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My first story posted, first chapter is low on sex but it picks up in the next couple.

Hermione was so excited. She couldn’t believe that she was about to get her first private tutoring session from Percy Weasley, the Head Boy! It wasn’t that she was struggling in any of her classes, just the opposite in fact. She had been top in every subject for the entire first two years she was at Hogwarts and now as they were moving past the basics and into some more advanced magic she wanted to make sure she stayed ahead of the curve. Especially once Professor McGonagall had given her the time turner she knew she’d be working extra hard and would need all the help she could get.

She had approached Percy right after the first week of classes and he had agreed that private lessons with him would be an excellent way to keep her learning at an above average pace. In fact he had seemed a bit too pleased with himself just having her ask. He could be a bit big headed now and then but Hermione could not deny that he was currently the best student at Hogwarts and had a very bright future ahead of him because of his marks. She couldn’t think of anyone better to follow in their footsteps.

Her first meeting with him was to be tonight at 8 in the Head Boy suite above the boys dormitories in Gryffindor Tower and by 7:45 she was itching to go. She paced at the bottom of the stairs not sure whether it would be rude to show up early.

Ron and Harry were across the room making a vain attempt to complete their homework assignments without her since she had finished hours ago. She wanted to have her assignments complete so that she and Percy could go over them and he could help her fine tune. The boys had made fun of her so bad when they found out about her private lessons that she had outright refused to copy her notes for them to use while she was away. As she glanced over at their table she saw Ron giving her a look like he was trying to summon the notes out of her bag through the air and onto the table. When he saw her look at him he jumped back to writing so fast he spilled a bottle of ink in Harry’s lap.

Harry jumped out of his chair flailing madly about and Ron yelled apologies and waved his wand in an attempt to clean Harry’s pants. Instead of vanishing the ink away Harry’s pant leg caught fire and he immediately started beating at it with a pillow. Hermione couldn’t help but snigger at their behavior. It was their own fault that they relied on her so heavily to complete their homework. Maybe with her having private lessons at least once a week they would learn to become more independent.

It was now only 5 minutes ‘til 8 and she decided that she could head up now. As she approached Percy’s door and was about to knock she thought she heard voices on the other side. Creeping a little closer she could tell that they weren’t so much voices as sounds. One certainly sounded like Percy but he was groaning as if in some kind of pain. She wondered if he wasn’t feeling well and thought she should maybe slip a note under the door letting him know she could come back the next night.

As she was about to look through her bag for her quill she heard a new noise. It sounded wet, like a gurgling slurping noise. Now she knew something must be wrong, he could be injured or choking. She had to at least knock and see if he was responsive.
She raised her hand to the door and rapped lightly saying his name in a shaky voice, “Percy, is everything alright?”

The only response she got from the room was a sudden more punctuated moan from Percy and the sound of creaking bedsprings. At this point she was almost more curious than worried and she knew that even though she shouldn’t, she was going to try the door handle. It was unlocked. She turned the knob very slowly and peeked just slightly around the edge of the door.

Nothing could have prepared her for the scene in front of her. Percy was sitting on his bed, his robes undone below his waist with his pants and shorts around his ankles. Kneeling on the floor in front of him Hermione could see the back of a girl’s head with thick curly brown hair. She was bobbing up and down with her face in Percy’s lap; the wet gurgling noises were clearly issuing from her mouth. Percy’s head was leaning back as he stared at the ceiling a look of intense concentration on his face.

He let out another sharp groan and looked down at the girl in his lap, “Merlin that feels good Penny. I’m getting close now are you ready?” The girl nodded her head in understanding but as Percy lifted his head to look back up at the ceiling he saw Hermione peeking around the side of the door frame.

“Oh fuck!” He yelled and jumped off the bed knocking the girl in front of him over and tripping on his robes as he tried to cover himself up. The girl made a noise like she’d almost gagged and fell over backward tangling in her robes. As he jumped Hermione got a quick glimpse of his erect penis swinging through the air before he toppled over and got tangled in his own clothing as well.

She immediately turned tail and ran down all 7 flights of stairs, straight through the common room and back up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory where she dove into bed throwing the covers over herself panting audibly.

She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. Had that girl really been doing what she thought to Percy? It was unbelievable. Why would someone want to do that? Why would Percy want someone to do that to him? Whatever they were doing, Hermione was certain it was against school rules. Why else would Percy have been that upset when she caught them? She had never heard him use a word like that before; it must have been really bad. She wondered if she should tell someone.

Then again, as she thought more about it, there must be some explanation for his behavior. A person like Percy doesn’t just break the rules for no reason like his brother’s Fred and George. Hermione was certain he’d have a perfectly good reason for what he had done and she was determined to talk with him about it first thing in the morning. With that settled she calmed down a bit and realized that it was stifling under her blankets. She got out of bed briefly, stripped down to her knickers and climbed back in under the covers tossing the comforter aside she pulled the sheet up to her chin and settled into her pillow.

She attempted to fall asleep but one image kept floating to the front of her subconscious. It was Percy standing there with his fully erect penis hanging out the front of his robes. Hermione knew it was not an appropriate thing for her to be thinking about and she tried to push it away but it kept creeping back up on her.

It was the first time she had seen a penis at all besides the animated diagrams in her father’s medical books she had read through at home. Even though he was a dentist he had kept many of his old textbooks from college and one of Hermione’s favorite past times at home was to sit in the cool basement office and read through them. Especially since she had begun at Hogwarts and decided she’d like to pursue a career as a healer.

This was totally different though, the pictures in the book always showed the penis flaccid and hanging down in front of the testicles. Percy’s had been rock hard and, at least 17cm long from what she could guess, and thicker than she thought she could get her hand around.

As she allowed herself to dwell on these thoughts and the image of him standing in front of her she pictured herself kneeling in front of him examining it as the other girl had done. She wondered what it felt like how heavy it was. She began to feel sweaty again but noticed that the wet sensation in her nether region seemed to be much more than sweat. Her panties were clearly damp now and her crotch felt moist. She knew that the female body produced a natural lubricant for sexual intercourse but was thinking about a penis enough to make it start? It had never done this before.

Confused she reached down to try and see if something was wrong. As soon as her fingers made contact with the outside of her underwear on top of her mound she twitched a bit. The feeling was nothing she had felt before and she jerked her hand back surprised at what she’d done.

Slowly she reached down again careful of the sensitive spot she had hit so she could investigate her quickly dampening crotch. She started up a bit higher this time placing her fingers on her bare stomach just below her navel. She began slowly inching lower and lower towards the hem of her panties. As she contacted the fabric the moisture in her crotch was even more apparent, she was sopping and she thought she should get out of her knickers before they were ruined.

She managed to slip her thumbs under the waist band without catching a sensitive spot and she wriggled them down her legs. As her thighs rubbed together she felt another wave up her spine of what could only be described as pure pleasure. A completely new sensation to her she couldn’t explain where it was coming from and began to worry someone had slipped her a bad potion. Ever the scientist she was determined to figure out why this was happening. Now completely naked she began to probe herself once again.

Starting this time at her inner thigh she worked her fingers up slowly closer and closer to her private area. She could feel the juices had made her inner legs slick but also sticky. She got some of it on her hands and brought it up to her face to examine. It smelled salty, like sweat, but it also had a sweetness to it that almost made her want to taste it. She had spent enough time in the wizarding world to know that you don’t put unknown substances in your mouth though, even if they’ve come from your own body.

She wiped her fingers on the bed sheets and resumed her search. With really only one place left to go she placed her fingers on the outside of her pussy lips feeling the soft bare skin was very warm. It was also puffy and tender like it was swelling. She moved closer to where her opening was and where she knew the source of the liquid must be now and as her finger hit the little nub at the top of her slit she gasped. There it was again, pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was sure she’d never felt anything that good in her life. She touched it again slowly and her breath caught in her throat, she was afraid to breathe thinking it might stop the feeling she was giving herself.

She began rubbing slowly on what she knew must be her clitoris and her fingers became covered in her own juices again. She didn’t wipe them off this time though, she didn’t care. She was totally wrapped up in the feeling coursing through her body every time she pressed down on that little button. Once again she was amazed at how all the diagrams and descriptions she’d read of even her own anatomy had left her so in the dark about the reality of the function.

She sped up her pace slightly and she was now panting harder than when she had run up and down all those stairs. The stairs reminded her of Percy and how this had all started. She remembered the look of his penis and if at all possible she felt her pleasure heighten even more.

She couldn’t understand why these thoughts were doing this to her. There was a pressure building up inside her now and she knew it had to be released. Instinct told her that the only way to get release would be to keep rubbing herself as fast and hard as she could. It was like climbing up a very steep hill, she could see the precipice in the distance and every step closer got her more and more excited about what lay on the other side.

All of a sudden the door to the dormitory burst open and her dorm mates came in laughing loudly about something. Hermione nearly fell out of bed she jumped so badly. Luckily with her bed being situated behind the door as it opened, neither girl entering saw her and she was able to cover herself back up and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her heavy breathing.

“Shush Lav,” Hermione heard Parvati Patil whisper, “looks like the bookworm has called it an early night again.”

“Of course she has, “Lavender Brown barely lowered her voice, the only time she stays up late is when she’s studying and we’ve barely gotten any work yet this term.”

“Oh Lav, don’t be so mean. You wish you did as well in class as she did.”

“Ha, I do fine on my own, why waste time on getting perfect grades when beauty can get you further.” Her voice inflected upwards haughtily.

Parvati gave an audible grunt and burst out laughing again but quickly quieted herself.

“What are you on about, you know it’s true. I mean come on, she doesn’t even wear a bra yet. How does she expect to get anywhere in life with no tits?”

Parvati was now gasping for breath and hiding her own face in a pillow to muffle her shrieks of laughter. “Stop Lav- stop, I can’t breathe.”

“I mean come on look at these. Only 13 and I’m already spilling out of this one.”

Hermione couldn’t help but peek from beneath the covers now to get a glimpse of Lavender’s show. Lavender had removed her shirt in getting ready for bed and she was now thrusting her chest out for Parvati’s inspection. The other girl still had her bra on but it was clear that her breasts were popping out the top of it. Hermione had never noticed before how large chested she was and suspected the less than revealing school robes they were always wearing had something to do with it.

“Yeah, you do probably have the biggest hooters in our year; except maybe Hannah. Mine are still only A’s.”

Hermione shifted her gaze and saw Parvati was also now standing in the middle of the room with no shirt on looking down at her own chest. Though much smaller than Lavender’s Parvati’s tits were definitely bigger than her own. It was true that she hadn’t yet worn a bra, she had small lumps forming and could probably wear a training bra but even the small A-cup Parvati was wearing would be quite loose on her.

“Ha! Hannah, what a slut. Do you think it’s true she fucked Ernie Macmillan?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Parvati shook her head, “those Hufflepuff guys drool all over her. I heard she was dating a 6th year.”

“No way!”

Parvati just nodded as she slipped a large T-shirt over her head as pajamas.

“Well I’m sure not gonna sink so low as to start sleeping with a bunch of guys. At least not yet.” Lavender was now sliding her pants down over her hips and she bent over right in front of Hermione. Hermione noticed as she did so that her underwear had slipped to the side revealing one soft looking pink lip of her pussy.

Gasping silently to herself Hermione felt her crotch getting damp again. What on earth was going on with her? Almost against her own will she found herself wishing Lavender hadn’t straightened up and adjusted her garments.

Parvati was now sitting on her bed nodding her head approvingly at her best friend. Lavender turned to face the mirror next to the door and Hermione got a good look at her front now. “Look at these things,” Lavender said again cupping her breasts in her hands, “I bet I could go up to a D soon.” She looked over her shoulder at her friend, “Can you help me get this clasp? It’s too tight for me to wear to bed.”

Parvati stood to cross the room towards her friend and Hermione couldn’t help but watch her long dark legs barely covered by the T-shirt she was wearing. She undid the clasp on the back of Lavender’s bra and her tits practically erupted outwards. “Wow, you weren’t kidding Lav, they were pretty tight in there.” Parvati was staring at her friends chest now in awe and as Hermione looked up to see Lavender’s reaction to her friends attention she thought she saw a look that explained exactly why Lavender didn’t intend to date guys anytime soon.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get one of those self adjusting bras from Madam Malkin’s. Want to feel them?” Lavender teased.

“What?! No way, I can’t.” Parvati began backing away towards her bed again.”

“Why not,” Lavender teased advancing on her friend, her tits bouncing as she went. “They’re really cool feeling.”

Parvati still looked hesitant.

“It’s not like touching one girl’s breasts makes you a lesbian.” Lavender was now standing inches away from Parvati, her chest practically touching the other girl’s.

Parvati slowly reached a hand up and placed it lightly on Lavender’s boob. Hermione saw Lavender let out a soft sigh unnoticed by Parvati. “You have soft skin,” Parvati said looking up into Lavender’s face.

“Squeeze it.” Lavender said sounding a bit dreamy.

Parvati didn’t hesitate this time, “Wow, very squishy. I don’t really have much to grab.”

“Sure you do,” and without warning both of Lavender’s hands were under the other girl’s shirt cupping her breasts through her bra.

Startled by the abrupt invasion of her breasts Parvati pushed Lavneder back. “Whoa, I’m sorry Lav. I didn’t mean to- you startled me”

“That’s ok, I shouldn’t have come on so strong.”

“What?”

“Oh nothing, let’s get to bed.”

Lavender looked quite unhappy as she crawled under the covers and extinguished her lamp before Parvati even had a chance to turn back around.

Hermione lay in bed and thought about all she had witnessed tonight. It had been eye opening to say the least. She had found out more about her roommates and Percy Weasley then she ever thought she’d know. Deep down though she knew it excited her, it made her crotch wet to think about her fellow second year girls naked, to picture Percy Wesley’s penis jutting out toward her.

A few minutes after Parvati put out her light Hermione heard soft moaning noises coming from Lavender’s bed not so different than the one’s she had been making earlier that night. As she drifted off to sleep listening to her, a knowing smile spread across her face.

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A lesbian is forced to expand her sexuality after falling into debt and blackmail.

Chapter 2
TERMS OF REPAYMENT

Laura’s study was a small room at the front of the house; it had a large window that would have looked out into the front garden, were it not for the fact that Laura routinely kept the blinds closed. She didn’t need passers-by staring at her while she browsed the internet.

The computer itself sat on a pastel pink table, in front of a neon pink chair – in fact, the room generally was coloured in shades of pink, including the wall paint – and was decorated with more of Laura’s Japanese figurines. A small platoon of little plastic women pouted and beckoned and offered their cleavage to either side of the screen. Laura smiled as she sat down.

Her smile vanished when she checked her email. There was one new meassage, and the message was simple: a photo of a knife. There was no text.

Laura felt herself go pale. The last of the pleasing warmth from her earlier sex vanished instantly. She was terrified. These people knew where she lived. They had been to her house. And now they were very clearly threatening to hurt or kill her.

She looked at the picture of the knife. It was large, almost a cleaver. She could picture it all too easily piercing into her skin, or hacking into her limbs. She felt her hands starting to shake.

Impulsively, she hit “Reply” on the email, and typed.

“Please, I don’t have the money to pay you and I don’t know where I can get it. But I can probably find some money, and maybe pay in installments? Please please give me a chance. I will do whatever you want.”

She hit send.

She sat, shivering, massaging her hands, looking at her computer screen. It was unrealistic to expect an immediate reply. Or maybe any reply. But what else could she do? She couldn’t just browse the internet in a state like this. Or let Erica see her, white-faced and shaking. She waited in silence, staring at her email.

She was in luck, or so it seemed. A new email popped up only minutes later.

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To: Stupid Pink-Haired Bitch
Re: Debt

I’ll use simple language so a slut like you can understand.

(1) You still owe us the money. You owe us a million dollars, and we won’t go away until it’s paid.

(2) You pay us $1,000 a week. This is not a repayment. This is interest. The principal amount of $1 million remains.

(3) We have a range of business, political, and scientific interests. You will perform work for them, as required by us. If we are feeling generous, we may allow this work to credit against your interest payments or even the principal.

(4) If you do not make the repayments, or perform the work, we will use a knife on you. Depending on how we feel, we might kill you, or just cut some bits off. A slut doesn’t need feet to suck cock, right?

(5) Your slut girlfriend is pretty; she might be fun to cut too.

(6) If you agree to these terms, you will indicate your acceptance by doing the following things:

(i) Immediately remove your clothes and send us a photo of yourself naked.

(ii) Go to (website provided) and download the software there, which will give us full remote control over your computer and its webcam.

(iii) Never, ever sit in front of this computer again unless your slut tits are visible to its webcam.

We get no value out of seeing your tits and it won’t count against your debts; it just amuses us to make you do this.
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Laura looked at it. She felt both horror and relief. Up until she’d received the email, she’d thought her pleas were futile – that she was inevitably going to be attacked and killed if she couldn’t repay the money. This was better – it offered a path out, however dark and horrid. But it truly was horrid. A thousand dollars a week was more than double the rent on their house. Even using all of her salary and Erica’s, there would be no money left to eat. And the work – Laura had a horrible feeling the work would be sexual. She couldn’t work in a brothel. She was a lesbian. She couldn’t fuck men at all, let alone for money. Not that she’d be paid any money, it seemed.

The last instructions were in some ways the worst, because they were immediate. Laura didn’t really have time to think about it – she had to do it now. She had never let a man see her naked in her life – was she really going to send a nude photo to a stranger now?

She looked at the picture of the knife again. She knew she was. She knew she was going to do whatever it took to not see that knife up close.

Nervously, she jumped out of her chair, and ran to the study door to check it was closed. She didn’t want Erica seeing her, or asking why she was naked, or why she was taking photos of herself. With the door secured, Laura then quickly wiggled out of her shirt and panties, leaving her totally bare. Picking up her phone, she aimed the camera at her nude body and then, blushing, took a photograph. That done, she immediately pulled her panties back on, sat back down at the computer, and uploaded the nude photo.

The photo looked awful. Her body was still flushed from sex with Erica, with her nipples erect and her hair messy. Her boobs looked huge, which Laura particularly hated. She’d always wished she had smaller breasts, and her DD-cup melons were a constant source of embarrassment. In her mind she associated large breasts with porn stars, sluts and heterosexual sex. Good lesbians had small breasts, and no amount of logic or positive self-image had helped her stop feeling like a traitor and a slut for having such large tits.

Pouting with unhappiness, she attached the photo to an email, and sent it.

Then she went to the website she had been given. It was decorated with animated pictures of naked large-breasted women posing, sucking cocks, and being fucked. Laura grimaced. She liked looking at naked women, but not at naked women fucking men. There was a large “download” button in the centre of the screen, and she hit it. Her virus scanner immediately warned her she was downloading harmful software; she overrode the scanner and told it to download anyway.

Shortly after installing the software, her webcam light flicked on, shining a malevolent web. Her computer was transmitting video. Someone, somewhere, was looking at her sitting there bare-chested, her tits on display. She blushed even harder, and crossed her arms over her bosom.

A new email arrived.

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To: Stupid Pink-Haired Bitch
Re: Debt

Looking good. Love those fuckballoons. You are one hot slut.

Your first $1,000 is due Friday, but you won’t need to pay it because we have work for you instead.

Turn up at the Mayim Research Clinic tomorrow night at 6 pm, and then each weeknight following at the same time. Stay until they send you home, and do whatever they say.

You will definitely be paying the $1,000 next week, though, so be prepared.
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Laura was puzzled. The Mayim Research Clinic? She thought she knew it – a low-lying modern-looking building near the city centre. She had no idea what they did there, but it didn’t exactly look like a den of horror. And it certainly wasn’t a brothel, so she was relieved, at least a little. Plus the news that she wouldn’t have to pay this week was great.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so awful, she thought. Maybe she was just going to end up doing unpaid regular work.

She looked at the red light on her webcam, staring down at her tits. She shuddered, and turned off her computer.

(To be continued…)

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“I’m your teacher and your elder, so you have to listen to what I say. Got that cunts?” said Miss Robbins.

Being fast learners, Leigh and Jasmine only nodded their heads with understanding. Their lips slightly parted, eyes – nervous. Jasmine could feel goose bumps run up her body, from both cold and shear pleasure; no one had ever spoken to her this way. She was ALWAYS the aggressor in bed.

“Go sit in your desks… and keep your skirts off,” said Miss Robbins.

She was relishing the power she had over the girls. Calmly and sexily, one heel in front of the other making her hips sway left and right, Miss Robbins walked toward her desk. Jasmine and Leigh had both eyes glued to her tight ass wanting to know what was under her skirt.

Miss Robbins reached into her desk for a small silver key, walked over to a filing cabinet, and unlocked the bottom drawer. Inside she unlocked a box that contained another key. She walked over to an armoire that was used to hold coats, but she pulled out a chest that the students assumed was a random prop and had never questioned its contents.

Miss Robbins opened the chest and smiled a sly sexy smile. With her back to the girls, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her white lacy bra and soft creamy skin. Jasmine and Leigh both sat up straight in their desks, excited, and trying to get the best view of her body possible. Miss Robbins then slid out of her skirt, making sure to bend over to give the girls a perfect look at her pussy mound. To Jasmine’s delight, Miss Robbins was wearing matching white lace bikini-cut underwear under a black garter belt that held up her black sheer stockings with the seam running vertically up her long legs. Jasmine and Leigh both got wet and desperately wanted to do some serious extracurricular activities with Miss Robbins.

Reaching into the chest, Miss Robbins pulled out a pair of black furry handcuffs and rope.

“Leigh. Come to me,” said Miss Robbins.

Leigh sprang out of her desk and walked over to Miss Robbins. Miss Robbins looked Leigh up and down.

“Turn around. Bend down and touch your toes,” ordered Miss Robbins.

Leigh did as she was told. Miss Robbins spanked her tight little ass once, then again, harder leaving a red mark. Leigh let out a soft whimper. Miss Robbins then slid her middle finger over Leigh’s pussy over her underwear. She could feel her juices and stroked her slit up and down.

“You’re very very wet Leigh, you soaked your panties. Do you like what you see? Or do you like being told what to do? Do you like being watched? Or are you just a dirty little whore who wants to fuck me?” said Miss Robbins sternly.

“All of them, Miss Robbins,” Leigh said beggingly.

“That’s my girl, and believe me – I’m going to give you all of them… especially with that surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Smile!” teased Miss Robbins. “Now go sit down in my chair, and spread your legs like a good girl.” “Jasmine!” yelled Miss Robbins, “Get the fuck up. Don’t you say a word. Come here.”

Jasmine walked to Miss Robbins with hesitation. As soon as she stood in front of her Miss Robbins pulled her hard and kissed her with the most passionate and sensual kiss she had ever had. Miss Robbins’ tongue assaulted her mouth with such skill her pussy instantly tightened up in anticipation to feel that same assault on her clit. Jasmine attempted to put her hands on Miss Robbins’ face only to have them held behind her back. Miss Robbins licked Jasmine’s neck making every hair on her body stand on end. Jasmine was in heaven, her heart beat faster and faster, her breath grew shorter and quicker. She could feel her pussy dripping with cum. Almost as if reading her mind, Miss Robbins dropped to her knees and took off Jasmine’s panties with her teeth. She inhaled the smell of her hot wet young delicious pussy. ‘Shaved, just like I like it,’ thought Miss Robbins. She came back up slowly and took off her blouse and bra. Miss Robbins twisted Jasmine’s hard nipples and immediately began giving them a tongue bath.

Jasmine was in heaven and thought she could cum at any moment. “Ugh! Ahhh, mmmmm,” moaned Jasmine.

Miss Robbins licked her way up to Jasmine’s ear. “I didn’t say you could open your mouth bitch. You can moan, but keep your fucking mouth shut,” she whispered sexily into her hear. “For that, go stand in front of Leigh.”

Jasmine, reluctant at first, did as she was told.

“Tie her legs to the chair,” she told Jasmine. “Now put your hands behind your back.” Miss Robbins handcuffed Jasmine’s hands behind her back.

Jasmine looked into Leigh’s green eyes and she could see the lust that filled them. She couldn’t help her herself and kissed Leigh hard. Miss Robbins took out a cat-o-nine tails and whipped Jasmine’s upper thighs.

“Argh!” Jasmine groaned through her teeth.

“I never said to kiss her, did I?” instructed Miss Robbins. “Now unbutton her shirt with your teeth.” She watched Jasmine fumble. “I said now!”

Jasmine looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Bite one side and pull hard,” said Miss Robbins. Leigh’s breathing quickened as she grew excited to see Jasmine handle her so roughly. She ripped her shirt open exposing Leigh’s perky breasts with hard pink nipples. “Suck her nipples,” ordered Miss Robbins.

Jasmine immediately put Leigh’s breast into her mouth, circling her hard nipples, playfully nibbling them, and sucking them as if it were the last thing she would do. Miss Robbins joined her and began sucking her other nipple. Leigh moaned and squirmed in her chair, grinding her pussy. She put her hands on their heads and pushed them harder onto her breasts. With her free hand, Miss Robbins pushed over her panties and spread her pussy juice all over her hot slit. Her clit was a hard nub.

“MmmMMmMMmm!!” moaned Leigh.

“Get on your knees Jasmine and eat her dripping pussy,” commanded Miss Robbins. “And you, you’re going to get what you wanted.”

Jasmine dropped to her knees and thrust her tongue into Leigh’s pussy lips. ‘She’s sooo wet,’ thought Jasmine. She slurped and licked and tongue-fucked Leigh’s pussy. Miss Robbins crawled onto her desk and positioned her pussy in front of Leigh’s mouth.

“Eat my pussy, Leigh,” said Miss Robbins, “and make me cum hard.”

Leigh dove into Miss Robbins’ pussy. ‘It smells soooo good!’ thought Leigh. Leigh reached around to Miss Robbins’ nipples and began tickling and twisting them as she slurped up her juices. Wanting every part of her pussy on her face, Leigh thrust her tongue into her hot tight hole causing Miss Robbins to moan and jerk. Leigh began to moan into Miss Robbins’ pussy because of Jasmine’s expert tongue. She knew exactly where Leigh liked to have her pussy licked, sucked, and nibbled. Leigh needed more of Miss Robbins.

“I need to be inside of you,” Leigh begged, not waiting for permission. Immediately Leigh thrust three slender fingers into Miss Robbins while licking her clit.

“Oh FUCK! Yeah, shit. Fuck me hard… harder! Yeah, like that. Mmmm, shit that feels good. Fuck my pussy Leigh,” said Miss Robbins.

Leigh was reaching her climax. Her pussy was burning, her clit was on fire. She rubbed her nose and chin all over Miss Robbins’ pussy. She started to tremble and felt like she was going to explode. She moaned hard into Miss Robbins’ pussy.

“AAAAHHH!!!! FUCK I’M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Leigh fell limp and stopped fucking Miss Robbins. Jasmine, like an obedient dog, lapped Leigh’s cum clean.

“Jasmine, lick Leigh’s face – I want you to taste my pussy,” said Miss Robbins. Miss Robbin’s watched Jasmine kiss Leigh passionately and suck her face clean of her cum. Leigh loved tasting herself.

Stepping off the desk, Miss Robbins stood in front of Jasmine. She moved Jasmine in front of the desk and made her lean over onto it, giving her a clear view of her pussy and ass. She grabbed the whip, and traced her back, her arms, and her round juicy ass sending more goose bumps up Jasmine’s back.

“MMmmm,” Jasmine moaned.

CRACK, went the whip on Jasmine’s ass. Miss Robbins’ loved using her whip. She whipped her ass again, and harder. “Do you like that? I love watching your cheeks get red and bounce under my whip.” CRACK, this time on her back between her shoulder blades. “You’re going to remember this night, Jasmine.” CRACK, on the back of her thighs. Miss Robbins replaced the whip with her mouth, sucking and kissing tenderly every red welt from the whip.

“AhhmmmmMMMmmm,” Jasmine exhaled. ‘I don’t care if she’s hurting me, it feels sooo good,’ thought Jasmine.

“Do you want to say something?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine nodded her head yes. “Speak,” commanded Miss Robbins.

“Fuck me, please,” asked Jasmine.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Miss Robbins questioned. Jasmine nodded yes. Again from the chest, Miss Robbins found a blindfold and tied it around Jasmine’s eyes. She went back to the chest and stepped into her strap-on harness. Leigh’s eyes grew large with wonder and excitement. Miss Robbins held a finger up to her mouth, ‘Shh.’ She reached back into her chest and pulled out her dildo, inserted it into the harness, and walked back over to Jasmine. Jasmine felt Miss Robbins come back and she could smell her perfume near. Miss Robbins kissed Jasmine’s back and arms.

“You’re getting what you wanted,” she cooed to Jasmine, and in one thrust shoved the entire dildo inside Jasmine’s yearning pussy.

“OH MY GOD!! MMmmm, fuck me. Aaahh, oooohhh!” she screamed.

Miss Robbins grabbed her hips and fucked the shit out of her pussy. She loved watching her big fat dick go in and out of Jasmine’s wet hole. Soon Jasmine was rocking her hips back onto the cock trying to get it all inside her. She loved being fucked hard.

“Suck her nipples, Leigh” Miss Robbins instructed.

Leigh loved watching the pleasure wash over Jasmine’s face. She kissed Jasmine, and licked her way down her neck to her breasts. She bit her nipple, just liked Jasmine liked, and sucked them hard. She massaged her breasts, alternating between nipples always keeping an eye on the security camera hoping to give a good show to whoever was watching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck my pussy, ooohhh yeeeah fuck my pussy!” Jasmine pleaded.

“You love my big cock inside of you, don’t you? You’ve been wanting me to teach you how to cum hard, haven’t you?” asked Miss Robbins.

“Yeeeeeeesssss, please keep fucking my cunt with your cock. I’m going to cum so hard,” said Jasmine.

“Leigh! Come whip me,” commanded Miss Robbins.

Leigh had never been the aggressor, but she knew better than to disobey Miss Robbins. She walked around, picked up the whip, and struck Miss Robbins’ ass.

“Harder! Mmm,” ordered Miss Robbins. Leigh’s whipping turned Miss Robbins on like no other. She fucked Jasmine harder with each whipping. She moaned out loud with each lashing, causing Jasmine to reach her climax.

“Oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah yeah yeah yeah yeah, fuck…. yeah…. MMmmm…. ahhhAAHHH!” screamed Jasmine.

“Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!” demanded Miss Robbins.

Jasmine began shaking violently. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!OooooooOOOooOOOoOOH! YEEEEEAAAAHH!” Jasmine fell onto the desk, and Miss Robbins pulled out of her dripping puffy pussy. She undid Jasmine’s handcuffs. Both girls were spent. Leigh went over to Jasmine and kissed her mouth gently, untying her blindfold.

“That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” said Jasmine with tears of ecstasy in her eyes.

Miss Robbins stepped out of her strap-on harness. “There are a lot of things I can teach you both, you just have to be open… minded.”

“It’s pretty late,” Leigh said. “Maybe we should get going.”

“No. You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done. You’re not going to be selfish, are you ladies??” Miss Robbins inquired.

“She can get a little jealous sometimes,” said Jasmine with a smile “because she knows that I really want to fuck you.”

“There’s enough of me for the both of you,” Miss Robbins retorted. “I loved having you inside me, Leigh. But we’re not done here. At least… not till I say we are.”

Jasmine and Leigh looked at each other for an agreement. “Teach me how to fuck you,” said Leigh.

“What ever happened to your boyfriend, Leigh? Do you like girls and boy, or just women?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine shot Leigh an angry glare.

“Fuck him. It’s just for show. I love pussy. Jasmine knows I belong to her, but you can have me… us…whenever you want, too,” Leigh said. Jasmine smiled and kissed her girlfriend.

“Good. I only fuck lesbians,” said Miss Robbins.

END PART 3

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Something’s wrong with Lily.

“’It’s no use going back to yesterday. I was a different person then.’”
-Lewis Carroll, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”

***

“I know people are afraid of me,” Lily said. “And I understand why. So I won’t take it personally if you prefer not to work with me directly.”

Ashe’s pen scratched across her notebook. She looked up only occasionally. The room was blank, white, antiseptic, marked only by the dull sheen of the one-way mirror. Lily wore a hospital gown; it was the smallest size the clinic had but it hung off her like a sail. She had electric blue eyes and shiny copper hair and freckles and looked exactly like a ragdoll. She toyed with a loose thread while she talked.

“I’m just saying that if you want to talk with me through the glass partition or even through my cell window, that’s all right,” Lily continued. “You won’t hurt my feelings. Most of the doctors don’t like being in the same room with me. Some of them don’t even like to look at me on the monitors.”

“How does that make you feel?” Ashe said.

“It’s okay,” Lily said. Her voice brimmed with geniality. “I wouldn’t want to be around someone like me either.”

“What do you mean ‘someone like you’?” The pen scratched some more.

“Don’t you know?” Lily said. “You must know, since you read my file, and anyway, everyone knows.” She smiled; it was a tiny, beautiful, completely sincere gesture.

“I’m a monster,” she said.

***

Ashe rewound the video and played it a second time. The director of medicine sat at her desk on the other side of the office and the assistant director (who, like Ashe, was new, having arrived that very morning) hovered over her.

“My God,” he said, “she’s as bad of a mess as everyone says.”

Ashe ignored him, focusing on the recording.

“Who was the first person to use that word with you: ‘monster’?” she heard herself say.

“My mother,” Lily’s voice said. “Or maybe my father? It had to be one of them. I’m sure it’s in the file.”

“Where are your parents now?”

“Papa hung himself. That’s when I was…” On the video she furrowed her brow, tugging one ruby-red lip in thought. “Five. Yes, five years old. And then Mama brought me here. She’s dead now too.”

“Lily, do you think you’re dangerous?”

“Oh yes.”

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

“Goodness gracious, no!”

“Ever hurt anyone?”

“Of course not. And I never would. Oh no. The very thought!”

“But you still say you’re dangerous?”

“Terribly dangerous. Nobody should even come near me.” She sounded somehow pleased. Ashe turned the tape off. She finished making notes before turning to the director.

“How long has she been like this?” Ashe said.

“All her life. All her life here, anyway, which is all the life she really ever had,” the director said. “Her parents were terrified of her. I really think they might have killed her if we hadn’t agreed to commit her here full-time. It was that bad.”

“What were they frightened of?”

“They never would say. They just called her a monster.”

“Did anyone ever suggest treating them instead of her?” asked the AD.

“Of course. We had spectacular arguments over it and they were under investigation from the child welfare services. Then they died and settled the matter.”

Ashe fanned herself with Lily’s file. It was almost too thick to hold. “And in fifteen years she’s had how many primary physicians?”

“At least a dozen,” the director said. “Most of them don’t last a year. It’s a troubling case. It takes a heavy toll.”

“I’ve talked to the clinic staff and what she says is true,” the AD chimed in. “Most of them don’t even like being around her. She makes them…uncomfortable.”

“And how does she make you feel?” Ashe asked.

The AD squirmed.

“That’s why you’re here,” the director said. She moved to the window and her view of clinic’s western wing, where Lily lived. “I’ve spent my entire career looking for someone who can get through to her. If you can do that…well, I suppose that would just about be a miracle.”

She closed the blinds.

“And for a miracle worker, a lot of doors can open up. A lot of things that, under normal circumstances, couldn’t be done, would suddenly become quite a bit more…” She hesitated. The AD chimed in:

“Plausible.”

Ashe felt a little thrill. She gathered up her notes, and the file, and the tapes.

“Our facilities are entirely at your disposal,” the director said. “You’re here as an outside specialist, which means you report to me and no one else. The only things we can’t give you access to are the notes left by Lily’s previous primaries. We had an agreement with each of them.”

“But how will I treat her without knowing her full case history?”

“If we see you pursuing a dead end we’ll notify you. Lily’s case is sensitive. Every treating physician needs to feel they have complete freedom to try unorthodox methods. A privilege you’ll enjoy now, too.”

“I…understand,” Ashe said. “And I want to say–“

“Save it,” said the director. Then, perhaps seeing how startled Ashe was, her voice softened a bit. “I meant, save it for later. After you’ve worked with her for a while you might find that you don’t want to thank me.” And she ushered Ashe out with a handshake and an oddly solemn “Thank you.”

Ashe and the AD shared an awkward elevator ride down together. He tried to make small talk. It wasn’t much of an effort. The clinic couldn’t set Ashe up with quarters on the grounds, so instead they found her an apartment on the outskirts of the city, a 45-minute drive. Everything was still in boxes but she didn’t bother to unpack, or even to eat (although she was famished) before playing the tapes again. This time she read back her notes from the interview as the tape ran, to assess her own reactions.

“Have you had a lot of doctors?” Ashe said on the tape.

“How many is a lot?” Lily said.

“Did you like your other doctors?”

“I liked Dr. Benway. He was very kind,” Lily said. “But he’s not here anymore.”

Here Ashe had put her notebook away. “Lily, there’s something I want you to know, and I’m telling you because I think we should both be completely honest with one another.”

Lily folded her hands in her lap and looked attentive.

“You should know that I’m not a real doctor. I’ve had all the schooling but I could never pass the final examinations. The clinic brought me in to work with you because some of my university work made them think I might be able to help. It’s a special arrangement.”

“That’s kind of you,” Lily said. “And if you help me, will they let you become a real doctor?”

Ashe paused. “Yes,” she said. “But that’s not the reason I’m here. I’m here because I really care about your case.”

“You’re very sweet,” Lily said, and she gave a full smile now, a bright, dazzling, 50-watt movie star-style smile. “Can I still call you Dr. Ashe?”

“If you want to. As long as you know it’s not true.”

Lily leaned in a little. “It’ll be our little secret,” she said. And she giggled.

***

Lily’s Diary, Day 1:

Dr. Ashe asked me to write things in this book every day. She says that she will not read it, and that neither will anyone else, but I do not understand why you would ever write words that no one was going to read. I think if you leave words around someone is bound to read them sooner or later. But I will do what Dr. Ashe asks. I do not think my doctor would ever tell me to do something that was not good for me.

I do not know what to write in a message to no one. Dr. Ashe said I should think of it as a message to myself, but what can I write that I do not already know? Dr. Ashe does not seem like the other doctors I have had. She says that she cannot help me, but she can teach me to help myself. She said that, with things like this book, she can teach me how to know everything about myself.

I do not think it would be good to know everything about myself. I think the idea is scary.

Dr. Ashe said that I should write my dreams. I do not have dreams. But I know that a dream can also mean a wish, so I wish that Dr. Ashe will find a way to help me before she has to stop being my doctor, like all the others.

***

Another awkward elevator ride with the AD. He had walked her to her car the previous night and asked her to dinner, and Ashe had said no. Now he said nothing except a polite “Good morning.” He checked his phone twice in the time it took to pass four floors.

“Is she waiting for me?” Ashe said.

“Everything is the way you wanted,” the AD said.

“Thank you,” Ashe said, and was surprised to see him blush.

Lily was in the same interview room they’d met in yesterday. A guard was posted at the door, and she knew two others would observe from behind the mirror. Lily always had three guards at all times, though Ashe did not know why. It was related to one of her previous doctors, and therefore the details were off-limits. The clinic staff considered guarding Lily the least desirable assignment, even worse than toilet duty.

Lily sat with hands folded, waiting. When she saw Ashe she lit up with another movie-star smile. She never blinks, Ashe realized. She suspected that if she watched the previous day’s tapes very closely she would find that Lily blinked only once every two minutes, maybe less. Ashe sat. It was impossible to get comfortable in these chairs, but they didn’t seem to give Lily any trouble. Maybe after a lifetime you can get used to anything, she thought.

“We’re going to have a little talk,” she said. “You can think of it as a kind of game.” Lily was attentive. “I’m going to ask you some questions about what you think you might do in the situation I describe, and you should answer honestly and as fast as you can. Do you understand?”

Lily nodded; her bangs bounced.

‘All right: If you saw a homeless person on the street–“

“Oh, I wouldn’t be on the street,” Lily said.

“But if you were?”

“I wouldn’t be.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too dangerous. For everyone else.”

Ashe pondered for a moment. “Pretend that it wasn’t. Pretend that everyone else in the world was like you.”

“You mean…everyone would be a monster?”

Ashe flinched at the word but let it slide, “Yes. Imagine that’s true for all of these.”

Lily looked as if this were a lot for her to take in, but she nodded again.

“Imagine someone on the street asks you for money because he can’t eat. Would you give it to him?”

“Why would he have to eat?”

“People get hungry.”

“I don’t. And you said everyone was like me in these questions.”

“You would get hungry if the clinic ever forgot to feed you.”

“I don’t eat. Ever.”

Ashe paused. She leafed through the file. There was a section at the end marked “physical abnormalities.” She had only skimmed it before because she was sure it must be riddled with errors, based on what she’d already seen. She looked for the section marked “diet.” It consisted of only one word: None.

What in the world…?

“Never mind then. Next question: If you were hurt and needed help, who is the first person you would call?”

“I don’t think anyone would help me if I was really hurt. I think most of them would probably think it was a good thing.” She paused. “But I guess if I really needed help I would call you.”

Ashe felt a headache coming on. “Let’s try something different: If you had a pet–“

“I would kill it.”

Ashe’s pencil broke. She looked up. Lily appeared calm. Ashe’s throat was dry, so she swallowed. “Why?” she said.

“I’m told that pets always die and when they do it’s very sad. So I’d rather get it over with. It would be less sad the sooner it happened. Wouldn’t it?”

Ashe skipped the next few questions.

“If someone you didn’t know gave you a hug–“

“A man or a woman?”

“A woman,” Ashe said, without thinking. “If a woman you didn’t know gave you a hug, what would you do?”

“I would wait for her to finish.”

“Is that all?”

Lily thought. “I would ask her if she wanted to have sex with me.”

Ashe’s pencil broke again. Lily’s eyes flicked down to it.

“That’s something people do, right?” she said.

“Sometimes,” Ashe said. She got a new pencil.

“Have you ever had sex?”

“I–yes, of course.”

“I’m told that almost everyone has sex but very few people talk about it. Isn’t that silly? I assume if someone was willing to hug me she might be willing to have sex with me. Is that a good guess?” Before Ashe could answer Lily made a dismissive gesture. “Oh, well, I guess it doesn’t matter, since I’ll never find someone like that. Anyway, do you have any more questions, Dr. Ashe?”

Ashe looked at her notebook. She’d barely written a word. She flipped to a new page.

“No. No, I think that’s all the questions for today. Let’s move on to something else…”

Ashe suddenly remembered the men watching behind the mirror. They would have heard every word, and of course the whole thing was on tape now. She imagined then laughing and felt a crushing embarrassment. She imagined herself back in the classroom, staring at her blank exam sheet and realizing that, somehow, she’d run out of time again. Just breathe, she told herself; it’s not an exam, it’s only your notes, and this isn’t a classroom, it’s the clinic, and you’re not in school, and no one is judging you, and you can do this, you just have to–

“It’ll be all right.”

“What?” Ashe’s eyes snapped open. She did not remember closing them. She felt sick with vertigo. How long had she been sitting here? It must only have been a few seconds if no one had intervened, but it was impossible to be sure. A few seconds and a few hours felt exactly the same when she had an attack. But Lily was still here, and in fact she was leaning in again in her precocious “We have a secret,” kind of way.

“I said it’ll be all right,” Lily said. “You looked like something was bothering you. So I wanted to be reassuring.” She paused. “Did it work?”

Ashe blinked a few times. The vertigo subsided. She could breathe again. The room no longer felt so confining. She could look at the blank page without fear.

“Yes,” she said. Then she smiled. “I’m okay. Thank you Lily. Sometimes…sometimes everyone needs a little help, I suppose.”

Lily just smiled.

***

Lily’s Diary, Day 23:

I had a thought that scared me today. I wondered what happens inside of a room when I am not there.

I used to think that when I was not in a room that it meant the room was not there anymore, but my old doctor explained that is not so. He said that people are still there even when I do not see them, and that they do things I do not know about. Today, when I left the room with Dr. Ashe, I became afraid. I realized that once I was gone from a room, anything could happen inside it.

The idea of all the things that could happen behind a closed door made me very afraid. It is the first time that I can ever remember being afraid of something besides myself. It is not a good feeling, but perhaps it means that what Dr. Ashe is doing is starting to work.

I wonder what words are in this book when I close the cover. The pages are all blank when I open them, but there could be anything at all written here when I am not looking at them anymore. Empty books may not be any safer than empty rooms, and words may do things I do not know about, just like people.

***

Five minutes in the door Ashe knew something was wrong. The orderlies huddled around the interview room like gossipy schoolgirls. When she approached they all stopped talking at once and would not meet her gaze. Rather than listen to their denials she walked past them. Whatever had them worked up it could only be something about Lily.

The room was different now. Someone had wheeled in a TV. Lily watched it with her back to the door. When Ashe saw what was on the screen she stopped, gaping. Then she closed the door again. The orderlies all looked away. One of them snickered.

“Who?” Ashe demanded. No answer.

“Who?” she said again.

“Orders from the AD,” one of them mumbled.

Ashe pushed past them and took the elevator to the next floor. She walked into his office without knocking and dropped Lily’s file on the desk to get his attention. It made a hard smacking sound. He looked at her over his glasses. “Are you insane?” she said.

“You tell me. Specialist.”

Ashe opened her mouth but immediately swallowed the words she’d been about to say. Think this through, she told herself. Instead she sat down, folded her skirt over her knees, and took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Tell me what happened,” she said.

“She wouldn’t stop asking the staff questions. Normally she rarely speaks to anyone. Since you started treating her she’s become chatty.”

“That’s a good sign.”

“Maybe. But the things she was asking…disturbed people. Remember, no one is comfortable working with her anyway. She was asking very…explicit questions.”

“Questions about sex?”

“Yes.”

“What’s so bad about that?”

The AD picked up a memo and handed it to her. Ashe read a few lines, then grew pale.

“I went and spoke to her myself and she asked for the movies” the AD continued. “It seemed like an efficient way to address her…curiosity. She’s been watching them for eleven hours now.”

Unsure what to say, Ashe just made notes. When it was evident that the AD had nothing more to add she folded up her notebook and said, “Thank you for keeping me updated on my patient’s status.” And she walked out.

Lily was still watching the television. Ashe closed the door and locked it. The orderlies had the keys and could open the door if they wanted to, but the locking was a signal. She wished she had curtains to put over the mirror as well. Lily raised a hand in greeting, but did not turn around. She sat less than a foot away from the TV screen.

Ashe regarded the image on it: a tanned woman bent over a table, legs splayed, while a man whose face was always out of the frame railed her from behind, his knees and thighs working like pistons while her sculpted backside bobbed in and out of view. The coils of her own hair piled up like a pillow beneath her head as she pressed her cheek to the tabletop and then–

The scene changed. Now it was a man and a woman on the beach, he sprawled out on a blanket and she crouched on top of him, riding his erect cock. The tide came in behind them. The woman (dark-haired with large, dark nipples) leaned all the way forward so that the camera could swivel around for a view of her cunt opening and sliding along the shaft of–

The scene changed again, and again, and again, never more than thirty seconds on any one. Now it was a woman giving a blowjob on the hood of a car in a deserted alley. Now two women showering, soaping and fondling each other’s breasts with red lipstick smiles. Now a woman writhing on red satin sheets, a bizarrely obtrusive sex toy lodged between her legs. Lily was passive throughout it all. Ashe tapped her pencil against her notepad and said, “What do these films make you think about?”

“I’m not sure,” Lily said.

Now the screen showed a woman in a vinyl suit turning a lever while another woman, naked, writhed in simulated agony on the rack. Alligator clips adorned her pink nipples.

“Which of these is sex?” Lily said.

“All of them,” said Ashe. The volume on the television was turned down to the minimum but the performers’ voices were still audible:

“Do you like it, you filthy whore?”

“Oh God…oh God!”

“But none of them are the same,” Lily said. “How can you tell what is sex and what isn’t?”

“That’s why I asked how it makes you feel.”

The scene changed again: A redheaded woman (her hair a few shades off from Lily’s) arched on all fours on a table with a man on either side, pivoting between them, one cock in her ass and the other in her mouth. Ashe realized, suddenly, that she had actually written the phrase “One cock in her ass and the other in her mouth,” on her notepad as she watched, without meaning to, and scribbled it out.

“All this just confuses me,” Lily said. She swiveled in her chair. “What about you?” she said. “How do they make you feel?”

“We’re not here to talk about me.”

“But I’d like to.” Lily’s blue eyes gleamed. “You’re normal. I want to know what normal people think about sex. It’s important, isn’t it?”

Ashe wasn’t sure if it was Lily’s gaze, the scenes on the television, or simple embarrassment, but she was having trouble catching her breath. Her voice sounded throaty. Another girl-girl scene was on now, an extreme close-up of one woman’s splayed thighs while a blond crouched between them with vibrator in hand. The blond licked her lips, then the plastic tip of the toy. Ashe was painfully aware of the glare from the one-way mirror and her ignorance of who was behind it. Rather than think about it, she concentrated on Lily. Only Lily mattered anyway.

“Sex can be very important,” Ashe continued. Lily was attentive. More attentive than Ashe remembered her ever being before, actually. The TV speakers continued to punctuate their conversation:

“Ahhh, yes…yes…ohhhh, fuck, YES!”

“It’s an urge that lets you know…when you’ve found someone remarkable. Someone you’re willing to compromise yourself for.”

It sounded awful, but it just rolled right out of Ashe’s mouth and Lily seemed to accept it. The screen changed to a woman, bent over and manacled to the ground, her ass flogged by offscreen assailants. Her screams approached an Aria-like pitch:

“Oh, fuck, I’ve been bad…I’ve been so bad…I’ve been terrible, dirty, awful, and very, very, very, AH, God!”

“Like you?” Lily said. Ashe’s mouth went dry. “You told me to be willing to learn about myself. That’s something I never wanted to do, so that’s compromising. And I’ve never had a doctor like you, so that means you’re remarkable. I think, if you weren’t my doctor, you’re someone I’d be attracted to.”

For a fleeting second Lily’s little pink tongue flickered over her soft, juvenile lips; it was both alluring and obscene. “Do you think I’m right, Dr. Ashe?”

“I think…”

Ashe could not help but notice Lily’s hands–white as goose down and, by the looks of them, just as soft. They were making an enticing journey up Lily’s bare calves, across her knees and then to the hem of her ill-fitting hospital gown, which crept a fraction of an inch up the bare flesh of her legs to reveal naked thigh. She squeezed her legs together but slid three fingers into the tight space between them. She bit her lower lip. Ashe was very careful not to shift her legs or hips. There was an ache she didn’t want to betray. The cold, sterile clinic room felt hot and humid all of a sudden. She stopped to daub perspiration from her throat. Lily reached out, murmuring, “Let me,” and then…

Ashe switched the TV off. Lily sat back, suddenly rigid. For a moment they stared at one another. Then Ashe said: “As I was saying, attraction can be a valuable insight into your own person. The things you see in someone else are often what you want to see in yourself. It’s something we can talk about at length when you feel comfortable exploring the subject further. But as your doctor, there are certain limits to what is appropriate, and these limits are for your own good. Do you understand?”

Lily’s face was impossible to read. Ashe pretended to make a few notes. She did not look at the mirror. Finally she said: “I need to get a little air. We’ll continue our conversation from yesterday when I get back. All right?” She smiled as wide as she could and left without seeing whether Lily returned it.

In the corridor, once out of sight, she wiped her palms on her sleeves. She was still sweating when she left the building.

***

Lily’s Diary, Day 72:

I watched one of the nurses for a long time today. I wanted to see what he did when I was not around. But then I realized I did not know if he really did not know if I was around or if he was just pretending. So I asked him whether he knew I was there or not. He screamed very loud.

The other nurses said that I should not scare people like that. I told them I have always scared people. They said that I should learn to be decent. I said that I was trying, and that is why I wanted to see what the nurse did. Then they told me to go away.

They say that the nurse will not come back to work. They say he is in another hospital and is very sick from screaming. I wish I could see what he was doing now that I am really not around. Maybe one night I will.

***

Ashe only owned three real dresses and she had no idea which of them was the nicest, so she just picked one. The AD sat across from her, surprisingly sharp in a tailored suit. She was only just now realizing she did not remember his name. He did have one, didn’t he? Or maybe ADs were grown in jars in hospital basements and given numbers instead of names. Maybe if she looked close enough she could find where his number was stamped on the back of his head. She tried not to laugh at the thought.

“So why medical school?” he was asking.

Ashe swirled the ice in her glass. “I guess because I never really knew what I wanted to do with my life. I figured if I became a doctor at least no one could tell me I hadn’t done enough. What about you?”

“Tradition: All the men in my family are doctors. Except for my great uncle who drives a bus. We stopped inviting him to Thanksgiving over it.”

Ashe laughed. She was pretty sure it was a joke. It was reasonably funny in any case. She toyed with her hair; she hadn’t been sure what to do with it, but she supposed it didn’t matter. I’m not here to impress him, she told herself. Why she was here at all was a mystery, but when he’d asked her (for the third time) the idea of a night out became appealing. And he wasn’t all that bad company, really, once you talked to him for a while. He wasn’t her type. But then, who was?

The waiter returned. Ashe ate roast duck and tried to remember the last time she had a meal that didn’t come out of a can. Her stomach growled. She wondered if it was acceptable to order seconds. The harp player in the corner changed songs and Ashe shifted in the tight dress. The AD peered over the rims of his glasses, seeming to come to a kind of decision.

“Well,” he said, “no sense putting it off any longer: We have nothing to talk about except your case, so let’s talk about it.”

Ashe’s relief surprised her, and also disappointed her. She blotted her mouth with her napkin to hide it.

“For the most part, I think we’re coming to a helpful place,” Ashe said. “It’s really hard to know exactly where I stand with all of my predecessors’ files sealed. But I’m confident.” She tensed. The AD was ready for her.

“And you have something unorthodox that you’d like to propose, right?”

She exhaled slowly. This was it; now or never. “I’d like to take Lily out of the clinic. A supervised leave, in my custody.”

The AD sawed his knife through a braised haunch of lamb, still peering at her. “You realize that’ll be a tough sell?”

“That’s why I’m asking for your help convincing the director.”

“What makes you think I’ll help?”

“You’ve already demonstrated that you’re also willing to explore unorthodox avenues of treatment with her.” She let her fork slide against her teeth as she took the next bite, keeping eye contact with him, daring him to back down. He switched tactics.

“And how will this help Lily?”

“I think that the clinic itself has become the focal point of her self-stigmatizing behavior.”

“And leaving will snap her out of it?”

“I think it’s the necessary first step.”

“You do realize that there’s more to her case than the psychological? Her physical abnormalities–“

“Those aren’t–“

“You can’t continue to ignore the facts. She’s not normal. She’s not–“

“Human?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But that’s what you think. That’s what everyone thinks. You’re afraid that if you let her leave the clinic that she’ll run wild in the countryside and terrorize the villagers.”

The AD sighed and shook his head. He forked a bite into his mouth. “You’d need her consent to take her anywhere. She won’t like it.”

“I’ll convince her.”

“You think she trusts you that much?”

“Yes,” Ashe said. She pushed her plate away. The harpist had stopped playing. The AD examined his cufflinks very closely, not meeting her eye. “You like to gamble?” he said.

“This isn’t a gamble.”

“No, I mean there’s a casino on the upper floor. Are you a blackjack kind of woman?”

“Oh.” Ashe blinked. “Yes, I think I am.”

He pushed her chair in for her and escorted her to the elevator. “So where do you propose to keep her for the duration of this…sabbatical?”

Ashe smiled. “I have somewhere special in mind,” she said.

***

Lily shrank against Ashe for protection. Her electric blue eyes swept over the grass and the trees and the grey-gold of the sunlight through the clouds, and she clutched the hem of Ashe’s shirt. “Is it all real?” she said.

“Very real,” Ashe said. She kept one arm around Lily’s shoulders and closed the car door. It was a cold, foggy morning and she wore a heavy coat for protection. Lily wore only a light shirt and slacks; Ashe had bought the clothes for her herself. Lily had never worn anything but clinic-issued clothing and found her new outfits funny. Ashe guided her up the driveway, toward the house.

“Is this yours?” Lily said.

“It was my father’s,” said Ashe. “Which means it’s mine now. But I don’t live here normally.”

“And…how far are we from the clinic?” She had asked that many times. Ashe had tried to answer in a way that would make sense to her, and even showed her several times on a map, but it was hard to make anything sink in. She pointed to the nearest copse of trees.

“Well, if you hike through there, you find yourself just on the edge of the headlands, and if you hike a little ways further you can see the bridge.” She paused. “The Golden Gate Bridge.” She waited for Lily to react. Lily just stared. Ashe sighed inside. “Never mind,” she said. “You don’t need to think about the clinic while you’re here. That’s the point.”

She had to let Lily go to pick up both of their bags and unlock the front door. The girl all but clung to her back. The house was dark and quiet in that way that only old houses long unlived in can be. Once inside Lily seemed a bit better; she at least let go of Ashe, though she always hovered a few feet away. She seemed not to know what to make of the house’s dark corners and wood paneling and soft carpets, so different from the glacial white environment she’d grown up in.

Outside, the black, curling roots and branches of the old trees and the long, winding paths looked like a dark, fairy tale forest. Ashe thought the atmosphere suited Lily. It was easy to imagine her making a home in the forest like a fairy creature or gliding, silent and ethereal, along the house’s long dark hallways in the middle of the night, like a Victorian madwoman. But the imagery was not frightening; she imagined she could watch Lily here endlessly, days going by without her even noticing.

She bit her lip, admonishing herself.

Lily found her way to the library. She had a fascination with books and read much, but rarely more than a few pages of any one thing. She did not understand fiction at all, and only a few nonfiction works kept her interest. But Ashe knew she could leave her here, crouched on the floor with a thumb running back and forth over the leatherbound spines of each volume, for hours.

Then Lily stumbled on the VHS tapes. “What are these?”

“Movies,” Ashe said.

“Like the ones we watched before?”

“Not quite.”

Lily picked one up. It was James Whale’s Frankenstein. Boris Karloff’s face glowered from the cover. Red letters under the title declared: “The Man Who Made a Monster!” Ashe flinched. She’d meant to remove that one.

“Can we watch this one?” Lily said.

“…sure. Yes. Let’s go to the TV room.”

They sat on a small sofa, the same one where Ashe had sat on her father’s lap first time she watched this same movie. Lily leaned against Ashe a little, bare arm to bare shoulder, the smallest square inch of skin to skin contact. It was the first time they had ever been so close.

It was hard to gauge Lily’s reaction to the film. As the movie neared its end Lily asked, “Will the doctor hang himself?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because that’s what my father did.”

Ashe groped for words. “No,” was all she came up with.

***

Lily’s Diary, Day 113:

I like the movie. I have watched it every day since we came here. Dr. Ashe usually watches it with me.

I asked why the movie was made. She said, to scare people. I asked, do people like to be scared? She said, sometimes. She said there are people whose entire job it is to make books and movies that will scare other people. I never thought that you could make someone happy by scaring them.

I wonder if people are happy when they are scared of me? I hope they are. I am glad for the nurse who screamed when I talked to him. He must have been very happy.

I have a surprise for Dr. Ashe. To thank her for what she taught me.

***

It was the feeling of being watched that woke Ashe. She fumbled for the lamp in the pitch-black room. It flickered on, revealing Lily at the bedside. “Hello, Dr. Ashe,” she said.

Ashe sat up, hugging the covers; the room was cold, but Lily wore barely anything. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“I don’t sleep.”

Ashe had read that in the file too, but of course it couldn’t be true. Some severe insomniacs claim not to have slept in days or even years but really they had sleeping spells so brief weren’t aware of them. These facts tumbled through Ashe’s head as she tried to dispel the late-night confusion. Then Lily climbed up onto the bed with her.

“”I was watching you sleep because I was worried,” she said. “I thought you might have died. Dead people and sleeping people look a lot alike to me. I can’t ever tell the difference.”

“I’m fine. You should go back to bed. In the morning–“

Lily took Ashe by the hand. She ran her manicured fingers over Ashe’s. She’d seen a model’s hand in a magazine and asked Ashe to treat and paint her nails the same way. Now they looked like tiny pools of blood on her fingertips. “Do you always sleep alone?” she asked.

“That’s…a personal question. But there’s no one else here but you and me.”

“I know,” Lily said. She placed Ashe’s hand against her chest; she was wearing only a thin cotton nightgown. “Do you feel my heart beating? It’s very, very slow. One of my first doctors said my heart beat so slowly it would be a medical record, if they were allowed to write about me. He would listen to my heartbeat every day. Once he did it for a whole hour.”

Lily’s skin was hot and flushed under Ashe’s fingers. She felt the curved sides of Lily’s tiny breasts and squirmed, crossing her legs under the comforter. Lily leaned in.

“Do you like being my doctor?”

“Yes.” It was barely a word.

“But you don’t want to be my doctor forever.”

“I…want you to get better so that you won’t need anymore doctors in your life. But I always want to be someone in your life even after that.”

“What would you be if you weren’t my doctor?”

“Your friend.”

“I’ve never had a friend. Do friends do this?” Lily kissed Ashe on the cheek. It made Ashe think of strawberries. She let out a quavering breath.

“Sometimes,” she said.

“And this?” Lily kissed the ridge of Ashe’s ear. Her tongue darted out. Ashe squeezed her legs together harder.

“Sometimes.”

Lily pressed Ashe’s hand even harder against her chest. Her heartbeat became so slow Ashe could swear it wasn’t there at all. But the promise of Lily’s milky white flesh was very real, and very warm. “Kiss me here,” Lily said, pointing to the place between her breasts, just above the bow on her nightgown. She clambered up onto Ashe’s lap and thrust herself forward. Ashe’s lips touched Lily’s bare skin; a feeling like electricity tingled across her skin.

Lily hung her arms around Ashe’s neck. Her legs wrapped around Ashe’s body, strong and lithe. Then she pressed her mouth to the side of Ashe’s neck; her kisses were awkward in their eagerness, like a teenager. She ground against Ashe through the flimsy fabric of her nightgown.

Ashe resisted the urge to put her hands on Lily. She even resisted the urge to kiss her more. But she did not push Lily away either. She let Lily clamor over her, remaining still as the girl’s lips slid down her neck, over her shoulders, across her collarbone. When Lily pulled the blankets down Ashe’s body, Ashe did not protest. She was naked under the sheets and Lily’s mouth followed a line down the center of her body, from her throat to the space between her breasts and then across the plane of her stomach, tickling her navel for a moment and then going even lower, Lily’s mouth glanced against the light thatch of pubic hair where Ashe’s hips converged. Her lips were so soft they barely felt real; like a butterfly’s wings.

The feel of Lily’s fingers on Ashe’s bare skin was barely there too. Just the tips of her fingers glided up and down the center line of Ashe’s back, and then across the spread of her bare shoulders, and down the sensitive skin of her forearms, stimulating the tiny, invisible hairs there. She felt like a ghost; Ashe thought that any sudden movement would banish Lily completely, scattering her as if she’s never been there in the first place, so she kept still. The bedside lamp provided just enough dim yellow light to silhouette Lily’s figure. Ashe felt like she could hide in that little light and the world would never see either of them again.

The unexpected arrival of Lily’s mouth on one of Ashe’s nipples made her tense up. She felt like a closed fist. Then it happened again; the soft touch of Lily’s bubblegum-pink lips and strawberry red tongue on the erect point of Ashe’s left nipple, and then, just as unexpectedly, on the right. She clenched again and this time couldn’t unwind no matter how hard she tried. She was wound almost to the breaking point. Her breasts had always been particularly sensitive. She risked opening her eyes to peak for just a moment and the sight of Lily’s electric blue gaze staring up at her while her pert mouth closed over one of Ashe’s full, large breasts sent a dark, hot flush down her thighs. She was aching wet in a few seconds.

Lily’s fingers slid under the covers, groping up and down Ashe’s legs. Ashe spread them a bit. Lily curled around Ashe’s body, pulling the straps of her nightgown down so that their bare skin touched. Ashe fixated on Lily’s mouth. It was like a tiny pink bud, wet with dew. She wanted to touch it but it seemed too fragile. She pictured a flower shedding all of its petals.

Lily’s groping fingers went higher. She touched the wet spot and Ashe groaned and rolled her eyes. She spread her legs wider. Lily pressed her cheek to Ashe’s and whispered, her tiny voice almost smothered by the dark: “Maybe you don’t want me to call you just a friend?”

Ashe’s mouth was too dry to speak. Lily was rubbing against her now, grinding the heel of her palm against Ashe. She whispered again:

“Maybe what you really want me to call you is…Mama?”

Ashe’s eyes snapped open. Lily’s breath was hot on her ear.

“Is that it? Do you want me to be Mama’s bad little girl? Do you?” A

she remembered the day in the clinic, the dialogue on the movie, the one her eyes had lingered on for just a second longer than the others. Too small a thing to notice, or so she had thought (and just how would Lily know when her back was turned the whole time…), but now Lily’s small, sweet voice poured the same words into her ear, each one shaped like a pearl by her utterly exquisite mouth:

“Punish me. Punish this bad little girl. Punish me Mama. Teach me a lesson.”

Lily’s small fingers moved quick now, rubbing in a circle. Ashe felt paralyzed; the world, she was certain, was crashing down around them. But she couldn’t staunch the urge to thrash and churn or stifle at least the hard edge of her moans. She was coiled up like a spring and she couldn’t hold it forever; the tension threatened to shake her to pieces.

Finally Lily’s hand found the right spot. She pushed…and Ashe fell back, helpless, lost, weak, screaming, struggling, blind. Her body was on fire; the pointed tips of each of her nipples tingled like lightning. Her hands balled into fists so tight they hurt. When she finished she found she was crying, and Lily wrapped her up in her arms, cradling Ashe’s head against her chest, whispering:

“Shhhh. It’s all right. It’s all right.”

Ashe cried. She slept. She woke. She cried then slept some more. Lily was already awake each time. All through the night, Lily never slept.

***

Lily’s screams woke Ashe up..

Her arms were around the girl before she knew what was going on. Lily thrashed, hugging the sides of her head with her hands, screaming until her lips split. Ashe couldn’t believe how loud she was. She thought her eardrums might burst.

Lily kicked the covers away and Ashe saw blood painting the sheets. Lily tried to rub it away with her hands but all she did was stain her fingers. Ashe took her by the wrists and shook her. “Stop, stop!”

The screams stopped instantly, like an alarm turned off with the push of a button. She remained brittle and tense, eyes wide, pupils shrunk.

“It’s all right,” Ashe said. “It’s just your cycle. You should have told me you were close.”

“Close to what?”

“Your time. It happens to everybody.”

“It doesn’t happen to me.”

Ashe looked Lily in the eye. “Do you mean…you never menstruate?”

Lily shook her head.

“Do you even know what that word means?”

Another head shake. Then: “I want to go back to the clinic.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. Let me explain–“

“I want to go BACK!” The last word was so loud it made Ashe’s skull ache.

“The clinic is hours away,” Ashe said. “There’s a closer hospital in Marin.”

“The clinic,” Lily said. She squeezed Ashe’s hands; blood smeared both their fingers. “The clinic.” Ashe heard her own heartbeat in her aching ears. It made her feel crushed and helpless.

“All right,” she said. “If that’s what you really want…”

***

The AD would not look at her for some time. Maybe he was waiting for her to say something. But she wouldn’t let herself be trapped that way. Instead she waited.

The phone rang. The AD listened without saying anything. He looked at Ashe now. When he hung up he had to clear his throat twice before he could speak.

“Lily is fine,” he said.

Ashe nodded. “I told her she was just menstruating, but–“

“She doesn’t menstruate.”

“Excuse me?”

“Never. Not once in the entire time she’s been here. It’s in the file. But it seems there were a lot of things in Lily’s file that you never took the time to become familiar with.”

“There were serious errors in it.”

The AD leaned back in his chair a little. “The blood came from two self-inflicted wounds she made on her thigh. With a pair of nail clippers from off your nightstand.”

Ashe blinked several times, trying to grasp what she’d been told. “She’s never shown any self-abusive behavior before.”

“And she didn’t this time either. She did it so that you would bring her back here.”

Panic. Ashe pushed it away.

“She told us some…alarming things, about her time in your care. Although you are not a doctor, you are still bound by certain basic ethical obligations when it comes to the patients here. Lily said that you took certain advantages of her. She said–“

He broke off. Then he swore under his breath. “Are you really going to make me drag this out? Just come clean and tell us everything that happened. It’ll be easier.” He looked very tired, and surprisingly sad.

Ashe considered her words carefully. “I’d like to see Lily.”

“Not a chance.”

“I’m her primary.”

“Like hell you are. You’re lucky we don’t have you arrested.”

“Did the director tell you that?”

The AD paused. “She’s not in.”

“Only the director can order me removed.”

“She will.”

“But until she does Lily is still my patient and you can’t bar me from attending to her. So I want to see her. Right now.”

The AD’s ruddy face went pale. Ashe realized she had never seen him get angry until now. With stiff movements he picked up the phone, dialed a single number, and said, “The woman is coming down. Admit her.” He turned his chair away when he hung up.

Everyone stared at Ashe as she walked down the halls. Or maybe it only seemed that way? They couldn’t possibly all know, she told herself. She kept her eyes on her feet.

The room was not Lily’s ordinary room: Monitors and medical equipment was stacked up on either side of her bed, but most of them didn’t even seem to be turned on. There was, as always, a one-way mirror. Lily smiled at Ashe. “I’m feeling much better now,” she said. “The bleeding stopped. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“That’s…all right,” Ashe said. She fumbled with the chair in the room. Her knees quaked even as she sat. Lily still smiled. It pierced Ashe’s heart. “Lily,” she said, “did you tell them…”

The words wouldn’t come. She licked her lips and tried something else:

“I think this is goodbye. I think I’m not going to be your doctor anymore.”

Lily’s smile flickered. “Of course.”

“Not because I want to,” Ashe was quick to add. “They’re making me go away.”

Lily nodded. “Yes, I know. I’m sorry. It must be very hard for you.”

Ashe nodded. Then she started to cry. The room blurred into a single blinding white smear. Lily touched her hand.

“Dr. Ashe…are you in love with me?”

Ashe nodded.

“Oh my. Do you love me more than anyone you’ve ever known?”

Another nod. Lily leaned in.

“Do you love me so much you could die?”

Ashe pushed the word from her mouth: “Yes.”

She felt empty once it was out of her. Empty, and relieved, and ridden with grief. Lily became thoughtful for a moment. She closed her eyes and kept them closed, something Ashe had never seen her do. For a second the corners of her mouth twitched, though Ashe could not tell if she was about to smile or about to cry. Then, in a tiny, soft voice she said:

“Oh. Well. I guess you had better hurry up and do it then.”

***

Lily’s Diary, Day 114:

There was so much screaming today.

You would think the people here had never seen someone hang themselves before.

***

Lily’s Diary, Final Entry:

I meet my new doctor today. He is a man.

I heard the director and the assistant director talking about him. They were behind the mirror, but they never realize that I can hear them when they are back there. The assistant director was very upset. He is still new. I think he liked Dr. Ashe a lot. He asked why they let it happen. The director said that it was the whole point. She said they had to keep studying me to find out why the people who love me always kill themselves. She said it started with my parents and it never stopped.

The assistant director said, “I don’t understand. Does she make them do it?”

And the director said, “I don’t know. I don’t think even she knows.”

The assistant director said, “How many more will it take?”

And the director said, “As many as it has to. Until we understand her.”

I think it was a silly conversation.

Dr. Ashe must have loved me very much. And I think, at the end, she was very scared of me too. I will work hard to make my new doctor just as happy.

I do not know what I will do with this book now. I do not think that I should keep writing it in it now that Dr. Ashe is not my doctor anymore. Perhaps I will have them bury it with her. That way, she will have something to remember me by.

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CHAPTER 2

My, oh my… College made up for it.

Well, college women made up for it. School was the usual torture test. You could only try to endure classes. Lecturers were boring. People asked stupid questions to slow things down. Really, is there anything more pathetic than a Freshman Chemistry class?

At least I had Daniela to look at. She was a transfer student from somewhere in Eastern Europe. Geography was not my strong point.

Ah, Daniela. Tall, fit, and gorgeous. Sleek blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sexy accent. Slender in all the right places like a Russian tennis star, but bodaciously curvy in all the best places. And she usually sat just across the aisle from me. I had a hard time focusing on the teacher.

She often noticed me staring, and we chatted occasionally. She was very careful not to lead me on or overly flirt with me. But sometimes when I’d stare at her in class, I noticed that she noticed, and her breath would start getting heavy, her skin would get flushed. I’d like to think I was having some sort of effect on her. But ultimately, I was just happy she knew my name.

And Daniela wasn’t even the only girl to catch my attention. I was surrounded by a school full of hot co-eds, and for the weirdest reason, many of them loved to flirt with me. I’d flirt back, and they would typically make very suggestive comments. But it was Daniela who really had my attention.

Unfortunately, Daniela wasn’t one of those girls blatantly offering me sex, however much I wanted her. So I’d resigned myself to worshiping her from a distance.

As luck would have it, Daniela wasn’t much of a chemistry student. Less than a month into school, the professor pulled both of us aside into his office. In short, I was cruising through the class and the professor recommended that Daniela study with me. Nothing like formal tutoring, just a study partner. Daniela happily agreed, and when she smiled at me, there was no way I could say “no.”

Oh, yeah. College was going to be awesome.

***

I knocked on the door to Brown 106, which was Daniela’s sophomore class dorm suite, and Carmen answered with a big smile on her face. Carmen was one of Daniela’s roommates; we’d met at lunch one time in the cafeteria along with the third roommate, Evie. Carmen was short and she was sexy, a little Latina fireball.

Carmen’s dark hair was streaked and her eyes bright and golden. She leaned against the doorframe giving me a sexy grin, crossing her arms beneath her bosom to press her boobs up and together for me. She was dressed in her usual brief attire and flirtatiously gave me a long peek down the front of her blouse as she backed up to let me in. I observed that she had a very nice rack packed into her compact bod.

I got situated on the couch and started to unpack my books. Carmen came around and sat down right next to me. She glanced over to the hallway, where Daniela’s door was still closed. “Daniela!!!” she yelled.

We both heard a muffled bump, like someone had hit their head against the desk or something. I then heard what sounded like a “hold on”.

“Ah, Daniela’s going to be a little bit.” Carmen explained.

“I’ll bet she’s studying hard in there,” I commented with a little smile.

Carmen laughed. “Riiight. Actually, I think she’s practicing her Chemistry.”

“Practicing?” I wondered aloud.

As if on cue, Daniela’s door opened, and Evie came through the doorway, wrapped in a bathrobe and looking a little bit flushed in the face. She was the brunette American version of Daniela, same kind of bodacious body and almost as pretty. When Evie noticed me, she gave a little smile and then wordlessly fled into her own room.

Daniela came out a minute later, dressed in loose house clothing. The baggy shirt covered up her skin, but from the bounce I could tell that Daniela did not have a bra on underneath. “I am sorry. I forgot the time.”

I can’t say enough about Daniela’s accent. Even such an innocent phrase set my hormones on fire, and I did my best to temper the lust roaring inside of me.

We all sat around a little awkwardly while Daniela unpacked her books. Carmen was glancing at me with a funny look, while Daniela kept furtively flickering her gaze over to Evie’s door. I could feel the heat rising in the room, as if the girls were getting as aroused as I felt.

I finally decided to break the silence, and the awkward questions. “So, Daniela, what WERE you doing in there?” I put a little flirty innuendo into my voice.

Daniela blushed a deep crimson, and then glanced at Evie’s door again.

“I mean, Carmen here said you were practicing your Chemistry with Evie.”

Daniela blushed again, and looked in a panic at Carmen, glaring at her roommate rather angrily.

Carmen got defensive, then muttered. “Well, you were.” She then turned to me. “This hot chica is into other girls. Daniela and Evie are lesbian. I think you interrupted a little tryst.”

“Please then, don’t let me get in the way,” I stated. The images flooding my brain were overwhelming, and my horniness was skyrocketing at the view. Chemistry classwork was the last thing on my mind now. “I know how pissed off a girl can get when she’s left hanging like that. So go ahead, I’m cool with it. I’ll wait ’til you two are done.”

Daniela paused for a moment, torn between her current levels of arousal and her embarrassment. I wanted to come across as open-minded and non-judgmental. But I also would love to be just outside the door and listening to two fantastically hot babes going at it with each other. At last she just got up and went to Evie’s room, opening the door and going straight for her girlfriend.

She left the door open, and from my vantage point I could see her lean in to kiss Evie wetly on the lips, and start to pull the bathrobe off of her girlfriend. My breath caught when I realized I was staring at Evie’s naked round tits and shaved pussy, and that they had no intention of bothering to close the door.

Carmen realized that I could see, and moved over on the couch to catch a glimpse for her own. Her skin was red-hot to the touch, and she instinctively leaned against me as we watched the two girls stripping each other and then move onto Evie’s bed to kiss and caress.

“They’ve never left the door open before,” Carmen mumbled. “I get so horny listening them to go at it, but I never got to watch before.”

I could feel how horny Carmen was getting, rubbing her petite body back against my chest reflexively. The arousal levels in the room built up and up while we watched, until you could palpably feel the pressure against your skin. And then Carmen’s hand was in my crotch, experimentally feeling out along my hardness trapped in my pants.

I knew in that moment that there had to be a god or some higher being up there, someone looking out for me. How else could you explain three gorgeous women getting so horny and sexual with a stranger they barely knew?

Carmen and I just watched in silence, listening to breathy “oohs” and moans as Daniela and Evie moved into a hot sixty-nine, Daniela’s heavy breasts hanging down and swinging pendulously for my viewing pleasure. This hot blonde and brunette tongue-thrashed each other, and as I looked closer, I realized with excitement that both girls were bare-shaved. Easier on the tongue that way.

Carmen was playing with herself, and when I reached my hands around to begin caressing Carmen’s body, I met no resistance and found myself getting bolder. My hands slipped underneath Carmen’s tiny V-neck, and I started rubbing at a firm tit.

I only squeezed a hard nipple once before Carmen was suddenly moving, slipping her shorts and panties to her ankles, and then opening my pants to let my erection out into the open air. She got me free then pointed my rocket to the sky before clambering into my lap, facing away, then lowering herself into my lap to let me spear up into her tight pussy.

I was getting hot and sweaty while we slowly screwed each other, and I ripped my shirt off before lifting Carmen’s shirt up to her neck, and then snapped the bra so I could fully palm her tits. I chuckled a little at the urgency of our situation. Except for my shirt, Carmen and I both had all our clothes still attached to ankles and shoulders; they were just roughly pushed to the side so we could get to the fucking.

Carmen was still grinding her hips in my lap while we caressed each other. However, our eyes were fully locked on the lesbian show before us. When the moans and whimpers in the other room reached a fever pitch and finally crested over into orgasm, Carmen let out a little moan of her own and came in my lap.

Carmen’s body was still trembling when Evie and Daniela, still nude, came back to the living room to check in on us. They watched, enraptured, as Carmen was now flinging her small body onto my pole over and over again, with increasing force and speed. I jacked Carmen’s light body onto me very quickly, and found myself spacing out as I ogled over Evie and Daniela’s beautiful naked bodies. In the end, it was that sight that set me off.

I started grunting, and Carmen moaned, “Oh, yeah. Cum in me! I want to feel you spurting into me!”

Eager to please, I let loose and coated Carmen’s insides with my jizz. The instant she felt the first splash she climaxed again, and we vibrated together in our simultaneous orgasm. I came so hard I was sure her tonsils were going to feel it, my balls pulsing as I emptied shot after shot into the little imp in my lap. Carmen was cursing at me in barely coherent Spanish the whole time.

Evie’s eyes were wide as she watched us cumming. Even after we were done, her eyes were still fixated on where my rod was splitting Carmen in half. “Wow…” she murmured in amazement.

Carmen just smiled back, reveling in the afterglow. Her eyes were slits, and her voice got husky when she asked, “Want a taste?”

Evie nodded, her eyes never leaving Carmen’s crotch.

So Carmen dismounted me and sat on the couch a few feet away, keeping her inner muscles tight to prevent any of our precious fluids from escaping. But then as Evie got to her knees, she relaxed and guided Evie’s head between her legs to let Evie begin to lap at our mingled juices and taste her nether lips. “Oh, damn,” Carmen exclaimed as new pleasures hit her mind. “Three months of living with you two and I finally get a hot babe to go down on me.”

That left Daniela to sidle up next to me, rubbing her bounteous tits against my arm and let one hand drift down to experimentally poke at my pecker. “That looked like fun.”

“It is,” I whispered back to her. I was momentarily satisfied, but my arousal had not abated. “Want to try it?”

“Mmm, I have not done that in years.” Her soft hand was petting it, and obediently my tool began twitching back to life.

“Well, I would be happy to reintroduce you.” I smiled, and then leaned over to kiss her. Daniela’s lips were spicy and exotic. We’re all the same humans, but somehow she tasted so differently from American girls. My lips were soft, but forceful. I had to show her that guys could still be better kissers.

Daniela was really starting to get into my kiss, and she started whimpering into my mouth as my hands began to rove her naked body. I cupped her perfect tits in my hands and squeezed her tight ass.

She pulled back just long enough to gasp, “I can’t believe I’m doing this! It’s so strange, but I feel soooo aroused when I’m around you. I can’t help myself.”

I didn’t want to ruin my momentum by responding. Instead I just moved forward to capture her lips with mine again. We kissed and caressed urgently. Once I was ready, I lifted her into my lap until she was straddling me, and then reached down to guide my erection into Daniela’s warm folds.

She started to turn away, closing her eyes to concentrate as I began to penetrate her, but I held tightly to her and kept my tongue planted in her mouth as I suddenly bucked up and speared her in one thrust.

Daniela screamed into my mouth at my invasion, then threw her head back and squeezed her eyes tightly as she felt the full penetration. But then I was already bucking into her body and Daniela’s scream quickly devolved into a series of uncontrollable moans of ecstasy. She had been trying to ease her way into sex the way a person slowly dips into a cold swimming pool. But you get so much more of rush just cannonballing your way in, and I intended to give her a rush she would never recover from.

I was jackhammering Daniela’s body in my lap, and she rapidly tripped off into a quick orgasm. Carmen’s eyes glittered as she watched us, and Evie turned her head away from slurping up our combined fluids in Carmen’s crotch to see what was going on.

Once Daniela came down from that first high, I flipped her over onto her back against the couch and then impaled her on my shaft again as I thrust forward and returned into her tight cavity. Daniela’s tits were wobbling enticingly with every push and I kept one thumb furiously rubbing at her clit as my cock sawed in and out of her.

Carmen screamed out her delight as Evie brought her to a new climax, then she raised Evie up to taste the honey wetness on her girl friend’s lips. I was in heaven watching all the wonderful flesh around me.

After Daniela shrieked her way to a second orgasm, I let go of my irongrip control and began to speed down the road to ignition. I got a grip on her hips, ready to pull out at just the right moment. She had been a lesbian after all. Daniela watched my eyes light up, and called to me, “I want you to cum inside me.”

My eyes bugged out, but then she said, “I’m safe. It keeps me regular.”

I grinned at my good fortune, and then gave myself over to the feelings. Daniela moaned in happy anticipation, directing her focus down to the sensations in her hips. Three thrusts later I slammed my hips forward one last time and held myself as deeply as I could go, and then my cannon exploded right at the entrance to her womb.

Daniela’s eyes sparkled as my cum splashed and roiled around inside of her, the perfect picture of wide-eyed wonderment at these strange sensations. “Oh, that feels fantastic…” she sighed, happily.

Evie was right next to us then, watching my hips bucking and especially focused on the pleasurable effects I was having on Daniela. When I pulled out and sank heavily into the couch, Evie just crawled on top of Daniela’s heaving body and began Frenching her madly, grinding her own bare pussy against Daniela’s sloppy one and pressing her boobs into Daniela’s chest.

I sat back, catching my breath to enjoy watching the show. Carmen felt left out for a moment, and then decided to inject herself between her two roommates. She moved Evie’s hips off to the side, and then planted her face in Daniela’s crotch and noisily started slurping out my semen.

As tired as I felt, watching three hot babes lesbian groping and kissing each other was getting a new rise out of me.

Presently, Daniela noticed my staff coming back up to attention and paused from her liplock on Evie. “Do you want to try?” she asked Evie, nodding at me.

Evie turned around, suddenly nervous for a moment. She watched my baton wave in the air a bit, screwing up her face trying to decide what to do. At last, she mumbled a breathy, “yes…” and then got up off of Daniela.

She looked at me, then back to her girlfriend. “Come with me?”

“Of course. I’m sure Carmen would love to keep me company.”

Evie stepped over my body, her beautiful tits hanging wonderfully in my face, still coated with bits of wetness from Daniela’s tongue. She took my hand in hers. “I want my first man to be in a proper bed.”

I let Evie lead me from the couch and back to her bedroom, simultaneously honored and excited to be her first. We lay onto the bed and kissed tenderly, while Daniela sat down in a comfy chair nearby to the bed. Carmen just climbed into Daniela’s lap and began to rub her tits into Daniela’s bosom, while lowering her head to nibble at her new lover’s neck.

My hands roved over Evie’s body, taking care to stay smooth and caressing, I didn’t want to frighten her. I positioned my new erection at the third set of wet nether lips I would possess tonight, and gently began to lean in.

Evie went stiff as the head popped through, and I stayed right there to let her get adjusted. Once she relaxed, I let gravity take over as the folds slowly parted and my rod sank more deeply into her.

“Omigod. I’ll feel so full,” Evie whimpered.

I let my arms sink into the bed underneath her shoulders, kissing her again as I backed myself out before slowly pumping back in again. Evie had a sharp intake of breath as I did this, followed by a light giggle and a happy sigh. “This feels pretty good, actually.”

I just smiled and kept on going.

Gradually, we picked up the pace, going faster and harder until Evie was bucking her hips at me to capture more of my meat with every thrust, and I was pistoning in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. She became much more vocal as we kept fucking, my rod carving her out in ways only rubber toys had ever done before, and with a lot more force this time around.

“Oh, fuck me! I’m fucking. I’m being fucked! Fuck me!” Evie was calling out, half in disbelief. I kept pumping until her wails started blending into each other incoherently, and she was just moaning constantly without words. I could hear her speeding up and getting higher and higher in pitch until amidst one of my really fast poundings she suddenly went deathly quiet for five seconds.

And then Evie blew. A shriek, so loud I was sure I’d have hearing problems for hours, detonated in my ear. Her pussy was suddenly juicing out of control and her whole body shaking so the wooden bed started creaking. I was fucking inside of a hurricane and the pressure on my dick was so intense that I knew I was about to lose control.

I pulled out just barely in time and then blew my wad all at once in a single gigantic orgasm that sprayed my cum all over Evie’s upper body and face. The milky white jizz was splattered everywhere, coating her entire face, neck, and tits. And she was still trembling uncontrollably in the aftershocks of her climax.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of both our lives.

Carmen and Daniela were just gaping at us. We were both covered in sweat, and Evie leaned up to kiss me with a newfound aggressiveness. “We are soooo doing that again.”

***

My trysts with the three babes of Brown 106 continued throughout the year. But that’s all they ever were: trysts. No romantic relationships, I was just the guy they kept around for booty calls. Now it’s not that I minded, really. Most guys would kill for this kind of no-strings-attached fucking. But I’d gotten used to having an Ashley or a Becky by my side: to have a date on Friday nights, to have someone I could reliably depend on, or even if I wanted to talk to someone. Girls were good for that. My male friends just wanted to video game or play ball.

One night, I found myself plugging away at Daniela doggy-style while she ate out Evie’s wet pussy. Carmen was studying in the library, leaving our threesome for a few hours of stress-free playtime. Evie was just crying out her orgasm, and I could feel my balls approaching their climax when a sudden pang of loneliness hit me. It was such a strange sensation, and incredibly, I felt myself starting to soften.

Here I was, screwing one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever met, watching her lesbian munching on another beautiful girl, and I was losing my erection. I found myself mentally checking out, and I stopped thrusting. Daniela misread my intentions and she slipped off of me, turned around and stuck my dick into her mouth. She was still very new to blowjobs, but she was an eager student and was quickly becoming proficient.

When it became clear that I was not as close to shooting off as she’d originally anticipated, she motioned to Evie and soon the both of them were dually licking, sucking, and stroking me, and together they had my rod twitching and swelling of its own accord. No matter what my mental state, the pressure was building and building inside of me until finally, my cannon twitched a final time and then blew, exploding in both of their faces as they took turns milking out each spurt towards their open mouths. I let my head loll back in relief as the pressure in my mind went slack, and I resigned myself to let Evie slurp my other head into her mouth and drink down all my remaining fluids.

Once I was done, I just lay back across the bed and stared at the ceiling while Daniela and Evie kissed each other wetly. Then Evie noticed me first. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you enjoy that?”

Putting my most reassuring smile on my face, I replied, “Oh, of course. That was fantastic, really, from both of you.”

“Then what is it?” Daniela cuddled in behind Evie, their naked bodies pressed against each other while they both looked at me.

“Oddly enough, I think I’m lonely. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being here. But I realize that you two are a strong couple. I can see the love from here. I guess I wish I had that as well.”

They looked at each other for a moment. Then Daniela spoke up. “What about Carmen? She’s not seeing anyone.”

For a few minutes, Daniela and Evie were all excited about the possible match- making, but when Carmen came home and the question was asked, she said flatly, “No.” Nothing personal, I just wasn’t her type. Great in the sack, but not the kind of guy to bring home to mom and dad.

For the rest of the year, I played the field. I went to social events, the local college bars that didn’t check I.D., even picked up girls at the library. Some of the time, I just wasn’t interested. Usually, if I was interested, I got laid. And the frequency with which I was able to meet new women was quickly earning me a reputation at the school.

I was the Ultimate Playboy. I was the quirky freshman who at first glance didn’t look like a stud. But women were physically attracted to me for some unknown reason, and I never left a girl sexually unsatisfied. But I never had a long-term relationship. I was the idiot savant, a talented sex machine but incapable of getting a girl to romance.

***

Despite my string of hookups and one-night stands, I always had the girls of Brown 106 to come back to. Many times I passed over a girl throwing herself at me because I just wasn’t that into her, and I would rather go back to the dorm and find at least one of my harem waiting for me. But we had a shallow relationship built only on sex, and when the year ended for summer break, so did our arrangement. I was moving on.

I went home for the summer, bringing all my dirty laundry and eager for my mom’s cooking. While at home, I seduced a number of hot girls I knew from high school, as well as several townies. All of them were brief summer affairs, none lasting more than a week. I even hooked up with Becky for old time’s sake when we met up at a restaurant.

But then it was time to head back to school.

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“Sit down Dad.” I said to my father, extremely terrified. He knew right away what this conversation was going to be about. “Dad…. The babies are mine,” I confessed to him. “Oh my God!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “How could you be so irresponsible. You’ve ruined your life and these two young women’s lives!” he contined screaming. “Dad, it’s not like that. All throughout high school Nina, Nancy, and I have been having sex while using protection.” I explained. “Than how did you wind up getting these two girls pregnant?” he asked. “It’s a long story.” I said. “Well, it better be a very good explanation, because your miter is going to decide your fate tonight.”

I told my father the truth, and nothing but. I told him how Ms. Daniels had forced the twins and I to have unprotected sex on graduation day, and how she threatened us with not graduating that day if we didn’t. “That is quite a story son, it better be the same story you tell your mother tonight when she gets home.” He said striking fear into my heart.

Three hours later, my moms headlights of her car pulled Ito my driveway. My mind again began racing. The door knob began to turn on the front door, an my mom walked in and saw the twins, my father and myself sitting on the couch. “Hello!! Nina! Nancy! How are you two?” my mom said excitedly. “Don’t get too excited honey, our son has a story to tell you.” My father said reluctantly. “Sit down Mom.” I said.

Again, I told my mother the same story I had told my father. This was the worst day of my life. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS!” My mom screamed louder than my father did earlier. “You should have went right to the principal and than the police young man.” She continued yelling. “You have disgrace this family Jeff.” My mother continued to argue. I just sat in the couch with my hands covering my face, while holding back tears I did not want the twins, or my father too see. “Girls, I don’t blame any of Jeff’s actions on you, you two have been great for the four ears we have known you.” My father said to them. “No Richard! Don’t give these two sluts the benefit of the doubt! They have just as much irresponsibility as Jeff. As a matter of fact, how does your family feel about this situation ladies?” My mother asked.

The twins explained how they were kicked out of their house and not given a place to stay. “Mom…” I said “Don’t blame any of this on them, I take full responsibility for this situation and I’m willing to accept any punishment you or God hands me.” I finished. “Good, I want you out of this house by next week.” my mother said. I sat on the couch, absolutely stunned. My mother had just told me to leave her house, and put a stamp on when it needed to be done. I left the room and went to my bedroom. As I left the room I heard my father say, “Honey, there is no need to kick him or the girls out.” At least I knew someone was starting to come around to this new life.

I stared at the two blessing I had been given. I looked at my closet, saw all of my clothes, and already started packing. Nina and Nancy came in my room and I turned to them. Both girls had started crying when they looked me in the eyes. “What are we going to do Jeff!” Nancy bellowed. “I’m going to start packing, and we’re going to look for an apartment together. We’ll get through this together girls.” That night was shaping up to be a very long one. I let Nina and her child, Kyle, have my bed for the night. Nancy and her daughter, Selena, took the couch across from me in the living room. Nancy and I sat up all night, talking, sharing stories of college and the twins trip to Italy.

“How are we going to find a place to live Jeff?” She asked me at 1:30 A.M. “Newspaper, online, I don’t know, something like that.” I said. I went Ito the kitchen and grabbed the latest newspaper we had in the house. I flipped to the apartment pages and looked at the type of rent we were expecting to pay. Nancy and I sat up for about two hour looking through pictures and descriptions of apartments and their rent prices. 1,500 dollars a month was the cheapest we had found. On the upside, it came with a bathroom and two bedrooms. The area that it was located in was not the best however. We figured we could look at this apartment anyway, and decide as three people together if this was a good start for our children to grow up in. How long we were going to be in this apartment, we had no idea. We also had no idea how we were going to pay for this.

After Nancy, and I were finished looking for apartments, we tried going to sleep. Selena, My baby daughter was sleeping on the couch next to Nancy, and I smiled at the sight. I thought I could get used to this situation now. Beside, I was looking for an excuse to get out of this house, and now it was my opportunity to do so. “Can’t sleep huh?” I heard from the stairs. It was Nina. “Nope.” Nancy and I said together. “Me neither” she stated. “We looked at apartments Nina.” Nancy told her sister. “That’s nice, I’m horny guys….Really fucking horny.” Nina said. Nancy and I laughed and looked at each other and suddenly our looks got serious. We had realized we were horny too.

My parents were upstairs, so the best spot in the house for a good fuck was the basement. We practically ran to the basement, while taking our clothes off. The babies were still sleeping, and our libidos were crazy for each other. My dick was hard just thinking about having sex with these girls when I now knew that my parents would hate it so much. We opened the door to the basement and walked down the creaky stairs. I looked back towards the stairs to watch Nina and Nancy finish walking down the stairs. Their tits were bouncing up and down. So perky, fresh with motherhood. The more I thought about it the more I realized that the twins were now MIlFS. We walked to the couch we had in the basement. Nina grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards the couch. She immediately spread her legs and sat on my lap. I felt her wet pussy through her panties and my boxers. “Wow…” I said. “You need to get fucked hard don’t you?” I continued. “No.. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you Jeff.” Nina said.

“No.. We’re going to fuck the shit out of him.” Nancy said from my fathers workbench. I wondered what she was doing over at the workbench, but I was a little too busy with an extremely horny girl to really care. Nina and I were making out with such passion, and it felt amazing to rub the crevace of her back just above her ass. I put my hands on her hips and said “let’s do this hard babe.” “Stand up Jeff.” Nina said. Nancy walked over to the couch. I suddenly remembered that the couch was also a pull out bed, and threw the cushions away to te other side of the room. Nancy was hiding something behind her back, and I was ordered by the twins to lay on the bare mattress.

Nancy pulled what she had from behind her back out, and it was four pieces of rope. “Why do you have rope?” I asked. “Like I said, we’re going to fuck the shit out of you.” Nancy said. I lied down on the bed, and Nancy tied the rope around my wrists and ankles to the metal supports that the pull out bed had. I thought to myself that this was going to be an insane fuck. What did these girls learn in Italy? Whatever it was, this was completely different from what te three of us had done in the past.

I was tied down pretty damn tight. My cock was sticking straight up and my desire to touch myself was never higher at any point than the next few moments. Nina and Nancy were teasing me, by touching my dick ever so gently and rubbing the back of their hands down my thighs. The next thing that the twins had done, they had never done, at least in front of me. The twins started to kiss! I was amazed and wanted to get inside one of them at the moment. I had never felt like more of an animal than I did at the moment. Nina and Nancy were moaning eer so lowly as their lips opened and closed on each others. Their rubbed their hands across each others abdomens and breasts.

I wanted to cum so bad. They were teasing me, and I hated it, but I was tied down very tight. Nina and Nancy than started to finger each other in their pussies. Nina and Nancy were sixty nining each other and were really getting into it. “You girls are teasing the shit out of me and I can’t stand it.” I said. The twins laughed and I chuckled a bit too. Nina and Nancy were bringing each other to orgasms, and I could tell they were really enjoying it. “Where did you ladies learn how to get each other off?” I asked. Nina stopped licking her sisters pussy and said, “We’ve been doing this for years Jeff. We get each other off at least every other week.” “Wow, you learn something new about someone everyday!” I said.

“I’m cumming!!” Nina moaned loudly. I was ready to explode. The slightest touch was probably going to set me off and have my cum shooting out like a rocket. “One of you better fuck me now, I’m tired of this torture.” I said. The twins looked at me and simultaneously said, “Aww.” “He’s begging Nancy,” Nina said. “We should probably help him out.” Nancy continued. Nina and Nancy crawled from the foot of the bed up to my critch. Nina gripped the base of my dick and slowly began to stroke up and down. Nancy hovered over my dick and spit on it, slowly dropping her saliva onto her sisters hand and my cock. “Ahhhh,” I moaned. The feeling of the warm saliva rushed through me, and suddenly as Nina’s hand was jerking up and down, there was a mixture of cold on the tip of my cock.

Nancy and I were still really close, and felt in love with each other, even after her long absence in Italy. I knew I wanted her to ride me like the professional I knew she was. However, at that moment I didn’t care which twin rode me, so I said, “One of you better get on this dick. Nancy you first, please do something.” Nancy finally mounted me, but when I thought I was going to be inside her pussy, she shoved my extremely hard cock in her ass. “Woahhh, she said. “Ahhh it’s just as tight as I remembered.” I said. Nancy slapped me, across the face and said, “shut the fuck up, this is our show.”

My cock penetrated Nancy’s asshole, and I almosted busted a nut right there. Nancy moaned loudly, so loudly that I thought she was going to wake my parents up. She was riding my cock so well, and the more I wished he would keep going, the slower she got, and it was torturing me. Nancy wa getting tired of crouching and riding my cock in her ass and leaned over me and whispered in my ear “My pussy is so wet I’m going to make you fuck me do damn good.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I my cock escape the warmth of her ass. She made a slight adjustment and came down on my cock, her pussy was definitely looser than I remembered it, because of the baby. However, her pussy was extremely wet, and she was able to slide up and down on my dick very easily.

“Oh God….” she said. “You like fucking that pussy?” she asked. I was choked up, having a hard time to not cum. Nina than muttered, “Eat me Jeff.” I motioned my head in a ” Get that sexy ass over here way.” Nina crawled per to my face lifted her legs and sat on my face, with her face in front of Nancy’s. The fact of having to eat out Nina was now getting my mind off of almost cunning while Nancy was riding me. Nina wa moaning softly as my to tongue was moving rapidly. I was so used to using my fingers to assist me in getting the twins off, so I was determined to get Nina off with just my tongue.

“Ahhh,” Nina moaned, with my tongue deep inside her pussy. I had read an article that trying to spell things out while you’re down on a girl would get her off, so I started working that into it. My tongue was getting tired really quickly though. I stopped licking her pussy and started kissing her upper back thighs, just under her ass cheeks. “ahhhh I’m cumming!!!” I heard Nancy cry. I stopped eating Nina out and felt Nancy’s familiar pussy clamp down on my shaft and try to force my cum out of me. I didn’t have a distraction and I was on the edge of cumming, when Nancy got off of me. “What are you doing?” I asked in a huff of breath. “This is torture Jeff.” Nina said. “Yeaaaa you’re our slave for This session.” Nancy finished.

At this point I was recovering from my ear orgasm, the pressure that was built up in my testicles had me doing and upward motion like I was still fucking Nancy. Nina had gone down towards my cock, I thought she was going to mount my cock, and finally have me cum, but she sat there between my legs and was entry slapping my cock left and right. Nina teased me terribly, “Hmm, I think he should stay tied up down ere for the rest of the night.” She said. Nancy was on my side, and said “No, I want to swallow his cum tonight.” My cock twitched after she said this and I demanded Nina to get in my cock.

“Hey, Nina… I know your a cock hungry slut.” I said. She got off the bed walked over to my face and again I received a slap. “Now Jeffrey…” She said, “You’re going to beg for me to get on you.” She said. “No way, just get on my cock.” I said. “Well sis I think we’re done here for the night.” Nina said. “I guess so.” Nancy said. They stood up and walked towards their bras and panties.

“Wait…please Nina… I need your pussy. I need that wonderful pussy to wet my dick and slide easily up and down.” I begged. The twins laughed and I gave then a puppy dog look from my tied up position. The twins dropped their bras and panties and started walking back to the pull out bed. “I knew you knew better Jeff.” Nina said. Nina sat on my cock. The warmth of her ass covered my dick and I could have came immediately. Nancy lowered her hips on my face. I felt Nancy’s pussy lips hit my lips and I was licking them immediately. “Mmmm.” Nancy said as I ate her out. I licked in circular motions the best I could in order to distract me from the tightness of Nina’s asshole. All of the sudden I heard “Ahhhhh his cock is too big for my ass.” Nina moaned. “Ahhh” I moaned as I felt the feeling of my cum starting to erupt. I held back a little longer. “Don’t worry sis. It will be alright.” Nancy said. I looked between Nancy’s legs and saw the twins interlocking lips and getting very into it.

“I’m cuuuu-mmmm-innggg!” Nina yelled. All of the sudden I felt a small pool of her pussy juice fall on my hips. “Aw yessss Nina. I’m glad I got you off first cuz I’m really close.” I admitted. Nina and Nancy got out of the positions they were in and went down towards my groin area. “Lick the cum up Nina left on me girls.” I said. The girls obliged and licked above my cock and just user the abdomen. I was in shock. It tickled, but felt amazing.

“Alright girls its my turn.” I said. Nina and Nancy went bak towards my fully erect, rock hard dick. The girls sucked my cock with their lips on each side. Nancy’s tongue massaged near my dicks tip, while Nina was more towards the middle. “I’m cumming!!” I finally yelled. Nina grabbed my cock and as my cum shot out, she moved my cock left and right. One shot went up and landed on Nina’s face. Than another on Nancy’s to the left. Two more cumshots shot out and landed on each girls face. It was the biggest load I have ever had. Something about being tied up made the orgasm even better.

“Girls that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.” I confessed. The twins smiled at me and than each other. With my spunk hanging from their faces, the twins kissed each other and more cum started to leak out of my cock. The twins swallowed the loads they had received and than each girl took a quick hard suck of my dick, trying to get the rest of my cum out.

The twins finally untied my hands and feet and we got back into our pajamas. We walked up the stairs and admitted to ech other we were tired. “Girls, it’s 3 A.M… We should get some sleep.” I said. “Besides, we need to go apartment hunting tomorrow morning.” I said. Nina went back to my room and Nancy and I went back to the couch. I slept with Nancy on the same couch with her in my arms, and the newspaper on the coffee table in the living room.

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Leyla continues to be a whore as her mother plays madam.

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Eight: Mommy’s Incestuous Deal
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

“Faizel,” I smiled as my eldest son leaned against the entrance to the kitchen, a hungry smile on his dusky face. He had such bold eyes, staring at me like he wanted to feast. On his own mother.

I loved it. Beneath my dress, my pussy grew hotter, remembering how hard he fucked me an hour ago. A shiver ran through me, my hips swaying as my nipples hardened. I stirred the fish stew I had simmering all day for dinner.

“I need to talk to you,” I said, covering the stew and setting the wooden spoon on a towel.

“About?” he asked, sauntering into the room, so tall and strong, his muscular body stretching out the t-shirt he wore. “Is that hot pussy in need of being taken care of?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Do not forget to whom you’re talking to.”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. I felt the bulge of his cock. “My sexy mother.” His hands slipped around me, squeezing my ass. “If it’s not your pussy, what?”

“I need Carter out of his house Friday night,” I said. “Leyla’s spending the night with Kimmy, and she can’t have him around.”

“Oh, whoring out my sister to Carter’s dad?”

“Maybe. But either way, Carter needs to be out all night.”

“And how do I do that?” Faizel asked. “Only one thing could guarantee that he’s not there: pussy.”

My cunt tightened while my stomach swirled. My lusts boiled through me. This was to make more money to replace what I lost with my gambling addiction. Nothing more. Having sex with a young stud like Carter was just a…a bonus. Something I shouldn’t enjoy.

But I knew I would.

“Ask him if he’d pay $200 to have sex with me,” I said, knowing I could trust my son. He loved me.

Faizel grinned, squeezing my ass hard. “I’ll need Leyla for something on Saturday.”

“What?” I asked, his cock so hard, rubbing against me. If my husband wasn’t about to get home, I’d help my son with his erection problem. I’d relieve that ache in his dick.

“I want to have Leyla be gangbanged by my friends.”

I trembled at those words, picturing my nineteen-year-old daughter being fucked over and over by young studs. Their cum pouring out of her ass and pussy and coating her body. Her dusky tits swaying as they dripped with jizz. Her black hair matted. Her dusky face flushed, smeared in spunk, and bursting with pleasure. The little slut would love it.

“Your friends have to pay $50 for the privileged,” I said. “A group discount for her normal rate.” And then I shuddered. “And there might be another girl, too.”

He squeezed my ass hard. “Oh, really?”

“Really,” I smiled, my arms slipping around his shoulder. My son was so sexy. I wanted him in me right now, fucking me so hard.

“I’ll talk to Carter,” he said, pushing me backward until I pressed into the stove. I could feel the heat of the burner through my dress, caressing my back. My hijab rustled about my face as Faizel rubbed my skirt.

“Your father’s almost home. You have to stop.”

He just gave me this smile that he knew I wanted him. Was wet for him. I shuddered, feeling so owned by my son at that moment. Then he pulled away. “I got a date with Svetlana anyways. She’ll take care of me.”

“Have her deep-throat you,” I said. “She should do that much for my son.”

He laughed as he walked away, shaking his head.

I shuddered, turning back to check on the stew when my other son, Jalal walked into the room. My baby boy hugged me from behind before I could even move, rubbing his hard dick into my ass. I groaned. Why did I have to have two sexy sons?

“Mom,” Jalal said. “I need you so badly.”

“Your sister’s available,” I said. “Your father’s almost home.”

“I’d rather have you,” he said.

I shuddered. “Tonight. While your father’s enjoying your sister.”

He kissed my cheek and darted off, shouting, “You’re the best mom.”

I smiled at that.

Not long after, my husband came home. I greeted him as he walked in. He looked like Faizel, older, matured, and with a thick, black beard. He had a weary look but an eagerness in his eyes as I walked up to him.

It wasn’t for me.

“Good evening, my husband,” I said, kissing him on the mouth.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Something smells good.”

“Your favorite stew’s been cooking all day.” I smiled then casually added, “Oh, and the sleepover at Kimmy’s is all set and ready.”

“Sleepover?” Karim frowned at me.

“Yes, Friday night.” I gave him a look. “I told you last week. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

He shrugged. He forgot these sort of things all the time. Of course, I was lying about this one. “What’s this sleepover?”

“Leyla is spending the night at Kimmy’s house. I’ll be chaperoning them. Making sure they don’t get up to any trouble. Both her parents are out of town.”

“Have it here,” my husband said, a twinkle in his eye. Was he thinking about Kimmy? She was an innocent thing. So demure and virginal. I’d ensure my husband had a taste of her pussy, too.

“The girls don’t want our sons around.” I gave him a look. “This was set up before Leyla’s…changes. I think it’s good if she doesn’t alter her routines. Raise less suspicions about her new…home activities. But I’ll be there to make sure they don’t sneak over any boys.”

Karim laughed at that. “Leyla would, wouldn’t she and…” His words trailed off as he stared past me, a smile growing on his lips. “There’s my little flower.”

“Daddy,” gushed Leyla behind me.

I turned around and found my daughter naked at the end of the hallway, her round breasts quivering, her pussy shaved-bare and glistening, her slit looking so tight. She had such a joyous look on her dusky face.

“So it’s okay?” I asked my husband. “The sleepover at Kimmy’s?”

“Is it, Daddy?” Leyla asked, darting forward, her breasts bouncing. “I’ll make you so happy tonight and tomorrow night to make up for my absence Friday.”

“Yes, my little flower,” he said, grabbing her hips, pulling her tight. “I can’t deny you anything.”
“Leyla, take your father to the living room and see that he is comfortable on his recliner. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Mother,” the submissive slut purred. Oh, yes, she was working out wonderfully. Soon I’d have another girl to pimp out. And if my male students were willing to pay for me, we’d recoup my losses so fast.

I couldn’t wait to slip into Jalal’s bed tonight.

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Leyla Umayyah

“You just sit down right there, Daddy,” I purred as I folded up his jeans and set them on the couch with his shirt and boxers. “And I’ll make you feel so good with my pussy.”

“I don’t know where we went wrong with you, little flower, but…” He stared at me with such hunger, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was bigger than both my brothers, but not by much. And he had all those muscles from working construction. His beard so thick and wiry. His hands calloused and rough.

He was a real man. Not like President Carver. Or my brothers. Though Faizel came close.

Daddy sank down on his recliner. The leather creaked. He kicked it back, stretching it out all the way. He groaned in relief as he stared at my body. It made my pussy so wet feeling him admiring me. He drank in my youthful beauty, staring at my young tits and barely legal cunt. I shivered and then sauntered forward, my breasts jiggling.

I rubbed at his hard muscles as I knelt at the foot of the recliner. It creaked and rocked with my light weight. I rubbed at his hairy legs, stroking up and down them as I scooted forward. I felt his strength which made my pussy drool more juices down my thighs.

“Ooh, Daddy, I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” I moaned, leaning over to nuzzle at his hairy balls. His bush tickled my lips as I licked at his right nut. “Just thinking about having a real cock in me. My brothers are wonderful, but you, Daddy, you’re the best.”

“And any boys at your college?” he asked.

I hesitated. Mom didn’t want me to mention the prostitution. Daddy would be shamed to learn I was helping out the family by whoring myself out. “Just the president of my college,” I admitted. “He enjoyed me a lot. But he wasn’t you.”

“Such a slut,” he said, sounding in awe.

He grabbed my black hair with his strong hand and dragged my face up his cock. I licked up his shaft as he hauled my head up, the pain flaring in my scalp making me feel so wanton. Just the way a whore should. I loved it. I trembled and shuddered, my pussy clenching, more juices running down my thighs.

He forced my mouth down his cock. I opened wide to take his girth. I sucked as he bobbed my mouth, forcing me to pleasure him. Using me as a living sex toy. That made me feel so hot. I was just a masturbatory aide to him.

That was what sluts were for.

My drool dribbled down my chin as I sucked and slurped. The muscles in his arm bulged as he fucked my mouth up and down his cock. I swirled my tongue about it, making him groan. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in breaths.

“That’s it, my slutty little flower,” he growled. “Suck it. Make me feel so good. I had such a long day.”

And he needed this. He needed a slut in his life to keep him happy.

My hips wiggled. I sucked harder, moaning my enjoyment at being used. I shuddered, my cunt on fire. I shoved my right hand between my thighs, fingering my shaved twat. I rubbed up and down my bare vulva, feeling how juicy I was. Delight trembled through me. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as I savored this moment.

Then I jammed two digits into my snatch. My middle and ring fingers sank into my hot twat. My silky walls clenched on them as I moaned louder and louder about his dick. I sucked so hard, moaning, humming, giving my daddy as much pleasure as I could.

I loved him so much. I would be happy just being his slut.

“What a little whore I raised,” he snarled. “The way you suck cock. You want to swallow my cum. You are nothing like your mother.”

I was beginning to realize that I was actually a lot like her. I think she was a slut, too. She just hid it better. But she was only being a slut with my brothers. Since I didn’t want to hurt Daddy, I wouldn’t say anything. My brothers were all so hard these days, my body turning them on. They needed two sluts in the house to keep them happy.

His hand tightened in my hair. He let out a groan, face twisting with pleasure. I sucked so hard, wanting to taste his cum spilling into my mouth. My fingers plunged in and out of my cunt, stirring myself to a froth. I rubbed my clit with the heel of my hand, pleasure sparking through me.

With a growl, he ripped my mouth off his dick.

“Daddy?” I panted, more drool leaking down my chin.

“I want to cum in that tight cunt, my little flower.” A grin crossed his bearded lips. “I want to cum in my little flower’s flower.” He laughed at that.

“Yes, Daddy,” I purred, not fighting as he pulled me up his body by the hair.

The chair creaked as I straddled his waist. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and grabbed his dick, smearing my cream on the shaft. I brought the thick crown of his cock to my hungry snatch. I rubbed it up and down my vulva, nudging my clit.

“Is this the flower you want to enjoy, Daddy?” I asked. Then I slid his dick farther back, pressing it between my butt-cheeks. I rubbed him in circles on my sphincter. “Or this one?”

“Shaitan, but you are such a wanton whore, my little flower.” He licked his lips. “Your hot cunt. I want to feel that pussy on my dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I groaned, my snatch clenching while my asshole tingled, wishing to be filled, too.

I moved his dick back to my hot snatch. I swirled it through my pussy and than sank down his girth. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. The pleasure shot through me as my pussy drank in the feel of him sliding into me. Deeper and deeper. Stretching me out. He groaned, gripping my hips with his rough hands, squeezing me as I gave him pleasure.

I bottomed out on his dick. I squirmed, feeling him buried in me to the hilt. I licked my lips, squirming my hips, so ready to give him a ride he would never forget. He groaned as my cunt squeezed down his dick. I swirled my hips then slid up his shaft.

“Is this the treat you’ve been looking forward to all day?” I asked. “Your daughter’s barely legal pussy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, hands sliding up to cup my firm breasts. “All day. So I’m going to fuck you all night, you little slut.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I howled, slamming down his girth, my clit striking his pubic bone.

Such wonderful pleasure shot through me. A rippling heat that compelled me to slide up his dick again. My pussy drank in the friction, turning it into rapture that tingled through my body. My black hair swayed about my shoulders as I rode my daddy’s cock, the chair creaking louder and louder.

He groaned, squeezing and kneading my young tits. He thumbed my nipples, rapture shooting down to my pussy. My snatch clenched on his dick. The pleasure built and built in me. I rode him faster, harder. I moved my hips the way Mom taught me. I put to use everything I learned fucking my brothers.

All for my daddy.

Pleasure crossed his face. His beard couldn’t hide it. I shuddered, working my pussy up and down his cock, making him groan and gasp. His hands squeezed my tits hard, making me feel so wanton. I groaned, my asshole clenching, feeling so empty.

So I shoved my two pussy-soaked fingers into my asshole, reaching behind me. I whimpered, pumping them in and out of my bowels. A velvety delight joined the silky rapture burning in my cunt. I groaned, leaning over him, my left hand on his shoulder.

“You nasty slut,” he groaned. “Are you fingering that tight asshole while fucking my dick, little flower?”

“So hard, Daddy,” I whimpered, the pleasures rippling through my body. “I love having a dick back there, too.”

“Shaitan, such a whore!”

“Your whore, Daddy!” I said, staring into his eyes. “Yours before all the others.”

“Yes!” he snarled, twisting my nipples.

I whimpered, my pussy and asshole squeezing down on his cock and my plunging fingers. I leaned over farther, kissing him on the mouth. He groaned, his beard scratching my face. Just the way a man’s beard should. It felt so delicious on my sensitive skin. His lips so strong. I bounced on his cock faster and faster, thrusting my digits into my asshole with greater speed.

My orgasm swelled through me. That wonderful, shuddering pleasure. I whimpered into the kiss. The rapture surged through my body. Stars danced through my eyes as I came closer and closer to exploding on my daddy’s amazing cock.

He grunted into the kiss.

His dick erupted into my pussy.

I kissed him so hard as he flooded my barely legal twat. His cum pumped into me. The wicked, sinful thrill of feeling my daddy’s incestuous seed pump into my depths surged through me. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his shaft.

Then my orgasm erupted through me. My cunt spasmed on his dick, milking out the last of his cum. I spasmed on him, my bowels writhing about my fingers. I jammed them in deep, loving the feel of them in my backdoor while my pussy convulsed about his cock.

My pleasure surged through me. Carried me to incestuous heights. I savored kissing Daddy, loving him as I trembled atop him. My orgasm reached its peak. I held there for one glorious moment. Then I collapsed on his chest. His arms went around me, holding me.

I stared into his eyes as his cock softened in my pussy. I shuddered as my pulled his fingers out of my asshole. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, my little flower,” he said, his voice so gentle.

Tears stung my eyes. Why would mother be such a slut when she had this man?

I rested my head on his chest, savoring the warmth of his naked body against mine. He stroked my black hair falling down my black with his right hand, his left cupping my ass. I felt so safe. So loved. I could cuddle with Daddy forever.

“Dinner’s ready!” Mom called.

I sighed.

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Mrs. Umayyah

Leyla’s moans echoed through the house as my husband fucked her. I shuddered, slipping out of my robe and entering Jalal’s room. My youngest son groaned, already stroking his dick at the sight of me. My baby boy had such a slender body, so yummy with his glasses and that wide look in his eyes like he still couldn’t believe he could fuck me. His hand fisted his eighteen-year-old cock faster, my pussy so hungry for it.

“Mom,” he groaned as I sauntered naked to him, his eyes locked on my black bush.

“Mmm, let Mommy take care of you,” I purred, straddling his waist and sliding my pussy down his stomach until I rubbed it on his hand stroking his cock.

He pulled his hand out of the way. I needed a dick in me so badly. All throughout dinner, watching Leyla play with her father, made my cunt burn for this. Faizel was still on a date with that American slut of his. But my baby boy would take care of me.

“You’ll always be here for Mommy, won’t you?” I purred as I took his cock from his grip. I guided it to my hairy twat.

“Yes, Mom,” he groaned as I sank down his dick.

My back arched, my tits bouncing before his face. He leaned up, sucking on my nipple as I bottomed out on his dick. My snatch clenched on him as he suckled from my breast like he had as a baby, his cock back inside me where he belonged.

I swiveled my hips, whimpering in delight. Pleasure shot through me as I stirred his cock in my juicy cunt. My baby boy’s dick… It was so wonderful to feel him buried to the hilt inside my pussy. He sucked harder on my nipple, tingles racing down to my snatch.

“Ooh, yes, you’ll always take care of your Mommy,” I groaned. “Mmm, my baby boy has grown up so much.”

I ground my clit into his pubic bone every time I bottomed out on his dick. The incestuous pleasure shot through me. I groaned and whimpered, working my cunt up and down his dick. Such delight trembled through me. Such pleasure

He squeezed my tits, sucking back and forth from my nipples, loving my nubs. Each time he sucked, my cunt tightened on his dick. He groaned and sucked harder, which made me ride him faster. We fed on each other, driving each other to more and more pleasure.

His bed creaked and groaned as I rode him fast. I slid my cunt up and down my baby boy’s cock. I reveled in it. So wonderful. I brought this young stud into the world. I raised him. And now he would give me so much pleasure.

“Yes, yes, my baby boy will always be there to love me,” I moaned. “You’re Mommy’s favorite. Yes, you are.”

He groaned about my nub, his hips thrusting up, driving his cock in and out of my juicy cunt. Such delight rippled through me. I whimpered, my black hair swaying about my shoulders and back. My pussy gripped his dick, the pleasure swelling faster and faster in me.

He nibbled on my nipple, teeth nipping. Sharp pain mixed with the hot pleasure, such a wonderful delight. As Leyla’s moans grew louder, I rode my son faster and faster. I worked my cunt up and down his amazing shaft.

The incestuous delight burned through me. “Jalal!” I whimpered. “Oh, Jalal, I’m going to cum so hard on your dick.”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Mom!”

I slammed my cunt down his cock. My baby boy groaned. Then his jizz fired into me. Hot spurts of incestuous spunk that filled me. I whimpered, my snatch drinking in the heat. I rose up his erupting shaft and slammed back down him, my clit sparking pleasure on his pubic bone.

Fire erupted inside me. My pussy spasmed, milking my son’s spunk out of his cock. I spasmed atop him. He squeezed and kneaded my tits as the rapture rushed through me. That wonderful, incestuous euphoria that had me quivering and quaking. I gasped, my black hair sheeting down my back, making me quiver in utter delight.

“Best Mom ever,” Jalal panted as I draped my body on his, letting him hold me as we came down from our high.

“I am,” I smiled, kissing him. “Mmm, how soon until you’re ready to go again? Mommy needs more.”

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Leyla Umayyah

I slipped out of bed, Daddy snoring, and headed for the bathroom. I shivered, hearing the moans coming from Jalal’s rooms. Mom was in there with him. Being a slut. I glanced at the door to her bedroom she shared with Dad.

What if he found out? What if he heard them? She shouldn’t be so loud. Should I tell her to be quiet?

I swallowed and instead rushed to the bathroom, Daddy’s cum trickling out of me as I emptied my bladder. Mom’s moans grew louder and louder. If she kept being such a slut, she’d hurt Daddy. He’d catch her and realize she was almost as bad as me.

But at least she only fucked my brothers. She kept it in the family.

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Mrs. Umayyah

Carter, Kimmy’s brother, kept looking at me as I taught my math class the next day. He had such a hungry look in his eyes. I just knew Faizel must have talked to him about tomorrow night. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling in my half-unbuttoned blouse, showing off my big, lush tits to my male students. I still wore my long skirts, my hijab wrapped modestly about my face, hiding my hair from their eyes.

I felt so wanton as I taught my second class of the day, and as I neared the end of my lesson my pussy had soaked my panties. “And that’s why this formula is so important,” I said to them. “Learn it. You’ll need it for the rest of the year.”

My students just nodded, the ones invested writing it down, the boys just staring at my tits. Especially Carter.

“Okay, you can go. Have a good day.”

Carter rose. He had that tall, all-American build. Short, sandy-blond hair, chiseled chin, bold nose. The build of a quarterback. He sauntered to me, holding his books to his side with his left arm, his right running through his hair.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” he said. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow night.”

“I take it my son has talked to you,” I said, being cautious as the students filed out. But none were paying attention to us.

“Yes, he did.” He stared down at my cleavage. “$200. You’re lucky my parents give me a large allowance.”

“Yes, I am,” I purred, grabbing his right hand. “Tomorrow night will be fun.”

He licked his lips, his eyes widening, some of his brash, youthful confidence slipping from his face as I guided his hand to my cleavage. I shoved it inside my blouse, letting him feel my tit through my bra. I shuddered as he squeezed my breast. He was such a sexy stud. He would give me that same pleasure Faizel and Jalal did, that passionate fucking only a young man could give.

No wonder Vicky Samuels was such a slut for her nephew Clint.

“We are going to have so much fun,” I purred. “Make a reservation at the Marriott. You’ll pay for that, too. Then you’ll have me all night long.”

“Damn,” he groaned, his eyes so wide. “I half-thought Faizel was fucking with me. But…damn, Ms. Umayyah. I’ll be there.”

I shuddered then pulled his hand away. My next class would be here soon. “You better get going.”

He sauntered out as my daughter and her three friends entered. They tried to take as many classes together that they could. I shuddered, smiling at Kimmy, eager to see the footage of that slender virgin fucking her father for the first time. The blonde, wearing her demure dress, gave me a nervous grin back, her braces flashing on her teeth. She would make another wonderful slut. And maybe Izzy and Kendra could be persuaded to join the fun. They were such whores anyways.

They should make money for me while having their fun.

I smiled at that thought. My own stable of barely legal schoolgirl hookers. I would make up all that money I lost and more so. My pussy burned so hot. I took a deep breath as I turned back to the chalk board to begin this class’s lesson.

After the lesson, Leyla walked up to me, arching an eyebrow. “Who am I…entertaining?”

“Mr. Wilson,” I told her. “He’ll be here soon. Make sure you get the $200 from him.”

Leyla blinked at that. “But President Carver paid only $100.”

“He gets a discount. $200 is your standard rate.” I squeezed her hand. “Okay, my little slut?”

“Yes, Mother,” she said, trembling.

“Mr. Wilson’s a little shy, so I’ll be leaving you alone.” I wasn’t happy about that. I was looking forward to fingering my pussy as I watched them. But the nanny cams I installed this morning would capture it all. Three different angles.

“Okay, Mom,” she said, sitting down at the desk, her nipples hard against her blouse.

I shuddered and sauntered away. I stepped out into the halls. Mr. Wilson, looking twitchy, approached. He pushed up his glasses then ran a hand over his balding head. He was divorced, and I bet he hadn’t gotten laid in a few years.

And if he did, it wasn’t with one of his nubile students. But he was eager to enjoy my daughter’s barely legal cunt. I smiled at him.

“Mrs. Umayyah,” a voice said behind me. “I need to talk to you.”

I stiffened at the sound of President Carver. I turned and found the tall man staring at me, his eyes hard behind his glasses. “About?”

He glanced at Mr. Wilson heading into my classroom. “Let’s talk in my office. It’s more…private.”

I shuddered, my heart racing. If he thought to have sex with me… He wasn’t a hot, young stud.

I followed after him, my breasts jiggling in my bra. He walked fast, back straight. I felt like a girl again following my father to be spanked because I did something wrong. I hated the feeling. I took a deep breath, considering what I could do if he wanted to fuck me.

We reached the college’s administration office, navigating through it to his personal office in the back. He closed the door behind him and sat down at his desk. I took the seat across from him, crossing my legs, giving him a serene, unconcerned look.

“You and your daughter,” he said, folding his hands and leaning forward towards me over his desk. “I want you both. I want to fuck a mother and her daughter badly.”

“I told you, I’m not for sale,” I said. “I’m a married woman.”

“$300,” he said. “For the both of you.”

I shivered. A hot itch ran through me. I leaned back in my chair, arching an eyebrow as I fought the surge of lust through me. It would be so wrong to share a client with my daughter. To have us fuck the same man. To lick his cum out of each other’s pussies.

“$500,” he said. He rubbed his hands together. “I want this. I want to slide my dick from your cunt to Leyla’s.”

“And you want me to violate my marriage,” I said. “That’s very important to me.”

“$1000,” he groaned. “But I want you two all day. I want to use you how I wish.”

My pussy almost orgasmed. “All day?” I pretended to think about, letting him squirm, his face growing sweaty. My heart pounded in my chest, almost bursting out of me. Leyla would be busy all day Saturday with Faizel’s gangbang. And my husband… My husband would be watching the football games at his friend’s house the next day. “Sunday. All day.”

“Yes,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair, his hand rubbing at his dick. “Sunday.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leyla Umayyah

<p.Mr. Wilson didn’t last long enough for me to cum. He hardly shoved his dick into my pussy before he was spurting into my youthful depths. He grunted and groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as I pretended to orgasm for his benefit.

“Oh, Mr. Wilson, yes!” I whimpered. “Oh, you’re such a stud. You made me cum so hard.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really,” I purred. “Mmm, you were amazing. I hope you buy another date with me. I don’t usually cum, but you… Your dick… Amazing!”

He had such a dopey grin on his face. It was kinda cute. It made me shudder in delight. “I guess I pay you now.”

“Well, was that worth $200?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he groaned. “You’re so tight and hot…” He reached for his wallet, fumbling for it. He pulled out ten crisp $20 bills. I took them, loving the crisp feel and that inky smell of new money. “I’ll definitely book another date next payday.”

“Good,” I breathed, his cum leaking out of me. I grabbed a pair of panties, slipping them on. “I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Wilson.” I grinned at him. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Just think, you’ll be teaching class and knowing you were in my pussy during lunch.”

“Damn,” he groaned as he stumbled for the door, straightening his mustard tie.

I finished dressing then took my cut of the money, $40, and put it in my pocket. I left the rest in my mom’s purse she left on her desk. I still had that horny itch. Maybe I could find Jalal or Faizel to fuck me and make me cum? My brothers were always good for a few orgasms.

They knew how to fuck a girl.

When I stepped out of the classroom I blinked, finding Kimmy waiting for me. She was leaning against the wall opposite the door hugging herself in her white blouse, a black skirt about her thighs. She pushed off the wall, walking towards me, her hands playing with her skirt.

“Did you really…? With Mr. Wilson?”

“Yep,” I said, feeling so proud as I hooked her arm.

“But he wasn’t in there that long.”

“He came almost right away,” I groaned. “I didn’t even get off. I’m so horny.”

Kimmy licked her lips. “Well, I…I owe you. From yesterday.”

My cunt tightened. “You want to make me cum?”

“I’ll eat your pussy.” Her blue eyes were a little glossy with her excitement. “I can do that. I want to. I was thinking about it ever since you told me the sleepover was on. I rubbed my poor cunny raw last night just aching to be with you and my daddy.”

I smiled. Daddies were special.

“My pussy’s full of Mr. Wilson’s cum,” I said. “But since you’re a burgeoning slut, that should just make you wetter.”

My friend nodded her head, her blonde hair swaying.

“Let’s do it,” I groaned.

She grabbed my hand this time and dragged me to the bathroom. I loved her enthusiasm. She threw open the door to the ladies’ room and made a beeline for the same stall I fingered her in yesterday. I trembled with excitement when she closed the door behind us, twisting the lock.

She trembled, her braces flashing on her teeth as she licked her lips again. I smiled at her, a naughty thrill rippling through me. I was so eager for this. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and drew it up my thighs. It slid higher and higher, exposing my dusky skin. Then my panties.

“You’re wet,” Kimmy said, falling to her knees before me. “I’ve never seen panties so wet before.”

“Mr. Wilson’s leaking out of me,” I groaned. “Pull my panties down and see for yourself.”

“Yes,” she groaned, her thumbs hooking the waistband of my panties. She stared up at me, trembling, her blue eyes so wide.

I gave her an encouraging nod.

She dragged down my panties, unveiling my shaved snatch. Sticky lines of cum stretched between my vulva and the crotch of my underwear before snapping. I clamped my right hand over my pussy, trapping in the rest of Mr. Wilson’s jizz. She brought my panties to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and she held them up before her face.

Her dainty nose twitched as she inhaled the aroma of my tangy pussy and his salty cum. Then my friend licked at the crotch. I groaned at the sight of this innocent girl taking her first plunge into slutdom.

“Oh, wow,” she said, her blue eyes widening at the naughty flavor. “That’s… Wow.”

“Uh-huh,” I grinned then shuddered as she licked again.

And again.

Her tongue lapped up and down the gusset of my panties. She cleaned up every drop of jizz on them. Her pink tongue pulled in the white cream into her hungry mouth. She whimpered as she did. Then she sucked on the fabric, getting out every yummy drop she could, moaning the entire time.

When finished, she lowered my panties and stared at my crotch. I moved my hand away, inviting her to feast.

Kimmy sprang forward. She slammed her face into my pussy. I gasped, my labia aching at the impact. Then I felt her tongue lap through my folds. She took her first taste of fresh pussy, gathering up Mr. Wilson’s spunk leaking out of me.

A hot tremble raced through me. And not just from the fluttering pleasure. It was so hot watching her join me in slutdom. She transformed into a naughty whore before my very eyes. Her tongue wiggled through my folds. I felt her braces rough on my pussy lips, a new, delicious delight to experience. She whimpered, her hands sliding around my hips, grabbing my ass.

“Ooh, that’s so nice,” I groaned. “Really dig that tongue into my pussy. There’s more cum to find in there.”

“Okay,” she moaned into my snatch.

Her tongue fluttered into my depths. I squirmed, my back rubbing against the metal stall divider. It groaned and flexed as I whimpered and moaned. She was so eager to please me, loving her first taste of hot cunt. She took to pussy licking like a kitten at a saucer of milk, lapping up all the creamy delight she could find.

And it felt so good. The satisfaction my John didn’t give me now flowed through my body. Kimmy would make me cum so hard. My friend would have me gasping and shuddering in ecstasy. My eyes rolled back into my head, my tits jiggling in my bra.

So good. So amazing. She licked and lapped through my snatch. She devoured me with such an eagerness. I trembled, the stall warping and flexing behind me. I sucked in hot breaths. My eyes fluttered.

“That’s so good,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, just devour me. Just make me explode on that hot mouth. Fuck, yes!”

She flailed her tongue through my pussy faster and faster. She made me whimper and groan. I squirmed, gasping, shuddering. Such delicious rapture rippled through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. My head thudded against the stall divider.

“Oh, Kimmy, you’re such a promising slut!”

Her blue eyes twinkled up at me as she devoured me. Her braces rubbed on my pussy lips as her tongue danced through my folds with such enthusiasm. Her button-nose brushed my clit, making me tremble as sparks shot through me.

“Oh, yes, lick my clit now,” I moaned, her fingers squeezing into my butt-cheeks. “Flick that tongue across my bud… Ooh, just like that!”

Her pink tongue licked and fluttered about my clit. It made me so hot. I trembled, grinding my pussy on my friend’s hot and hungry mouth. I whimpered, groaned. I bit my lip, the pleasure surging through my body.

I humped against her tongue. I loved it. My ass clenched beneath her fingers as my orgasm swelled and swelled. My sphincter tingled. A naughty idea popped through my head. Last night, I came so hard on Daddy’s cock when I did that.

“Stick your finger into my asshole,” I groaned. “Please, please, Kimmy. Finger my asshole. That will make me cum so hard!”

She let out a gasp of shock. But she did it. She sucked on my clit while at the same moment she probed her finger between the cheeks of my ass. She found my sphincter, pressing against my hole with one finger. It sank into my bowels, the velvety delight shooting to my pussy.

And triggering my orgasm.

I bucked hard as the pleasure burst inside of me. The stall divider flexed behind me as I moaned out my rapture. The sounds echoed through the bathroom while my juices flooded Kimmy’s mouth. I gasped and moaned, grinding on her hungry mouth.

“Kimmy!” I squeaked. “Oh, yes, Kimmy! You’re so good. You’re a natural slut!”

“Sounds like it,” a familiar voice called from outside the stall.

Kimmy squeaked in fright, pulling her face from my snatch, my cream dripping down her chin, her braces glistening on her teeth. The stall door rattled and Kimmy trembled in fear. Through the crack between the door and the frame, I saw a dark face trying to peer in.

“Hey, Kendra,” I said to my African-American friend.

“Sounds like Kimmy made you cum so hard,” Izzy said. She was our busty, redhead friend.

“Yes, she did,” I said, letting my skirt drop. I smoothed it before opening the stall door while Kimmy wiped off her face on her sleeve.

Kendra had a big grin on her chocolate-brown face. She was cute, with a frizzy afro and jeans that looked like she had to be poured into. Izzy was behind her, her large tits on display by her low-cut halter top, her fiery hair framing her smiling face.

“We want in,” Kendra said. “On your whoring. Kimmy said you made $40 yesterday.”

“And today,” I said, flashing the two bills in my skirt.

“And Mr. Wilson was only screwing her for like five minutes,” Kimmy said, hopping to her feet.

“Easy money,” Izzy said, eyes lighting up.

“We can talk to my mom,” I said. “She should be back in her classroom right now. I bet she’ll say yes to having a few more sluts helping us out.”

“Your family’s having financial trouble?” Izzy frowned.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess. Why else would mom want to sell my body?”

“Because she’s fucked up,” Kendra said. “But I don’t care. It sounds hot. I wore out the batteries in my vibrator last night just thinking about you selling your body.”

Izzy nodded her head in agreement.

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Mrs. Umayyah

Today was going amazingly. I had Leyla making me so much money. She had another date after classes were over. Instead of waiting around doing nothing productive while Jalal had his chess club meeting, she’d be pleasing Mr. Townsend in the library. And now that her friends all wanted in on the fun, I’d be bringing in even more money. I’d set them up with their dates tomorrow and told them I had something really naughty planned for Saturday.

Faizel would have no problem collecting $50 a guy with four girls to gangbang.

“Pete, I need to talk to you,” I said as I finished my last math class of the day.

The young man blinked then shifted. He’d been drooling over my tits all class, staring at them in my half-unbuttoned blouse. I could tell by how he moved his bookbag as he stood that he had a huge erection. He was another kid who had wealthy parents. And I just couldn’t wait for tomorrow night with Carter.

I needed to enjoy another young stud now.

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” he said, swallowing as he stood before me.

“You’ve been staring at my tits the entire time,” I purred. “Naughty boy.”

His cheeks went crimson. He ran a hand through his brown hair, shifting his hips. He was whip-thin and tall. He had a runner’s build. I licked my lips, my pussy growing so juicy as my hands went to the buttons of my blouse.

“Would you like to see them better?”

“What?” he gasped as I undid the first button, my blouse sliding open more, revealing the top of my black bra.

“My tits?” I asked, undoing another.

He threw a look over his shoulder at my empty classroom. “No way. This can’t be happening.”

“That didn’t answer my question,” I said. I undid a third and a fourth. My blouse fell open, revealing my tits in my black bra, so big and lush. I shrugged out of it. His eyes were hungry on them. “Do you want to see my tits?”

“God, yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” he said, his eyes so wide, a dazed expression slacking his jaw as I reached behind me. He let out a groan as I unveiled my tits. They jiggled before me, swaying with pillowy softness. My dark-brown nipples were so hard.

“How much would you pay me to touch them?” I asked. “And to do more?”

To be continued…

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this is my first attempt to write a story so please be gentle with your comments please

this story is completely fictional and though i would have loved for it to be real sadly it is not.

a little lovin is all you need

Lily Morgan age 27, owns her own bookstore/bakery. she’s 5’7, 135 lbs, 34c, black hair, green eyes.
Paige Powell age 28, writer of children’s books. she’s 5’5, 118 lbs, 32b, curly red hair, blue eyes.

chapter 1

lily looked out her office window wondering if the darkened clouds would bring rain. she prayed not because the rain brought fewer customers, and right now thats something she couldn’t afford.

lily owned a bookstore/bakery which she named “lily’s books and bakery”. yes i know unoriginal, but thats the name so get used to it. the store was her life, her passion, the one thing she had left to hold on to. when she first opened the store she was fresh out of college, with a pocket full of dreams. her place has been opened now for 5 years, and no other year not even the first has been as brutal as this one.

not only are her customers buying fewer and fewer items, but she had to take a loan out to help her mother, and she had to use her business as collateral. she could feel everything she had ever worked for slipping between her fingers, but at least her mother was safe and well cared for now.

it was about two thirty, and in the last 2 hours she has had only 5 paying customers. which would have brought a tear to her eye, if she was a weaker woman.

lily looked out her window one last time praying praying it didn’t rain. with a shrug she walked to her door, but as she was about to leave her office, her phone rang.

“lily morgan. how may i help you?” she asked into the phone.

“hey its me,” her best fried Alex said, “i have great news, remember how i told you i might have a surprise for you. well are you sitting down?” he asked.

“ok whats going on?”

“who is your favorite children’s book author?” he asked when he already knew who it was.

“duh gee wally i don’t know. only Paige Powell. why?” she asked her curiosity spiked.

“well it just so happens shes a friend of a friend, and i asked her for a favor. shes gonna be stopping by after closing to speak to you about something. i know i should have told you before but i knew you would freak out and go crazy. so this way you cant back out. have fun.”

lili heard the click of the hone as he hung up. she sat there motionless, staring off into space. Paige Powell, the one and only, was coming to her place. oh god don’t freak out, don’t panic. shit.

she panicked. she ran out of her office, and seeing there were no customers told her one employee to go home early and she closed up shop.
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Paige really didn’t fell like giving a charity reading and signing, but everyone new she was easily talked into things. especially when it came to her books.

she parked her car in front of the shop and just stared at it. she figured it would be some run down little bookstore, but instead it was beautiful. the front was white and light blue, the front window had a very nice display of both books and baked goods. if this wasn’t her destination she would have had to stop in.

it was a little after 530 when she pulled up, and it was sprinkling out. she walked up and knocked on the front door, wondering if anyone was there. she never knew a book store to close this early, but then again this is a small town.maybe they do things differently here.

just as she was about to knock again, she saw a very beautiful woman walking to the door. she looked to be about 25 give or take a year. she noticed a slight limp when she walked, and had the weirdest feeling of comforting her. she also couldn’t help but notice the way her boobs bounced when she walked. her smile made her appear angelic, and Paige couldn’t help but want her.

she pictured herself naked kissing every inch of this strange womans body until she screamed with pleasure. keep it together she told her self, as she felt her self get wet. just as she regained control of her imagination and her body, the door was flung open and she felt herself grow even wetter.
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lily saw her walking towards the door, and knew without a doubt she was the most perfect woman she had even seen. her hair, curly red hair, she was a sucker for red haired woman.

the images playing in her mind would make you weep with both pleasure and joy. even as she heard the knocking she couldn’t drag her mind from the gutter. it seemed the closer she got to the door the dirtier her mind became. her panties were soaked, her hands were shaking, and all over some woman who wouldn’t cast a glance her way. i mean she was Paige Powell, gorgeous, rich and most important STRAIGHT.

erasing all dirty thoughts from her mind she flung open the door a little to hard and ended up on the ground, looking up at her perfect goddess.

“oh my god are you ok?” she could hear the lady ask.
lily rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up, trying to hide her scarred leg. Paige leaned down to help her up and fireworks went off when she touched her arm. she looked up and met paiges eyes, wondering if she felt it to. the other woman looked almost like she felt, but it was hard to tell, if it was because she thought she was hurt, or because she wanted to jump her bones.

when lily was standing again she could feel herself blushing from head to toe. she wasn’t sure if Paige had seen her ugly scars but it still made her feel uneasy. she made sure her dress was straightened, and then smiled the biggest smile she could, hoping to displace her uneasiness.

Paige stuck out her hand and said, “hi im Paige Powell. its a pleasure to meet you.”
lily hesitated for only a moment before shaking her hand and replying, “Lily Morgan, im s o sorry about that. usually im much more subtle in my clumsiness. im really honored to have you here. im not really sure what it is you are doing here though. all Alex said was you were coming and wanted to speak to about something.”

Paige felt instant fireworks when lily placed her hand in hers. she couldn’t let go and while still holding her hand she said, “don’t worry about it, i trip over my own feet more then not. do you have somewhere were we can sit down and talk. Alex wanted this to be a surprise i guess.” she said as she looked around trying to find a nice spot to sit.

lily was reluctant to release her hand and hoped Paige didn’t notice. ” have you eaten yet? if you would like we can go upstairs and i can make something. i haven’t eaten anything all day and am rather hungry .”

“lead the way. im not hungry but i could do with something to drink if you have it.” she replied, finally releasing lily’s hand.

lily led her to the back of the store and up her private walkway to her apartment. the apartment isn’t large but its not small either. it contains two rooms, and living room, dining area, and kitchen. with only one bathroom.

she directed Paige towards the dining area telling her to make her self at home, she was just gonna go change it to something more comfortable. as lily walked towards her room, Paige took the time to watch her hips sway back and forth, and again noticing her limp wanted nothing more then to hole her in her arms and comfort her. she watched her walk into her room and noticed she didn’t close her door.

lily walked into her room and immediately stripped out of her dress into some lose pink sweats, and a tight white short sleeve shirt.

as she turned to leave her room she saw Paige leaning over in her chair watching her. she froze in place. maybe she saw wrong, maybe she was just stretching. better to forget about it she thought as she walked back towards the dining room.

shit Paige thought, did she see me. i hope she didn’t i wouldn’t want her to think im some kind of pervert.

for the next two hours they talked about the plans Alex had set in motion. Paige agreed to give a free reading and signing of her latest book, if when business picked back up she was offered two readings a year. she didn’t plan on telling that part to lily though, she figured she would do them all for free just to have a chance to look at lily. they set the date for the event two weeks from today.

even after all the business was talked over neither one was anxious for the night to end just yet. the sexual tension was felt by both of them, but both just thought it was their imagination. finally Paige couldn’t handle it any more and decided to lay her cards on the table and hoped lily wouldn’t throw her out on her butt.

“lily i have to be honest with you about something. im a lesbian, i always have been, for as long as i can remember. and when i first saw you i felt this instant attraction. i understand if you don’t feel the same way, and i understand if you never want to see me again. but i felt that i should tell you how i feel before any of this went any further.” Paige stopped and watched lily’s face for anything. the look she saw made her wish she had kept her mouth shut.

when lily didn’t say anything Paige jumped in, “im sorry i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. i think i should go now. im sorry.” she got up and proceeded to leave, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

lily turned Paige around and looked her in the eyes. trying to find some hint as to what she was thinking. “im sorry i didn’t mean to give you the idea i was offended. on the contrary im flattered beyond anything else. i mean your Paige Powell you could have any woman in the world and here you are in my little shop telling me you are attracted to me. i thought you were straight. all night iv been trying to hide what i felt, trying to keep the fact that i was so aroused i could barely stand without fainting. i just never thought in a million years you would have felt the sa………” lily was cut off when Paige slammed her mouth on hers.

lily could feel the kiss all the way to her toes. she wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck and pulled her as close as she could. she didn’t know how long they kissed like that, but her body was on fire and all she could think was to get her naked as fast as she could before she changed her mind.

Paige had a hold of lily’s waist and they were touching from head to toe. she thought she was gonna pass out from pleasure. never in her life has she felt this way from one kiss. her mind could no longer function, only her body. she ran her hands up and down lily’s side, underneath her shirt, reaching higher and higher, but pausing before she reached lily’s left breast. she pulled her mouth away from lily’s and questioned her with her eyes.

lily grabbed the bottom of her shirt and threw it to the side. now clad in only her bra and pants, she felt on display as Paige looked her over devouring her with her eyes. she slowly reached behind her and undid her bra and let it drop to her feet. now wearing nothing but her pants, she felt under dressed. the way Paige looked at her made her feel special, and loved. her body felt hot all over and she couldn’t control the shaking in her hands. lily grabbed Paige’s face in her hands gently and pulled her mouth back to hers. she could feel Paige’s hands on her boobs, pulling at her nipples. her bad leg buckled and she cried out.

Paige thinking she had hurt her pulled back and asked her what was wrong. “its my leg i have to get off of it. its killing me now.” lily tried to walk on her own but her leg wouldn’t support her, and time and again she would find herself on one knee . Paige wanting to help reached under her and supported her as she walked. within in seconds they made it to the bedroom and lily feel into bed, instantly her leg felt much better.

lily saw the look on Paige’s and said, “its ok, it wasn’t your fault. its an old injury, i just kinda lost it with there for a second and wasn’t ready when my leg buckled. ” she reached for Paige’s hand and pulled her towards her, until she laying next to her on the bed.Paige rolled on her side and kissed lily’s face, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, then moved farther down until she was kissing her neck. lily arched her neck to allow better access, and she couldn’t help but moan. its been years since anyone has kissed her, and the pleasure was just to great to ignore.

lily reached down and grabbed Paige’s shirt and threw it to the other side of the room, before unclasping her bra, and doing the same. she leaned down and kissed each nipple, before kissing her mouth. she couldn’t get enough of her mouth. she couldn’t picture one kiss that moved her as much as this woman. she startled when she felt Paige’s hands on the waist of her pants. the last person who saw the scars where horrified and lily just couldn’t let her see them. she couldn’t risk her walking away. but before she could stop her Paige removed both her pants and her panties.

“oh hunny what happened here.’ Paige asked as she gently kissed every scar every reminder of her one act that cost three people there lives. but now was not the time. Paige kissed and licked her way to lily’s dripping pussy.

Paige just looked at it salivating. thinking it was the most gorgeous pussy she had ever seen. there wasn’t a hair anywhere. she stuck her tongue out and licked the inside of her folds. she felt lily shudder and heard her moan with pleasure.she reached up and pinch her nipple while entering one finger into her tight wet pussy. with every lick she felt and heard her pleasure. she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter just bringing lily closer to the edge. after no more then a few flicks to her clit she felt the walls of her pussy squeeze her finger lily’s screams could have woke the dead and she sucked her clit while she was riding the wave of her first orgasm.

lily had never felt so much pleasure in all her life. when she finally came down from her high, she looked into Paige’s eyes and tried to tell her without words how she felt. she grabbed her head and pulled her up for a kiss, she could taste herself in that kiss.

her breathing was rapid. she felt like was gonna die any second from pleasure. Paige wrapped her arms around lily and just held her. she could feel her breathing slow down and her body stopped shaking.

“let me recover for a minute and i plan on giving you as got as you gave. that was the greatest orgasm of my life. i may need a few minutes here.” even when she said it she could feel her eyes getting heavier by the second.

Paige could tell she had drained lily, and knew she would have to live with the fact she would have to wait until much later for lily to reciprocate, not that she minded. she loved giving pleasure almost more then she loved receiving it. she watched as lily’s eyes closed and her breathe evened out.

Paige got up and undressed, and crawled under the covers after gently rearranging lily’s body. she pulled lily close and held her while she drifted off to sleep.

the end

ok i know it wasn’t all that good, but give me a break its my first attempt. i have many more chapters to this story, well not written down all stored in my head. so if you all want to hear more let me know, and i will accommodate you.

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Sorry about the delay but to make it up this chapter is twice as long as the first one.

A warning to readers.

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This story features the themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest among with others that are not always liked by many individuals. If these are not things you wish to read about leave now so your not offended by the contents of this story do not continue reading. Farther more don’t fill up the comments section with ones like *bestiality sucks” or ” your sick” and so on.

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Also absolutely no character engaging in any sexual act is to be considered under eighteen years of age. With a story of this nature I will not be able to list the ages of every character or make specific notations regarding ages of groups. Please do not read something into the story that wasn’t intended by the author.

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On a final note I’m using a new app on my phone to write this. While it’s an improvement over the previous app it’s got few curks I’m still learning. So I’m sorry about any typos I missed before posting.

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Chapter Two

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The walls of the city of Artimos were definitely foreboding but this city had to be taken. To make matters worse we were dealing with the followers of the city’s namesake. In the old world Artimos was called the goddess of the hunt but here she was considered the Goddess of Enlightenment but it should be Goddess of the Spies. Her informants were in nearly every kingdom and the temples. Now her domain would probably be one of the hardest ones to conquer. However she was also one of the few of the goddesses that also still cooperated with almost all of her sisters.

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That meant as long as her followers were sharing intelligence on the other kingdoms’ activities then the crusade was in jeopardy. Any hope of achieving the element of surprise was going to be a hundred times more difficult with them prying into our every move. At least we had some luck that several of her spies in King Edward’s castle were converted to followers of Apollon and Junus. Though the female ones were still technically unwilling conversions. Plus there was no telling if they had any of their spies still in our ranks.

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Now King Edward was naturally concerned that we would start with this goddess. After all the domain of Arisia was the closest to his and it was her priestesses that had been plotting his assassination. Unfortunately though it would be suicide to take her on without removing all of her sisters first. As long as they were free Arisia could still draw on their strength.

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Even fighting the other goddesses who’s domain bordered the kingdom was problematic at best. All of them but Artimos had natural barriers benefiting their defenses. These ranged from rivers to narrow mountain passes. If that situation wasn’t bad enough the strength of their armies were comparable to the goddesses they served.

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Then there was Pallus who’s domain was the next closest but Pallus’s was also the one with the most powerful army. While the narrow passes that connected her domain with King Edward’s made it a difficult of for either side to prevail without massive casualties. To have chance we needed to move the fight from the defensive works in the mountain passes. Thankfully by going through several of her sister’s domains that would be possible and we would be able to bolster our own forces along the way. So taking down her was another case of having to wait until we were stronger then her.

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Now once she was taken care of things would become easier since her army’s strength was the primary defense of her sisters Doinus and Dionus. Since their sister’s domain had such a strong army they had practically nothing guarding their domain. Once their sister had fallen the followers of the twin goddesses were practically bitches themselves.

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Now the goddesses with the next most powerful army had to be Vestus and Caros. Though the latter power had drastically declined in the last half century. Infact like the twins she had begun to depend on her sisters’ strength for her defense. In particular the information gathered by the spies of Artimos. So again we were back to having to deal with the eyes and ears of the other goddesses before we could proceed.

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To this end I have been sent to her domain to scout routes for the army and any intelligence that would give us an advantage. Now I’ve been able to gather a key bit of information fairly quickly. That was since they were so dependent on spies for the defense of the domain they didn’t have a large standing army. However that army could easily defend the city against a siege or move quickly to strike the flanks and rear of most attacking armies thanks to a well thought-out series of roads and trails.

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So these would have to be dealt with as well otherwise we run the risk of our supply lines being cut. Now I had a few spells that could take care of this problem but using them could be problematic also. Still these roads needed to be identified we could deal with them being used by the enemy later. Though that was the job of the Wolf Scouts to take care of. At that very moment a dozen of them were roaming the countryside mapping the roads and planning special surprises for the enemy.

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My task was to gage the defenses of the city and find any weaknesses. Now from the outside of the walls things didn’t look good. Besides the tall walls there was several other defenses. Including a trench that looked like it could be flooded and turned into a moat at a moment’s notice. Plus several other nasty surprises for an army gathered at the walls of the city.

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Still what I could see of the outside of the walls was a fraction of the defensives. To truly know if the information Apollon got was correct I needed to see the inside of the city and if possible find an alternative source of information. Now I had a good idea about where I could get this sort of information. The source we had couldn’t be fully trusted even if they gave us some tools that would guarantee victory.

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Save for Apollon I am the only one who knows who this source is and I’m forbidden from naming them at this time. I can say this information and tools came at price I didn’t like. Namely having to give up possession of High Priestess Kathleen. Loosing a bitch wasn’t my only concern with the deal but due to the sensitive nature of the arrangement it’s best I don’t record any other of the details at this time. Still I’m planning on using a failsafe until I’m certain of the reliability of this so called ally.

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Pushing my concerns aside for now I began to monitor traffic in and out of the gates. Mostly I was looking for a way to sneak past the guards undetected. As lax as the security at the gates appeared that times I was leary of just walking through any of them. I also wasn’t sure about trying to use a form of deception like passing myself as a merchant or some other traveler. I had seen that they did challenge several merchants and record those they had suspicions about. I knew without a general knowledge of the trade within the city if I tried to pass myself off as the wrong thing I risked discovery. Yet I also knew I didn’t have as much time as I would have liked. So no matter what I was going to have to do something but that was when I saw my pathway into the city.

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After watching the gates for a while I saw there was nothing in place to defend against magic. I wasn’t really surprised since about all the magic practiced around a temple tended to be a few potions and healing chants. The knowledge of the majority of the spells had been forgotten by almost everyone but a few individuals like the Wolf Witch and myself. With a definite advantage spotted I moved quickly to test my theory by casting an illusion spell to conceal myself. While at the same time I started towards the nearest gate.

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If I was successful my next task would be to find the market place to search out crucial information. I would’ve sought out taverns as well but I had a better idea. I needed to find some thieves since they would’ve made it a point to know all of the information I needed.

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Getting through the gate went fairly well save from a few close calls with bumping into travelers and exposing myself to discovery. One female merchant in particular was especially troublesome. It seamed every time I turned around I was almost running into her. After the third time I had enough and decided to use her as a test subject.

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Removing a pouch from my robes I pulled a single green jewel as I watched the troublesome merchant. As an opportunity presented itself I came up behind her with the jewel in my hand. It took less than a second to press the jewel against the back of her neck. Upon contact the jewel seamed to just pass into her as she suddenly stiffened. Quickly giving her instructions I moved towards a deserted alley and waited as I watched the market.

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Thirty minutes later I saw her approaching the alley carrying a small sack. In it was a loaf of bread and a small wheel of cheese and a bottle of wine. Satisfied with the control I held over her I instructed her to lead me to her home. I needed rest along with some privacy to finish my tests on how effective the control jewel was. But probably the most important thing I needed was a quiet place to think about how best to proceed.

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Early the next morning I woke to the sun shining through the window. Rising from the bed I looked to the corner of the room and saw the naked body of the merchant right where I left her the night before. I was surprised to see her asleep considering the way she was sobbing after I had finished with her. But I guess given the brutality I showed her helpless body I had probably worn her out.

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I had initially planned on not taking her but once I saw her with her clothes off I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I was able to resist the temptation to transform but that was the only mercy I showed to the bitch. Even in my human form her experience wasn’t a pleasant one. Still her rape wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

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I decided on a special torment for her now I knew the control jewels worked. I would leave her with the full knowledge of not only what had happened to the night before but with what coming. She would then be tormented by being unable to worn others or escape her fate. She then would live in fear as she waited for the day we stormed the city and enslaved her. But I didn’t have to time to dwell on her I had already spent enough time on the insignificant bitch when I had more important prizes waiting for me to violate them.

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An hour later I left the house not bothering to look at the bitch. While I would probably never see her again I knew she would make someone else fine slave in the near future. I was almost tempted to take her with me when I left. She had been one of those arrogant bitches just begging to be forced into prostitution. Still maybe who ever enslaves her would make the same realization. Though either way she was still going to end up wearing a collar anyway.

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I pushed these unimportant thoughts aside and focused on what I had learned about the approaching festival. I needed to finish my scouting of the city and report back to the others. The importance of the information we had been given was confirmed and now I needed to find out everything I could so we could take advantage of it.

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With new found urgency I set off into the city. I had spotted several thieves the day before. Knowing what to look for I was able to quickly spot some more. From what I saw most of them were pickpockets but I also saw others supervising them. These were the ones I would need to get information from.

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A few spells and my questions had been answered. Not only did I know the exact number of guards but their patrol routes throughout the city. I also learned that the thieves not only had a tunnel under the walls of the city but also knew of secret passages into the temple and palace.

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Unfortunately this information wasn’t as complete as I would’ve wished. While they knew the locations of the entrances to the passages. They didn’t know anything else about the passages. I understood the reasoning behind this very well. I used to fear the powers of the goddesses until I learned their true natures. They only cared about their own wanton desires and only watched the areas of the temples where their desires were fulfilled. Everything else was insignificant to them and didn’t matter.

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Not that the incompleteness of the information was that big of a issue. I would need to see these passages for myself anyway. It didn’t take me long to get to the palace and before I knew it I was looking at the hidden doorway.

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It was in a section of wall separating the palace from the rest of the city. According to what I was told I would have to press in on three of the stones I the wall in a particular order. When opened it revealed a room the size of a small closet with a ladder at the far end. Hearing the approaching footsteps of someone I stepped into the passage and closed the door behind me.

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I was immediately enveloped by darkness once the door was closed. I had started to cast a spell to create some light but thought better of it. I didn’t know if the light could be seen by whoever I had heard approaching outside. Thinking of other options I remembered something I had planned as a alternative to actually going to some of the places I needed to see. Reached into my robes I was quickly able to find what I needed.

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It was a small crystal the exact shape and size as a human eye. Grasping it in both hands I began whispering the activation spell. A slight amount of light began to escape my clasped hands as I finished the spell. The eye would immediately stop glowing once I finished the spell and released it to float in the air in front of me. I could now see a translucent image of what the eye saw over whatever my own eyes saw.

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I was actually thankful the room was so dark. The first time I used this it was quite disorienting to be looking at the eye while it looked back at me. This time I didn’t have the additional visual stimulus from my own eyes interfering with the seeing crystal. Dispite the temptation to send the eye deeper into the passage I instead decided to began a thorough examination of the room I was currently in. This was mostly due to the rushed nature I was forced to enter and it gave me a opportunity to practice with controlling the seeing crystal.

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Slowly the eye floated around the room looking at everything. From the dust and cobwebs I could tell this passage hadn’t been used in ages if not at all. Yet my biggest concern was finding the mechanism on this side that would open the door. Again due to the sudden way I had to enter I wasn’t able to find that in advance. Only once I located the latch did I send the eye down the ladder.

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A while later I had followed the passage along the way I passed several hidden doorways. With each one there was also a hidden viewport allowing me to see where the doors lead. It wasn’t until I reached the end of the passage at the Queen’s Chambers that I realized the purpose of this passage. Every door opened into the Chambers of the queen and her family along with a few close advisers. While that alone suggested several possibilities the viewports and the fact that furniture and other objects had been placed in front of the hidden doorways narrowed it down to one.

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This passage wasn’t meant to be used by the occupants of the palace. Instead it was to be used to gain access to the palace without it’s occupant’s knowledge. At first I thought to be used to spy on the queen but when I realized it only accessed personal chambers I knew the purpose was a darker one. This was to allow assassins safe access to the sensitive areas of the palace and the only ones who could have had it constructed was the temple.

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While I found this revelation interesting it was of little use at the moment. There was now to many people moving about the palace to enter any of the rooms and I couldn’t afford the time to wait until nightfall. I now needed to get out unnoticed and search out the passage into the temple and the smuggler’s tunnel I had heard about.

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Several hours later I was watching the temple or more importantly the movement of people around it. Getting in and out of the passage at the palace came with to many close calls for my taste and I wasn’t going to chance anymore. I’d pretty much figured out the patrol of the guardians and few others went near where the passage was located. I’d also thought up a solution to the problem I had when it came time to exit the palace’s passage unnoticed.

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I had ending up listening at the hidden entrance for half an hour before I was certain there was no one around it. Even then I still came to close to being discovered then I would of liked. So now I was not only going to use an illusion spell on myself but the doorway also. This way I could just leave the door open and can see whatever’s waiting outside. I also had another spell in mind for the guardian that patrolled the perimeter of the temple grounds.

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Casting the spells were the easy part of the plan. The hard part came once I was in the passage. Teen paces in the passage slit off into three separate tunnels. I knew this was different the palace’s passage or the catacombs below the temple I was raised in. This had been built with the current temple so they had to serve a purpose probably as an escape route. That meant only one of the tunnels was safe. The others were more than likely full of traps.

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To anyone else this would present a problem if I hadn’t already been in another similar secret passage already. Though this confidence would be short lived. Using the seeing crystal to examine the tunnels I suddenly confronted with three different tunnels full of traps and going nowhere. Now doubting my assessment of the passage’s purpose I was ready to leave when I noticed something about each tunnel.

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They each had a relief of the three most powerful of Artimos’s sisters. There was one for Arisia, Pallus, and Vestus. This made me pay closer attention to a life sized statue of Artimos resting in a niche. The niche seamed larger than necessary for the statue. That discrepancy made move into it and examine it closer. That was when I found the true passage.

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In one corner was a narrow slit in the wall that once inside of I saw it turned before opening up into a slightly wider passage. It was barely wide enough for people to walk single file but it was free traps and lead to the heart of the temple. I would later learn several of the temples had identical passages just like these and as I thought they were to allow the priestess an escape route in case of attack. They deferred slightly but they all shared similar locations for the entrances and exits.

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In particular they originated from the section of the temple exclusively reserved for the priestesses also known as the sanctuary. This development was both a blessing and a cause of concern. No one but the priestesses and a select group of servents were allowed into the sanctuary. So the importance of the seeing crystal was of greater then never before.

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With the risks I was facing in mind I closed the door to the passage once the eye had passed through. After a quick look around I took the precaution of having the eye move up into the rafters. I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes and risking discovery as the seeing crystal moved deeper into the sanctuary. Like almost everyone I had always wondered what went on within the sanctuaries of the temples but I was not prepared for what I saw in the sleeping chambers of the priestesses. Though based on what the seeing crystal showed me the name of orgy chamber was a better description.

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In a round room with curtains lining the walls I found the priestesses. They were spread about the room in mostly in pairs but in a few cases in larger groupings surrounding a glowing statue of Artimos. While the numbers on the cushions varied they all were naked and engaged in some sort of sexual activity with each other. These ranged from licking each other’s pussies to rubbing them together. While all of the participants were females not all of them were Artimos’s priestesses.

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There were several taking a subservient role to the priestesses. Now three of them were descendants of the Priestess’s of Junus like Kita. While I could’ve sworn the other two were Priestess’s of Caros. They all wore leather collars and based on what I saw they were not enjoying what was happening to them.

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For example the head of one of the Priestess’s of Caros was being held between the legs of a Priestess of Artimos. While she screamed into the pussy of the priestess holding her another Priestess of Artimos was sodomizing her. This Priestess wore a fake cock held onto her with some sort of harness she was using to violate her victim with. This scene was repeated with one of the descendants of Junus’s Priestesses. Only in that case she was just being sodomized while the second Priestess of Caros was being forced to suck the fake cock when it was periodically removed from the victim’s ass hole.

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I had to restrain my own urges as I watched the display they were putting on. Despite how much I desired to jump into the orgy at that moment I knew I couldn’t. With the words “ They all will be bitches soon enough” floating through my mind I sent the seeing crystal away from the room. While I wanted answers to what I had seen I also needed to locate the one priestess I hadn’t seen yet. The High Priestess of Artimos was not with the others and something told me I needed to find her.

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I had seen a doorway hidden behind the curtains and I suspected that was where she would be. As the eye travelled down the concealed corridor I thought about what I had seen more clearly. With the activities of the priestesses I had overlooked the glow coming from the statue of Artimos. Something about it was so familiar but I was so distracted by the priestesses I couldn’t figure out why. Unfortunately before I could think of the answer I was confronted with a even larger quandary that left me even more perplexed.

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There was rows of statues of Artimos but along with each statue of her was one of her sisters. Now it was the depictions of the other goddesses that were shocking. Each one of the goddesses were depicted as a slave of Artimos. Each of the statues showed various scenes involving Artimos dominating one of her sisters with the exception of the twin goddesses Doinus and Dionus they were together in that scenario.

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That statue had both of them kneeling in front of and behind Artimos. One of the twins had her face pressed into the ass cheeks of Artimos. While the other twin was obviously licking Artimos’s pussy. Artimos herself was shown holding a whip in one hand and the other was holding the head of the twin against her ass. Looking closer at the statues of the twins I could see both were depicted as if they had been whipped. All across each of their backs were a criss cross of welts from being lashed by a whip.

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Moving on to the next statue I saw Caros knelling in front of Artimos. Like with the depictions of her sisters Caros was only wearing a golden collar but this one also had a matching golden leash being held by Artimos. The statue of Caros also had the whip marks on her back. As well as a terrified expression on her face. Artimos’s face was looking down on her sister with the same expression of smug satisfaction she had on the others.

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The next statue was of Vestus and I couldn’t help but to smile as I saw how she was depicted. She was on her hands and knees licking the feet of Artimos. She had all of the same depictions as her sisters look of humiliation and terror, marks from a whipping, and the golden leash attached to the collar. Even Artimos had the same domineering pose like in the previous statues. Standing proudly with her legs slightly spread looking down upon her enslaved sister with the same look of satisfaction.

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Pallus was depicted in the next statue hanging from golden shackles on her wrists from golden chains. Artimos was behind her sister striking her with a golden whip. While her other sisters had expressions of terror Pallus had one of pure agony. The statue showed her screaming from the pain she was enduring but something didn’t seam right about this depiction of her. Trying to put my finger on what wasn’t right I looked at the other statues and noticed something new. While all of the depictions of Artimos were looking on the enslaved goddesses while each of the goddesses were looking at the final set of statues.

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This one had Arisia on her hands and knees screaming. Based solely on the expression on her face Arisia was in absolute agony. Artimos was kneeling behind her sister wearing a golden harness like those I saw her prieastesses wearing. Like those this one had a fake cock made out of gold that was embedded in the Arisia’s ass hole. I had to admit seeing a depiction of Arisia being ass fucked like a bitch was satisfying. Still something about these statues bothered me.

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I couldn’t believe how realistic the depictions were. Every detail from the emotions shown on their faces to the way muscles were tensed during the acts was so life-like. It was almost like they were real people turned to marble to preserve a moment in time. I wondered briefly about the identity of the artist that made them.

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Yet that question was overshadowed by the ultimate one of “What was the meaning of these statues?” I knew there was a rivalry between the goddesses. But this suggested something darker and more ominous was going on with them or at least with Artimos herself. In hindsight I should of seen the possible connection between the escape passages and the statue let alone the involvement of our secret ally. But it wouldn’t till what happened with Pallus that I truly understood.

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I would get some partial answers a little later when I found Artimos’s High Priestess. She was in an room with another statue depiction of Artimos dominating her sisters. Only this one was Artimos sitting proudly on a golden throne. All of her sisters were then depicted either kneeling or laying at her feet with their gold collars attached to the throne by gold chains. Strangely this statue seamed different somehow. While the others almost felt like they were alive this one felt like just another statue to me.

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Though I really wasn’t focused on that fact at the moment. I was watching as Artimos’s High Priestess held another bitch between her legs. Like the ones in the orgy chamber I could tell this subservient bitch wasn’t one of Artimos’s Priestesses. She wore a collar like the rest and showed signs of being tortured. All across her back were the red welts left after a caning. As I watched the bitch desperately attempting to pleasure the High Priestess I realized something I had overlooked in the orgy chamber. The reason the subservient bitches looked so much like Priestesses of Caros was because they actually were.

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Shortly before my enlightenment the High Priestess of Caros had visited the Temple of Vesus . While she hadn’t spent much time in the temple and especially around us males I was still able to recognize her on that floor. I didn’t know why her and her companions were acting this way but I reached a decision. I wasn’t going to sit around any longer wondering what was going on. I was going to do something about it and I knew just what that thing was.

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As I pulled the pouch of control jewels from my robes I had already formed a plan. I would first use a compulsion spell on the bitches in the orgy chamber. I would then quickly tag all of them with the jewels. To avoid alerting anyone to my presence I would command them to continue on with their carnal activities and ignore me being there. If I was successful I would then repeat the process with the two high priestesses. Only in their cases they would be answering some questions.

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Two hours later I had slipped out of the passage leaving the temple behind me. Strangely I had mixed emotions about what had happened. Sure I felt the satisfaction of being successful. But whatever joy I felt about making Artimos’s High Priestess suck her first cock was overshadowed by what I had learned.

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I guess it was surprising enough to learn one of the goddesses had enslaved another. Yet to also learn she was currently working on enslaving more of her sisters explained something about our ally I didn’t know. Though even with this knowledge I knew I couldn’t trust them completely. Though probably the most important thing to come from this was the tactical advantage in battle I was looking for. Now I just needed to pick something up before examining the smuggler’s tunnel then I could leave this city.

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I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I looked at the city in the distance. Not only had the tunnel been confirmed as everything it was supposed to be but I had also left a special spell on the gates to the city. Now I just had to meet up with the Wolf Scouts and we could leave the Domain of Artimos. Now I was certain the two crying bitches following behind me weren’t as happy as I was but that was to be suspected given what I had planned for them.

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A day later I was standing on the balcony overlooking the courtyard with King Edward and Prince Daniel. Me and the Wolf Scouts had just reported our results from our reconnaissance mission. While I still kept a lot of information in reserve the king was still pleased with our results. He was so pleased he had almost instantly agreed to authorize the invasion. In fact at that very moment the preparations were underway. Yet while the army was gathering our attention was focused on the the courtyard below us.

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Positioned naked on their hands and knees in the center of the courtyard were the two bitches I brought back from Artimos. One was the troublesome merchant I had encountered that first day. The second was her friend who just happened to be at her house when a retuned for her. I had originally planned to give them both to the Wolf Scouts once I met up with them but when I saw the friend was a virgin a better use came to mind.

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Now the Wolf Scouts hadn’t been happy about not being able to touch them but as they circled the two kneeling captives I felt I had made the correct decision. There aggression was just about to the right levels to be satisfactory for this offering to Apollon. All that was needed now was for Kita to do her part in the ritual. I could see the fear in her eyes as Kita walked towards the two bitches carrying my staff. After placing the tip of the staff into the ground between herself and the bitches she began backing up. Once she was the same distance from the staff as the bitches she fell to her knees. After bowing to the staff she looked at me with a pleading look in her tear filled eyes before she started speaking.

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“ Our all powerful Lord Apollon we beg for you blessings in the coming struggle and present you with this offering the brutal violation of myself and these two bitches from the lands of the enemy. May our suffering bring you the satisfaction you require to bestow your blessings on our brave soldiers as they take up your banner in battle.”

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As soon as Kita stopped talking she fell into position on her hands and knees. I then gave the signal the Wolf Scouts had been impatiently waiting for. The three bitches began sobbing uncontrollably was the Wolf Scouts transformed from their human forms and started to advance on them. Based on the growing we were hearing I figured this would be satisfactory for Apollon. But it wouldn’t be until we heard the screams that I would be sure. Those began a little while later as one by one the bitches were mounted. Still this was only the beginning as the worst still hadn’t happened yet as they had somehow avoided the thrusting thrusting members seeking out their exposed pussies.

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Within seconds the air was filled with the sounds of ear splitting shieks as the bitches’ pussies we’re mercilessly penetrated by the thrusting cocks. While the suffering of Kita and the merchant had to be horrific it couldn’t have compared to the friend’s. In under an second her maidenhood had been violently torn from her body. Once that happened her screams almost drowned out the other’s. While their screaming reached satisfactory levels it was the way the bitches’ bodies were being shoved around that was the final insurance that the offering would be satisfactory. I could see the merchant being thrown forward while her friend’s and Kita’s bodies were actually being lifted up with each thrust.

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As the head of my staff suddenly flashed before the regenerative glow started to spread I received the final confirmation Apollon as pleased. Knowing the offering had been accepted I relaxed as I watched the reminder of the bitches’ violation. Only once the degradation of being knotted did my interest in the spectacle fade. Though I would continue to watch until I saw all three of the bitches tied ass to ass with their rapists. The bitches’ tear streaked faces were buried in their forearms as their wumbs began to distend as they were filled with sperm.

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As I turned away from the spectacle I knew the bitches’ torment was just beginning. For whether they knew it or not they all would end up being taken by everyone of the males down there at least once. I could only wonder which one’s luck would run first and ended up taking it in the ass hole. I was certain they would be praying for death once that happened. Unfortunately for them any such prayers would go unanswered thanks to the effects of the ritual.

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As much as I wanted to watch that happened there was something I desperately needed to do. Between the offering and everything I saw in the temple I needed to take a bitch myself. I could already hear the screams of King Edward’s and Prince Daniel’s bitches and knew they were thinking the same thing. Any further thoughts were soon forgotten as I looked at the bitch cowering at my feet.

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The Wolf Witch was unrecognizable from when she was defeated. The fiery tempered spell caster had been completely destroyed leaving behind the whimpering animal kneeling before me. She had been used to test an idea I had for a certain goddesses followers. It had taken a lot of work and she had suffered greatly during the procedure but the results were undeniably successful.

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Her legs had been removed from below her knees. The remains of her limbs were then ensconced in tight leather sleeves with paw shaped pads on the ends. Each sleeve stretched out from the end of the stump to the hip. Now her arms almost suffered a similar fate but I ended up settling for the removal of her fingers instead. What remained of the limb was then enclosed in a shoulder length sleeves with the paw shaped pads. Even though her forearms had been spared the sleeves did have a special addion regarding them. They were made in such a way she could still bend her elbows but she could not completely straighten her arms.

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During the modifications to her body it was suggested that the rest of her body be covered by a skin tight leather suit but I wasn’t sure about that yet. So instead they fitted her with something from the old world called an corset. It was wide strip of leather wrapping completely around her midriff from just below her breasts to slightly above her pubic mound. As an added touch it had thin metal strips between the layers of leather stretching down her body from her hips to her ribcage.

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While it did protect her from our dew claws as we took her this wasn’t it’s purpose. The combination of the metal strips and the cord laced down the back actually reshaped her body by narrowing her waist. This effect had an additional benefit of making it difficult for the bitch to breathe. Which was found helped to pacify any remaining resistance from a bitch. This discovery was not just wasted on her mind you. Due to this knowledge the use of corsets on bitches has caught on with others. In fact not only is the princess now wearing one but so is the queen and the treacherous fiance in two’s new roles as prostitutes.

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Since the modifications to her body had been designed to mimic those of a dog another suggestion had been made regarding her head and face. While I liked the idea of a hood covering everything but her eyes and mouth. However I found while seeing the humiliation in a bitch’s eyes was thrilling it was farther enhanced by what you could see on the rest of her face.

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So instead of the hood I came up with a different method to continue the canine transformation to her face. Using something used by sailors in the east to put permanent markings on their bodies. I first had a canine nose drawn over the top of her real one. Then as almost as an afterthought a black spot around her left eye. Now after all of this something was still missing and I struggled to figure it out. Until I realized we had done nothing with the long black hair. She had meticulously maintained all of her life including after her enslavement which suggested a interesting fact about her.

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That was her hair was a definite source of pride for her so it’s permanent removal was tempting. However I found the look of a baldness unappealing on a bitch and selected a different alternative. Her hair was tied up on each side of her head just above her ears. The two stands of hair that hung down then gave the appearance she had floppy dog ears and making her transformation almost complete. Though for that to happen something had to be done about her mouth or in particular the defiant words that kept coming from it.

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The ones that removed her fingers and lower legs had been selected because of the treatment of battle field injuries. They told of neck injuries that didn’t kill but left the injured unable to speak. They said in these cases certain tendons in the neck were cut. This left the injured unable to form words but they could still make sounds and in some cases mimic sounds of animals. They then said how they knew where in the neck these tendons we’re but they could never truly repair the damage. They said if these tendons were cut in her neck she would not be able to ever talk again but she would still be able to make sounds similar to barking.

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I had thought about their words for a few seconds before I gave the orders. Strangely I had expected some sort of threat from her but her last words had been a plea for mercy. I guess it was to be expected since at that point her speech was all she had left from before her enslavement once it was gone she would truly be helpless. Or at least that’s how it was explained when she was unveiled the people of the kingdom. While the effect on her was one thing but what it did on the other bitches was profound.

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The sight of the sorceress that had terrorized them for so long left them speechless in disbelief. Yet there she was crawling around on all fours whimpering like the puppy she had been reduced to. Any pride she had left was stripped from her that day as she was paraded before the crowd. While I enjoyed seeing her brought down to this level. It also meant the thrill was gone from tormenting her. It was the final humiliation that could be inflicted upon her and nothing else would ever be able to top that.

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Even as I looked at her that night before we set out I found talking her almost unappealing anymore. She was just so compliant that even as I transformed into my canine form she did nothing but whimper some as she positioned herself. I missed the days when she used try and crawl away and had to hold her neck in my jaws as I raped her. That night I had to take her in the ass to get the reaction I wanted. Even then I had to fuck her for several hours before my lust was truly sated and that more out of exhaustion then any satisfaction I received.

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Once I had finally finished with her I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. I could no longer get the satisfaction I wanted from her. Even as I looked at her huddled form curled up and trimbling in the corner I didn’t get the same thrill as I did with the merchant in Artimos. Laying down in bed my hand brushed the dagger under my pillow and I wondered if it was time to dispose of her. I would still be pondering that question as sleep finally over took me.

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When I awoke the next morning I came to an decision on the situation. If she was no longer any use to me I had no choice but to dispose of her. Taking a final look at her I started getting ready for what needed done. A few hours later I stepped into the courtyard. As I shifted the dagger back into position on my belt I looked for the Captain of the Wolf Scouts. I finally found him laying not far from the twitching bodies of the bitches.

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From what I heard they were still violating the bitches when I went to sleep. So I had no idea when the gang rape finally ended. Now based on the puddles of cum the bitches were laying in and that flowing from their pussies and ass holes I suspected they only recently finished with them. As I approached the captain I was suddenly met by Prince Daniel. From the look on his face I knew he wanted to talk to me before we departed so waited patiently while he spoke.

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“I wanted to see before you departed so I could ask what you wanted done with these bitches.”

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“Have Kita cleaned up and given a rest before bringing her to Artimos. These other two are the be sent to a brothel preferably the cheapest one. As for what’s left of the one in my room. I’ll leave that up to you to do whatever you wish with it. Though if you could have someone clean up the mess I left I would appreciate it.”

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Besides me telling him what I wanted done with the bitches I also wished him well before saying I would see him in Artimos. Next I woke the captain and told him to get his scouts equipped and rested because I wanted them headed towards the border at night fall. Then told him I would meet them there before we crossed into enemy territory. With what I needed said taken care of I grabbed my staff and headed for the gate.

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Later that night I was standing next to the captain as we watched the border outpost. Just as we had seen during our earlier scouting they pulled all patrols inside of the walls come night fall. From the few fires we could see only a few of the troops were out of the barracks and most of them were the sentries. The few of them seemed lazy and looked to be half asleep. A nod to the captain was all that was necessary to signal his men to begin. From our position we watched several of his men began to slowly crawl towards the outpost.

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A couple of hours later our main forces had begun to move into position the three pickets outside of the walls silently died. As our stalkers slipped over the walls we begun our advance. As with the pickets the three sentries in each corner had fallen asleep. Their inattentiveness was quietly rewarded by blade gliding across each of their throats.

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With the pickets and sentries eliminated the rest of the scouts rushed the outpost. Hardly a sound was made as we closed on the walls. The closer we got we worried less about being discovered. Until finally we were quietly going over the walls. Crouching on top of the walls I signaled the captain to take the barracks.

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I on the other hand headed towards the officers’ quarters with the stalkers. We could hear the sounds of several of them snoring as we slipped inside. After giving several hand signals to the stalkers we began moving amongst the beds. One by one we silently dealt with the officers. The few males died in their sleep while the rest had a collar placed on their necks. Unfortunately since the majority of the officers were females this was the most risky point in the operation. We had just collared the second in command and we’re advancing on the Commander’s Quarters when we heard the sound of fighting from the Conscript’s Barracks.

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Woken by the shouting from the barracks the half dressed cammander rushed from the room with her sword in hand. I blocked a wild swing with my staff as the stalkers moved on her flanks. As she turned to engage a stalker coming from her left I saw my opportunity. A blow from my staff sent her sword flying across the room at the same moment a stalker came up behind her. Grasping a handful of her hair he jurked her from her feet.

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As she crashed to the floor I moved in on her as quickly as I could while she struggled to regain her feet. She had been able to get to her hands and knees by the time I got close enough. I was not going to allow her to stand up as I delivered a kick to her stomach. With the breath knocked from her lungs she collapsed to the floor again. I looked towards a stalker as he called to me before tossing me the Cammander’s sword. As my arm shot out to catch the sword the other two stalkers grabbed the Commander’s arms.

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As they pulled her to a kneeling position with her arms pinned behind her back I pressed the tip of her sword against her neck. As glared at her I gave her a choice.

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“You can either die here with those you commanded or you can surrender yourself those still alive to our mercy?”

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I guess I shouldn’t of been surprised when she begged us to do whatever we wanted to the others but to let her go. She had seamed like one of those holier then thou individuals more interested in their position then the others around them. Now completely despising her I announced her fate.

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“First we are going to put a collar around your neck just like those your subordinates are wearing. Then we are going to strip all of your clothing off you before dragging you outside. We will then take turns violating the lot of you before leaving you all hanging by your wrist from the walls. Our army will be along shortly after we depart and will see you are sent back home as slaves.”

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Her plea for death came just as the third stalker placed the collar around her neck. Pointing my staff around the room we watched as all of the bitches rose from their beds. Even as the stalkers were releasing the cammander the bitches began removing whatever clothing they had on. As I pointed the staff at the cammander the others had finished undressing and stood waiting for the next cammand. A little while later the naked commander lead the rest of the bitches from the room.

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Once outside they marched to the center of the fort forming a circle facing each other. As they dropped to their hands and knees I saw the captain approaching. As he got closer I saw he and two of his men were dragging a bitch behind each of them. Even as the bitches were dragged by their hair across the ground I saw they had resisted capture. Bruises covered their faces and the one the captain held had a bloody nose.

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As soon as they reached us collars were placed on the bitches. Then once they had joined the others I began giving the captain instructions. Even as he was giving the Wolf Scouts their orders I was headed back to the Cammander’s Quarters. I wanted to look at her dispatches along with retrieving the sheath to the sword I still held.

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As I fastened the sword belt around my waist I looked at the outer wall of the outpost. While the lines of bitches hanging from each side of the open gate was intriguing. My attention was focused on the look the cammander was giving me. While the rest were just whimpering since we strung them up. She was throwing daggers at me based on her stare. I’m certain she also would’ve had a few choice words for me if we hadn’t gagged them all.

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Knowing I had the time to properly torment her some more I decided on one final humiliation for her. Taking out the message scroll I was leaving for our forces I walked towards her. As I patted her on the hip I looked at the hateful expression on her face and said.

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“ I wish I had more time to play with you but I got other places to be and other bitches to enslave. But don’t you worry about us not being here to make use of those fantastic bodies on you bitches. Our friends will be here shortly and I’m certain they’ll be able to entertain you bitches after we leave. But before I go there’s something I need you to hold onto for me till my friends get here.”

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The sun was just appearing lighting the horizon a little while later. As I climbed on to the horse I was watching the approaching column of troops. Taking a final satisfying look on the terror filled eyes of the cammander as she watched the approaching troops. Followed by an even more satisfying look at the message scroll protruding from her pussy I gave her a wave. I then took hold of the rains as I set off to catch up with the Wolf Scouts. There was one more of these outposts between here and the City of Artimos and we needed to get there before dark.

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Three days later we were watching the city walls. With some luck, a ton of planning, a lot of work by the Wolf Scouts, a bit of stealth, and a few well placed spells the army had moved into position unnoticed. Now with this campaign nearing it’s zenith we were totally helpless against the one foe we couldn’t fight. Time itself was now our enemy as we hoped we could go undiscovered a while longer. We could only wait as the sun moved closer and closer to the horizon.

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Looking around I could see the worried looks on many of the men. I knew dispite the orders to rest few were capable. Those lucky few could be seen leaning against trees or each other as they slept. The rest were wide awake as they waited for the cammand to attack. Personally I had a lot more on my mind. From it being dark enough to approach the smuggler’s tunnel unseen. To the festival starting on time. Then there was the control jewels being delivered like I hoped.

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As sunset neared I gave my leave to King Edward and rushed to rendezvous with the Wolf Scouts. After casting a quick but complicated spell a fog bank began to roll over the city. With the sky darkening with each second we ran towards a tavern just outside of the city’s wall. As the Wolf Scouts stormed the tavern I headed towards the barn. With everyone in the city I hoped the tavern was deserted as I started clearing the hay from a corner of the barn.

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As the trap door came into view I could hear footsteps approaching. Drawing my sword as I ducked behind a post I waited with baited breath for whoever it was to appear. A sigh of relief passed my lips when I saw the captain leading several of his men in. Without hesitation I instructed them to go through the tunnel but they were to wait quietly at the other end until I came through. Before each on went in I handed him a small vial and a rag. I then told them to drink the contents and tie the rags around their faces when they saw the smoke.

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As the last one went through I returned to the barn’s door to wait. With my patience almost wasting away I watched the city’s walls. As a monstrous cheers arose from the city I saw the sign I was waiting for. As bonfires starting to spring to life in the city I cast another spell. As I headed back to the tunnel three glowing lights appeared in the sky. Moving as fast as I dared I found my companions at the other end waiting still.

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I had to hold them back a little longer as I heard coughing on the other side of the hatch. Soon we saw the smoke I was waiting for drifting between the wood planks in the floor above us. Quickly drinking the contents of the vials I instructed the others to cover their faces and mouths with rags I had given them. As we went through the hatch I knew the what drugs the enchantments on the rags didn’t filter out the potion we drank would handle.

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Emerging from the hatch I could see the shopkeeper laying unconscious on the floor. Outside a similar sight greeted us as we saw people passed out in mass. We carefully moved around the throngs of unconscious people as I guided us down alleys as we made our way to the gate. Time was all that mattered as we ignored everyone we passed. Finally after passing through a gap between buildings we could see our destination.

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Not bothering with the locking bars I pressed the head of my staff against the gate. As I chanted I could feel the gate start to violently shake. Then as the spell was completed the gate turned to dust leaving the locking bars to drop to the ground. Even as that was happening I was chanting another spell. I could see the army charging the city as the lights in the sky started flashing different colors.

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I could see the captain disarming the guards in the gate house and knew his men were doing the same thing in the Archer’s Perch above the gate. Taking a moment to calm ourselves we waited as the first platoon of soldiers came through. They were almost immediately followed by a company of archers lead by King Edward. As he came through the gate he tossed me a heavy sack. With my respite over I shouldered the sack as I began to lead the soldiers and archers the city’s armory. With the Wolf Scouts and King Edward following behind we once again made our way through the city’s streets.

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As we approached the armory we caught sight of the other gate turning to dust. As the locking bars fell to the ground a saw a soldier leading another platoon holding a glowing stone. As the soldiers began coming through the other gate we reached the armory. As King Edward, the Wolf Scouts, and myself separated from them the soldiers began going through the door to the armory. We hadn’t even made it block when we saw the archers positioning themselves on the roof. With only two more stops to go I started leading the way again.

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Soon King Edward separated from us to direct the soldiers massing at the gates to the palace. The Wolf Scouts and me on the other hand headed towards the Assassins’ Passage. As we made our way around the palace we began to see people waking up. Ignoring the panic sticken people I quickly started pushing on the stones in the wall. The door wasn’t even open for a minute before The Wolf Scouts were going down the ladder.

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As soon as the last one was Through the passage I dropped the sack down the hole and followed behind them. After that it was an simple matter to slip through the passage. We moved smoothly until we heard panicked voices on the other side of the wall. A quick look though the viewport showed the princess hiding in her chambers with several servents. We quietly pull our weapons as I reached for the latch of the secret door.

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Screams erupted from the terrified women as out of nowhere we burst forth. While several of the scouts secured our captives the door to the room was thrown open. I quickly blocked the Royal Guard’s sword with my own. Before I knew it I parried a thrust before slashing across his stomach. As he screamed from his disembowelment I thrust my sword into his chest. As he fell we could hear fighting outside the palace.

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Pulling my sword from the guard’s chest I ordered the others back in the passage with the captives. The secret door was barely closed behind us when more guards came rushing into the room. As the guards searched the room for the princess we were quietly fitting her and the others with the restraints from the sack. Only once they where in in collars and shackles did we relax some.

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Still we decided on waiting to reemerge till the guards moved from the room in search of the missing princess. Only then did we come out again. Several of the scouts and the captain headed towards the doorway the moment we were back in the room. The rest of us waited in the passage as they dealt with the guards. Only once they return did the rest of us emerge pulling the captives behind us. Using servent’s stairs and back ways we approached the Throne Room. The closer got the louder the sounds of battle seemed. Until finally we attacked four guards right outside of the Servent’s Entrance. One die instantly with the Captain’s dagger through an eye. The second one took a sword to the gut before his throat was cut. The third one lost an arm before a slashing blade took his head off. The final one threw down her sword and surrendered once the others fell.

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Even as the collar was being put around her neck we were rushing into the Throne Room. As I entered I saw the Queen hiding behind her throne with her Handmaidens. In front of the throne were three more women with drawn swords. One was the Captain of the Royal Guards and the there was the Cammander of the City Guards and finally as the Army’s General.

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Stopping the captain and the scouts from engaging them in combat I instead pointed my staff at them. As the three of them took up defensive postures I used a minor lightning spell. Bolts of electricity shot from the end of my staff straight for their swords. They fell to the floor screaming as the electricity passed through their swords and into their bodies.

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Even as they fell the Wolf Scouts were running towards the throne. Soon the queen and the others were being dragged kicking and screaming past the unconscious bodies of their defenders. Acting quickly we shackled and collared the lot of them. We even had collars and shackles on the three defenders by the time they came to. We had just made the queen and princess kneel down in the center of the Throne Room when a lone Royal Guard entered the room. With my sword against the Queen’s throat I told the guard to order the others to lay down their weapons and surrender.

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Several minutes later King Edward entered the Throne Room followed by several soldiers. I could see their eyes were still searching around them as the effects of the battle were still fresh. We all were feeling similar effects as our adrenaline was still pumping. As he got closer I dropped down to a single knee then bowing my head. Once he acknowledged my bow I rose to my feet to greet him. Gesturing to the captives I began speaking.

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“ Sire may I present you with her Highness Queen Catherine and Princess Alexandra May their subjection bring great prosperity to your kingdom and it’s people.”

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After he thanked me he moved to examine the Royal Bitches. The incredulous expressions on their faces as he ran is hands over their bodies was something else. Though those didn’t compare to the looks they gave him when he mentioned their fates. Yet those also deffered between the two bitches. The queen’s was one of shock and humiliation hidden behind rage. The princess’s reaction on the other hand was of abject terror with a healthy dose of humiliation thrown in. It was her tears that I remember the most.

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They had been coming out in a steady stream since we captured her. But as the king spoke they turned into a raging waterfall. A shiver went through her body as she heard the words bitch and slave used to describe them. Still it didn’t compare to how she trimbled when she heard their ultimate destinations were a brothel and an harem. Even in her fancy gown I could she her knees buckling as she learned only fraction of what was planned for her.

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Even as the princess collapsed to the floor sobbing the king moved on completely ignoring them like they were beneath him. Instead he focused his attention to the other captives. In particular her tended to focus on the handmaidens and palace maids but the captured guard’s bodies got their fare share of his attention as well. While he ordered the captives stripped of their clothing I puzzled over why he seamed more interested in the Palace Servents then the pure bred bitches of the Royal Family.

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Following a later conquest I would ask him why he never took any of the queens as his own bitches. He said he wanted the queens to think the idea of him taking them as his bitches was beneath him. Much like he had done with his own treacherous queen earlier. To that end he decided that whenever we enslaved any future matriarchs they would all suffer the same fate. The first born princesses would end up in his son’s harem. While the queens would be made to entertain the troops before being placed in his Royal Brothel as whores.

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Prince Daniel would continue this tradition of his father’s of making the queens into whore when he succeeded his father to the throne. Prince Daniel on the other hand had come up with his own way of knocking the princesses even farther off of their pedestals. If being bitches in his harem wasn’t bad enough they were considered the lesser bitches within the hierarchy of the harem. He would take a peasant or two from each conquest and place them in charge of their former princesses. The princesses then had to satisfy the desires of the peasants as well as Prince Daniel’s. An idea King Edward would like so much he would institute it himself with the queens to even farther humiliate them.

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While I enjoyed the torments the queen and princess faced I had my own objectives to consider. Those were squarely focused on the degradation of the Temples’ Priestesses. In particular the priestesses in the temple of that city was on my mind. Then there was the fact that while we had made the defenders of the city and palace surrender those that defended the temples answered to a different authority. So until they were in chains we were faced with the possibility of more fighting.

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With that in mind I quickly got the captain’s attention so we could reassemble the Wolf Scouts. Now that we had control of the palace we needed to focus on something else. We needed began the preparations for the taking of the true prize of this city. We still had take the temple and all the soon to be whimpering bitches inside of it.

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After giving our respects to King Edward as went about his duties in the palace we set out of the front gate. No one talked as we passed the bodies of fallen defenders and comrades out of respect. Though it could have been out of the realization of it could’ve been our bodies someone else was walking by. Then there was the fact we could still end up that way if we weren’t careful that was on all of our minds. As we reached the street we could see the sight that provided just enough encouragement to steady our resolves.

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On a hill in the very center of the city rested the Temple of Artimos. Even from our position we could see the Temple Guardians moving into defensive positions. Given my own history I knew any assault on the temple would result in massive casualties. For the guardians were sworn defend the temple to the last man. The only way to prevent more bloodshed was to use something from a source I only partially trusted or to try a risky plan I had thought up involving the escape passage from the temple. Then there was Artimos herself I had to consider as I made my decision. Due to the rush involved in getting our forces here in time for the festival we had only come up with one option of dealing with the goddess and unfortunately it was going to be extremely dangerous for me. With that in mind I really had no choice but to use the control jewels to have the priestesses to order the surrender of the temple.

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With what needed done weighing heavily on me I didn’t notice Prince Daniel’s forces approaching until the captain pointed it out to me. After greeting my friend we advanced the rest of the way to the temple together. As Prince Daniel had his men seal off the escape routes I began channeling as much mystical energy I could to myself. As the power coursed through my body I sent a series of commands to the priestesses’s control jewels. Then as the messenger from the temple could be seen approaching under a flag of surrender the words of a delayed regenerative spell passed my lips.

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While the spell took effect on my body I gave my instructions to Prince Daniel and the captain. As they lead our forces into the temple complex I followed a ways behind. I let them handle the preparations as I began reciting a difficult and equally dangerous spell. As I recited each praise the effects of both the spells began to kick in. Even as the final words of the chant left my mouth a searing pain shot up my spine. I struggled to remain on my feet as the regenerative spell began to counter the negative side effects of the other. Still this would only work for a limited time so we needed to complete our mission as quickly as possible.

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With the limited time I would have on my mind I activated the transferrence spell I had cast. As more waves of pain hit me as the spell went into effect I knew the pain was the least of my worries as Apollon’s powers began to merged with my own. My vision began to blur as blackness over took me. The spell now completely in place my consciousness left my body as Apollon’s took it’s place.

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From this point on I would remember very little of what happened. It was mostly flashes of images, sounds, and feelings that I was only partially able to understand. It wasn’t until after Prince Daniel told me about it that I not only understood the flashes but then understood why I was knotted with Artimos when I came to. While waking up tied ass to ass with a sobbing violated goddess with no memory of the events proceeding it was an experience few would know. Yet for the sake of properly recording the events of that day I’ll let Prince Daniel’s words tell of the events of the story where my own can not.

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I will let it be known now neither my father or myself would have allowed the Priest to do what he did if we felt there was any other choice. We also don’t believe that Apollon would jeopardize the life of his disciple so recklessly if he had any other choice. So as the Wolf Scouts and me secured the priestesses in the temple we had the risk the Priest was taking on our minds more than the fact we were going to be witness to a battle battle between two deities. I suspected it was out of fear for our forces being slaughtered by Artimos was the only reason he did it.

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With my belief in the reason for the Priest’s actions established it’s time to tell of the enslavement of the Goddess Artimos. Following the instructions of the Priest we left him alone outside of the temple and proceeded inside. The instructions were quite simple. Disarm the Temple Guardians and prepare the priestesses for the breeding ritual. This was to have them all kneeling in a simi-circle on the main floor of the temple once they had all been fitted with shackles and collars.

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Since the violent removal of their clothing was almost as important a part of the ritual as their rape they were still clothed. This consideration did not extend to the female leadership of the Temple Guardians. They were stripped to the skin. They then were given to the troops along with the captured leadership and officers of the Royal Guards, City Guards, and the Queen herself. The Queen did vary from the soldiers in one respect. That is both her and the princess were to be violated along side the priestesses. So while we were dealing with the preparation in the temple my father was handling what we called the march of shame.

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The queen and princess has their clothing stripped from their bodies. Things like stockings and the high healed shoes they wore to tempt males were retained but their breasts and pussies were exposed for all to see. Their arms were then shackled behind their backs and they were forced to walk ahead of the majority of our forces as they and my father moved from the palace to the temple. They would repeat this march once we returned home only this time they would be accompanied by most of the remaining bitches in the city. Now we could hear the sounds of this parade of humiliation approaching as we went about securing the captives. We had just finished with the female Temple Guardians as my father entered with the royal bitches in tow.

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Once the two of them got here we then went about positioning each of them on a end of the line of priestesses. The next individual that had to be positioned in a specific location was the Head Priestess. She was positioned in the center of the simi-circle with a small golden statue of Artimos sitting in front of her. With the priestesses and the two royals in place it was our turn to get in position. I took my place behind the princess and my father behind the queen the Wolf Scouts would each take a place behind the priestesses. This only left the Head Priestess kneeling helplessly with out her rapist behind her.

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Just as we began to hear the pleading of the captive officers from outside the temple when Apollon entered. As the god approached the kneeling captives they could see this wasn’t a normal person walking towards them. The way the mystical energy surrounded his body created a glow that was hard to describe. At moments it seemed like he was made out of gold while others it was like his body was surrounded by light but the only thing that was certain someone divine was in our presence. Even the captives understood this based on the way they were trimbling.

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As he walked around the High Priestess Apollon began to speak in what the Priest called the sacred tongue. While I could not understand what he was saying the priestesses could. With each phrase he spoke they became more and more terrified. As the stoic expressions on their faces changed to those of a proper sobbing and whimpering bitch expecting her first violation that I realized Apollon wasn’t just talking to them. This was most obvious when I watched High Priestess’s reaction throughout all of this. She was crying more then the others combined as she pleaded for mercy for them. Yet it was the way she kept looking at the statue of Artimos sitting in front of her made me wonder which deity she was pleading to.

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Finally as a glow began to pass from one bitch to another we knew Apollon had cast some sort of spell or curse on to them. Starting with the High Priestess through all the bitches kneeling in the temple and as I was told later the rest of the bitches in the city. The only bitches not effected by this curse were those descended from the Priestesses of Junus like the Priest’s bitch Kita and the few we brought with us from home to serve as examples. Besides those bitches we learned everyone one in or from the domain of Artimos was effected.

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Now I still don’t have an complete understanding of the complete extent of the curse but the few things I saw were impressive. It enhanced the suffering of the bitches drastically while at the same time it drained their will to resist almost making them willing participants. Besides the effects of the curse there was another fact I didn’t know about at the time. That was the curse wasn’t limited to just her followers but Artimos herself was fully impacted by the curse as well. For just before the glow arose from the High Priestess the statue in front of her started to glow unnoticed by any of us.

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Now as I said before I had no idea what Apollon was saying or let alone realized that he was casting a curse until it’s effects became known. This was due to the fact that even as the glow began moving amongst the bitches he was still talking in the sacred tongue. He hadn’t made any of the gestures I had seen the Priest use when casting spells. No hand gestures or even pointing the staff at the target of the spell. Even the glow moving amongst the bitches went largely unnoticed by us since our attention was mostly focused on Apollon. I myself barely noticed it and even then didn’t make the connection until after the ritual when I spoke with the troops outside preparing bitches for ravagement.

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With only a minor indication that Apollon was doing something other than preaching to the bitches about their proper places we waited unaware of what was coming. When the High Priestess bowed down in prayer we mistakenly believed she was praying for mercy from Apollon. Even as the other priestesses began to copy her bow we didn’t understand the significance. Yet as the High Priestess began to chant in the sacred tongue we began to sense something was wrong.

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As the other priestesses began to copy the chant our survival instincts kicked in and many of us reached for our weapons. Seeing our hands gripping weapons Apollon suddenly gestured for us to stop. While I was unsure if I should obey at first I remembered the reason that the Priest had allowed Apollon to inhabit his body in the first place.

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Even so as the small statue of Artimos began to brightly glow I was very concerned. This concern began to turn into fear as the statue began to grow in size. Looking around at our forces I saw similar fear on all of their faces. As the statue reached human size I began to prepare myself for the worst since I wasn’t sure how much longer Apollon could remain within the Priest’s body. Even as the glow began fading I could only hope that Apollon’s strength was a match to that of Artimos’s. Especially since she was now standing in the place of the statue.

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Getting my first look at one of the goddesses I was impressed with what I saw. She was highly attractive as one would expect of a deity. With the same facial features, physical build, and ankle length blonde hair as her priestesses. Strangely she also shared the physical appearance with many of the other bitches in her domain. Though from what I was told by the Priest this was common especially amongst the priestesses, royals, and many nobles since they are descended from human daughters the goddesses had millenia ago.

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Even her form fitting translucent clothing was copied by the Priestesses. About the only thing real difference between them was of course the way the glow seamed to surrounded Artimos’s body. Though even this had started to fade so she was beginning to look almost mortal. Still the Priest had told us until a goddess is collared and shackled like a proper bitch she is the most dangerous thing we could come across. He then had told us to keep the priestesses between us and her until Apollon had defeated her. For until that happened the only thing that would protect us was Artimos’s unwillingness to destroy her disciples. So as Artimos’s angry gaze swept over us I could feel my own panic rising.

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The only thing that kept me from running in terror was the calm demeanor that Apollon was maintaining as his sister focused her anger upon him. Even so my eyes were searching for any sort of escape route or hiding place as I stood witness to this confrontation between deities. The instinct to run became nearly overwhelming as Artimos’s power began rising. Along with the return of the glowing aura surrounding her it was now intermixed with random sparks energy she was giving off. It almost looked like she was being enveloped by a bright ball of light filled with small lightning bolts.

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Yet as Artimos displayed her power in such a way Apollon seamed to passively watch as if he was unconcerned. I was terrified beyond belief as I stood in the presence of an angry goddess. Especially since I was one of the ones holding the leashes to her enslaved followers kneeling in front of us. Yet Apollon seamed completely unconcerned as his sister seamed to reach her peak power level. As Artimos’s power reached it’s peak the glowing ball surrounding her seamed to dissipate until her aura looked as it did at the beginning of her power up with the exception of the random sparks of energy was now being consistently released.

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As once again her angry gaze swept over us I had to fight my urge to run. The only thing that seamed to be preventing my flight for safety was the looks I was getting from the rest of my companions and my father. If it wasn’t for the fact I could see the others watching me with similar looks of fear yet standing their ground gave me just enough resolve to stay as Artimos finally began speaking.

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Part of me was actually thankful I didn’t understand the sacred tongue. Though some of the tones and looks she was giving served to brake the barrier. This was especially evident from the reactions of the priestesses to a few comments directed towards them based on the look Artimos gave them as they seamed to wheep harder than when they were facing violation and Enslavement. Still while the Priestesses and us took up a small portion of the rant it was clear the bulk of her anger was focused on Apollon. Until I think she felt she had said enough and acted on what had to be threats she was saying.

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Her balance shifting and her hands coming up in what had to be a spell casting gesture had us all moving into defensive postures. Even the Priestesses could be seen cowering against us as Apollon just stood there doing nothing to defend himself.

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In fact all that all that Apollon did as what looked like an ball of electricity began to form in Artimos’s hand was raise a hand to his own face and yawn. I was already shocked by his lack of concern for Artimos’s power but to respond to an pending attack in such a way was insane. Yet as Artimos threw the ball of electricity at him Apollon made no move to defend himself or to get out of the way. Then not even a foot from her hand the ball suddenly split into multiple streams of electricity headed straight towards Apollon until something totally unexpected happened.

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Midway through the gap separating them the energy seamed to bend back upon itself. Artimos had a look of disbelief on her face as she realized she was the target of her own attack. She couldn’t even raise her arms to attempt to shield herself before she was struck. An ear piercing scream escaped her lips as the energy coursed throughout her body. Her screams were immediately mirrored by the other bitches as they somehow felt her suffering. As Artimos fell to the floor Apollon finally moved in such a way that could be considered preparing for an attack.

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His stance opened up and his hands made a gesture I had seen the Priest use before. This was almost immediately fallowed by a spell I was also familiar with. Even as Artimos’s body was still twitching streams of gold burst from the floor by each of her limbs and her neck. I let out a sigh of relief as the collar and shackles began to form on her. With the golden collar and shackles now permanent fixtures on Artimos’s body I could feel the fear that had almost paralyzed me disappear. Still I wasn’t going to be completely at ease until she was kneeling in front of us like the rest of the bitches.

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My anxiety fading I watched as Artimos began to recover from the effects of her attack rebounding back at her. Rising to her hands and knees I could see her shaking her head. Seeing her in this position prompted Apollon finally to speak to her. This was surprising turn of events for all of us. Mind you it wasn’t that he was talking to her we found surprising but the fact we could understand Apollon as he spoke.

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“Tell me sister are you ready to surrender yourself and be a proper slave bitch or do I get to watch you humiliate yourself by trying to fight a battle that was lost before it began? Now I’m alright with the second option mind you but you should know you will end up my bitch regardless of anything you think you could do.”

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His words seamed the encouragement she needed to regain her senses and attempt to regain her feet. Though to her shock Artimos’s limbs wouldn’t move. As she struggled against the magic of the shackles I saw fear on her face for the first time. Besides the fear I could see a fare amount of confusion as she shot worried looks back and forth from her shackles and Apollon. Besides the fear and worry on her face I could also see some surprise as she looked at her shackles.

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I suspected she either didn’t understand how they could restrain her or she didn’t realize they were on her until she couldn’t move. I wondered if it was the later did she not notice the collar yet. Though that answer came when she suddenly tried to bend her neck so she could see what was around it. To all of our surprise we watched as one of her hands lifted from the floor to her neck and started feeling the collar.

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Even only being able to tell by feel I could see she could recognize she was wearing a collar and with the realization I saw what I believe was an involuntary reaction. As a shiver went through her body I could see tears start running from her eyes. I suspected she instinctively knew that she was beaten yet I also had my doubts that her will to resist hadn’t been broken yet.

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I could only hope that Apollon recognized this to but I wasn’t going to get in his way by voicing my concerns. Instead I decided to show the courtesy of trusting his decisions when it came to training his own bitches. Much like I had done with the Priest when he wasn’t getting anymore satisfaction from Wolf Bitch. So showing him the same respect I needed to let him decide for himself what he felt was right.

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Besides we each had cowering bitches of or own to deal with at the moment. Looking at the princess currently looking up at me with the expression of fear on her face made me momentarily focus my attention to her. My hushed cammand of get back into position bitch was soon echoed by the others. Before I knew it all of the bitches but Artimos were kneeling with their arms behind their heads and their fear once again focused on our intentions instead of their goddess’s. I could feel a little bit of disappointment knowing that their only hope had already been dashed by someone else but I still would have the satisfaction of being the one of the people to further debase them. Unfortunately the decision on when that happened was still up to someone else as well.

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Thankfully Apollon wasn’t in much of a mood to torment Artimos. Seeing the rest of her followers kneeling as they waited be ravaged made him cut short any planned torments. Though he did inflict one her probably to this control by making her remove her clothing. This was soon repeated by the rest of us as the remaining bitches began to disrobe. Finally with Artimos naked she was made to crawl to a position in front of the other bitches.

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Artimos now beaten, stripped, and kneeling in front of her master was now missing one final touch to make her enslavement complete. Given she was also the only one of the bitches that probably knew what to expect so she was the least terrified of the lot. Still I kept seeing her shoot Apollon a few fearful glances as the other bitches positioned themselves on their hands and knees. Even without a complete understanding of what they were facing the bitches understood enough about what was about to happen to them to start weeping hysterically. This would only intensify as Apollon began stripping and we followed his example. The bitches would transition from hysterics to sheer terror as Apollon transform into his canine form.

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I could almost feel sorry for Artimos as I saw the size of this form of Apollon. He was way larger then any wolf or dog in fact he was closer in size to a bear. Given his larger stature I also suspected he would be better endowed in another area that would make what was coming even more unpleasant for Artimos. From the look of terror on her face as Artimos glanced at Apollon approaching she thought so also. Still it was the way she began to sob as he mounted her closely followed by scream as she was penetrated that confirmed my suspicion.

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If she had been a mortal bitch the furiously of his assault would of killed her for sure. Even as we took our own bitches as brutally as possible we couldn’t compare to the god amongst us. Granting the bitches a small bit of mercy not afforded to their goddess. Still we felt the effects of the ritual we doubled our efforts to violate the screaming bitches. Though from this point my attention was focused on the whimpering princess beneath me and I was no longer paying much attention to Apollon’s violation of Artimos. I did see the Priest’s bitch Kita carry in the small statue of Apollon. I also heard Artimos speaking in the sacred tongue but I didn’t notice Apollon separating from the Priest’s body until after I had knotted my nearly unconscious bitch.

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Finally separated I quickly became aware of my surroundings. I was in my canine form knotted in a bitch’s battered pussy. Besides the pain from the transferrence I felt different. It was almost as if I had grown in size somehow. Looking at the bitch I’d just bred then at the others in the room I soon realized I had grown larger in several ways. Looking around the room again I saw Apollon for the first time with my own eyes and realized what had happened and let out a triumphant howl. The others soon were answering my howl with ones of their own covering up the sobbing of violated bitches. While I knew I technically hadn’t been the one to bring her down I did feel satisfaction about the part I played with Artimos being in the state she was.

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The gamble had paid off and Apollon was free to walk this world again. It would still take weeks for me to fully recover and even then it would require violating the High Priestess several times. During that time we brought most of the members of Artimos’s army along with more than a battalion of new recruits over to our side. A few bitches managed to escape our grasp but the rest were put in chains. Still once the domain of Artimos was under our control our focus shifted towards her sisters’ lands. Our intentions along with who we served was now clear to the other goddesses and there was going to be a response sooner or later.

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Still our forces were now reinforced the Wolf Scouts were prowling the country side scouting for the enemy and as many of the escaped bitches as they could find. The Artimos’s spies was gone. Then as a bonus we were now the beneficiaries of her forces hard work. Then there was what we knew of the situation with Caros and our secret ally we had going in our favor. While there was still cause for concern we still came out stronger than when we started.

Thanks for reading this chapter.

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My pussy gets a yummy awakening as it’s tingled to life

I was at my aunt’s house and my family was having a party. Some of my aunt’s friends were over, but I had a headache and had to go lie down. So, I ended up lying down in my oldest cousin’s room. One of my aunt’s friends, Karie came in shortly after.

I didn’t know it was her until later.

But I was lying on my back in the dark and she reaches underneath my shirt and grabs my breast. Her hands were cold and I was surprised that she was doing this. Already at a young age I was masturbating, so her sexually touching me didn’t confuse me.

She squeezed my nipples and then took her hand out of my shirt, going around the bed and lying down with me. She kissed my neck and squeezed my breasts from outside the shirt, stroking my tummy. Her hand slid down to my crotch and she stroked outside my panties, rubbing up and down my labia and teasing my clit.

I tried to not moan or gasp, and I was good at holding my breath since my parents hated it when I masturbated so I would have to be quiet. My clit began to tingle and I curled my toes as she continued to rub it, kissing my cheek. I could feel myself getting warmer down there as she stuck her hand down my panties, her fingers still kinda cold. She rubbed my clit thoroughly and that’s when I couldn’t help but squirm.

She thought I was still asleep but chuckled at my reaction and began to rub harder, gently touching the opening of my vagina with another finger. Karie then lifted up my shirt before deciding to take all my clothes off altogether, keeping me under the covers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her rubbing herself as she also undressed completely. She slid under the covers with me, grabbing my leg and pressing it to her dripping wet pussy.

She then started to hump my leg, rubbing her clit on me as she resumed playing with my clit. Karie sucked on my small breasts, making my nipples tingle. I moaned softly, knowing only she could hear me since there was loud music outside. She stopped suddenly, then moved me to the middle of the bed and got on top of my face, rubbing her wet pussy on my mouth.

“Hey cutie, can you suck on me right here?” Karie whispered as she revealed her clit in the barely visible light, pressing it to my lips.

I closed my eyes and sucked on her clit, hearing her moan as I felt her throb in my mouth. I felt her soft fingers rubbing my clit again, causing me to moan and grind my hips. I could feel her large breasts on either side of me and I reached down and played with one of her nipples. She wiggled her hips in pleasure before I felt her soft wet tongue slide inside of me.

My hips jolted and I sucked even harder as she rubbed my sensitive clit faster. She felt so good and I could feel myself getting closer to cumming. I whimpered in pleasure and she then licked my clit, sucking on it finally. I panted heavily, feeling my legs shake.

Suddenly, she gushed her hot fluids all over my face and I came as well. She continued to suck my clit and lick all over my pussy, causing me to moan louder. To keep me quiet she began to rub her pussy all over my face, enjoying tormenting me.

This went on until she came another time and she cleaned us both off with wet wipes. She kissed my pussy and redressed me, then kissed my head before leaving the room. After their party and my long nap, Karie offered to drive me home and babysit me instead of my parents, since Karie apparently knew them too and they wanted to stay longer. She got me food and while we were on the road, she would occasionally lean over and kiss me.

Once she got bored of kissing me she stuck her hand inside my pants and rubbed my clit, causing me to moan. I didn’t hold my breath and moaned as I panted, my clit tingling with erotic pleasure. I squirmed and whimpered before cumming violently in my pants, turning the air on high as I sweat. I then leaned over and slipped her breast out of her shirt, sucking on her nipple.

She grabbed my hand and put it inside her pants and I began to rub her clit just like she did with mine. She grabbed my ass and stuck her finger inside my pussy, causing me to wince. It hurt but I tolerated it because it felt so good to touch her. She came all over my hands and spanked my pussy playfully right before we drove into my neighborhood.

All night she fucked me and ate me out, sitting on my face and rubbing my clit. We showered together and played with each other’s pussies before she tucked me into bed, only to eat me out again. She stuck her fingers inside of me and sucked on my clit again, fingering me hard. I was trying to not be so loud as I covered my face with my hands, but she felt so yummy licking me.

I grinded my hips into her tongue, her fingers pushing deeper inside of me. I moaned and cried out in pain, but I felt myself tremble as she nibbled softly on my clit.

“Karie~!” I cried, cumming again.

She laughed and licked up my cum, kissing my pussy all over. She crawled up on top of me, rubbing her pussy on mine before sliding her tongue in my mouth. She tasted me before shoving her tongue down my throat, rubbing out clots together. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples.

She kissed my cheek and licked all over my breasts, moaning in unison with her. She kissed me tenderly as she scissored me, both of us sweaty again. Just then we heard my parents come inside the house and we rushed into the bathroom, turning the shower on again. Moments later, I hear my dad’s voice in my room.

“I’m in the shower, daddy!” I called.

At that moment, I didn’t expect him to come in, when he came in and saw me and Karie he quietly stepped inside and glared at the both of us.

“You two better explain yourself,” he said angrily, his arms folded across his chest.

“Oh, come on Bruce, don’t be like that,” Karie whispered, getting out of the shower and hugging her hot body close to my dad.

He grew flustered quickly and grabbed her hips in an attempt to push her away, but she unzipped his pants and began to rub his cock on her clit. She moaned and licked his neck, causing him to get hard.

“Be a good boy and pretend you didn’t see anything,” she whispered to him, getting down on her knees before sucking on his tip.

She sucked his cock slowly, taking her time and edging him. My dad’s knees practically buckled and he came in her throat. She swallowed and smirked, standing back up.

“I know Tia doesn’t give you anything in bed, but at least try to act like you fuck,” she said with a laugh before scooting him out of the bathroom.

We washed off quickly and got dressed, also pretending like nothing happened.

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