daze, prodding her to seek her room early while her companions I sent passionate, strumming music towards.

Playing two different melodies was a simple skill for one of my training. But to target specific people, that was something only a master of the Bardic College could produce.

Angela was a beautiful creature. I could not wait to feel her gasping and heaving beneath me. I needed to win her confidence.

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Lady Delilah – Outskirts of Lor-Khev

I lounged against the fence post and waited. The slaughtered cow before my feet filled the air with the coppery scent of blood. Flies hovered around the corpse. The scent should call to him. I had made arrangements for the Black Hound to meet me here.

Out of the darkness, a man appeared. He was naked, with a feral cast to his face, though his most startling feature was his midnight-black skin. Far darker than in Halanian living in the desert across the Nimborgoth. And the texture was rough, leathery. His eyes were yellow and hungry.

“My lady,” grinned the Black Hound, his teeth sharp.

Though he looked human, he wasn’t. He was a barguest, a race of shape-changers, switching from human to hound at their whim. A fairy queen had cursed their ancestor thousands of years ago . She merged an offensive man with his vicious hound. Black Hound had lived longer than most of his ilk and over the centuries had sired quite the pack.

“Did you bring your pack, Black Hound?” I asked.

Other yellow eyes glinted in the darkness. “You didn’t bring us enough to feed my entire pack.”

“There’s plenty to eat in the town,” I answered, pointed towards Lor-Khev.

“Attacking a town is risky business,” the Black Hound answered.

“So is breaking your word to my husband.”

“Who has been dead a long time.”

“But your oath still holds you, cur,” I snarled, my voice cracking. “I will enforce its terms.”

Fear entered the barguest’s yellow eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could always tell when a dog was afraid. A pity the fairy queen hadn’t used a wolf. Then barguests would truly be dangerous. But a pack of curs would serve my purpose.

“I will obey the oath,” the Black Hound snarled. “After we eat, we shall attack.”

I smiled. Chaun would need help to win Angela’s trust. I had no doubt Angela and her allies would fend off the barguests. They were a powerful group. I watched the barguests slink forward and tear into the cow. The smell of fresh blood made me hunger, too.

But I could control my appetites.

To be continued…

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Foreword: In the months after meeting Amy, life changed in many ways. Usually when a man meets a woman and makes a commitment however small, life usually calms some. Not for Bear, Amy took a Wildman and enhanced his wild. In one traditional way they bonded, she became his and together they did everything better. Most of Bears’ life was outside the “box” Amy enhanced that as well.

The Life Ch 3 European Adventure
By Jax_Teller

Amy and I got along very well that first year; she had unique ideas that helped in my business situations. She was also very good at budgeting, saving money and investing money, so well in fact that I had a retirement fund. This was all done separate from military pensions and such. As a sexual creature she was an exhibitionist and switch dominant submissive. When with me she was a true submissive, but she also liked to control others, especially females. She was absolutely cruel sometimes.

We had been riding in Europe for a few months and met some wonderful people along the way. We hadn’t worked in 2 months and didn’t need to either. We had been staying in a town called Vallista. It was a tourist vacation spot, white sandy beaches, and a carnival attitude year round. We found ourselves going to one club in particular that was a sexually explicit specialty place. It could be roughly compared to a strip bondage club in the states. The difference being it wasn’t considered abhorrent or freaky. There were rooms with windows and curtains available to have private play or pubic display. There were open dance areas where clothing was optional. A large stage with a sort of perverse performance art was the main attraction. On stage there were several couples naked having intercourse to a selection of music with a heavy beat (The Art of Noise). The next act was a very funny poetic comedian. It looked like American standup comedy, but the woman was naked and used her nudity as part of her act. With all these different things going on it was surreal in that the nudity or open sexuality wasn’t the main focus. The place was very well behaved and totally off the wall at the same time. If you were observant you would notice some folks just meeting and then having sex right in the open floor areas or going to a private room. Couches and tables lined the exterior walls and provided a pleather of perverse couplings. There were gamming areas were billiards, darts or other games were available.

There was a whole other club under the same roof where electronic gaming was taken to the limit. Multi-player game rooms had leather recliners that moved with the action and had sound built in. Large screens and music played nonstop. It was the most sophisticated gaming facility I had ever seen and reviled the flight and battle simulators in the military. It was like an adult playground. The club had a security force that was discrete, above the law and yet respectful. Amy and I had enjoyed the first visit mostly watching others and taking in the totality of the show.

The second night I told Amy I wanted her to be at my service for the evening. She was very excited at the opportunity. When we arrived we rented a room that had various bondage and torture stations setup. Oddly enough it reminded me of going to the youth center and renting the sporting equipment. The room had high ceilings and resembled an expensive study. The wood work perfectly put together and finished to look like it was all one piece of wood. The wallpaper that resembled cloth was very ornate as well. The old world authenticity was even more appreciated because of the technology. There were switches and directions to do a lot more than we needed. There were electric hoists and lighting and sound boards. It was an amazing combination of high quality old and new blended to perfection.

We left the curtains and the double door open. I placed red rope barriers around the area I planned on using and on the dry erase board at the door, I wrote in english “feel free to observe but please do not disturb during performances.” I ordered Amy to remove her clothes and fold them as prescribed. Then we did a short Kata type stretching routine designed to limber us both up. I secured Amy to a wooden cross, her facing the cross. Discretely I checked her circulation and pulse taking the opportunity to run my hands over her nakedness. She was doing well as expected. I pulled a cart over to the cross that had a wide variety of floggers, whips, paddles and other impact tools. I proceeded to use several lighter floggers as a tickling / teasing implements.

Amy was getting into the watchers comments and sounds but was starting to get frustrated at my slow pace. I moved onto a simple wooden paddle. It was simple by design, but had grooves 3/16th of an inch deep into the striking surface. The handle was leather wrapped jell and it was very comfortable to hold and had little impact to the person using it. Amy jumped as I struck her bare ass the first time. The floggers had barely pinked up the skin on her back and butt. This paddle made a loud cracking sound on impact. I administered 10 rather hard whacks on her ass cheeks with the paddle and then put it away. Her ass was sufficiently bright red in color. I ran my hand over her ass lightly, checking her skin and reminding her of the burning skin.

I looked over at another display cart that had a warning about electricity. I knew all too well the capabilities’ of those items. I chose a Violet Wand with a spider web configured head. I turned it on and ran it over my hand. Amy tensed slightly and relaxed recognizing the sound of the wand sparkling across my hand. I stepped close to her and checked her pulse and circulation; I whispered in her ear that there were more hard dicks in the room than the Navy docks when a ship came home from a 6 month deployment.

She said thank you Sir~ for the visual. I touched the wand to the inside of her leg just above the ankle and slowly dragged the web of the wand up her leg to a few inches of her bald pussy. As the wand glazed the skin it sparkled and little wisps of sparks jumped. I put the wand aside and I used my hand to spank her butt cheeks and then repeated the motion of the wand on her other leg. She seemed drawn to the electricity. I ran it over most of her body staying away from her sex and heart sensitive areas. As I pulled the wand away from her to put it away she cried out please Sir~. I knew she wanted release, to orgasm. I denied her the orgasm, and said suffer slut, to which she had a pouty look of anticipation.

I took a pair of nipple clamps from the electric station and snugged them on her nipples and did the same with a second set to the outer lips of her pussy and a fifth clamp on her clit. I turned the dial knob to the second lowest setting knowing she could handle it. She jumped slightly but wiggled as she settled back into position. I took a string of simple plastic clamps similar to clothes pins but more task specific. These clamps were attached to each other by wires and had conductive skin like material on the ends. I placed them along the inside of her thighs. She was so close to her orgasm. I used the instrument panel to change the pattern and frequency of the shocks. I placed my hand on her shoulder and once again checked her pulse and her circulation.
She was ready, and the crowd that formed was mesmerized by our show. I turned the dial up two notches and she reacted and as she calmed herself, I began slowly pulling the clamps from her thighs and told her to come. As I removed the clamps the frequency of the remaining clamps increased with each clamp removed. The word wasn’t fully spoken when I felt her juices flowing down her thighs. She was sobbing and convulsing in orgasm. As she came down from her orgasm I began to release her from the cross, slowly and deliberately being careful. As she was freed I turned the both of us to face the crowd and held her to my leg petting her head and running my hand over her hair. The crowd applauded. Some of the obvious submissives came over to us and asked to touch Amy. I said they could. They knelt to her level and one hugged her, another stroked her hair and yet another lightly kissed her on the lips. The others people that came closer in said nice job and such.

A few comments were spoke in a language I didn’t recognize. This was the first time we had “performed” for a crowd together. I told the few still around that we’d be doing more soon. I checked her pulse, color, and breathing and decided Amy had recovered enough to stand and I helped her up. One remaining submissive female also helped her, but kept looking to me or I should say at me. Amy upon standing gave the girl a hug and squeeze and told her to come by and visit with us later, if she was allowed. We conversed with quite a few people and as they disbursed, I told Amy to get into her String bikini. She complied and we left our room to mingle.

As we intermingled the crowded club people were complimenting us on the show. I saw the submissive that Amy had spoken to and we moved to that area. It was an open floor area that was roped off and Sheila was kneeling obviously meditating. She seemed to be alone but a female who looked to be her twin entered the area. She barked at Sheila to stand. Marla announced that they encouraged comments and suggestions during the performance. Marla taped her finger on an odd looking stool. Sheila moved into a position on the stool that left her face down and ass up and exposed. Marla spanked her with her hand until the redness was visible. As soon as Marla finished, they exchanged positions, and Shelia administered an identical spanking. Nearing the end someone of the viewer’s said use your thumb to fuck her.

When the spanking was done Sheila unceremoniously shoved her thumb in Marlas’ pussy and began fucking her vigorously. After a quick small orgasm they switched positions and Marla fucked Sheila to orgasm. They stood holding hands and bowed to the crowd, and said in unison that the sisters will be back later on. Sisters, that was their quark, Sheila came over to us and introduced themselves. Then she turned to Marla and said this was the couple I told you about. Sheila wrote on a note pad and handed me the note and said it was a restaurant they often went to after preforming and if we were available later on they would like us to join them for dinner. I said we’d love to and we hugged briefly and then we moved on taking in all the sights and sounds before returning to our room.

I did one more scene with Amy using low temp wax and edge play. I dragged the edge of a rather ominous lethal looking knife along the skin between the wax drippings. In reality the knife’s edge was not truly sharp, just looked it. Our second performance was well received as was the first, and we spent some time talking and packing our things to leave. I saw The Sisters leaving and nodded my head to Amy so she would know my intent. We hailed a taxi and gave the driver the note with the restaurant name on it, the rough burly driver with pitted face looked up in the mirror and said yes sir.

We pulled up to this building that looked as though it had been drawn from an old sketch book of Early European history. It had low lights and a sign in several languages, that seemed to blend the texts of the different languages. The driver opened the door for us and I paid him in American dollars, which he looked confused, as if he’d have to make change. I said keep the change and he said oh thank you sir, thank you. He stepped up to the door of the restaurant and held the door for us.

The End Pt 3

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Helena and Daphne face off.

Chapter 7

The panel broke free of the ceiling and struck a student, the corner cutting him from his temple to the middle of his forehead and sending blood pouring onto the floor. Everyone in the hallway was either left petrified or frantic, hearing the crash and the cry of pain. Thane was there, still taking pictures of the school and now finding something to photograph. This was no coincidence. In the crowd, Daphne licked her lips in sadistic ecstasy. She had dreamed of having power like this since she was a little girl, the power to cause havoc and inflict harm. She could feel it bubbling within her, the Antichrist’s energy, like a fetus developing in her womb. Down the hall, Thane raised his camera above his head and snapped a picture, and once it was developed, he would see a dark figure amongst the students, unidentifiable but unmistakable.

This was the second accident today, but the only that the school would pay attention to. It was time to move on, and she knew exactly who to victimize.

Screaming and clutching her hand, Helena fell off her stool with the whole class watching. She was in Chemistry, doing a group experiment with the other students at the table, when the glass beaker atop the hotplate had suddenly shattered and sprayed her hand with boiling water. With her skin molting into stinging blisters, Helena tried to look through her tears as the teacher rushed to her aid. While all the students in class were whispering amongst themselves, Daphne sat in the back of the room, trying to hold in her laugh as black sparks crackled around her fingertips.

Nearly delirious from the pain of her burns and trying not to cry, Helena staggered into the infirmary with the help of the teacher. Seeing the state of the student, the school nurse bolted up from her desk.

“Sister Ellie, Ms. O’Connor has been badly burned!” the teacher exclaimed.

The nurse hurriedly began applying burn ointment to Helena’s hand, making her gasp in relief. Just the feel of the cool cream sent shivers up her spine from the decimation of her agony, but the pain was still intense. As the nun began wrapping her in bandages, she looked around at the row of beds in the student ward next door. There was only one other student there, currently asleep on a cot, but her sleeping face hit Helena like a punch to the gut.

“Sophie!”

Pulling herself away from the nun, she ran through the small auditorium to her unconscious roommate, leaving beyond a trail of ointment-soaked bandages. She grasped Sophie’s hand with both of hers, wincing from the agitation of her burns. “Sophie! Sophie! Are you ok? Wake up!”

Sophie stirred slightly but didn’t open her eyes.

Sister Ellie strode over and gently pulled her away. “She just fainted, she’ll be fine. We’re going to have her sleep here tonight so we can keep an eye on her. Come on, we need to finish bandaging your hand.”

Helena reluctantly let go of Sophie and returned to the office so that her hand could be wrapped up. As the end of the cotton line was taped, the entrance to the infirmary opened and Xavier limped in. Seeing him, Helena’s hair nearly stood on end from her rage. Had he done this? Had he done this to her and Sophie?!

“Excuse me, nurse? I slipped down the stairs and I think I sprained my ankle.”

“Oh Lord, I got students dropping like flies. Both of you pick a bed and get some rest. Lad, I’ll bring you an icepack and something to dull the pain until you can move.”

Shooting him a dirty look, Helena strode past Xavier and lied down on the bed next to Sophie’s, cradling her burned hand. Xavier picked a cot on the other side of the room, and the nurse brought him an icepack and some pills. As soon as she returned to her office, Xavier snapped his fingers. A metaphysical black curtain sealed off the room, separating the nurse’s office from the auditorium, then vanished. Xavier had just soundproofed the room, and to anyone looking in, nothing would look out of the ordinary. His movements hidden from the nurse, he climbed out of bed and walked over to Helena, discarding the limp he had used earlier.

“Let me see your injuries.”

“Fuck off, I don’t want you admiring your handiwork.”

Since she had already cursed Sister Olivia, she saw no point in keeping a civil tongue around Xavier. Besides, God would forgive her.

Sighing in annoyance, he sat on the edge of Sophie’s bed. “You idiot, why do you think I’m here? I sensed you had been hurt and wanted to make sure you were ok.”

This was the last thing Helena had expected Xavier to say. This concern, this kindness… Before, he always seemed to be in control of every situation, but now he seemed like he had been completely blindsided. The look on his face and his gentle tone made her blush, regardless of her feelings.

“Well… what about Sophie? Did you do that as well?”

“Yeah, but relax. It’s just slight case of anemia. She’ll be right as rain tomorrow. Now let me see your hand.”

Normally, Xavier’s confession would leave her struggling to contain her rage, but it was the fact he had been so bluntly honest that left her fury unable to ignite. Plus, if it was really nothing more than anemia, there wasn’t much of a point of getting mad. There were plenty of other ways he could have knocked her out. It seemed he just needed her out of the way, rather than hurt. She slowly sat up and held out her hand, letting him gently unravel the bandages that the nurse had just put on her.

“So what exactly happened? Judging by the way it’s wrapped and the ointment applied, I’m guessing that you were burned somehow.”

“I was in Chemistry and hot beaker broke. Considering all the things you put me through, I’m surprised you’d care about something like this.”

Having removed the bandages, he gently wiped away the ointment, holding her delicate hand like an icy rose. He brought it to his lips and blew on her blistered fingers as if to warm them with his breath on a cold day. Helena gave a small moan of relief as she felt the burns disappear, as if the molted tissue was being blown off like dust and revealing untouched skin underneath.

“Helena, I am a twisted man. Your mind, body, and soul belong to me and I enjoy making you suffer in my little games. I love that look on your face when you’re bound in ropes, I love the sound you make when I violate you, and I love the heartache of guilt and revulsion you feel when I make you do things that you consider sinful.” He then kissed her hand and looked into her eyes, wearing the same kind smile as when she had jumped off the diving board. “But of all the terrible things I’ve done to you and will continue to do until you finally give in to me, I will never, ever hurt you, aside from maybe the seal I left on you, but that’s the exception. After all, I still intend to make you my queen and my bride, and when I do, I will protect you and make you smile for the rest of your life.”

Helena pulled her hand away from Xavier’s and stood up. The fluttering of her heart scared her more than his words. She looked at her hand, completely undamaged, with her skin still as soft as silk. Should she… thank him? No, not after everything he had been through.

She looked back at him, using her anger and impatience to quell the strange feelings now burning within her. “What is my task for today? The card told me just to wait. What am I supposed to do?”

Xavier smiled and turned back to Sophie. “Well since Sophie will spend the night here, I want you to sleep in her bed tonight.”

“So you’re Lily? It’s nice to meet you.”

Lily didn’t immediately respond, unable to look up into Daphne’s eyes. She had watched her boyfriend fuck this girl and now she was just talking to her like it was nothing? Not only that, but this woman had stood over her and smiled as Lily licked Xavier’s cum out of her pussy.

“Yeah… it’s… it’s nice to meet you.”

“Xavier talks about you all the time. He says you’re the prettiest girl in the world and the perfect girlfriend. You’re the most important person in the world to him.”

The knot in Lily’s stomach loosened. Strange as it was, finding someone who knew about her relationship with Xavier was comforting, and it helped to have someone else tell her that Xavier loved her.

“Really? He does?”

“Of course, and I just think your relationship is the sweetest thing ever. Xavier told me that you were a little tense after our first meeting and asked me to come and clear the air. How about you and I find somewhere private where we can talk?”

Taking Lily by the hand so that she couldn’t resist, she pulled her across campus to an isolated spot behind one of the elementary school buildings. Daphne gently pushed her against the ball, tossing her and Lily’s book bags aside.

“Xavier and I have been fucking for years. You know, just to play around. What you to have is serious, so I’m a little curious about you.”

She started fondling Lily’s underdeveloped body, making her whine in embarrassment.

“Stop! What are you doing?!”

“Come on, haven’t you ever wanted to try it with a girl? Besides, you’ve already licked Xavier’s sperm out of my cunt.”

Keeping Lily pressed against the wall, Daphne hiked up her skirt and jammed her hand into her panties. She cried out as the stranger molested her, inserting her fingers into the place only Xavier was allowed to touch. She tried to push Daphne away, but the upperclassman had a firm hold on her, plus Lily could not work up much strength while she was being fingered.

“No! Please!”

“Come on, you know you like it. Take it like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

Lily stopped resisting, though she looked no less miserable. The phrase “good girl” had triggered her submissive obedience to Xavier.

‘Wow, Xavier wasn’t kidding when he said he had broken her spirit. He’s got her trained like Pavlov’s dog.’

Daphne grabbed Lily’s face and began kissing her, her fingers pumping back and forth in her pussy while her tongue slithered in her mouth. Even after going down on Daphne back in Xavier’s room, Lily wanted to scream in revulsion from kissing a girl. Her body was reacting to the molestation, but she held no attraction for women. Daphne didn’t care. Like Xavier, she loved violating girls, and the more unwilling they were, the better. Getting more aggressive, Daphne pulled her fingers out of Lily and jammed them into her mouth, forcing them so far into her throat she almost gagged. “Yeah, take it, you little slut.”

She then stepped back and ripped off her shirt and her bra. Grabbing Lily, she forced her face into her chest, smothering her with her tits. Once again, Lily tried to push Daphne off her, overwhelmed with the sensation of the fleshy water balloons against her face and desperate for air.

“Come on, suck on them.”

Tears streaming down her face, Lily wrapped her lips around Daphne’s nipples and began pulling on them, all while Daphne slapped and spat on her. Once her breasts were thoroughly painted with Lily’s saliva, Daphne forced her to the ground and fully undressed. With Lily on her back, Daphne settled on top of her, sitting on her face. Openly crying, Lily began licking Daphne’s pussy just like before, while struggling to find room to breathe. She hated herself for what she was doing, how this woman was degrading her. She tried to remain brave as Daphne ripped off her skirt and panties, revealing her tight little slit, wet and glistening from being fingered. Daphne began smacking her pussy, making Lily tense up and cross her legs from the stinging pain. She was aiming straight for her clitoris, striking it like she was trying to kill a fly.

Loving her control over the pathetic whelp, Daphne changed her position, getting into a crab walk and rubbing her ass against Lily’s face. “Come on, lick my asshole! Lick it!”

Not having the will to fight back, Lily began swirling her tongue around Daphne’s anus, working it inside her while Daphne played with herself. She could barely breathe, but at this point, she wouldn’t mind dying. After a minute, Daphne got up off Lily. Without her victim watching, she used the powers Xavier had given her to materialize a large strap-on dildo. Securing herself in the harness, she flipped Lily onto her stomach and got on top of her. “Let’s see how well you can take a cock.”

Lily murmured a small plea for mercy and then screamed as Daphne forced the dildo into her asshole without any kind of lubrication. Daphne rammed it in all the way and then lifted herself up. Pushing Lily’s face into the ground, she began heaving her body and dropping it, fucking Lily’s asshole with obvious cruelty. Lily whined with each brutal thrust, her tears blurring her vision and her mouth filled with the taste of dirt and grass. Over and over again, her small body shook with each insertion of the toy, making her feel like her asshole was going to tear open. But beyond the pain, it was humiliating, getting brutally sodomized while face down in the dirt. She didn’t know how long Daphne raped her, it felt like hours listening to her laugh in her ear while she herself cried in pain, but she eventually got up, removed the strap-on, and forced it into Lily’s mouth like a pacifier.

“Wow, you really are a good girl. I wish you and Xavier a long and happy life together.”

Giggling, Daphne got dressed and left Lily there, curled up in the fetal position with the dildo still in her mouth and her anus bleeding. Crossing the campus, Daphne was spun around as Xavier grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside, just as she had done to Lily.

“What is it? What did I do? If this is about that girl, you said I could play with her!”

Xavier glared at her, a look of anger on his face that she never wanted to see again. “You and Helena have Chemistry together. Did you cause that burn on her hand?”

The question made Daphne give a double take. “O’Connor? What does that bitch have to do with this?”

“Answer the question!”

“Yes! I made the beaker shatter! You told me to cause trouble, so I thought I’d give her what she had coming!”

“Don’t you dare hurt her again! Ever!”

Daphne’s face became red with anger. “Why?! Why would you care about that stuck-up psycho?”

“Because I have chosen her to be my queen when I take over this world! She is the one I will make my wife and you will bow to her when that day comes!”

Forgetting who she was talking to, Daphne exploded. “Never! I’ll never bow to her and I’ll never accept her! This is bullshit! You can’t just—”

Xavier swung his arm and sent four chains bursting from the ground, made of the same ethereal light as her collar. Securing themselves to that shackle, they pulled her to her knees.

“I think you and I need to clarify our relationship. You are not my partner or my equal. You are my servant and I am your master. You don’t get a say in what I do and you don’t get to question me. Whether you like it or not, Helena will be my queen and you will obey her just as you obey me. If I tell you to you to kiss her feet, you will do it like it’s your favorite thing in the world. Understood?” Daphne simply glared at him. “Understood?” he asked again, his face inches from hers with his eyes literally burning.

“Yes, Master.”

Helena stared at Sophie’s empty bed like it was a dead animal on the side of the road. The sheets and blankets had all been changed since the last time Xavier had been there, but still… a lot of things had happened in this bed, none of them good. But this was the easiest trial Xavier had given her. She didn’t have to do anything but lie down and sleep. Sighing in resignation, she removed her skirt and blouse and climbed into bed. The dorm rooms at this school were perfectly symmetrical, so it felt a little strange to be sleeping on the other side of the room with the wall to her right. The bed smelled like Sophie, but Helena didn’t mind.

The lights turned off and her alarm clock set, Helena lay on her back and waited for sleep to come. Easier said than done. Her mind refused to settle and her body would not relax. She stared at the ceiling, telling herself again and again that this was the same view Sophie had whenever Xavier raped her. Her friend would look up and cry, seeing that exact same section of plaster tiles while the Antichrist had his way with her. What had she thought about? What were the thoughts and feelings rushing through her mind during those horrific nights?

She knew exactly why Xavier was making her do this: he wanted to make her curious as to what Sophie had gone through, but she couldn’t help but follow with his plan. Just like when she had watched that porno, she wondered what it had felt like to have sex, even if Xavier’s way with Sophie had been violent and horrific. Taking away all the bad stuff, all the fear and pain from being violated, what did it feel like when Sophie had intercourse with Xavier? If Sophie had been willing or even eager let Xavier use her body, what would it feel like?

‘Oh God, please don’t let Xavier come here tonight. That’s what he’s going to do, isn’t it? He’s going to show me what Sophie experienced by doing the exact same thing to me!’

She could already picture it, him holding himself over her, that sadistic smirk of conquest on his face. She swung her arm at the empty space he would have occupied, dispelling the figment of her imagination like it was a puff of smoke. She suddenly stopped, her body so still it was as if she had been flash-frozen. She was staring at her hand, outstretched before her and wrapped up. Since everyone knew she had been burned and she couldn’t simply say that the Antichrist had healed her, she would have to keep it bandaged it for a while, simply for appearances. What he had told her in the infirmary was ringing in her mind like church bells.

‘He’s done a lot of bad things to me, but it’s true that he’s never actually hurt me, aside from maybe that brand collar. Sophie always screamed in agony when Xavier used his flames on her, but they weren’t painful at all to me. Did he do that on purpose to protect me? He said that he would never, ever hurt me. That’s right, he won’t just rape me like he did to Sophie. He wants to win my heart and have me give him my virginity willingly. I will never love a twisted monster like him, no matter what… but at least I can say that he could be worse.’

Yawning, she tightened the blankets around herself and rolled onto her side, her hands to her lips as if in prayer, at last falling asleep to the smell of the bandages.

Sister Olivia kneeled at her bed, praying for God to protect her from the horrible nightmare she had suffered the night before. Dream or not, she didn’t know if she could survive being raped like that again. Hopefully, after a good night’s sleep, she would regain her nerve and put her students back in their place. Certain she had secured her soul against evil, she climbed into bed and went to sleep. Xavier soon retrieved her for another night of fun.

Helena zoomed through the water of the school pool, passing by her fellow students like they were dogs swimming for the first time. Her task for the day was to watch another porno and masturbate to it. She wasn’t looking forward to it, but she had to remind herself that it could always be worse. Besides, unlike the ropes, that DVD player stashed in her book bag wasn’t hindering her movements in the pool. She had managed to convince the coach that swimming wouldn’t agitate her “wounded” hand, and her burns or ointment wouldn’t contaminate the water. Having slept well through the night and now enjoying one of her favorite hobbies, she at last felt like things were right in the world.

Two rows down, Daphne was watching her with truly indescribable rage. Of all people, why did Xavier have to pick Helena to be his queen?! ‘She doesn’t deserve it, that uptight bitch! He already fucked me and gave me his power! I should be the one he marries! Me! ME! I should be his queen! That zealot cunt should just drop dead!’

The class soon ended, with all of the girls heading back to the locker room to shower off and get dressed. Daphne was the last to go in, her eyes lit with bloodlust. All of the other students had already left, but with only a study hall after this, Helena was allowing herself to enjoy the shower and thoroughly wash off the chlorine.

“Hey!”

Helena turned around and Daphne slammed her against the wall, squeezing her breast brutally hard. She cried out in pain and tried to push Daphne off her, both girls naked.

“Ah! What the hell are you doing?!”

“Stay away from Xavier, you bitch! He’s mine!”

Helena’s eyes widened. “What did you just say?”

“I’m going to be his queen, not you! I’ll show you what happens when you get in my way! If Xavier hasn’t popped your cherry, I’ll break you in for him!”

Daphne began working her fingers into Helena, and at that moment, every cell in her body seemed to line up, making her feel like she was made of Kevlar.

“Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t you ever touch me!”

Pulling back her arm, she punched Daphne in the face as hard as she could, sending her sprawling back with a broken nose. Pushing off against the wall, Helena hurled herself at her long-time nemesis and began beating her wildly with her fists. Hitting the opposing wall of the shower room, Daphne ducked to the side to dodge Helena’s punch.

Helena stood over her, cracking her knuckles. “Of all the girls in this school to pick a fight with, you picked the wrong one.”

Daphne’s eyes became black with unholy energy. “Right back at you.”

She tackled Helena, knocking her to the slippery ground and sitting on top of her. Helena shifted her head to the side, barely dodging a downward punch. Daphne’s fist smashed the concrete floor like it was Styrofoam.

‘Oh my god, she’s not human! What did Xavier do to make her like this?!’

Grabbing her arm, Helena pushed against Daphne’s elbow to force her to roll off to the side. Helena got to her feet and spun around on the slick floor to deliver a kick to Daphne’s jaw, sending her staggering out of the shower and crashing one of the benches. She stood up, her body rippling as the dark power began to destabilize from her rage. Her face contorted, her teeth becoming like needles and her cheeks disappearing. She sent her arm rocketing towards Helena, the limb stretching like rubber with claws at the tips of her fingers. Helena ducked out of the way, gaining a large cut across the shoulder but otherwise avoiding damage.

With blood running down her chest, she bolted up and charged towards Daphne. Any normal human would run or be utterly petrified, but Helena was too pissed off to feel anything but the ravenous desire to beat her opponent. She had known since the night Xavier enslaved her that she would have to fight a battle like this someday, so there was no point in feeling fear. Her mind had become as focused as a laser, blocking out the pain in her shoulder and the absence of her clothes. She saw only openings in Daphne’s transforming body and variables in the locker room: slippery floors, hard lockers, and benches occupying space.

“You’re not Xavier, but you’ll do! I’ll purge this school of your unholy existence!”

She sent her fist rocketing towards Daphne and struck her in the eye.

The mutating girl shook off the injury. “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID CUNT!”

Grabbing Helena by the arm, she picked her up and tossed her at the nearby row of sinks. Helena nearly blacked out from the impact and could feel the mirrors shattering against her back. Daphne charged and delivered a wall-crunching punch, but avoiding the strike, Helena lashed out and slammed a handful of mirror shards into Daphne’s face, blinding her in one eye. Staggering back, Daphne gave an inhuman cry of pain, and taking advantage of the opening, Helena unleashed another barrage of punches, striking Daphne over and over again with her bleeding fists.

After the sixth punch, Daphne swung her arm and delivered five cuts across Helena’s stomach, almost deep enough to rip open her torso cavity. This was an injury that Helena could not ignore, and distracted by the pain, she could not stop Daphne from again grabbing her and hurling her across the room, this time into a row of lockers. The metal crumpled easily against her body, but Helena was spitting up blood when she hit the ground. One of the lockers opened up and something fell out, landing on her back and making her wince in pain. Wait, it was a floor hockey club!

Feeling her second wind coming on, Helena got to her feet with the club in her hand. Daphne lunged with a monstrous scream, but Helena knocked aside her mutating arm and struck her upside the head with the club, hitting her so hard that the hooked end broke off. Undeterred, Helena spun the broken end around in her hand and stabbed Daphne in the side of the neck with the broken end. A kick to the stomach sent the she-beast back, but the wounds inflicted were meaning less and less with each passing second as the darkness within her continued to twist her body into an abomination.

Screaming like a banshee, Daphne leaped across the room towards Helena, but before she could deliver her strike, an invisible power slammed her against the wall with enough force to crush half her skeleton. Xavier was standing in the doorway of the locker room, his coat now a curtain of black flames surging around him.

“DAPHNE!” he snarled.

He strode over to her, the pathetic wretch raising a hand and begging him to mercy. His eyes dark with cruelty, he kicked her arm aside and began stomping on her. “How dare you lay so much as a finger on her?! I warned you! I told you what she meant to me! A rabid bitch like you isn’t worthy to be my servant!”

The black flames around him then vanished as Helena tackled him, clutching his arm for support while in her injured state. “No! Don’t kill her!”

He looked down at her, confused. “After what she did to you? I can’t allow anyone who would hurt you to live.”

Tears were streaming down her bloodied face. “She was always mean, but you’re the one who made her into a monster!”

Xavier sighed. “As you wish.”

He snapped his fingers and Daphne’s body began to return to normal, the dark powers he had given her stabilizing while he healed her body. He then turned to Helena. “I swear to you, I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted you to be harmed.”

She glared at him with indescribable fury. “Yeah, well, even you can’t always get what you want, especially when you pull shit like this!”

Swallowing her pride, Helena reluctantly allowed Xavier to heal her, at which point, she got dressed and left the locker room without so much as a glance or word to him. Having told Helena he wouldn’t kill Daphne, he gave her one last chance and allowed her to resume being his servant. For the next few days, things continued on like this. Daphne continued on causing trouble around the school and around Thane, and Helena performed every trial Xavier assigned her, though he did give her the gift of space.

Standing at his desk in his dorm room, Thane looked through the hundreds of pictures he had taken, collecting all of the shots with the dark figure. Ever since he had started photographing the school, a lot of accidents had been occurring, and there was plenty of variance among the victims and the locations. One morning, an elementary school student could accidentally lose a finger to the paper cutter, and in that same afternoon, a college student could fall off a ladder in the university library. The largest percentage of victims was the high school students, and those accidents often occurred when he was nearby.

‘I can’t accept this as coincidence. This being must be aware that I am looking for it and is trying to make me chase it. But if I wonder if they know how close they’ve allowed me to get.’

He again looked through the photographs of the entity. Since every picture only displayed a black figure, Thane had begun trying to take mental photographs of every scene before taking the actual photograph. With all the pictures he took and the problem of crowds, it was next to impossible to remember individual faces, but one thing he had at least accomplished was memorizing the uniforms. He remembered there being a female student standing in the position of the dark figure every time he took a picture, and even with the large margin for error considering the holes in his memory, he was certain the figure was a girl.

But there was a problem with that. Half of the accidents occurred between classes, when the hallways of every building were flooded with students. The other half occurred randomly throughout the day, during classes. He was certain that this entity was masquerading as a female student, but what if it wasn’t a student actually enrolled? He had originally assumed it to be some kind of human that was causing it because of how well the evil was contained and hidden, but it could also be some kind of demonic entity, new to him or at the very least more powerful than the kinds he regularly dealt with, and could disguise itself as a student however it wanted like a chameleon.

If this was true, then it meant trouble. If the perpetrator weren’t a real student, but merely a wolf in sheep’s clothing hiding amongst the herd, then it would be all the more difficult to hunt it down. It wouldn’t have an identity that could be discovered and lead to its finding. But there was another possibility. Just because classes were in progress didn’t mean students were chained to their desks. In just the high school buildings alone, there could be a hundred students in the halls for bathroom breaks or trips to the infirmary, not to mention truants who skipped class all together.

He turned to a manila envelope beside him, given to him by Father Hauser. It contained the attendance records for the last several days. Looking through it, he saw a name that caught his eye. She had been absent or late quite often lately, many times when an accident took place, and had even been the victim at one point, though for all he knew, she could have done it to exclude herself from suspicion.

“Hmmm, Helena O’Connor. I think it’s time for you to have a talk with a few teachers.”

“Helena, are you ok? You look really sick.”
The question was asked by one of her friends in the cafeteria during breakfast the next morning. Helena was blushing, her breathing was quick, and her movements were slower than usual. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
The reason for her condition was the trial of the day that Xavier had set up for her. Her panties had some kind of curse on them that would make them vibrate with extreme intensity against her pussy, making her feel like she had a silenced phone hidden in her underwear and it was being called every minute. This continuous tickle was driving her crazy, making her wish she could touch herself and break that orgasmic threshold. Every time she tried, her cotton panties would become like steel, keeping her fingers out as if she were wearing a chastity belt. The stimulation was torturous, too strong for her to simply ignore, but too weak to trigger the orgasm she so desperately wanted.
‘I’d give my right hand to be able to masturbate right now. Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me?!’

She looked around and spotted Daphne a few tables away. The two women made eye contact and Helena could sense the bloodlust, as well as the fear. If she did anything to Helena, anything at all, Xavier would kill her very slowly. Helena also liked to think that she had shown Daphne that even without some unholy powers, she was not someone who could be killed easily.

“Helena O’Connor, please come to the Disciplinary Committee office. Helena O’Connor, please come to the Disciplinary Committee office.”
The announcement of the intercom shook her from her dazed attempt to focus. She was sitting in math class, not even bothering to pay attention to the teacher, but working to just keep from losing her mind to the haunting stimulation of her vagina. She didn’t know if it was really her panties vibrating or something else, but if it continued on any longer, she was going to pass out.

‘Goddammit, what now?’

Grumbling in annoyance, she got up from her seat and walked to the door, and as she passed him, she made eye contact with Xavier. It was one of the classes they shared. She could see a clear reaction in him, just from looking in his eyes. He didn’t appear alarmed or even worried, but he was intrigued. He knew something was going on and he was eager to see what would happen. She could hear him talking to her, as if he was inside her skull. It was the collar, connecting them.

‘Don’t stray too far.’

Hearing him speak to her in this manner did not surprise her. After the things she had seen and experienced, she just considered it another aspect of this rivalry.

The walk to the disciplinary office was long and difficult. Helena’s legs felt like jelly, and she had to stop at the bathroom to clean herself from the… “runoff”… of her unwanted arousal. She wondered what it was that the Disciplinary Committee wanted with her. She hadn’t caused any trouble in the past few days, not since her fight with Daphne. Xavier had fixed up everything in the locker room, so she was sure it wasn’t about that. Was it because she still hadn’t settled things with Sister Olivia? Was she going to be suspended or even expelled? But then… why wasn’t Xavier called in with her?

She soon arrived and in the waiting area sat Thane. He was staring at her intently, having known that there was something about her from the moment she entered the room. The receptionist directed her to the meeting room. Before stepping inside, she took a deep breath and put all of her effort into ignoring the vibrating sensation between her legs and maintaining her composure. Inside, she found Father Brian, Father Hauser, and a priest she didn’t recognize. The furniture had all been removed but a single chair, set out for her.

“Uh, what’s going on here?”

“Helena, thank you for coming. Please, take a seat.”

She shot Hauser a wary glance. “I think I’ll stand.”

Father Brian stepped forward. “Helena, we know things have been hard for you lately. First there was the terrible incident with those boys, then your failing health, that incident with Sister Olivia, and now that burn. We wanted to tell you that you aren’t in trouble and that you can ask us for help whenever you need it.”

The unknown priest extended his hand with a smile. He wore a stole of the clergy. “Ms. O’Connor, I’m Bishop Nelson from the Vatican, and Father Brian asked me to come. He thought that a group prayer would help you raise your spirits and remind you that you have God’s protection.”

‘Do they know? Have they figured it out?’ “Ok, if you want to.”

The three priests stood around her and Bishop Nelson began to speak with Hauser and Brian repeating him. “Lord God, from the abundance of your mercy, enrich your servants and safeguard them. Strengthened by your blessing, may they always be thankful to you and bless you with unending joy. We ask this through Christ our Lord.”

Helena stood between them, unsure of what she was supposed to do. For the first time, she wished her collar would activate. She needed something, anything, anything that they would notice. If they could invoke some kind of reaction from her collar, then they would know she needed real help.

“Lord, let the effect of your blessing remain with your faithful people to give them new life and strength of spirit so that the power of your love will enable them to accomplish what is right and good. We ask this through Christ our Lord.”

They continued to pray, their voices growing in volume. Helena couldn’t feel anything as she listened to them. There was no uplifting sensation or spiritual release. She felt no different from before entering the room.

“Lord, may the blessing they long for be the strength of your faithful people, so that they will never be in conflict with your will. May your blessing always prompt them to give thanks for your favors. We ask this through Christ our Lord.”

‘God, please rescue me from this evil. Protect me from the son of the fallen one and give me the strength to eradicate his evil from this world,’ She thought this to herself desperately, putting all her effort into reinforcing her faith. It was the only thing she could do to fight back against the doubt slowly seeping into her mind.

“Bless your people, Lord, who wait for the gift of your compassion. Grant that what they desire by your inspiration they may receive through your goodness. We ask this through Christ our Lord.”

This wasn’t working. Why wasn’t this working? Was it because she was not in a church? No, Xavier had proven that his powers worked even in the house of God. Did she need someone higher in the church? The pope himself? Or was it possible that no human could help her?

“Lord, we, your people, pray for the gift of your holy blessing to ward off every harm and to bring to fulfillment every right desire.”

Wait, she could feel something. Her collar was beginning to warm around her throat. Was it visible? Would they see it? She wanted to speak out and warn them, but she was left mute.

“May God, who is blessed above all, bless us in all things through Christ, so that whatever happens in our lives will work together for our good. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

In the waiting area, Thane struggled to stand up, feeling like he had just been stabbed through the heart with an icicle. Something was there, darker than anything he had ever encountered. Helena too realized that something was in that room with them. Time seemed to have stopped, the three priests frozen in position. She could feel him behind her, Xavier, but he was different from before. The air in the room pulsed from the stretching of two great wings. He lowered his face and sniffed her head the way an animal would, lifting up half of her hair from the powerful inhale. She was standing in his shadow, eclipsed, her heart beating wildly in her chest. A hand closed around her arm, massive and scaly, but also gentle with its movements. His other hand gently wrapped around her throat with claws being dragged across her skin, sharper than razors but not leaving even the smallest scratch. He wasn’t holding her neck to strangle her; it was more like he had just given her a necklace and was admiring the way it looked on her.

She felt his breath on her ear as he bent down to whisper something. “My queen…”

He disappeared and time continued, the three priests ending their prayer. They looked at her, startled by the look of terror on her face. She was practically shivering. “Sorry, but I have to go.”

Turning around, she rushed out of the meeting room. Passing through the waiting area, she glanced at Thane. The look on his face told her everything. He could see it now without the camera, the massive shadow burning behind her, the two red eyes gleaming within the darkness, and the powerful hand resting on her shoulder. The moment she was gone, he staggered into the meeting room.

“So? What did you sense? Is she the one?” Father Brian asked.

Thane swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’re out of our league.”

Helena lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come but knowing it wouldn’t. It was almost midnight and the vibrations between her legs had not stopped. Was Xavier punishing her? Was she going to have to go the whole night with her pussy basting itself? She just wished she could touch herself, insert her fingers and break through the final barrier holding her back from cumming. She was clawing at her panties, but she might as well have been trying to scratch through steel. Finally, when 12:00 flashed across her clock, it stopped. She took a deep, shuddering breath, almost crying in relief. Finally she could—

A hand closed around her wrist, as in the blink of an eye, Xavier appeared in her bed. He was beneath the covers with her, naked with his body against hers. She could feel his erect manhood pressed to her rear and she wanted to scream in revulsion.

“I couldn’t help but want to see you. It’s been too long since we spent any time together.”

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”

For several minutes, she pushed against him, trying to break free of his grip, but his hold on her was like a squid’s. She screamed and fought against him, hoping that someone would hear and come help, but Sophie never even woke up. As usual, Xavier was using his powers to control the movement of sound. Against all her fear and her rage, her body was weak from the tiring day and her strength, at last, left her. Panting and drenched in sweat, she tried to hold her tears while Xavier kissed her shoulder and neck, holding her in the spoon position.

“I’m serious, I wanted to come see you. After the day you had, I knew you were desperate to have an orgasm, so I thought I would come and take responsibility as your master.”

He slid his hands into her panties and began massaging her oiled labia, now sensitive beyond measure. Helena again tried to break free, screaming at the top of her lungs, but in seconds, she was again still. She could only cry silently as he ran his fingers through her. She was so miserable that she couldn’t even describe it, physically ill with frustration, humiliation, anger, and helplessness. But what infuriated her more than anything was how good it felt, every stroke of his fingers feeling like the rays of the spring sun after a brutal winter. Her exhausted body was submitting to him, her mind unable to deny the pleasure he was invoking. In the dark, she blushed from his touch, her tearful sniffs becoming pants of arousal. In the arms of the man she loathed more than anyone on Earth, her back pressed against his chest, she found herself feeling joy, not just physical, but dare she say… emotional. After a minute, Xavier stopped, and Helena had to bite her tongue to stop herself from begging him to keep going.

“Can you feel it? The bliss permeating your flesh? Your body is learning to take pleasure from the touch of its master.”

“You’re not my master, you’ll never be my master!”

“Why do you continue to fight against me? I am the only true force in this world. Let me be the anchor for your soul. Admit your feelings and this nightmare will end. The pain you feel is brought on by your refusal to accept the pleasure you feel.”

“What happened in the Disciplinary Committee office? They were trying to bless me, why didn’t it work?”

“Oh please, you really thought three foolish men could break our bond? Your bible is nothing more than ancient stories rewritten over and over, your crosses are reminders of Christ’s torture and death at the hands of mankind, your “holy water” is mortal men claiming to be blessed with the power of God, your prayers of sacrament are less effective than the notes in fortune cookies, and your churches are shacks of wasted money where people congregate like hypocrites. God isn’t here. There is no holy power in this city or this world. The men you look up to, the men you idolize, they are nothing more than fools deluded into believing they have been blessed with the power of the Almighty.

Haven’t you realized by now that your faith is just a parody of itself? Even your Sacred Relics are self-defeating. The Lance of Longinus, the Shroud of Turin, the Nails of Helena, the True Cross, the Crown of Thorns, and the Holy Grail are all just souvenirs of your savior’s wretched fate. No one in the world can help you and God isn’t listening to your prayers.”

“Even if you say that, I still have my faith.”

Xavier resumed fingering her, and it only took half a minute for her orgasm. She was silent as the euphoria flooded her, hating herself for cumming by his hand. He was the Antichrist, her enemy, and he had just taken advantage of her womanhood and used her own body against her.

“I’ll never let you break me.”

“Oh, my darling ice queen, I don’t have to break you…” He pulled his fingers free and then jammed them in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own feminine essence. “You’re already melting.”

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