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What happens when a loved one no longer resembles the person they once were? What about if you are the only one who notices? A father is willing to do most anything for his daughter, and so the hunt begins.

Legends tell of a terrible place, a place where nobody ever goes near, a place of darkness and horror. High up upon the highest of all hills, higher than even the tallest you can think of, lives a large and eerie old castle. Nobody goes near it, nobody has ever been there to tell the tale and returned, and nobody has ever even laid eyes on it that anyone knows of. Of the few who have returned, they tell of the horrors they saw. The castle is surrounded in darkness and swarms of bats. There is no way to reach the castle as it is not connected to any roads and is on the tallest, steepest hill. You would sure have to have flight or the world’s finest climbing gear to even consider it. But those dozen or so who have made the voyage tell of horrors beyond imagination. The castle moans, as if it’s hungry. Constant, deep moaning erupts from it in all directions from deep, deep within. It oozes a thick, unknown substance as if drooling like it is hungry and waiting for someone to just walk in so it can gulp them up to never be seen again. Nobody knows how old the castle is or how long it has been around, but there are tales that say it burst from Hell itself one day, and that is why the old kingdom that once stood here is now merely a charred and abandoned ruin.

Surrounding kingdoms that knew of the cursed lands, known as the ring of ashes, often forbid anyone from going near such a place and felt it was better left forgotten. So long as only the peasant villages between the nobility and the ring of ashes were seeing people disappear every night it wasn’t exactly a big deal. Then things changed, and nobles began to disappear as well. At first it was only a small handful of lower class nobles, and all except their closest relatives made little of it, but the more it happened the more serious they began to take it. Eventually even high nobility started to vanish.

Princess Humblunt tried her best to blend in at the party, avoid attention and just sort of blend in and disappear, but when you’re the princess you cannot really do that. She hated social settings and did not like meeting new people, she was shy and timid and all around pretty introverted. But it was her princessly duty to show up, greet people and meet people, and be polite, sweet, charming, and never, ever fart. She had been struggling to hold it in, this brewing fart that ached her stomach and clenched her bottom so tightly she felt as though she had just juiced a lemon into her anus while already sucking on a candy with it. She tried her best to feign a smile, gritting her teeth beneath her smiling lips in a fake and forced smile she had perfected since her early years.

Juan pulled her in close, his hand on the small of her back, his other hand holding her own while he adjusted his hair in that way bishonens do even though he’s more of a woman but a very pretty one. She lost herself in Juan, their hour long conversation just prior having transfixed her with so many important details that she had never known before, vital information that would change the course of events forever and potentially leave her utterly clueless had she not heard it. She was in love with her prince, her beautiful lady man that was the most beautiful man or lady she had ever known. She was lost in Juan’s eyes, she was lost in his embrace, she didn’t need to fart anymore. Or had she already? In truth she was unsure if she had forgotten to hold it in and simply didn’t notice releasing it or not, and she was not deeply self-conscious. Her cheeks flushing red that spread to her whole face, she turned away, clenched her hands to her cheeks, and ran off, leaving Juan dumbfounded.

Princess Humblunt made her way to her room high in the tallest tower of her kingdom, so high that you would need flight to make it to the top unless you used the stairs and she did so she definitely did not see him yet. The princess burst into her room, her entire body and mind burning with embarrassment, shame, and insecurity. She fell onto the bed, her face buried deep in its soft warmth, and proceeded to release. Apparently she had still been holding it in, she had run away from Juan for nothing, and as the room vibrated and she felt that old familiar tearing sting she got off the bed to go find something to wipe with. And that’s when she saw it and she froze. Standing there, in his regal attire and gazing upon her with a handsome smile across his beautiful face, was Juan in the window. The princess’ internal panic went into overdrive, her eyes wide and her face a deeper red than her own blood, and she felt as if she would feint. How did he get here so fast!? Or at all!? Had she done that in front of him? Had he seen her do it!? Did he hear it!? Did he SMELL it!?!? But before she could run and kill herself forever, Juan swept her up once more in her arms, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately.

The previous trauma made it easy for Juan to drive deep inside her, his womanly penis sliding in and out of her ass swiftly and expertly. Princess Humblunt moaned, biting her lip at the occasional twinges of pain, and pushed her hips back at Juan. Juan’s hands gripped the princess’ hips firmly, his sharp nails digging in just enough to sting but not enough to draw blood, and soon the princess could no longer hold herself up and collapsed directly onto her face. Butt still in the air, the princess took Juan’s cock again and again up her ass, losing herself in the pleasure of her beautiful lover’s thrusts. Every so often Juan would strike the princess’ firm, pale ass just hard enough to leave a bold red mark, and as their beautiful buttfucking grew ever more intense his swats began to scrape her with his nails. She winced and gasped, loving that it was a bit too much for her, and soon she could feel herself being pinned down savagely into the bed, a thick and hot stream of cum erupting inside her and flooding her until it overflowed. Princess Humblunt lay against the bed as Juan withdrew, her breath heavy as she panted in a daze, her butthole overflowing with cum and traces of blood.

Just as the princess began to thank Juan for the meal, sure that their love making was over, she felt herself being turned onto her back like a helpless ragdoll. Blushing deeply she watched as Juan tore her gown open, revealing her perky breasts and virgin pussy to her lover. Her slit was moist as he began to spread her legs and take position, and using his own cum and traces of her blood as lubricant he shoved his penis deep inside her hole in a single thrust without holding back for even a moment, tearing away her virginity forever. The princess gasped deeply, her eyes wide as she felt something she had never experienced before. The pain was intense, but nowhere near what it had been during her first anal experience all those years ago, nor the time she let three men fill her anus at the same time when she was drunk because her father called her unladylike. She moaned deeply as Juan began to fuck her, wrapping her legs around his hips and letting him perform his beautiful magic, biting her lip and giving herself to pleasure. Juan thrust into her deeply, his feminine penis flexing and throbbing within as it advanced again and again, filling her womanhood so thoroughly it confirmed her once and for all to be a complete slut. His hands explored her body, sliding across her soft stomach and up to her breast which he cupped, massaging as he gently pinched the nipple. The princes was lost in bliss and gave into her lover’s every desire, and before long she could feel herself being filled with his cum once again, only this time it could easily leave her pregnant. What her father didn’t know, as he stood outside her room starign through the keyhole, his small penis firmly in his hand as he stroked, was that she wanted to be pregnant. Then we would see who was ladylike.

As the two lovers drew their passion to a close, Juan leaned in to gently kiss the princess’ neck, placing soft kiss after soft kiss along it with the occasional nibble. The princess’ entire body was burning with passion, her mind reeling as her eyes rolled back in her head to the feeling of his tender touches. Suddenly she got an idea that she had never thought of before and had no idea where it came from or why she wanted it so much, but when she begged him to bite her all Juan could do was stare. Was this bitch serious? Juan needed little convincing as he had been planning to do that very thing this entire time, and with a swift lunge he sunk his fangs deep inside the princess’ neck, piercing her flesh and draining the blood from it. Princess Humblunt moaned deeply as she felt her neck being bitten and her warm blood escaping and she began to pee a little. After a few moments, Juan licked the wound he had given the princess clean of her blood and withdrew, kissing her lips before getting dressed once more. The princess blushed as she gazed upon her lover, and in an instant he made his way to the window and proceeded to jump out. In panic the princess made her way to the window, terrified of what she had just seen, but when she looked out she did not see the all too familiar sight of one of her lovers splattered across the rooftops, intestines impaled and blowing in the wind like a flag. All she saw was a very beautiful bat, flying off into the night, and in that moment a thought occured to her. What the fuck!?

The king was in a fury, his eyes burning with madness as he roared in his throne room about how there were demons in his kingdom, that they were the ones taking their people in the night, and that his daughter had become one. He had seen it with his own eyes, but without outing himself as a pervert he had no way to explain how he knew, only that he did in fact know. Despite being king, nobody seemed to believe him and instead many of his advisors often tried to talk him down and speak reason, but none of that mattered. He had seen what he had seen, and every time he looked at his daughter he no longer saw his daughter but an evil demon. Even so, he believed somewhere deep inside her the real Princess Humblunt remained, and maybe if he slaughtered the demon that corrupted her it would return her to normal. Even if it did not, at least he would have his vengeance. But no matter how much he insisted his daughter was some sort of monster nobody took his claims all too seriously, claiming she was no different than ever. Whenever they would say that he just sort of stared in disbelief, looking at them like they were insane before looking back to his daughter in absolute bewilderment.

The sweet princess had always been a cute and innocent looking girl, with a delicate frame, moderately sized perky breasts, rosy pale skin, and golden blonde hair. The thing which sat in his daughter’s chair had hair as orange as fire with streaks and tips as red as blood. Her skin was far more pale than before, a stark snowy white which made her large bust appear even larger. No longer did she dress like a sweet and innocent princess but instead her gowns expanded down to expose a majority of her boobies and featured slits up the side exposing her slender, sensual legs that were surely longer than they had been previously. Only the night before the king had towered a full two heads over his daughter, but now she stood almost tall enough to look him in the eyes with her once baby blue but now sinister yellow eyes that reflected less a cute innocence and more a horrific insanity. Yet, even still, everyone insisted she was no different and almost implied he had simply gone mad, and while his daughter did in fact behave at least similarly in public settings as to how she did before, there was no mistaking it in private.

The once timid girl too shy to ask her servants a simple favor now pushed them around, violently shoving them and knocking them to the ground, stomping their genitals and grinding her heel in, threatening to have their families consumed by moths without ever giving a reason or a condition. The princess had always let just about every man she met fuck her in the ass any chance she got; she loved anal, but something was different now. The demon that all claimed to be the king’s daughter now took her sex by force, taking power positions often on top or in seemingly impossible poses while forcing the mens’ cocks inside her rather than submissively taking their own thrusts. In the following days the king secretly watched his supposed daughter take more semen than a hurricane during fishing season, and though she was always a bit of a buttslut she had never been this ravenous or insatiable. It would have been a massive turn on if he was not so frightened of demons and what would become of his kingdom were something not done about it, but if nobody was going to believe his claims he would have to take matters into his own hands.

The waterways were a grim and dreary place, full of vermin and filth that nobility should never be cursed to know even exists much less have to wade through in the middle of the night. This place had always widely been known as something to avoid, a dangerous place full of criminals and possibly spooky monsters. There were more than a few claims of alligators. Still, it was necessary to come here if nobody up above was going to take demons seriously, and so the king made his way to the darkest depths of the abyss. In the darkest pit of the waterways was a hall known as the Bhad-gei Quarter. Only the most sinister and vile of the kingdom’s underbelly resided there, and though any one of them would gladly slit the king’s own royal throat for no other reason than reputation or personal satisfaction, they all knew their greatest self interest if the king was coming here by his own accord was to seek his gold as opposed to his blood.

The Bhad-gei was a moderately sized circular room connected to six side chambers, and at the center of the central room sat a black chair, its craft remarkable and its detail strangely ornate, carved of a material he was unfamiliar with. Approaching the chair the king hesitated a moment before sitting down, and as he did a seemingly disembodied voice filled the chamber. It asked why he was here, and what the king of all people could possibly seek from criminals like them. The king told them his tale, about what he had seen and what he continued to see, about how nobody believed him and that something had to be done. When asked why he did not order his men to take this task seriously and do it regardless of their personal beliefs he revealed it would make him seem mad and insane with power, losing him the popularity vote in the next election. After a long pause there was agreement, and the voice asked him to take his pick as each of the chamber doors opened.

From the first on the left approached a large man, a very large man that had to duck to avoid the ceiling and nearly crawl to get through his own doorframe. He was as broad as he was tall, a true beast of a man clad in barbarian-like attire. His arms and portions of his body were wrapped thoroughly in chains, and attached to the ends of these chains were a variety of all sorts of painful looking weapons. His name was Rascal the Breaker. He was formerly a war general for a rival nation that had been taken prisoner during war, but he escaped prison by ripping the bars apart with his bare hands and taking the lives of several guards in the process. The Bhad-gui found him and adopted his services. He was certainly powerful, a true monster of a man that may very well be suited to hunting other monsters, but something about Rascal seemed a bit too unstable for the king’s liking.

At the center left door stood a pair of identical, ordinary looking twin young women. They were dressed in ordinary looking robes that mostly hid their bodies and did nothing to show anything of interest or use. The king was so unimpressed he nearly passed them up, until the voice told him to wait. The left twin grasped her sister, pulling her close and sensually kissing her lips. Her hand slid up her sister’s torso over her robe, tightly grasping her moderately sized breast and squeezing it as she slid her tongue into her sister’s mouth. Both sisters moaned into one another as they began to grow hotter and heavier, and soon their robes were discarded to reveal they were entirely nude underneath. Their bodies were nice, in reasonable shape, but ultimately nothing special, yet the sight of two young women kissing, especially twins, was something the king could not will himself to look away from. At least not quite yet. One of the sisters tugged the other’s bottom lip as she felt her sister firmly grasp her ass, and soon something strange started to happen. The king could not be sure if it was his ever growing erection that was making them seem more attractive than they had previously, or if they were actually becoming better looking, but it was giving him flashbacks to his youth when he would drink to stomach bedding his earlier women.

The sisters continued to kiss, bite, suck, and fondle each other thoroughly, and now it was for certain that something unnatural was happening here. With each passive minute each of the girls grew curvier and sexier in their form, their faces becoming a great deal more beautiful and their breasts becoming larger and more prominent. Their asses went from cute but ordinary to very firm and plump, sticking out almost hypnotically as the hips also widened and thighs developed more of a pronounced gap. With each kiss and fondle their seductiveness intensified, and as they became more intoxicated by one another their passion started to become ever more incestuous. Soon one of the twins found herself pressed up against the wall with her leg wrapped around her sister’s shoulders as the other kneeled before her and began to eagerly lick and suck upon her labia and tease her clit. She licked and lapped every last bit of her sister’s swollen, sopping pussy as her sister thrust towards her face and gripped her hair, and in return she slid a hand upward to grope and massage her sizable, beautiful boobies one at a time. The two sisters became ever more aggressive with their love making, and soon they found themselves on the ground, tightly embracing one another as their fingers mutually worked one another’s hungry kitties, their lips locked together in a loving bond.

Soon each of the sisters began to moan deeply into one another, and in the same instant they each reached an intense climax, crying out as they made each other cum. The king was nearly blinded as this occured, the twins now so incomprehensibly beautiful and sexy that blood gushed from his nose and multiple orgasms escaped him in the same instant. The king could hardly think or breath as their seductive forms felt as if they were stealing his very sanity, and just as he began to fear for his very soul enough to feel as though surely he should look away he realized such a feat would be absolutely impossible. He was entirely hypnotized by their beauty, locked into a zombie-like gaze. The voice laughed and instructed the girls to cover up, and the moment they could no longer be seen the king snapped out of his trance. These were Jezza and Belle, the Twincest Sisters, and they had been on the fast track to overtaking their own kingdom until one of them came out with an awful case of the kissing curse. The hypnotic control of their kingdom broken, they fled to ensure they would not be beheaded for their crimes, but it was too late for one of them. In truth, they had once been triplets, but unfortunately the youngest didn’t make it. Fortunately, it was the one of them that was slightly less attractive, so they thought it best to trip her to ensure their escape. The third sister was flayed alive for her crimes, the kingdom’s women taking out their rage towards all three of the sisters on just the one, and by the sounds of her horrific screams the flaying had been the gentle part of the torturous execution.

As tempting as the sisters were, their betrayal of their own third left the king unsure if it was worth the risk, and so he looked upon the next door. There, in the third doorway, stood a small and shriveled old woman, her body shaking as if it could barely remain standing even with the assistance of her cane, her eyes glazed over so thoroughly it was unlikely she could even see. The king was immediately put off, ready to pass on the old woman immediately but once more instructed to wait. The old woman smirked confidently, her eyes gazing upon the king as if they were looking into his very soul, and as she raised her cane a mystic glow began to shroud her shriveled form. An unknown language began to fill the room from the glow in the old woman’s voice, speaking strange incantations and filling the chamber with magic. Soon the glow grew brighter and more intense, the chanting faster and louder, and just as the incantation seemed to reach its climax… the old woman collapsed, dead on the floor for an apparent heart attack.

Moving on to the right most door revealed a set of three children, little girls that looked like the cutest, most sweet and innocent little girls you could ever hope to meet, were it not for their complete lack of anything even resembling faces. These were known as the Blanks, and they were experiments of some sort of dark, ancient magic that had animated dolls by sacrificing the souls of actual children. Those child souls could be heard from beyond the faceless masks of the three girls, giggling ominously and singing deep within. Whenever one of the Blanks would speak, it would be in the voice of countless children echoing from within. They spoke of how they could take the form of any child with absolute perfection, and that they really enjoyed stabbing people and carving out their veins. Even now one of them was playing what looked like Cat’s Cradle with a set of disturbingly fresh veins, giggling maniacally the entire time. Even the voice mentioned how they made the rest of the Bhad-gei uncomfortable at times, and it was this that made the king shy away. As soon as the king began to pass, one of the Blanks and its thousands of voices screamed violently and ran at him, knife raised into the air out for blood, but it was promptly stopped by the voice and sent back to its room, head hanging in defeat.

At the next door stood a very strange figure. He was dressed in traditional fiend hunting attire, only it featured vibrant and eccentric patterns and colors. From beneath his wide brimmed hat was a poofy cloud of green hair, his face a liquid white and his lips overly painted in bright red, matching the large nose in the center of his face. He was introduced as Purgo the Vampire Killing Clown, and for every fang hung from his necklace there were ten vampires no longer prowling in the night, and he wore a lot of fangs. Truly, there was never a more efficient and brutal slayer of the vampire menace, and he only remained in the Bhad-gei because he was often too cruel in his methods. Some of the slayings were so horrific that even people who had lost family members to the slain vampire felt so sorry for it that they claimed Purgo to be the real monster. He also creeped people out because he was a clown, and so he remained in the darkest depths of the waterways and associated only with those equally rejected and feared by society. Everything about Purgo seemed quite promising to the king, but ultimately he felt it was best to pass on him. After all, he was hunting demons, and Purgo specialized in vampires.

Then, the final of the six doors. From this sixth doorway nobody had come into view, but the door did remain open to reveal only darkness within. As the king was about to ask, a very strange voice called him closer to the door. Hesitant, the king gingerly approached, and as he came far closer than he was comfortable with the darkness still remained complete and absolute, not a speck of light made it into the chamber. “‘Allo! ‘Ow’re yoo? Vee are tha Eggs Dozen, and vee would like to be helping yoo! Vill this be okei?” Just the sound of their overly friendly and optimistic voices made the king’s skin crawl and filled his spine with shivers. They beckoned him to come into the chamber, and with great hesitation and terror he did. What he saw inside made him want to scream, but the moment he looked upon the twelve of them he knew this was the right choice. The king would hire the Eggs Dozen at any price they requested, and he was confident this would solve his problems.

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Paradise Valley 6, Celebration

“Are we ready?” Nancy asked in excitement. Her guests were looking around at the wonderful morning developing around them. It was cool by the river. A mist crept through the woods on the hill, glittering in the morning sunlight. A ring appeared on the surface of the water where a fish pulled a fly down for it’s breakfast. Nancy pulled her dress up to her knees and waded into the water. She created waves which expanded in the calm water near the shore, until merging with the moderate current at the center of the river. Nancy noticed for the first time, as she looked up in excitement, that her family had grown dramatically. She smiled at each member of her new family, as she pulled her fish trap up and looked at two long flapping perch trapped inside.

“My god,” Nancy cried, running for the bank with her treasure.

“Oh, good catch,” Willow Bud clapped. “It’s so easy to feed yourself here. I don’t know why my people chose the dessert.”

“Every people do best in their own area,” Tall Elk said, examining the perch.

The perch were as long as a grown man’s forearm and even thicker. Silver Quail wadded out to get her trap and found a catfish and one silver trout stuffed against the bars of the trap. The catfish weighed at least 20 pounds. It was a great black and silver monster, glaring at her through the willow bars.

“The crayfish,” Nancy clapped in excitement. She ran back into the river, dropping her dress into the water in her excitement, as she waded out and pulled the stick. She caught up the crayfish trap as it floated to the surface. It was literally crawling with 50 to 100 crayfish. They made a dark, moving mass inside the trap. “Oh god, you take it,” she squealed, thrusting the trap at Rusty. She shivered and shook her hands in disgust. He took the trap with a chuckle. He pulled the willow cap off the short end and upended the mass of crawling crayfish into a basket.

Tall Elk and Silver Quail were pulling the struggling fish from the traps. The trout was simple, it was smaller. The monstrous catfish must have squeezed in after the trout. Silver Quail reset the fish traps in the reeds.

“We have nothing to put in this trap,” Nancy took the empty crayfish trap in disappointment.

“We will in a second,” White Fawn said, pulling her knife and scaling the fish. It took only a few minutes to dress the fish out and drop the filleted meat into a basket. The heads and guts went into the crayfish trap and Willow Bud staked it out in the water farther upstream.

“My god,” Nancy said in excitement. “Have you ever seen so much free food in your life?”

“We didn’t even have to pack it in,” Tall Elk agreed. “You realize, Nancy, that every day won’t be as profitable as this one. It’s easy the first time. There will be less fish from now on. Rusty and I will go out hunting later. A little venison will taste good right now.”

Silver Quail’s eyes went to her husband. Something about the tone of his voice alerted her. She studied his face for a second, then picked up a basket.

“Maybe I should go along,” she said in a quiet voice, “men are terrible at dressing out meat.”

“No, two will be enough,” he gave her a stony gaze which spoke volumes.

“I’m so glad Rusty brought in that milk cow. I love fresh milk and butter,” Nancy said. “I haven’t had milk since I was a little girl.”

“You know, Willow Bud and I found gooseberries yesterday. That means the first of the blackberries will be ripe too,” White Fawn said. “With butter we can make pie crust. We should look up in the hills for berries, in the sunny areas,” she looked toward the great stony hills at the south end of the valley.

“Look to the north,” Tall Elk said.

“Did you see some?” White Fawn asked.

“No, but it would be best to stay away from the southern portion of the valley for a few days,” his eyes went to his wife and he gave her another significant look.

“Exactly what I was going to suggest,” Silver Quail grabbed her daughter’s shoulder. “Look back here behind the farm,” she pointed to the north. “There’s such a beautiful mix of bushes and trees.”

“Oh, look,” Willow Bud gasped in excitement, pointing at the grass, “a small milk snake.”

“Are they good to eat?” White Fawn moved closer as Willow Bud picked it up and gently coiled it around her forearm.

“No, el pequeño,” Willow Bud whispered, “but I promise to show you what it is good for,” she giggled.

Tall Elk and Silver Quail exchanged amused glances. They had seen women in their tribe with pet snakes. Both the snake and the women were reported to be very happy with the arrangement.

Silver Quail combined Indian potatoes, wild asparagus, wild onions, mushrooms, rice, beans, and the pealed crayfish into a wonderful boiled stew. White Fawn gutted and filleted the perch, then salted them and hung them up to dry. The catfish and trout were baked for an incredible feast. Biscuits and sugar cookies were added, made from the recent supplies purchased in Ft. Kearney. It had been a unanimous decision to continue drinking chicory, rather than wasting precious money on expensive coffee. There was a difference, of course, but they liked the difference. Besides, there were several hundred free chicory plants displaying their purple blossoms on the hill behind the ranch.

At noon they moved the kitchen table out to the front porch and began loading it down with food. They ate until they nearly burst, then sat around telling stories. It was a happy day, a day of celebrations. Since the men had returned, there was more than enough food with what they had brought back with the first packhorses. By common standards they were rich. There was some discussion about making another run for more cattle, but Tall Elk and Rusty exchanged guilty looks. Silver Quail saw that look and knew immediately that their lives were about to change. The carefree life they had led would be exchanged for war paint.

“You may need a bow and arrows,” she said in a low voice.

“Can you make the arrows?” he asked. She nodded. “Nancy, we are having chicken tomorrow,” she said, taking up the axe.

“Whaaa? Chicken? Why?”

“I need the feathers.”

The rider appeared at the south end of the valley. He stopped and studied the ranch, before kicking his horse into a walk. He approached the happy people and stopped, ten feet from the front porch. His eyes went over the women in a familiar manner which had Rusty gritting his teeth. His eyes finally fell on Rusty and studied him closely, before moving on to Tall Elk.

“I’m the deputy United States Marshall out of Lincoln. I’m here to arrest you two,” he said, his snakelike eyes switching from one to the other.

“Then you’ve wasted your time,” Rusty said, sitting is metal cup and plate on the porch.

“I don’t think so. Didn’t you two murder Raul Perez?”

“No, we killed Raul Perez, if that’s his name, when he tried to kill us,” Rusty said, squinting at the deputy.

“I found his body. He was unarmed.”

“His knife was stuck in the wall where my friend was sleeping,” Rusty nodded toward Tall Elk. “You obviously spoke to the woman, or you wouldn’t have known where to find us. Since you did, you also know we are innocent. Since you came here anyway, it means you have been bought. Go back to your REAL boss and tell him it didn’t work.”

“Why doesn’t he speak for himself?” the deputy nodded toward Tall Elk, who simply sat glaring.

“He only speaks Spanish.”

The deputy started to reach for his pistol, but Rusty’s came out in a blur. The deputy paused, then snarled and pulled his pistol. Rusty’s shot cartwheeled him from the saddle. He was dead when he hit the ground. The horse started to turn and run, but Tall Elk leaped and caught up his reins, holding them until he settled down.

“Now what?” Nancy asked, looking from one man to the other.

“Dig a large hole, shoot the horse and drop them in,” Tall Elk said.

“What?” Rusty gasped. “Why the horse?”

“Because they can trace the horse back to us,” Nancy said in sudden understanding, stepping off the porch and petting the frightened chestnut. “Dishonest or not, it’s a crime to kill a deputy. Even if they believed you it would take a month of explanations and trials. Tall Elk’s right, dig a large hole back in the woods with the one-man scoop, shoot the horse and drop everything belonging to this man in the hole.”

“I’ve never shot a horse in my life,” Rusty shook his head. They chose a clearing in a grove of spruce trees at the north end of the valley. A one-man scoop is brutal to the man operating the scoop. At the first sign of clay, roots, or rocks, it pitches the operator over the handles and far, far away. Rusty was the only qualified operator. Tall Elk controlled the horse, while Rusty manned the handles on the dumpable scoop. He dug the scoop deep by lifting the handles and pushing the front edge into the dirt, and once the scoop was full he leveled it off and the horse pulled the scoop off to one side, where Rusty lifted the handles and dumped the scoop. At first glance the yellow sand was ideal for digging, but digging in the clearing revealed hundreds of large roots radiating out from the spruce in the grove. Tall Elk laughed the first time Rusty was thrown over the handles. But as Rusty’s face hit the dirt and grass, he jumped up with a look of rage in his eyes and his hand on the butt of his pistol. Tall Elk kept his laughter to himself. He even took his turn on the handles, and in the dirt. By afternoon they had a 20 foot deep hole big enough to act as the basement of a house. Tall Elk led the chestnut, with the deputy draped over the saddle, to the bottom of the hole and shot it. The echoes sounded abnormally loud in the quiet grove. They rolled boulders into the grave from the stone boat, then used the scoop to refill the hole. The stone boat smoothed over the sand when they were through. They threw the scoop on the stone boat and started for the ranch.

“Hold up,” Tall Elk stopped Rusty before they left the secluded clearing. “My hackles are rising again. Somebody is nearby.”

“By god, Tall Elk, we’ve got to take this war to them. We can’t keep dodging them like this. Let’s wound the guy and see where he goes. I guarantee it will be the 3L.”

Tall Elk nodded and faded away into the grove of spruce. Rusty checked his pistol and waited. It was better to leave the Indianing to an Indian.

The shot echoed off the hills. Rusty drew his gun and swung from side to side, looking for a target. In a moment he saw a horse running below him on the sandy road. He watched, motionless before sliding his pistol back into the holster. The man had a bloody leg. He would make it to 3L all right and since he needed help immediately, he would not hide out in the woods for a few days before returning to his headquarters. Rusty mounted the plow horse and kicked it into a slow gallop. He came racing into the ranch yard with dust billowing up behind him from the stone boat. Tall Elk appeared from around the corner. They saddled their horses, grabbed their muskets and power horns, and rode off without a word. It was seven miles to the end of the valley. They rode the first five miles uneventfully.

“Hold up,” Tall Elk said, pulling his horse to a halt. He glanced at the yellow sand then looked around the brush and trees for a potential enemy.

“He stopped here and tied something around his wound. He’s close,” Tall Elk studied the landscape again. A telltale plume of dust at the far end of the valley showed them where the would-be ambusher had gone. Tall Elk took the time to slide his musket into the straps which held it to the saddle. Rusty slid his own musket into the boot and checked his pistol. Tall Elk reloaded his empty chambers while they silently watched the dust disappear over the hill.

“It’s a good weapon,” Tall Elk said, sliding his pistol into the holster.

“I hear Colt made a revolving rifle too, but I also heard that one misfired and all six chambers went off at once, blowing a man’s hand off. I’d prefer his pistol,” Rusty smiled.

“Now,” Tall Elk kicked his horse into motion.

“So what is the snake for?” White Fawn asked as Willow Bud placed it into a covered basket.

“When the time is right, I will show you,” Willow Bud said in excitement.

“Why not now? Daddy won’t be back for hours, and Nancy is showing mom how to milk the cow.”

“Ok,” Willow Bud smiled. She began taking off her clothes. White Fawn hurried to take her own off. They immediately compared bodies as they sat naked on her parent’s bed. Willow Bud was slender with the traditional large nipples and dark areolas. Her pubic hair was black and shinny, consisting of a small neat patch above her pussy in the shape of a hand. Her dark face was small and delicate, as most young Indian women were at her age. Indian women aged quickly as they grew older. At the moment Willow Bud was at her prime.

White Fawn was named due to her light complexion. Her Indian heritage was obvious in the lines of her face, but her white heritage had formed tiny doll-like features which would last for decades. Her feet were so tiny that each would fit inside of a normal hand. As she sat throwing her hair behind her shoulder, her proud chest showed the light, delicate features of her Norwegian heritage. She had small, almost invisible nipples on grapefruit like breasts. Both girls were absolutely perfect, in their own ways. Both appreciated the assets of the other.

“Let’s get each other wet first,” Willow Bus smiled, advancing on White Fawn and pushing her back on the bed. “We are supposed to use milk, which is why I wanted to wait, but we can go without it.”

“There’s cream,” White Fawn perked up.

“Get it, we can do both. They like heat and milk.” When White Fawn returned with the cream pitcher, Willow Bud set it aside had her lay on the bed. She fell between her legs with a giggle and a smile. She kissed White Fawn’s inner thigh gently, then kissed her way up the inside of both thighs until she reached her delicate pussy.

“It’s really very beautiful,” Willow Bud said, petting White Fawn’s pussy and pubic hair.

“So is yours,” White Fawn smiled. She watched as Willow Bud lowered her face again and kissed, just inside the leg, next to her pussy. White Fawn tensed up, an urgent look appeared in her eyes. She waited breathlessly as Willow Bud moved to the other side and kissed that crease between the body and leg. White Fawn hissed with pent-up passion. Part of her wanted to hurry Willow Bud by thrusting her pussy into her willing mouth. The other half waited, knowing the first tendrils of pleasure would be stronger. With a smile, Willow Bud opened her mouth and clamped it over White Fawn’s sweet pussy. As she sucked viscously, her tongue snaked inside of White Fawn’s delicate pussy lips and flickered inside. White Fawn made a chocking sound and withered on the bed. With her legs open wide, she pulled Willow Bud between her legs and thrust her pussy into her hot mouth.

Willow Bud held White Fawn’s legs wide open with her hands on her inner thighs. Her tongue flickered and searched the sweet warm flesh between White Fawn’s shuddering legs. Juices began pouring out of her tiny pussy, filling Willow Bud’s eager mouth and being swallowed frequently by her shapely throat. Suddenly, Willow Bud pulled away from White Fawn’s pussy and sat up.

“Lay on your back and raise your pussy,” Willow Bud commanded.

“But . . . I thought . . . ”

“Hurry and do what I told you. Time is growing short.” She helped White Fawn get into place, then took the cream picture and began pouring part of it’s contents into White Fawn’s pussy. White Fawn gasped, with eyes wide. She started to push Willow Bud’s hand away, but Willow Bud was done.

“You can put your pussy down, but don’t let any cream escape,” Willow Bud demanded. White Fawn nodded, tightening the muscles of her ass and pussy. It wasn’t easy to hold the cream inside herself.

Willow Bud quickly leaned back and poured the rest of the cream inside her womanhood. She dropped the pitcher on the floor and took up the basket with the snake inside. White Fawn’s eyes widened as Willow Bud drew the snake from the basket with a smile. Willow Bud held the snake in front of her own pussy, and the snake instantly disappeared inside her pussy, with a twisting blur of it’s body.

“Oh yes,” Willow Bud grunted. A very distorted, twisted look crossed her face. She shuddered and motioned for White Fawn to move closer. When she was close enough she lifted one leg and threw it across White Fawn’s, then slid her pussy tightly against White Fawn’s delicate pussy lips. As their lips touched White Fawn’s eyes lit in understanding. She began shuddering, waiting for that first contact. Willow Bud’s twisted face neared her own and they kissed passionately, almost brutally. White Fawn felt a movement against her pussy. She froze in fear, her eyes widening as she looked into Willow Bud’s blurred eyes. Suddenly the snake found her entrance and slid inside her. She gasped and clutched Willow Bud as the snake quickly filled her pussy and womb. It twisted and turned so quickly that she only felt the snake after it had moved to a different location. It seemed to be twisting and turning as it grew larger inside her. Was it dying? Would the snake die inside her and remain there forever?

“Oh, achee,” she whispered as the fire spread from her loins to the rest of her body. “Estoy muriendo,” White Fawn whimpered in horror.

“You are not dying,” Willow Bud giggled. “Relax and enjoy it, it will be very strong,” she said, hugging the naked girl before her. Her lips touched White Fawn’s gently as her pussy firmly rocked against White Fawn’s. The added stimulus horrified White Fawn. She clutched Willow Bud convulsively. Suddenly, horribly, she was empty. The snake had returned to Willow Bud. Willow Bud rocked faster, her pussy melting against White Fawn’s. White Fawn clutched the warm naked girl and kissed her passionately. She desperately wanted the snake to return to her pussy and finish her. She rocked faster, with her pussy sliding over Willow Bud’s moist flesh. Her pussy felt so hot against White Fawn’s. The juices and milk were dripping from their youthful pussies, and saturating the bed. The snake reveled in the delicious moisture it found inside these sweet young girls. It twisted and turned as it churned and drank both milk and juices, filling it’s abdomen and growing larger, as it feasted.

“Oh my god,” Willow Bud gurgled, her face turning purple. She rocked faster, brutally smashing her sex against White Fawn’s. She twisted and turned like the snake, then fell back on the bed with her hands clutching the blankets. She pressed her mound toward White Fawn, while here wide eyes looked at the white skinned girl in horror.

“It’s going to be big,” Willow Bud grunted, twisting faster. “Very big,” her face twisted in a mask of horror. “Aaaaeeeee, “she squealed, stiffening with her pussy against White Fawn’s. White Fawn used this convenient pussy to rub herself toward a massive orgasm. Suddenly the snake was outside, coiling on the bed. White Fawn grabbed it and tried to slide it into her pussy, but the snake refused.

Willow Bud was laying on her side, crying gently into the blankets. White Fawn’s eyes went to the smooth portion of Willow Bud’s hip in front of her. She threw one leg over Willow Bud and lowered her wet pussy until it opened against Willow Bud’s soft hip. Without delay, she began sliding forward and back on the beautiful, exhausted girl’s unresisting body. It took only a moment for her abused, super heated pussy to explode. Willow Bud pushed her over on the bed and sealed her mouth over White Fawn’s pussy, licking gently as she jerked and convulsed. Slowly she eased her movements, allowing White Fawn to return to the real world again. White Fawn lay whimpering, gasping for breath, as Willow Bud lay with her mouth sealed over White Fawn’s delicate pussy. It was a brutal shock when Willow Bud released White Fawn’s pussy and sat up, smiling. She leaned off the bed and searched for her snake. They found it laying beneath the bed, probably as exhausted as the girls. It was willing to return to the covered basket for some much needed rest.

“Wasn’t that fun?” Willow Bud asked joyously. White Fawn sat shaking her head.

Tall Elk and Rusty rode out of the north end of the valley and found the 3L Ranch on the open grasslands below. No more than 300 cattle surrounded the house. The ranch was composed of one unpainted house, two outbuildings, probably a granary and a bunkhouse, a barn, a single toilet, and a corral. It was a sorry outfit in any part of the country.

“There he goes,” Rusty pointed as the horse passed the corral and slid to a halt before the house. Several men came out and lowered the man, then carried him inside the house. A lone man took the horse and returned it to the corral. He stopped and searched the hills, before going back into the house.

“Now we know for sure,” Tall Elk said, taking a seat in the grass. They were far from the house and screened from view by a stand of bushes and trees. Tall Elk noted absently, that White Fawn’s blackberries grew abundantly on the side of the sunny, grass-covered hill. He stood and picked a handful, before throwing them into his mouth.

“What now?” Rusty asked.

Tall Elk looked around and found something interesting. If this end of the valley were blocked off, the valley would fill with water within a year, creating a great lake. The new lake would border 3L’s land, while wiping out most of Nancy’s. Very convenient.

“You know,” Rusty said, taking up a blade of grass and chewing it thoughtfully, “that the black stuff this man detests is what they make kerosene from. If he holds onto it he may become rich.”

“He has the same problem as Nancy,” Tall Elk said, clearing an area for a fire. He wanted coffee. “His cattle are dying off and he can’t hold the land without cattle. He’s too damned lazy to drill wells, so he wants the river. Until now it was easy to steal Nancy’s cattle and maintain his own dying herd,” Talk Elk said with a smile crinkling his eyes.

“Hey,” Rusty objected. “Nancy was afraid to let me track them. She thought they might kill me.”

“She’s probably right,” Tall Elk nodded toward the ranch. The ranch house was belching angry men.

“Now what?” Rusty was perturbed.

“Now I hold them where they are, while you ride around the ranch so they can’t sneak away. We will starve them into submission,” Tall Elk said, climbing to his feet and dusting off his pants. He pulled the rifled musket from the saddle and lifted the barrel. The rifle leaped in his hands and a chunk of fence post exploded beneath one man’s hand. He howled and shook his hand, while the others dove into the shit, mud, and dirt for shelter. By the way the man held his hand, Tall Elk knew it was full of splinters.

“Looks like fun,” Rusty said with a smile. He leaped to his saddle and pulled the nose of his horse around.

“Don’t kill unless you have too. We don’t want to bring Nancy too much grief. Besides, once you blow a man apart, it’s hard to put him back together again if you change your mind. Watch them closest after dark,” Tall Elk gave an additional warning as he reloaded the musket. “First they will investigate to see if you’re there, then they will swarm up the hill and kill you,” he said, shoving the ramrod back into it’s holder. “But they won’t do it until dark, so you can relax until then. They won’t want to draw attention to the south side of the ranch until they are ready to escape.”

“I will be careful,” Rusty smiled, kicking his horse into action. As Rusty disappeared back into the valley, Tall Elk was distracted by the sound of sheep. He started the coffee and watched as the sheep, a white dog, and one old Mexican appeared on the side of the hill. It wasn’t long before the sheep were on the outskirts of Tall Elk’s camp.

“Come and sit,” Tall Elk waved.

“I heard shooting,” the old man looked at the ranch suspiciously.

“Me too,” Tall Elk smiled. “Are you from the ranch?” Tall Elk nodded toward 3L.

“I need no ranch. I have a tent, a little food, and some cooking pots. When I move I pack everything onto my sheep and walk away. That is life. But I don’t have to tell you that. You are obviously an Indian.”

“Sioux,” Tall Elk nodded, while shaving chicory into the boiling water. “Now I work for a white lady on the Lazy N. Don’t you get lonely, old man?”

“During my first 20 years, when I was young, I got melancholy at times. I would seek out companionship and it always wound up getting me into trouble, sometimes for being a sheep herder, sometimes for being Mexican. Now I am content, I have my friends,” the old man waved his hand at the sheep.

“Do your friends keep you warm at night?” Tall Elk smiled.

“They do,” he nodded with a smile in his eyes. “If you can get used to the smell.”

“Do you fuck your sheep?” Tall Elk asked suspiciously.

“No,” the old man snorted. “Not since I was a young buck. No, I keep a favorite lamb, that’s enough for me.”

“What does your lamb do?” Tall Elk handed Rusty’s cup to the old man. The old man held up his hand for Tall Elk to retain the cup.

“Jamie,” the old man called, patting his leg. His pants were made from a combination of cloth and what looked like wolf skin. He unbuttoned the wolf skin and threw the flap back. Tall Elk was ashamed to see the old man’s penis laying between his legs. The lamb ran forward, nuzzled against the old man’s abdomen for a moment, then began eagerly sucking on his penis.

“If the white people only knew what their tasty lambs had been eating,” he smiled, taking the coffee from Tall Elk’s lifeless fingers. Tall Elk was both revolted and amazed by what he was seeing. He took a quick look at the ranch, then sat down to watch the lamb suck the old man’s cock.

“Does it hurt?” Tall Elk nodded toward the lamb.

“No, not at all. A lamb has the softest mouth of any animal, even a woman. Would you like to try it?” the old man asked.

“Maybe when you are finished,” Tall Elk said uncomfortably.

“I have another lamb,” the old man turned, facing his flock. “They grow up so fast, it’s convenient to train many. Angelo,” he called. A second lamb ran forward, it’s small tail flashing behind it. It stumbled against the old man’s leg. The old man pushed it away and looked at Tall Elk. “Call it,” he said eagerly.

“An . . . Angelo,” Tall Elk said uncertainly. The lamb turned toward the unfamiliar voice. It took a few stumbling steps and stood looking at Tall Elk uncertainly. “Angelo,” Tall Elk patted his leg. The lamb ran over to him, sniffing his face eagerly.

“Give him your penis quickly, or he will lose interest,” the old man said. He was obviously enjoying his blowjob very much. He leaned back on one arm, breathing faster as his face turned red. He petted the soft lamb’s head, as it sucked greedily. The old man had grown to an incredible size, but the lamb managed to get his entire penis in his mouth. There was white foam at the corners of the lamb’s mouth. It was happy and eager as it sucked the old man’s cock relentlessly.

“Will he bite?” Tall Elk asked as he pushed down his pants.

“No, of course not. If a lamb was stupid enough to bite, he would die of starvation. Sheep would never allow such nonsense. Some try to bunt if the milk does not flow fast enough, and of course ours does not. I keep an eye out and never use such lambs. These are the gentlest and the best, believe me.”

Before Tall Elk could decide to go through with it, the lamb forced it’s way between Tall Elk’s closed legs and sucked his penis into it’s mouth. With it’s nose firmly pressed against Tall Elk’s abdomen, the lamb began sucking contentedly. Tall Elk felt the suction right down to the roots of his cock, but it was in no way uncomfortable.

“You will grow,” the old man smiled. His face was covered with sweat.

“I am now,” Tall Elk nodded.

“No, the suction will make you bigger,” the old man said, pushing the lamb aside. He had a huge, throbbing penis almost as big as Tall Elk’s forearm.

“My god,” Tall Elk whispered in awe.

“It’s the suction. It makes you a little bigger each time. Have you ever seen a calf suck on a young cow’s tits, making them huge over the years?”

“I don’t have much to do with cows,” Tall Elk said, gritting his teeth against the pleasure. Fire was spreading from the head of his cock to his ass. He felt the ass muscles clenching in time with the lamb’s sucking lips. He was sure he could feel his juices being sucked from the end of his cock. It was the most exciting thing he had ever felt. Wait until he told Silver Quail.

“You will grow big enough to please a horse,” the old man smiled. He suddenly closed his eyes and rested with his face turned toward the sky. He rested on both arms, moving his crotch slightly to meet the eager lamb’s sucking mouth. It was making loud noises as is sucked and smacked. The old man grew more anxious. He twisted and turned his body, digging his heels into the grass. The lamb desperately followed his huge cock with an eager mouth. With a grunt the old man fell back to the grass and waited. He moaned again, like a low cry, and the lamb suddenly changed the way it was drinking. It was obvious that it was getting what it wanted. As it sucked the hot cream from the man’s penis, the old man shuddered in silence. Several minutes passed before the old man reluctantly shoved the lamb aside.

The lamb was using enormous force on Tall Elk’s cock, but the silken flesh of it’s mouth and tongue soothed his heated manhood. He could feel pleasure clear down to the bottom of his toes. There was no doubt now, the lamb was sucking his lubricants from the end of Tall Elk’s cock. At times it drew back and only sucked the head in order to get more lubricant, but only for a moment. Soon it’s nose would be tightly pressed against Tall Elk’s abdomen again.

“This is undescribable,” Tall Elk whispered. The old Mexican simply cackled with laughter, relaxing on the grass from across the fire. He leaned forward and refilled Rusty’s cup, sipping gently as he watched the rambunctious lamb suck Tall Elk’s cock. Tall Elk rolled his lower body back and forth, as if to escape the eager lamb’s working mouth. But he didn’t want to escape it. That was the last thing he wanted. The fire was building in his loins to an intolerable level. The familiar liquid fire which always preceded a massive orgasm. Tall Elk knew this was going to be a big one. The biggest of his life. The fire built even greater, then the whole world seemed to stand still. Tall Elk’s eyes widened as he waited, suddenly his cock began pulsing, pumping sweet cum into the lamb’s hot mouth. The lamb loved the sweetness and began drinking eagerly. Spurt after spurt of cum filled it’s mouth, then began slowing. It sucked harder to pull the last drops of sperm from Tall Elk’s balls, before Tall Elk quickly pushed it away. The lamb rushed back between his legs and sucked again. Tall Elk gasped, nearly screaming in pain and pleasure. He pushed the lamb aside again and jerked up his pants.

“He’s persistent,” the old man chuckled. “I have to look out for him while I take a piss. That lamb has raped me before.”

“That’s the most wonderful thing I have ever felt,” Tall Elk said in awe.

“See why my job is no hardship?” the old man finished is coffee.

“I do,” Tall Elk nodded. “I certainly do. Hey old man, do you own the land up there?” Tall Elk pointed toward the high pastures.

“Own? No, I own only my sheep, and they go where they will. The government owns this land, I just borrow it.”

“Have you considered moving farther south?” Tall Elk smiled. “You could homestead and nobody could ever move you.”

“For a good, woman-cooked meal once in a while, I could gaze my sheep closer to the Lazy N and keep a lamb handy,” the old man laughed knowingly.

Rusty rode slowly, surveying the grassy hill above and below him. He was half way up the hill in a narrow cut valley. Trees offered some shade, the valley offered an escape route if he needed it. It was an ideal camping area and a good place to make coffee. Belatedly, he realized that his cup no longer hung from his saddle. He had left it at Tall Elk’s camp. After taking a long look at the ranch below, to map out the most likely attack routes, he returned to his horse and rode into the shadowed valley. There was a small stream coming from the valley. The water made it’s way between and around boulders the size of houses.

Rusty rode along a gravel bank into the cut until he heard a sound. He paused and loosened the pistol in it’s holster. Riding with his hand on his leg for a quick draw, he passed a huge bolder and found himself looking at naked white flesh. It took him a moment to realize that he was looking at a naked, skinny ass and a pair of kicking feet. It looked like a young boy searching for something on the bottom of a clear pool. A head appeared and a face snorted. A pair of slender hands wiped water out of a very feminine face. The young girl had only the barest trace of breasts, with large, puffy nipples. Rusty felt his cock grow hard immediately. His breath came faster as he stared at those tiny, perfect breasts and inviting nipples. He had never seen anything so sexy in his entire life.

The girl wiped her face again and looked around. Both she and Rusty froze as she noticed him for the first time. “What the hell are you looking at?” she demanded.

“A god awful beauty,” Rusty said breathlessly. The girl seemed confused for a moment, then smiled and looked down. When she looked up again there was a serious expression on her face. “If my daddy catches you here, he will kill you,” the girl said, shaking back her wet hair.

“Who is your daddy?” Rusty smiled.

“Paul Stanley. Of course he’s been heeled lately, somebody took his guns. All he has is a big ole knife and a sore chest. You could probably take him if you’re a good shot.”

“Somebody took his guns? Hey, where does your daddy work?”

“The 3L,” she nodded toward the ranch. She mistook his horrified look for fear. She shrugged and returned to her swim. He tied off his horse and took a seat on a rock. It was obvious, as that shapely ass reappeared, that it belonged to a girl. A perfectly shaped hairless pussy gleamed in the sunlight as she searched the bottom again. She reappeared, snorting, and wiping the water from her face. She gave him a disgusted look.

“Are you still here?” she demanded.

“Of course I’m still here. I will be here until tomorrow.”

“Really,” she smiled. “You are not afraid that my daddy will kill you.”

“No, I’m afraid I will have to kill your daddy,” Rusty said, staring at her amazing chest.

“I wish you would,” she said in disgust. “That son of a bitch has a cock the size of a horse,” she said, wiping the water from her eyes.

“You mean he fucks his own daughter?” Rusty was amazed.

“Every fucking night,” she snorted. “I… I like it sometimes,” she admitted shyly. “But not every night. Actually it hasn’t been too bad since the wagon load of explosives came in. They have to take turns guarding it, and he’s hardly ever home. He’s tried to get me over to his fire a couple of times, but I pretend I can’t hear him.”

“Where’s his fire?” Rusty asked casually.

“West of the ranch, in a grove of trees,” she said with complete unconcern. Rusty’s eyes went in that direction as his mind worked rapidly.

“Hey, what the hell are you looking for?” Rusty asked as she prepared to dive again. Her distrusting eyes studied his face for a moment, then she smiled.

“Gold,” she said in a whisper.

“Gold? There’s no gold in Nebraska.”

“You promise to keep my secret?” she asked with childlike seriousness.

“Of course, but I can tell you, there is no gold here.”

“Wrong,” she said, taking up a piece of cloth and handing him a shiny nugget. He looked at it in disdain, then looked closer. It appeared to be a huge gold nugget. He bit the nugget and it squashed beneath his teeth.

“My god in heaven,” Rusty said in awe.

“I told you so,” she said proudly.

“But you have to file a claim. Otherwise somebody can take it.”

“If I file, others will come. As long as I keep it secret, it’s all mine.”

“Then stake your claim in secret, but don’t file. That will hold up in most courts. Put in short stakes and hide your script in a hollow tree or something. Does Simon Hearn claim this land?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, stepping closer. He could smell the aroma of teenage girl on her body. It was very alluring. Nothing smelled better than wet girl. “You won’t tell, will you cowboy?”

“Me? Hell no,” Rusty laughed. He froze as her hands went around his neck. She was still wet, but for some reason, he didn’t mind. Fearing a trick, his hand went down and pulled the strap over the hammer of his pistol. She might still get it, if she tried, but she would have to struggle.

“I could do things for you?” she gently stroked his face.

“And I wish you would, but it’s not necessary. Your secret is safe with me. I should tell you though, that black stuff which the major is cursing, is probably more valuable than the gold.”

“Smith told him that,” she said, sitting on his dirty jeans, “but he doesn’t listen. He’s only worried about his cattle. Hey, you stink,” she said wrinkling her nose. “You should help me look for gold while you bathe. You can keep part of it.”

“I’d love too, but I’m man hunting, not girl hunting. I need to keep an eye on the ranch.”

“I know just the place,” she said in sudden excitement. “But wash first. I want a good fuck, and you’re closer to my own age than my daddy. I think you might be a good fuck, “she turned her head and gave him a coy smile.

His eyes went over her tiny, skinny body. Her white skin was sprinkled with freckles. She had just the barest touch of pubic hair. He could just imagine that partially hidden, hairless pussy stretching round his manhood. Her breasts were also enticing. Her lips were small and boyish, the least inviting thing on her body. She had cut her hair to less than shoulder length, but still longer than a man’s. All in all, she would grow up to be a great beauty.

“Lord help me,” Rusty whispered.

“No siree,” she said, climbing to her feet. “One man at a time.”

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This is a VERY mild story about two women who work as section heads in the same office and attend a Super Bowl weekend business retreat together.

Demkian is back and ready for fun.

Author’s Note- Sorry I haven’t added(or written) anything in awhile guys, I’ve been very busy, but I’ll will try and pick up the pace.
*WARNING* This is the goriest chapter up to date, its really violent and fucked up, if you don’t like these things, skip Demkian’s POV that says WARNING next to it. I don’t condone any of these things that happen here, so don’t fucking do it!! This is Chapter 7 to the Damien Skylar series, and if you haven’t read 1-6, I suggest you do so.

*Demkian’s POV*

Finally, my simple weak side is no more, I don’t have to deal with him anymore. Finally, I get to serve my purpose for Father. “The girl is in my chambers, we will have to wait until the full moon to perform the sacrifice, the girl’s soul will be stuck on the other side, when the time comes I will pull out to dagger, and the same time you must penetrate her. You will enjoy taking her, raping her, hurt her as much as you want, just don’t kill her until you cum, then her soul will be sent to Demogorgon, and he shall finally be free, to rule this world, and so my son, shall we.”

” Humans will be here for our food and pleasure, and to sire our children, nothing more.” Kerberos claps me on my back. “We have three days until the full moon, and you haven’t been…yourself, in quite a long time, go and enjoy the night my son, get your fill.” I smile at Father, this is going to be interesting.

“Valerie’s POV*

[Three days, we have three days. We need a plan, we know where they are, and we know where the alter is, but it’s most likely going to be guarded, if we’re lucky he might think you are still his loyal pet and ask you to be one of them, if not, we’re going to need to infiltrate, and we don’t have any weapons.] Shelley whispers in my mind. “I know how to get weapons, Selene is…was a Daemon hunter, she should have a stock somewhere, I know where she lives so no worry there. but its going to be just me…I wish you were here.” I feel tears well in my eyes, but what feels like a hand brushes my cheek. [Its ok baby, it won’t just be you, with you amplifying my powers along with yours, you have your Daemon strength and I can make their heads explode…if they’re close enough.]

I sigh, Shelly found out soon after entering my head that not only can she now read minds clearly, she can make their brain practically explode. We found out in an unfortunate accident with a guy who was walking down the street was thinking inappropriate things about a little girl and his head just blew off his shoulders.

[We can do this, we’ll just have to plan carefully and scout out the alter. We have three days, we need to prepare. We can base here at my apartment, there aren’t many weapons here, tonight we can break into Selene’s and stock pile as much as we can load into the truck, and then do some searching around, maybe make a few minions who can scout for us.]

“I guess we have a plan then, lets just pray to God this works.”

*Kerberos’ POV*
Its going to happen, Demogorgon will be set free, and I will be rewarded graciously, my plans finally coming to fruition, yes! I will have it all finally, I can make her come back…Aikatherine…Charlotte…they came from the same blood, diluted as it may of been, but they were similar, I will bring them both back, but it won’t be them, they will be much easier to control, but it will be them, the only women I ever cared for, they will be back, they will serve me, they will get on their knees at my command, they will worship me.

Demkian’s purpose shall soon be finished, and then I will need him no longer, I will not kill him…he must remain, to be the connection to Demogorgon’s world, as long as he doesn’t die, or Damien doesn’t return, all will be well, we will have to keep him safe…locked away forever. Soon the life I’ve wanted for so long will be mine. Soon, I will have it all.
Soon, soon, soon. HAHAHAHAHA!

*Demkian’s POV* [WARNING: FUCKING GORY]

I drain my glass, I’ve missed alcohol, especially with blood mixed in.

An hour ago I came into this club and made it my own. Blocked the exits with my power so no one could escape. The patrons strung up to the ceiling, some alive some dead, bleeding our for my amusement and drink, the strippers dancing for their lives, other’s serving me drinks. Some of my guests on the ceiling are writhing as their blood leaks onto the floor.

Its a glorious place, music with a pulsing beat, sexy women, blood everywhere, and as much humiliation as I can cause.

I sit naked, covered in blood, in a nice dark corner, a woman, whose frantic heartbeat I can feel on my chest, dances in my lap as I bark another order for a drink. The blonde one serving me scuttles off, filling a glass with beer and blood.

The brunette behind me rubs my shoulders, pressing her luscious tits against my back. The girl on my lap, a red head, gasps as she feels my cock press against panty clad pussy. “That’s right slut, you want that?” She looks at me fearfully and my cock pulses harder. I push her off me roughly, and she lands her back on the floor.

“Don’t get up, take off your panties and show me your pussy.” Her already naked tits jiggle as she sits up slightly to pull her panties down her legs. “Slower bitch.” As she gets them off, I kick at her legs to spread them apart. “Hmm, I can’t seem to get a good view, lift your legs and spread them wide.” As she does, like the good slut she is, she also reaches down and spreads her pink puffy lips open to expose all of herself to me. “Now…touch yourself.” I say, slowly stroking my cock. “Wh-what?” She stammers and I glare at her, my eyes glowing blood-red. “Masturbate you fucking bitch or I’ll rip your fucking pussy out.” She starts crying but her fingers start dancing around her clit.

As the blonde comes back with my drink, the red head is already coming, soaking the wooden floor with her juices. As she hands me my heady cocktail I grab her wrist. “Why don’t you get down there and lick up her juices, she’s making a mess.” She whimpers and I turn her around and pull off her panties, and push her down to the floor. She lowers her head slowly, and starts lapping up the liquid hungrily. “That’s a good girl.”

My cock feels like it wants to explode, I turn to the brunette behind me and pull her down, she kneels on the seat next to me, without giving an order, I grasp the back of her head roughly, and forcibly shove her mouth onto my cock. She chokes and splutters but I play no attention and I make her bob up and down on my cock. Her tongue wriggles on my dick, and her mouth opens wider as she tries to suck in some air, but I force her down farther and cut of any oxygen she could of gotten.

I ram my dick down her throat as I watch the blonde and red head, now making out, in front of me. The blonde is on top, fingering the red head deeply as she moans and wriggles beneath her. She kisses the red head, pushing her tongue into the blonde’s mouth as she grinds against the expert fingers inside of her. I notice the brunette isn’t struggling as I ram my dick in and out her throat, but I’m barely paying attention to her.

I feel a load about to explode, I haven’t gotten to cum in decades and I feel this is going to be a huge one. I still the brunette’s mouth on my cock as I cum, shooting jet after jet into her mouth, I bring her up and look at her face. Her mouth is hung open, her jaw broken from my forcible blow job, my cum frothing out her mouth and nose along with a stream of blood, her eyes stare at me blankly, their light gone, and I smile at her, and let her drop to the floor.

The blonde and brunette stop what they’re doing and look at her and then let out a scream. I laugh loudly at the both of them, as the try to stand and run, but with a wave of my hand they are forced back down.

“Come here and clean me up, and maybe I’ll let you live.” They crawl to me slowly, whimpering and crying. begging for their lives, as they come to a rest in front of me. The blonde take my cock into her hand and leans forward, glancing the dead girl for a second then immediately back, fresh tears filling her eyes, as she slowing drags her tongue up my cock. The red head follows suit, and soon both girls are lavishly cleaning my cock of all the cum the dead one couldn’t hold.

Soon they nestle my cock between both pairs of tits, rubbing up and down, licking the head and kissing each other. As I shoot another load onto their breasts and faces I give another order. “Blondie, lie down over there,” I point away from our little booth and to the area near the bar where a bunch of dead patrons and strung up. “and lay down in the pool of blood, and you Red, lie on top of her, put your pussies together for me.” They start to cry harder as I walk them over and make them lie in the thick pool of still hot sticky blood.

The picture is perfect, artist perfection. The sexy women with DD tits pressed together, their pussies against each other, laying in blood and crying. I smile as I kneel down behind them, lining up my cock and slipping it between them, their soft, wet pussy lips encasing my cock all around. I grab Red by her hips and start thrusting, the girls start moaning as I hit their clits. I grind my dick against them and it feels amazing.

I grab Red by her hair and pull her up slightly. “Blondie, start sucking her tits.” Blondie takes one glorious perky nipple into her mouth and starts licking, nipping and sucking as she fondles the other one. Red moans and bucks, I feel them both getting wetter.

Suddenly I roll Red of Blondie, and I tell both of them to get on their hands and knees. I press their hips together, so they are right next to each other. “Kiss each other.” Red kisses Blondie deeply and I see that their just dripping juices. I line up my cock with Red’s pussy and plunge in, making her scream in Blondie’s mouth, but they don’t stop kissing. I slap Blondie’s ass then dive 2 fingers into her pussy.

I thrust my cock/fingers into Red/Blondie’s pussy. Soon both girls are moaning like mad and pressing back into me, trying to get me deeper. I pound into both their pussies as hard as I can, I slip a third finger into Blondie, then a fourth, soon my fist is inside her, and she’s bucking and moaning like wild, all the while never breaking her kiss with Red.

My other hand it tangled in Red’s hair, pulling her back so I can go even deeper, I feel her cervix open up around my cockhead and I plunge into her womb. She’s so tight on my cock if feels like I’m about to burst…but not quite, I need something first.

I feel Blondie start to squirt as she cums around my arm, at this time, most of my forearm is jammed inside her, up into her womb. Perfect.

I open my hand, extending my claws, and poke the through her womb, shoving the fingers through. She starts screaming into Red’s mouth, but I’m guess Red thinks its of bliss not pain. I hook my fingers around her womb, grabbing it, and I start to tug, her screams get louder and Red kisses her deeper. I feel her womb rip and I start pulling it, Blondie stops kissing Red and starts coughing up blood, Red looks back and sees blood pouring from her friends cunt and she starts to scream and thrash, but I keep a steady grip on her.

As I rip out Blondie’s womb, Blondie slumps forward, as I yank the last bit out, I know Blondie is dead, and so does Red and she screams and cries for her friend. I bring Blondie’s womb up to Red for her to see. “Isn’t it beautiful, well, isn’t it?” I ask her, she looks at me terrified and screams louder. I grunt as her scream hurts my ears and I shove Blondie’s womb into Red’s mouth, effectively shutting her up. I push her down to where her face in the blood and start fucking her hard from behind. Ramming my cock into her sweet cunt as hard as I can as she screams and cries and gags on Blondie.

As I cum, I rake my nails down her spine, severing her spinal cord, and she slips off my dick, as cum shoots from my dick onto her back and hair. I see my cum pooling from her pussy and mixing with blood on the floor. I stand up and smile, just one more girl to go.

The reason why I picked this place is because I felt a clean soul in here. The girl in question is the one I’m sauntering over to now. She was her trying to get her father away from the bar to come home. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I wanted to defile her, to make the memory of my first night as me memorable, and to have the fun that I missed for decades.

She was dressed in a white dress and matching panty and bra set, until I took it off. Now she lies tied to a table naked. There is a gun(which on of the patrons tried to shoot me with…idiot) laying next to her head. I smile, this will be interesting.

“Please…let me go, I won’t tell anyone..please.” I caress her face and I feel her tears on my fingers. “Dear lady, there is no escape, I’m going take you.” She struggles fiercely, I’ll give her that, she’s got courage. “No please, I’m a virgin…” “A Virgin,” I cut her off “Even better.” I say as I climb on top of her writhing pussy. She has small but pert breasts, big enough to fill my hands, wide hips and an unshaven pussy. Total virgin.

I line my blood and cum covered cock up to her pussy, and she screams at me to stop before I plunge into her hard, her hymen breaking easily, blood running down my balls as she screams in pain. I give her no time to recover and start thrusting wildly.

Her screams of pain fuel my desire, and I blow a load into her immediately, I continue forcing my cock into her. Her writhing body feeling so good. I grab her hips and pull her roughly too me, and I already see bruises show up on her pale skin. Her pure glow starts to dim, this perfect angel not so perfect anymore as I take her. I take the gun and put it in her mouth. “There is only one bullet in her, lets play a little game of Russian Roulette eh? You’ll be the only one playing but, it should be fun for me.” I put the gun in her mouth, her screams muffled. I thrust into her wildly, the look on her face and her predicament getting me off, and I pull the trigger.

*Click* nothing.

I laugh. “Lucky, lets try number two.”

I’m reveling in this.”I fucking love this!” I shout at her while I pull the trigger again.

*Click* nada.

I laugh at her and she looks at me like I’m insane…well I am insane.

I cum in her hard and decide to make this even more interesting, something I’ve never done. I lean back and sit between her open thighs, my cum and her blood leaking from her defiled pussy. “No longer a virgin, your nothing now. No longer clean, and raped by a demon, most likely impregnated with my child.” Tears are running none stop and she whispers something. “What was that, I can’t hear you darling?”

“Kill me, please…”

“Gladly honey.” I point the gun at her belly.

*Click* Zilch

She flinches and cries. “Please just get it over with.” I start jerking off at her screams.

I point it at her chest.

*Click* Almost

“Just one more honey, maybe its a blank, if it is, I’ll let you live.” Her eyes brighten up as I point it to its last destination.

I shove the barrel into her pussy, stroking it in and out of her, I jerk off fast at the sight of the gun and her horrified face as I do it. “Stop…please…I want to li…”

*Click* Boom.

The gun shoots off in her pussy the bullet going out her belly, blood spurting up like a fountain as I cum.

This is just the beginning of a fun night.

*Damien’s POV*

Its so dark, where am I? …Who am I? Demkian? I shudder in revulsion…but I can’t shudder, I don’t have a body…what is this?

A light, just a little light, but coming fast towards me. What is it? “Help” I mouth at the light, but no sound comes out. I don’t have lips…

The light enters me, though I try to struggle away…but I have no body to struggle…

“Damien…”

The voice drifts through my mind…do I have a mind?

“Damien”

Daymeean…is that my name…no, that isn’t right.

“Damien…its ok, just let go.”

Let go…let go of what? Daymeean means nothing to me…that isn’t me…Damien…it that…?

“Damien, let go.”

I’m Damien? Should I let go…but I have no body to let go of anything with…

“Damien let go…and come to me.”

I relax….the voice is soothing…and familiar…

“Mother?”

“Let go Damien.”

“Mother!”

I let go.

*Well I hope you enjoyed, I know this is considerably darker than any other chapter, even 5, but Demkian is a Daemon after all. Give feed back guys. Thanks. This will be posted on Literotica and XNXX.*

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It was the weekend, and I had been looking forward to this night for weeks. My best friend, Will, had moved back to our home town after living out of state for close to ten years. He had gotten a band together and tonight was the bands first gig.
My wife Andrea was in the bathroom getting ready. I was setting in the living room when she called to me. I walked back to the bathroom to see her standing at the full length mirror in the nude. She turned around and pointed at her pussy and asked me what I thought. Andrea had shaved her bush bald, and it looked very sexy.
When Andrea was ready to go all I could do was say wow. She had on black fishnet stockings and a black garter belt, over this she wore a pink thong. With a mini skirt and a silk blouse she was ready to go. Andrea likes the feel of silk on her bare skin so she didn’t wear a bra and her big tits bounced with every step she took.
I stood there looking at my wife and felt the heat in my pants grow. Andrea is 5’4”, with brunette hair that goes half way down her back. She has green eyes, full lips, and the high cheek bones of a classic beauty. She is 36DD-24-34, with a perfect ass and nice shapely legs. I went to her and picked her up as I kissed her deeply. I set her down on the counter as I slid my hand to her right breast. Finding her nipple was hard as soon as I touched it I lowered my head down and took it in my mouth. As I did this I lowered my hand down to her hot, tight pussy. Rubbing her clit with my thumb I heard her moan as I rubbed her tight slit through her silk panties. She was dripping wet already so I picked her up and turned her around to fuck her from behind as I watched her face in the mirror. As soon as she felt me going for my cock she pulled away from me and told me that I would have to wait until after we got home, she had to get ready.

When we got to the bar I helped set the band while the woman set around and started to drink. Everyone was getting lose and having a good time. Soon it was time for the band to play and we kicked back and had a great time. Every time that I got up to dance every man in the bar watched me with open lust. At the first break some of the band went out to the drummers van to smoke some weed, they asked Mike if he wanted to go and he said no. I asked if I could go and they said sure, go ahead. I had never smoked weed before and I knew that I wanted to try it.
When I came back in I said that I didn’t feel anything after smoking weed for the first time. Mike told me I had to smoke more to get off.
After another set of good music and good times the band went out for more weed in the back of the van. I went with them to smoke more grass. When the guys from the ban band came back this time they told Mike that Andrea had gone to the bathroom.

Just as the band started on there third set I set down next to Mike and grabbed a handful of his cock, before taking his hand and putting it between my legs. I hadn’t taken my thong off as I loved the feel too much, especially as my pussy was soaking wet. I could feel that I was very turned on. So while people set all around us and Pam set right beside me, Mike played with me through my underwear in the next 5 minutes.

After a few minutes Pam asked me if I wanted to dance. I went to the dance floor and after a short time started to dirty dance with Pam. Pam openly touched my tits while I semi-rubbed my cunt into her leg, only as a joke. Mike sat there with a very hard cock. I don’t think at there was a man in the house who us them dancing who wasn’t turned on. The dance floor cleared a bit as we danced. Even the women watched, and I saw more then one woman touch herself as we danced. I wasn’t sure what to think.

It was a roaring party. The combination of weed and alcohol had me a bit drunk and stoned by the end of the fifth act. I wanted to go home and get some sleep, but Mike didn’t want to go, and I was still horny anyway.
What didn’t help my sleep was the sudden arrival of two friends, Brenda and Linda.

“What do you think, you wanna come and chat?” Brenda asked me as they stood several feet from me.
“Why not,” I replied.
We went into a couch room, and sat down. I was really feeling stoned now.

“Andrea? How do you feel?” a voice came from far away. I opened my eyes and saw Brenda and Linda sitting on either side of me. Perhaps I should have been worried, there were rumours that they were raging lesbians, but I really didn’t care at that point. As long as they didn’t try anything, I was ok.

“Fine,” I said, rubbing my nose.

“We brought you in where it was quieter,” Linda said. I took a look around. It was nice and quite, cool too. Nice place to chill out.
The thought crossed my mind that maybe they would rape me. Would that be pleasant, I wondered. In my horny state I toyed with the idea of licking out Linda while Brenda sucked on my nipples. The thought didn’t last for long though, I wasn’t a dyke.

I tried to think of a conversation topic, and in my slow state I came up with what I’d just been thinking. “Are you girls really lesbians?” I jokingly asked.

“Yes, we are,” Linda said, moving closer and taking off her shirt. I suddenly realized that something wasn’t quite right.

” Let’s find out if you’re one,” Brenda said, from behind me. She suddenly swung me round and pressed her lips against mine. I sat immobile, startled and scared. But I didn’t make any physical resistance to her.
Brenda began to move her tongue into my mouth. I panicked, and, releasing myself, backed myself up towards the end of the couch.
Linda just smiled, and wormed towards me. She was stronger than me, and I was stoned anyway, so she had no difficulty in pinning me down.
Brenda came on top of me, and seductively licked her lips. I was going to be raped by two horny girls!

I felt Brenda’s tongue slowly edge its way inward. Screw it, I thought, and gave in to my desires. I responded.
Brenda’s mouth was very soft, softer than any boy I had kissed. I fenced with her tongue for a moment, then Brenda clamped down on my tongue with her teeth and pulled it out. Linda giggled, and pinched my nipples. Brenda finally let her tongue go. I licked my lips and pulled Brenda close for another kiss. What the fuck was I playing at?
I felt Brenda’s hand reach out and play with my small, rounded breast. Her fingers began to tweak my nipples through the material of my lacey bra, causing them to harden and rise. When she had manipulated them to aching stiffness, she went in for another kiss, while moving my bra. She pulled it below my left breast and sealed her lips over my nipple.

“Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” I mumbled in a little girl voice. I couldn’t help myself. I felt that this was wrong, but I was too horny and desperate to care.

While Brenda continued with her sensual act, I felt a movement on my right thigh and looked down to see Linda kissing the inside of my knee. I uncontrollably shivered in delight. As the roving mouth grew closer and closer to my panties, I breathed faster. My eyes were open in wonder and pleasure as Brenda slowly withdrew from my breasts. My hand went to her leg and massaged it hesitantly. Linda continued on my thigh.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brenda asked with a smile.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “Does that make me a lesbian?”

“Absolutely,” Brenda nodded.

“Oh well… ok,” I said, enjoying the manipulation of two mouths and four hands on my body.

“It’s too hot for these,” Brenda said, taking off her bra, and kicking off her black thong. I gasped. She was beautiful.
“Here, let me help you,” she said, reaching behind me and releasing my bra. I felt a lot of relief when my bra sprang off my engorged breasts, leaving me bare and unencumbered. It was nice to feel the cool air on my titties.

Linda began to slowly kiss her way up my thigh. Sucking slowly just under my tummy, she started to tease the elastic of my thong. She made eye contact with a meaningful smile on her face. Did I really want to go this far with another girl? I nodded.
Linda had my panties off in seconds.

I liked the feeling of soft, warm skin against my own. I also liked the feeling of Linda’s hot lips touching my inner thigh, then moving directly to her pussy.
The feeling of Linda’s lips on my wet horny cunt was amazing. I gasped and stiffened, not expecting to be eaten, and not expecting the intensity of feeling that shot through my pussy and loins.

“Oh… oh God,” I gasped in surprised wonder. How could Linda just go down on another girl like that? How could anything feel so good? Her entire body was on fire. Her pussy and thighs quivered in time with the flickering tongue in her wet mound. Linda was giving her a world class eating, the first eating Andrea had ever received. Being a lesbian was certainly a good thing.

“Would you like to try it?” Brenda asked, before kissing her ear.

“Try what?”

“Eating pussy?”

“Oh God, I don’t know if I can”, I replied.

“Try,” Brenda said with a sympathetic smile.

“Well… how?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“Just lay down and I’ll take care of it,” Brenda said, rubbing her own breasts.

With passion clouded eyes, I focused on Linda feasting on her own pussy, while Brenda got into position. She simply knelt over my face and lowered her pussy until it touched my lips. I felt longing and desire.

I cautiously kissed it, then licked my lips. The skin was exquisitely soft, and oh so hot against my lips. The feeling was marvellous, and the aroma was fascinating. Growing bolder, I extended her tongue and pressed it into the folds of moist pussy flesh. Drawing it back, I tasted it again. I could find nothing bad about the taste of Brenda’s pussy, and with that in mind I sealed her mouth over her cute little shaved beaver and began sucking. My tongue snaked up into the tunnel of Brenda’s vagina. I tasted the womanly saltiness inside and decided I liked it. From the groans Brenda was making, it seemed she liked it too.

And so, I eagerly began eating the first pussy of my life. Of course, the return of Linda’s mouth to my own pussy was making me unbelievably horny. After a few minutes of Linda going down on me, I felt so desperate to cum that I would have eaten my own mother.

I licked up into Brenda’s pussy repeatedly. Brenda gasped and mashed her tits with her hands. It was obvious that she liked it, even though I was unsure about how to eat another woman properly. But still, it was very erotic seeing Brenda’s smooth pubes and naked body above me. Brenda had very nice titties, similar to mine, and much smaller than Linda’s.

It’s strange, I thought, I had barely noticed another girl’s breasts before. Then again, I hadn’t done anything like this before. It was funny how making love to another woman… women, could change me in such a short amount of time.
“I am a lesbian,” I gasped up into Brenda’s pussy.

“Relax and enjoy it,” Brenda smiled down at me. “Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing. Besides, none of us are really lesbians, we are simply bi.”

“Oh, right,” I said, lashing Brenda’s pussy with my tongue. Being below Brenda’s pussy, Ihad an advantage. All the pussy juices drained directly from her pussy, down into my mouth. I’d have probably found this disgusting a couple of hours previously, but now I found myself swallowing convulsively as my mouth filled with the sweet juice. I couldn’t get enough- I lapped it up, sucked it from her pussy, and played with her clit, all in a choreographed symphony of movements. I loved being a lesbian. Brenda had such a sweet pussy.

Linda looked like she just wanted to crawl up inside of me and eat me from the inside. She was so damned sexy, especially while her mouth was glued to my pussy. I felt like the lucky slut I was.

Brenda was about to cum. I could tell because she was panting like a bitch in heat. She dropped her hands to my breasts and mashed them viciously. I didn’t mind. I was too stoned to care too much about rough play.

Panting explosively, Brenda let out one long cry and stiffened, jerking spasmodically on my mouth. I continued eating her pussy until she pulled off and fell to the couch beside me.

Linda took a fold of my flesh in her teeth and pulled it. I cried out and looked down. Screw Linda, I thought.

“Dam,” Brenda said in surprise. “She back in my pussy again.” And I was.

I moved over to where I could lick Brenda’s pussy again. She was moaning and licking like there was no tomorrow. She shrugged and leaned down, helping Linda lick me to my own climax. It didn’t take long, as my loins were on fire. I felt the heat building in her pussy and licked Brenda hurriedly, knowing it would all end in a moment. I just loved the taste of her pussy, and sucked and tongued Brenda frantically, while feeling two tongues and one finger in my own pussy. It was just too much.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. I grabbed Brenda’s ass and pulled it down to my mouth, holding it in a death grip as her my pussy bucked, clenched and exploded.

“Oh God,” I gasped again. My body was shaking out of control. As my pussy spasmed, their tongues continued stimulating my pussy, bringing on yet another orgasm on the tail of the first. When the third orgasm started, I collapsed, exhausted.

Linda rolled off my pussy and deeply kissed me. I could taste my own juices on her tongue and face and licked it liberally, cleaning her beautiful face of all my juices. They were actually quite sweet as well.

“I love the taste of pussy,” I groaned. “And I want to do this again.”

“You can taste my pussy any time you want,” Brenda said. “Maybe next time we’ll bring our collection of toys”.

I suddenly realised something. The band had stopped. I looked at the clock and saw it was 12.10. Shit, the party ended half an hour before. Mike would be wondering where I’d got to.
Quick as I could, I slipped on my thong, pantyhose, miniskirt, blouse and shoes.
“That was beautiful,” I said, going towards the door. “I’ll see you girls around”.
I quickly kissed both Linda and Brenda, and then made my way back.

The band was almost loaded up and it was time to go home. Mike was wondering if I was ever going to turn up- I told him I’d met up with some friends, and we caught up on each other. Turned out Will and Pam rode with other people to go to an after hours party. We, however, were off home.
On the way to the car I couldn’t help thinking about my experience. I started feeling horny again, and looked at Mike.
We where not even out of the parking lot before I got down on my knees in the car, and started digging his cock out of his pants. My thong dug into my ass crack, but I didn’t care. It just turned me on even more.
I played with it for a bit, toying and kissing, before taking all 8” of his cock down my throat at once. I sucked hard, licking it with my tongue. In the end though, we got home before her could cum.
When we got to the house I got out of the car while he put his hard cock away. I stood on the porch under the porch light with my blouse all the way open and with my skirt hiked up as I rubbed two fingers around my dripping wet cunt.

I didn’t know what the fuck had got into Andrea, but she was very turned on. I opened the door and pulled her in the house as fast as I could; at the same time I was so horny that I thought about fucking he right there.
Andrea always gets very turned on when she flashes her tits, but she always got mad if I wanted her to show her pussy, now she not only flashed her cunt but fingered herself at the same time.
I locked the door and turned around to see her blouse, skirt, and shoes lying in the floor on the way to our bedroom. I walked back and thought how good her tight pussy would feel.
As soon as I got to the door she grabbed me, pulled my pants down to my knees and pushed me down on the bed. She took my cock in her mouth in one big gulp as I pulled her around to eat her tight shaved pussy. She was wetter then she ever had been as I sucked on her clit and slid two fingers in her cunt while I worked a finger up her even tighter ass.
After she came twice she pulled off of me and turned around, eager to take my cock into her pussy.
I lay down on the bed, so that she could ride me like a cowgirl. She got on top of me, and slowly placed her hot, soft pussy lips over the head of my cock. She began to move down my shaft, engulfing all of me inside her. When she finally got to the bottom, she wriggled around for a bit, then began to move up and down.
She rode me like she had never ridden me before. Grinding my cock into her pussy and then rising up until the head of my cock was almost out of her only to slam down on it as hard as she could.
After a few minutes of this I could tell she was nearly at orgasm. Riding and grinding my cock deep in her cunt she grabbed my hand and put it on her clit. I rubbed it until she was screaming like never before.
I could feel myself nearly cumming, but Andrea suddenly came so hard I thought that she was going to pass out. After that she took my hard cock in her mouth and started to suck it. I came all over her mouth, face, and tits. Andrea got down on her knees and sucked my cock clean.

When I woke up in the morning, Andrea was still fast asleep.

I woke up feeling shit. What the hell had happened last night?
Oh right, the band. And…fuck…that thing with Brenda and Linda!
I wasn’t sure what to think. I realised that in my drunken, stoned state, I had participated in a lesbian orgy with two of my friends. And yet…I liked the idea. I remembered Linda’s lips on my pussy, and I began to feel my cunt becoming wet. I touched it, and my hand was soaking. I put it in my mouth and sucked myself from it.

I was completely naked, and reached into a side drawer, taking out my two dildos. I really needed to use them.
I had a long thin one, and a larger pink one. I got the thin dildo, and placed it at the entrance to my vagina. I moved it in, feeling the pleasure. I moved it in and out a few times, before putting it away and picking up my favourite.

It was still sticky from the last use, so I washed it in the sink. While I was there, I got a mirror. I wanted to watch this.
I was still amazed, at how real it looked and felt. When I turned the dial, the powerful vibrations shocked me and I dropped it onto the floor, where it spun wildly in a crazy circle. I got the giggles, as this pink cock whizzed around, out of control, at my feet.
I lay on the bed, facing the mirror, on the wardrobe, with my legs spread wide apart. My neatly shaved fanny was dripping at the prospect of having this inside me.

As I ran the plastic cock up and down the crack of my swollen, pink quim, it felt dirtier and sexier, than ever. When I tried to slide it inside, even though I was very wet by this point, it wouldn’t go in. Fuck.
Looking around, I spotted some face cream, and dipped the knob end in. It now looked like it was covered in spunk, which turned me on even more. Still watching myself in the mirror, the dildo now slid inside past my pussy lips very easily, slowly filling me. It took a while to get it all in, but it was fantastic as I savoured every inch of my pink friend as it filled my pussy more than my husband ever had. I loved the idea of fucking myself and watching, at the same time.
I increased the speed of my fucking, and started to rub my swollen clit with the other hand. When on the verge of orgasm, I remembered the speed dial. Stopping for a moment to recover, I quickly turned the dial. It took a couple of pushes to get a rhythm going, but when I did, I thought that I would go crazy. The vibrations had me bucking like a bronco, and my fingers were nearly tearing my clit out.

I screamed, as an orgasm tore through me.
I somehow managed to turn the dial, slowing down the vibrations, while continuing to fuck myself, slowly, for another few minutes, until I got my breath back.
When I had controlled my breathing, I went to the toilet for a pee. My fanny was still throbbing, as I had a long, enjoyable, piss. I washed the cock, again, and gently dried it. After hiding it in my overnight bag I went and had a shower.

Drying myself was fun, rubbing the towel over my breasts. I started getting horny again. Time for a phone call.
“Hi, Linda, it’s me?”
“Hi Andrea. I guess you want some more of last night?”
“I’ll see you and Brenda in an hour”. I put the phone down, and thought about what clothes to wear. Thong, bra, jeans, blouse, shoes. When I was ready, I got in the car and drove off to see my lesbian friends.
I got to Linda’s house in a few minutes. After parking the car, I went up to the house and rang the doorbell. Brenda answered, and showed me inside.
“Andrea, have a drink.” She handed me a bottle of wine and a glass, and told me to go upstairs where Linda was waiting.
I took a deep breath, and followed her command. I wasn’t doing this under the influence of drugs or alcohol (yet). I really wanted to fuck these two girls again.

I opened the bedroom door, and went in. Linda was inside, only wearing a bra and panties.
“Hi Andrea.”
“Hi, Linda”, I responded.
Linda made her way to a side table. The lights had been dimmed, but I could see that Linda was standing by a collection of sex toys. I felt nerved, and drank some wine.
I had brought my big pink dildo from home, and showed it to Linda. She gently took it from me, and ran her hand up and down it.
“Mmmmmm”.

Linda told me to take a seat with my drink. She also made me promise not to masturbate. I accepted, and sat down on a chair facing the bed.
Linda got up on the bed in her underwear, and smiled down at me.

“This is for you, so watch carefully. And I don’t want to see your hand anywhere near your pussy, lover”.

Linda slowly pulled her bra below her breasts, carefully stroking them with her hand. She began to pull her panties down and to the side.

Pausing, she slipped two fingers in her wet cunt, and quietly moaned in pleasure.

I was already on edge, but Linda decided to get up off the bed, and walk over to me. She positioned her wet pussy over my face.

I could smell her overpowering womanhood above me, and was tempted to eat it there. But I remembered her demands to stay still and watch.

She showed me her tight ass, and began talking dirty.

“I’m going to put your pink friend deep in there. I’m going to feel it deep inside me, where it was once deep inside you”. I’m going to be filled by it, I’m going to cover it with my juices, then you can take it deep down your slutty throat and lick them off.
Linda put the dildo on the bed, head up, before slowly lowering her pussy onto it.

She bounced up and down a few times. I spoke to her: “It looks like you’re lubing yourself up”.
“That’s because I am, hon”, replied Linda. I felt puzzled at this, and it must have showed, because she continued to explain.
“You see, I’m not going to fuck my pussy. I’m going to fuck my ass”.
I didn’t know what to say. I’d never had anal sex with Mike, and I didn’t want to. But Linda was, well, someone different, and I found the idea of watching her use my dildo on her rear hole a turn on.
She took the dildo out of her cunt and placed it by her asshole. She slowly sat down upon it.

She screamed as the pink cock went past her sphincter. She looked like she was in real pain, but she didn’t stop lowering onto the dildo until it was most of the way inside her.
“Mmmm. Like a little pain with my sex”, she said. I just stared.
Linda laid back, getting used to the feel.

After relaxing for a few moments, she got into the doggy position, and began to fuck her own ass.

She looked like she was enjoying it, moaning and groaning. I began to wonder what it would be like in her place, as the dildo slipped in and out. She frantically rubbed her clit.

After a final squeal, I knew she had climaxed. She let the dildo slip out, and dropped it on the floor.
She spoke in a little girl voice. “That was great. My little ass feels sooo stretched, wouldn’t you say. She stuck her hole by my eyes for me to see.

It was really stretched. But it was also really beautiful, and I felt a strong desire to stick my tongue deep inside it.

I was still staring at it when I suddenly felt Brenda’s hand on my thigh. I suddenly realised that she’d been watching most of the show.
“I like those boots,” she said. Those were the same boots that Mike had been giving me grief over earlier.

“You look like a hooker,” she said, measuring me with her eyes, the boots reaching over the knees and almost touching the hem of the mini dress I was wearing. “You’re my little toy, aren’t you. Go on, say it.”

“Oh yeah Brenda, I’m your dirty, slutty, filthy sex toy that you can use whenever you wish.” I couldn’t believe I was being so dirty, but Brenda loved it.
“Whenever I wish? Hmmm, I might just have an interesting use for you”.

I kept looking at Brenda’s hand on my thigh; her fingers caressing me, touching the top of the boots and the bottom of the short dress. I found her staring into my eyes.

Brenda’s fingers found their way up my thigh and she yelped in surprise. “Oh, you little tart!” she said when she touched the stocking suspenders realizing I was wearing garter belt.

“Always prepared,” I whispered hoarsely, grateful to my persistence in ignoring Mike’s protests. He had called me the same, but this was different.

“I want to kiss you,” I continued and closed my eyes. All I wanted was to feel her soft lips on mine.

“Later,” she said. We’ll be having lots of fun later. But Linda and I thought we’d go and have lunch first. And I suggest you wear these. She produced a pair of jeans.

I took off my skirt, and put them on. I wasn’t sure what these two were planning, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

We went outside, and walked to the café. I couldn’t help but notice that Linda walked with some difficulty.

Lunch was fairly boring. We made pointless small talk, but I knew what was really on all our minds.
Brenda spoke up. “I’m just going to the toilet”. She gave me a meaningful stare as she left.
I waited a few seconds, before getting up and following her. Brenda was waiting for me in the otherwise deserted toilets. She grabbed me and pulled me into a cubicle, locking the door. I assumed that this would be a quick sex session or something, but I wasn’t quite right.
She whispered. “You might think you’ve been teased enough for a morning, but you’re wrong.”
“Huh?”
Brenda reached into her handbag and produced a small dildo. “Bend over”, she ordered.
I did as I was told, not quite sure what to expect next.

I felt Brenda undo the jeans button, and they fell to the ground. She got my thong, and peeled it off. I reckoned it was probably soaking, but it was only when Brenda placed her dripping fingers by my face, that I realised how desperate I was. I sucked my juices from her fingers, loving the taste.

Brenda rubbed the dildo around my entrance, before sliding it in. She kept on going until it was in to the hilt, completely submerged in my pussy.
This is where I get fucked by her, I thought. I was really anticipating it, and it surprised me when Brenda pulled my thong back up, followed by my jeans. She slapped my ass, and motioned to the door.
I had to say something. “Brenda…it’s still in there. I can’t walk around with a dildo inside me, can I?”
“That’s the idea, sweetheart”. Brenda unlocked the cubicle, and walked out. I felt I had no choice but to follow her, and walked out into the open. Shit. What a feeling. I stopped and leaned against the sinks. Brenda continued to walk away.

Recovering my breath, I tried to think rationally about the whole situation, but the dildo inside me was stopping any rational thinking.
Another girl entered the toilets, and looked at me quizzically. Fucking hell, did she realise what was in me? I gathered my strength, and walked out. I felt like everyone was looking at me, but luckily I didn’t have to walk through the entire building- Brenda and Linda were waiting for me outside.
Linda took my arm, and began to talk. “You’re looking a bit odd Andrea, are you sure you’re ok?”
I certainly didn’t feel normal. What’s more, the dildo was making me feel extremely horny, hornier than I ever thought I could be.

By the time we got back to the house, I was gasping. When we got upstairs to the bedroom, I kicked off my boots and lay on the bed. “For god’s sake you two, fuck me! Fuck me long and hard!”
Brenda looked at Linda. “What do you think? We could fuck her, or we could tie her up in the cupboard all afternoon with that thing still inside her.”

I cried out. “No, please, please fuck me. I’m begging you to fuck me.”
Brenda advanced towards me. “We only fuck bad girls who need to be punished. Are you a bad girl Andrea?”
“Yes, yes, I’m a bad girl, punish me for being such a slut. I need to be taught, please teach me”.
“Take off the jeans”. I complied eagerly. Brenda moved my thong to the side, and removed the dildo. It slipped out, and I felt my pussy was stretched and widened by the long penetration.

Linda climbed on to the bed with me, and, crouching down, moved her head up to my thong. I could feel her sexy breath through the wet material.
She grabbed the strap with her teeth, and pulled it down to my ankles, leaving my waiting snatch exposed and ready. Linda pulled my thong off and threw it at Brenda, who threw it back, giggling.
Linda spoke up. “I wonder if it’ll go inside her?”
“Why not find out?” replied Brenda.

Linda rubbed the thong around the entrance of my pussy, before slipping it in. It went inside me easily, as Linda stuffed it down my wet tube.
“We should take a photograph for you, Andrea”,
“A mirror will do, thanks”.
Brenda held a mirror in front of me. I could see just a bit of my thong poking out, and it looked and felt amazing.
Linda playfully grabbed the strap, and wriggled it out. We giggled.

Brenda put the mirror to the side, and put on a sympathetic voice.
“I’m ever so sorry sweetie, but the fun’s over.”
I thought she meant that it was time to go home, but I was very much mistaken.
“You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls are punished.” Brenda took my thong and rubbed it all over her pussy, covering it in her juices. She passed it to Linda and she did the same, before putting it beside her and getting a roll of tape.
“What the…”
“Ah, poor Andrea. She’s frightened. Well I’m so sorry, but as Brenda said, you’ve been a bad, bad girlie.” She caressed my thigh. “And bad girls are punished for being sluts.”

I relaxed a little, and accepted that I was about to be punished.
Linda reached out and deeply kissed me, flicking her tongue around my mouth. When she withdrew, she picked up my thong and placed it where her tongue had been only seconds previously. It filled a lot of my mouth, but I could still breathe through it.
When Linda put a piece of tape over my mouth, I couldn’t any more. I was just getting used to the feeling when Brenda handcuffed my ankles together. Linda put some rope around my wrists.

As if that wasn’t enough, Brenda proceeded to strip me of my pantyhose, before using it to tie my legs to a bedpost, and my arms to a pole higher up. Basically, I was sitting with my legs stretched horizontally and my arms stretched vertically. Oh yes, and I had a very dirty thong in my mouth.

Brenda spoke. “Andrea, lift yourself up with the pole”. I managed to lift my arse high in the air.
Linda produced what has to be the biggest dildo I have ever seen in my life. It was long and thick, with ridges and bumps. I had a good idea where it might be going, and I was concerned. I seriously doubted I could handle anything that big. Unfortunately, I couldn’t voice my concerns due to the thong and duct tape.
Linda placed the dildo underneath me. Oh, shit. I couldn’t hold myself up for much longer, but if I lowered myself down that thing would rip me apart. I just held on for dear life.
Brenda walked up to me with my miniskirt, adding to the confusion. She put it over my head, blindfolding me.

I heard Brenda sit down in the chair watching. It seemed that Linda sat on top of her, and the thought of these two naked girls weakened me even more.

My arms were turning to jelly. I’d never been particularly strong, but surely I could do better than this? I just held on. They were becoming sore and painful with the exertion of holding myself up. I was exhausted.

I couldn’t hold myself up. Uncontrollably, I started lowering. I couldn’t see anything.
I felt the head of the dildo touch my pussy. I managed to hold here for a couple of seconds, but to no avail.
The huge plastic cock parted my pussy lips, and penetrated the opening of my wet cunt. It was bigger than anything I had ever felt there before. It began to slowly slide in me.
The feeling was indescribable, a mixture of intense pleasure and pain. All I could do was bite the thong in my mouth and moan. I let go of the pole and felt my arms dangle as I was engulfed even more.

I don’t know how the fuck I managed it, but I felt relief when my butt finally touched the bed. God, I’d handled this thing.
Having said that, it was still hurting me, and I stayed in the same position for a few moments while I got used to it.

“Having fun, slut”, asked Brenda.
“Mmmn”.
“Go on, fuck yourself like a dirty whore”.
I gathered myself together, and pulled myself up a little. Jesus Christ! It was amazing. I relaxed and slid back down the pole.
I raised myself again, a little higher this time, before sliding back down. I did it again, and again.
“I think she likes it”.
I certainly did. I moved myself up and down the pole, higher and higher and faster and faster.

The pleasure was intense, and I knew that I would soon orgasm. The heat and pressure was building.
I screamed, even through the thong, as I climaxed. I just sat there, still impaled by the dildo.

I heard someone get up and walk over. Next thing I knew, the skirt was being lifted off my head and I saw Brenda standing there. She untied my hands from the pole and each other, and did the same with my ankles. She peeled off the tape, and removed my thong.
“Ok, honey, you can take out the dildo now”.
I rolled over onto my side, and pulled it out. Brenda stuck a mirror in front of me, and I could see my hole stretched wider than I could have believed possible.

It was time to go home. I put back on my soaking thong, pantyhose, miniskirt, boots, bra, and blouse. I said my goodbyes, and went to the car. I could hardly walk due to the massive penetration I’d just endured.

When I staggered through the door, Mike was there to great me. He looked very horny.
“Babe, I’m going to give you the fucking of your life”.
Oh, great. My pussy was so sore the movement of my thong against it was causing me pain. “Erm, Mike…”
“What? Come here Andrea, you sexy, foxy girl”.
Just what I wanted. There was no way that I could stop him fucking me, yet if he did, it would hurt like hell, and my vagina was so stretched that he’d suspect something anyway.
I remembered Linda’s face as she shoved the dildo into her arse. I was still an anal virgin, but…she seemed to enjoy it. I made up my mind.
“Mike, would you prefer fucking my arse for a change?” The response was sudden. Mike span me around, and ripped off my skirt. “Wow…” He roughly pulled down my thong, and got out his rock hard cock. I prepared myself.

Andrea’s thong was very wet, I assumed that she must have been as horny as me. I couldn’t believe that she’d finally consented to anal sex, and I was prepared to make the most of it.
I got some Vaseline, and smeared it over my throbbing organ, before placing it against my wife’s rear hole. I pushed, and the head popped in. I kept on going until I was in to the hilt, then started pumping away like a rabbit in heat. Andrea was moaning and screaming, probably with pain, but I didn’t care. It would be nicer for her if she just got on with in.

Thrusting in and out of her was bliss for me, and it sounded like she was now enjoying it too. I tried to last as long as I could, but eventually I let go and let myself cum violently into her. Andrea released herself from me, and went to sleep almost immediately. She seemed tired for some reason.

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Dee gets invited to Dotties for the Weekend !

So, Dee came home from the weekend at Dottie’s, she looked like she had a good time. I asked her”Did you have fun?”,all she would say was “It was different.”
When it was time to go to bed I was horny, I had not fucked Dee in over a week and I was ready ! When she finally came to bed, she was wearing a tee shirt, and as I started feeling up her tits, I felt the nipple rings.
What is this? Oh, those are something Dottie dared me to get, I was drunk, and well there they are. I loved them I tugged her nipples and it definitely was a turn on for her. Is there any other additional additions?
Well, just one. Dee spread her pussy and there was a piece of gold peeking through her thick bush. Wow! You got your clit pierced ? Yea, I woke up and their it was?
That is quite a weekend for someone who won’t even let me fuck her in the ass! I’ve been thinking about that…would you want to try that now?
Well, hell yes, I flipped her over raised he hips up and sunk my cock in her ass clear to my balls ! She didn’t even flinch! Fuck me baby, fuck be hard ! That was no problem,in a few minutes my hot cum was filling her hairy asshole.
I was amazed, that was the best sex we had in the last 20 years, and I would soon find out that was just the beginning.
The week rolled around, and I fucked Dee in just about every position I could imagine. There was one difference, Dee had suddenly liked “rough” sex, the rougher the better, twisting, probing,pain, she was a “new” woman and I liked it.
Thursday came ,and when I got home Dee told me,”Dottie called she wants a few of us to go to a crafts show this weekend, is that OK”
Yeas ,I have to work this weekend anyway, it will give you something to do.
Saturday morning rolled around I got up, to go to work, I’m leaving, have fun! OK, Dee said,I’m sure I will.

Dee got into the car and drove the half hour to Dottie’s house. When she got there there was a few cars already there. Dottie came out to meet her,”Hi baby!” She then gave her a deep kiss her tongue washing the inside of her mouth. She put her arm around her waste. Girls this is Dee. Dee, this is Livvy,Jenny,Dawn, and the cute little thing on the floor is Dana. You and Dana will get to know each other really well this weekend.Livvy was a redhead, with a small waist and huge tits.Jenny was a curly haired brunette, with big tits, and a little on the chubby side.Dawn was a Viking princess, big tits and long blond hair.Go ahead an kiss Dana,said Livvy she is mine and needs to be welcomed !
Dee walked over to Dana, and kissed her on the cheek! Dottie slapped Dee’s ass,kiss her bitch she’s family ! Dee then pressed her lips to Dana’s and slipped her tongue until it was meet with Dana’s.
That’s more like it baby! Well, the weekend is short, what do we want to do first ?
Livvy say’s I want to play with your bitch Dottie! Is she really a redhead? O yes Livvy,You can have her, use the upstairs bedroom, I think you like that one. Come on my little cunt, Livvy said as she grabbed Dee by the hand and headed up the stairs. When they got to the room, and opened the door there was an iron rail bed with iron rails for a head board. Livvy pulled Dee into the room pulled the door shut, and immediately pushed Dee against the door grabbed a handful of Dee’s tit and thrust her tongue down Dee’s throat! Dee wrapped her arms around Livvy’s back and offered her mouth to be tongue fucked, and Livvy obliged. Livvy threw Dee on the bed and stood in front of her,”Undress me.” Livvy was wearing jeans with boots, and a pull over sweater with a scarf. Looking anything but a dyke. Come on, we don’t have all night ! Dee took of her scarf and lifted the sweater from the bottom,she exposed skin that was alabaster covered in freckles, and tits that were even bigger than Dottie’s. The bra baby, take it off. Dee, reached around the back and released the snaps, and Livvy shrugged her shoulders dropping the bra to the floor. Like them baby? “What is there NOT to like”, said Dee? Her tits were a 44DDD, with half dollar sized aereolas and stiff nipples. I have a special treat for you baby, but finish undressing me first. Dee sat Livvy down on the bead, removes her boots,unsnapped her jeans, and slipped them off exposing a lace G string with a very thick bush sticking out around it in every direction.
Now you baby, strip for me ! Dee, began with her top and bra. Dottie wasn’t lying you have great tits, and baby don’t worry about being a little chubby, I like meat ! The Dee removed her pants leaving her underwear on. No,no baby off with the undies, I like to see what I’m about to eat.
Dee, removed her underwear exposing her hairy pussy. Umm, I do love a hairy pussy.Lay down baby. As Dee lay down Livvy climbed on her straddling Dee’s thighs, with hers, rubbing their tits against one another,stimulating Livvy’s tits. I’m sorry baby, when I get stimulated I lactate, just lick it up and suck on my tits it will stop and give you a treat. Dee latched her lips around Livvy’s tit and sucked the rich baby milk down her throat. As she did that Livvy, slipped a hand down through Dee’s bush, grabbed a handful and tugged up causing Dee to become unlatched. Keep sucking my little slut, there is a lot to come ! Livvy slid down dancing her tongue across her pussy, making Dee shiver, then licking the insides of her thighs into her thick, lush cunt hair.pushing Dee’s legs up to her chest, exposing Dee’s puckered asshole available to her probing tongue. You’ll love my tongue baby, it’s long,and thick! Dee found that out soon enough as Livvy’s tongue probed deep into her asshole,across her taint spreading her thick bush exposing the pink insides to Livvy’s oral assault on her pussy! The Livvy,grabbed a mouthful of cunt hair and pulled them out ! Dee screamed ! Dottie, said , “ I think my bitch likes Livvy !
“Sorry my little cunt”, said Livvy it’ll grow back, I’ll keep them as a momento. Livvy, decided it was her turn and climbed up onto Dee, laying her full body weight tit to tit on her !”Here baby have some milk, you make me so hot !”
Dee was almost gagging there was so much milk filling her mouth, then Livvy climbed further up onto Dee straddling her head,her thick red bush,with thick labia and clit resting right under her nose, time for some juice to go with that milk!
Livvy grabbed the top of Dee’s head and held it tight against her pussy, almost smothering Dee, just giving her enough room to semi breath. “Don’t forget my asshole cunt,make it clean”,As much as she could Dee tongued Livvy’s ass. “That’s it baby, almost there, almost there ,Ugghh, I’m coming baby,I’m coming, and with that Livvy,covered Dee’s face with her vaginal fluids.”My, my you are good!!”,said Livvy wipe your face off, and get your cloths on I’m sure someone else wants to play !
As they came downstairs, Dottie said “was I wrong?” O hell no! And with that she sowed them a baggie with the mouthful of Dee’s cunt hair in it !
Dee, lowered her eyes,and stood silent.
“I want to be next “,said Jenny, the curly brunette, with the wide hips and big tits. You get a drink baby,touching Dee’s face then come upstairs I’ ll be ready. Jenny went upstairs and Dee went to the kitchen to get a drink.
Dee was thinking,”another cunt licking lesbian,ok.” She was wrong !
When she opened the door, Jenny was standing there in leather boots and corsets with a whip in her hand! Hello my little cunt, get the fuck out of those clothes ,and with that Dee felt the whip crack on her ass! CRACK !!! And she felt the sting welt her ass ! Again the whipped cracked !CRACK, this one across her back ! Dee screamed,”Stop “ !!
“I see My bitch has meet Jenny”, laughed Dottie .”Get on the bed on your back bitch, put your arms above your head!”said Jenny, Dee still crying complied, and with that her hands were cuffed to the headboard.
Now, my little cunt Jenny pulled each leg back above Dee’s chest and strapped them to the headboard as well, exposing her cunt, and asshole to Jenny’s desires !
On the sideboard there were candles, and Jenny took them and dribbled hot wax all over Dee’s nipples causing her to scream out! “pleas stop”,cried Dee. What you don’t like that? Asked Jenny. “No,I don’t cried Dee”,”O, ok said Jenny no more nipples,and with that she emptied the candle all over Dee’s cunt hair,pussy and asshole.
Dee screamed,we can’t have all this yelling, it will upset people, and with that she pulled a ball gag out of her purse and proceeded to place it in Dee’s mouth.
“Well, that wax is gonna make a mess of your cunt hair, and it’s so thick,o well well take care of that later”, said Jenny. But now it is time for some fun. Dee, thought what the hell could that be?
Jenny took of her leather corset, and thong showing a deep black bush, and 38 EE tits.Out of her bag she took a double headed black strap on dildo.”Time for some fun baby” Jenny placed herself with the dildo head at her pussy.”This wax is going to make a mess”, with that she slapped a piece of tape on Dee’s pussy and ripped a pelt of red bush off clear down to the skin. Dee screamed but with the gag ,no one could hear her.We’ll finish that later! While the pain was still there Jenny buried the double dildo into her cunt and asshole at the same time, Dee, was dry so ,the pummeling of her pussy started to abraise her pussy until the juices
started to flow. Finally, Jenny came,her juices mixing with Dee’s.When she was done she climbed up on the bed and planted her `hair y black cunt on Dee’s face. Clean me up bitch, and with that Dee lapped up her cum.
Guess I have to clean the rest of this mess up.Jenny pulled out a roll of making tape, and proceeded to rip every cunt hair off Dee’s pussy! Jenny then let Dee loose to go downstairs.”Well?” Dottie asked. Jenny showed the three tapes full of red cunt hair, “I scalped the cunt!” and they all laughed. Dee finally came down stairs barely able to walk.”Thats ok baby it will grow back”,said Dottie. “Yea, in time for me to remove it agan”, laughed Jenny!
Dee, looked around and realized that Dawn and the girl Dana were missing. Well, since Dawn and Dana are busy, I guess we can go out and get some fresh air. There was a barn on Dottie’s property, and you could smell the scent of a wood fire burning. “I guess it smells like Dawn got the fire started”,said Dottie. Her arm wrapped tightly around Dee, they didn’t hurt you to bad did they baby?” as she kissed her neck. “No”,answered Dee “Not too much”.
Dottie walked ahead and swung the barn doors open,and Dee’s stomach fell. Inside resembled some kind of midevil torture chamber! There were wooden racks ,and tables,Metal cages hanging from the ceiling and chains and hooks of every description.
“Well, this is for later”, said Dottie. “Right now will go back around to the fire pit.
When they all got the the pit,Dawn had something metal in the pit, but Dana was hanging by her arms, her naked body, hanging limp. “Is she dead?”,asked Dee. “No, not dead but sedated, we don’t want her totally awake for what is coming next”, said Livvy.
There were chairs around the fire pit that everyone but Dawn,Dottie,and Dee sat in.
“Well, we have had our little cunt Dana for awhile now”, said Dottie,”so it is time we make her ours, or I should say Dawn’s”.”Come her my little cunt”, Dottie said to Dee. “I want you to stick that face of yours right in her pretty little cunt and eat it until we are done, wrap your arms around her ass so she doesn’t move,because if she does you will be next!”. “Do you understand ?” “Yes” ,said Dee Well get started. Dee walked over wrapped her arms around Dana’s ass. She could smell her pussy and it was red, like it had been recently abused. She placed her nose in her cunt hair ,and began to lick the girls pussy,inching her tongue into her pussy hole.
“OK, Dawn lets go”,said Dottie. Dee could not see, but Dawn had put on a pair of gloves on and was taking the metal rod out of the fire, it was glowing red hot, Dawn told Dee,”move your hands off her ass put them around her legs!”
Dee obeyed. With that Dawn pushed the top of the rod into Dana’s ass cheek. The pain woke Dana up and she started to buck and scream. One more my little cunt,then it will all be over.
Then Dana put the brand against Dana’s right tit and held it against her skin for a good 5 seconds, the pain so intense that it caused Dana to piss into Dee’s mouth, causing Dee, to gag and vomit.
“Well, there is no doubt now”,said Dottie. She is yours ! Dee’ looked up to see”DAWN” imprinted on Dana’s right tit, with the same brand on her ass.Somewhere in the process Dana passed out.
“Time to eat”, said Dottie,”she will be out for a while.” With that they all went back into the house and began to eat lunch. “Man, I’m starving and I haven’t done anything”,said Dottie.”well we are dehyadrated right Livvy?” said Jenny. “That little cunt of yours wears us out.” “I know she is “special”, Dottie replied, “Have some wine.”

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Just after that afternoon, there was a late night when I walked into our apartment, said “Hi baby,” to Erika, intending to head for the shower. I got three or four steps past the chair she was sitting on, before she spoke to me.

“Did you just turn your back on me, bitch? You’re going to have to be punished for that!”
“Punished Mistress?” I asked, turning around to look at my ‘Mistress’.
“Yes, punished. Severely!”

I wasn’t certain what Erika had in mind but I was soon informed. “Get over here, right now, and get down on your knees.”
“Yes Mistress,” I dutifully replied, and did as I was bid

Erika stood up and walked over to where I was kneeling and lifted her skirt. “Lick my pussy, now!” I was ordered.

Kneeling there, with my tongue in Erika’s pussy, I was wondering what sort of punishment that was supposed to be, for someone like me. I loved the taste of my Mistress’ sopping pussy; I always had, and she knew that I did.

After she’d climaxed, and stepped back, I asked, “Is Mistress happy with obedient bitch’s performance or does Mistress need more convincing not to punish poor bitch?”
“You’re going to have to work much harder than that, or I’m going to have to spank your tight, shapely little ass.”
“But Mistress, bitch like good spanking. Not exactly punishment.”
“True enough. Stand and lift your skirt for Mistress!”

I stood and lifted my little slut-skirt, even if it was only about as long as a belt, and not much more, exposing the little damp patch on the front of my panties. “That’s a good girl,” my Mistress informed me, reaching out to gently touch the crotch of my panties. “Now, get your fucking knickers off, and show me how wet your cunt is.”

I let go of the skirt and reached under it to grab my panties and pull them off, intending to display my wet pussy to my Mistress. As the skirt dropped down after I let go of it, Erika moved in and gently slapped my left leg. “I didn’t tell you to let go of the fucking skirt, did I?” she asked.
“No Mistress,” I replied.
“That’s what I thought. Lift the skirt with one hand, and yank your knickers down with the other.”

I did as I was told, yanking my panties down a few inches, showing Mistress my wet pussy, and she stepped close to me again, to touch it, slipping a finger inside me. “Okay, sit on the couch arm, and get your knickers off entirely,” was my next order, which I obeyed immediately, although it wasn’t as simple as it sounded, because I still had Mistress’ finger inside of me.

As I sat there, holding my skirt up with one hand, pulling my panties off with the other, Erika just stood and looked down at me, an expression of utter contempt on her face, as she wiggled the finger around inside of me, although I didn’t doubt for one second that the expression was fake. It was part of the role she was playing for me, knowing how much I was going to enjoy being thoroughly dominated.

As I dropped my panties onto the floor, Erika grabbed my skirt and yanked it off me, pulling me off the couch arm in the process. I recovered quickly and returned to the position she wanted me in. “Next up, show me your new plastic tits,” I was instructed.
“But Mistress, bitch boobs are silicone substitute,” I pointed out.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid fucking bitch. I didn’t tell you to open your fucking mouth; I told you to get your fucking tits out. You can open your mouth later, when you wrap it around my cunt. Get your fucking tits out for me when you’re told to get your fucking tits out, or I’ll have to slap you again. When I tell you that your fucking tits are plastic, then they’re fucking plastic. What are your fucking tits made of, bitch?”
“Plastic, Mistress,” I meekly replied, eyes downcast to the floor, opening my blouse, popping my tits out of the little half-cups I was wearing, and I will admit that I was really enjoying a side to Erika that I’d never seen before. She really was getting into the role of being my Mistress. So crude, and so vulgar! That was just what I wanted! Great!
“You’re learning; as slow as I might have expected from a stupid, dirty, slutty blonde, but learning nevertheless,” she commented. “Take off the blouse and the bra; they’re obscuring my view of those fabulous tits.”

I took off the blouse and bra as ordered and sat there in just my stockings and suspenders, waiting for my next order. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Play with your tits for me. Squeeze and rub them until your nipples are so stiff that they ache.”

I did as instructed, and soon my nipples were sticking up like little bullets. “Put your hands behind your back,” commanded Mistress, as she knelt down in front of me, and began to play with my pussy, and suck my nipples in turn, feeling just how stiff they really were. I accommodated first two fingers, then three and finally, all four on my Mistress’ right hand, as she pumped them in and out like a piston.
“Shame I only have four fingers on my hand; you feel as if you can take more,” Mistress said. “I’d like to stretch you a bit further.”
“Use whole hand Mistress; ball into fist. Fist stretch bitch plenty. Use cucumber from fridge, push all the way in; bitch can take it, with cyber-beaver nice Mistress paid for.”

My Mistress stood up then, and stepped over to the bookcase nearby, grabbing a bar of chocolate from it. She unwrapped it and then, after dropping her skirt to the floor, inserted one end of the bar into her pussy and commanded me to get down on my knees and eat it, without using my hands.

That was something I’d never tried before and it was entertaining, trying to get the damn thing to stay still to bite chunks off it, because whenever I applied enough pressure to get a decent bite, I was also applying enough pressure to set off sufficient feelings in Mistress’ pussy that she kept moving. “Mistress stay still, please; make bitch’ task easier? Bitch show gratitude later; show to nice, kind Mistress, promise.” I asked.

Erika smiled warmly and broadly for the first time that night, “How will you show Mistress your gratitude?” she asked.
“Bitch obey Mistress as usual, do usual bitch things; lick, probe, suck, bend and take it hard from behind. Mistress enjoy taking dirty bitch doggy style, hard, with big dildo. Give Mistress pleasure, make food, eat own off Mistress’ skin. Mistress like that idea?”
“Sounds good to me, so I’ll try and stay still, but you’re applying pressure onto my sensitive spots, and it’s making me move.”
“Mistress take candy bar out of sweet, tight beaver? Hold in hand for bitch? Bitch clean hand and beaver with tongue after she eat candy bar. Please Mistress?”

My Mistress removed the bar of Dairy Milk from her pussy and held it out to me to eat. I ate it from her hand, and then licked her fingers clean, before cleaning the melted chocolate from her sweet slot. She tasted so sweet, too. I looked up at my Mistress after I’d got her as clean as I could, and said, “There Mistress, clean now.”

“Bend over the arm of the chair, now, so that I can play with your cunt properly,” I was instructed. I obeyed immediately, waiting to be ‘properly played with’, and not looking back at my Mistress. There was a buzzing sound from behind me; clearly a vibrator being switched on. It was pressed against my clitoris, buzzing madly, and then Mistress slipped it right inside my sopping pussy. It might just have been the way I was feeling, but it felt like a rather small vibrator. I just knelt where I was, enjoying the sensation inside my pussy, waiting for my next order.

That order was quite a while in coming and I waited patiently, enjoying the sensations buzzing through my loins. “Ok then, take the vibe, and change holes with it.” So I pulled the vibrator out of my pink slot, and, with a good supply of my natural lubricant, pushed it, still on full power, right up my brown one. I was right; it was smaller than my usual vibrator, bought especially, I thought, for my butt. My Mistress began fingering my pussy again, and asked, “Do you love me, bitch?”
“Yes Mistress, of course I do.”
“Say it.”
“I love you Mistress!”
“Lie on the floor on your back, now, and open really wide,” I was told, so I obeyed.

As I lay there and my Mistress groped me, I closed my eyes, just relaxing and enjoying the feelings, and I didn’t hear the order to open my eyes. I felt the slap on my right leg though, and opened my eyes. “That’s better,” my Mistress said to me. “I told you to open your fucking eyes, bitch! Don’t you ever ignore me, or you’ll have to be put back in training again.

If that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to sell you to someone with less concern for your welfare than I have; perhaps to someone like your last Master. Maybe he’ll beat you every day until you obey without question, and you wouldn’t like that, would you?”
“No Mistress. Bitch have to try harder to please kind Mistress.”
“Yes you fucking well will, bitch. Perhaps I should just sell you now anyway and save myself the trouble of re-training you, and replace you with a younger and prettier, not to mention more obedient model. How young a replacement do you think I should get for you? A pretty little virgin of, say fourteen or fifteen; a tight one with big, bouncy, real, tits?”
“No Mistress! Please don’t sell me Mistress; I couldn’t bear the thought of having to serve a new owner. I want to serve you properly, and I will, if you’ll let me make amends.”
“How are you going to make amends to me?”
“That’s up to Mistress. Mistress decides how bitch make amends. Do housework naked; perhaps do Mistress friends’ housework naked. Mistress charge friends for bitch services, let friends use bitch for other services too. Perhaps Mistress watches and encourages friends to make proper use of bitch skills.”
“What skills would they be, then?”
“Mistress! You know what skills bitch have, or you not buy bitch in first place; skilled bitch cost lots of money; bitch not notice Mistress haggle over price. Bitch please anyone in bed, Master or Mistress, perhaps both at once, lots of practice by now. Many owners say bitch good lay. Mistress think bitch not good enough lay? Mistress offering to teach bitch to be better lay; bitch learn from Mistress; pleasure Mistress better!”
“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you Mistress, that’s nice compliment.”

Then my Mistress produced a second vibrator, the larger of the two and switched it on. Then she stuck it straight into my pussy, playing with my clit as she did so. The orgasm exploded through me after only a couple of minutes, and then the vibrators were quickly taken out and switched off. After that, Mistress settled down over my face in the sixty-nine position and smothered me with her sweet, dripping pussy. I knew what I was required to do, and got straight down to it, pushing my tongue as deep as it would go, and listened as my Mistress encouraged me, in her downright vulgar, ‘Mistress,’ fashion, to continue what I was doing.

“Back into the doggy position now,” I was ordered, so I obeyed. Then Mistress placed half the double-ender into her pussy, and placed the tip at the entrance to mine. “Push back and get this inside your sopping little cunt-hole,” she commanded. “Fuck yourself with it!” Kneeling as I was, I pushed back onto the jutting plastic prick, thrusting as best I could from the position I was in, until Mistress wanted it a bit harder. Then she grabbed my hips and began to pump, thrusting far harder than I could.

After we had both climaxed, my Mistress stood up, looked down at me and said, “Good. Now… Get your disobedient little ass into the bedroom and spread your long legs for my pleasure; I think it’s time I saddled you up and rode you hard again. Your last owner would probably have taken a belt or strap to you for half of what I let you get away with; and you should be grateful for that! You’ve been back-chatting and disobeying me too much tonight to escape some sort of punishment. I’ve been lax with your discipline, and you’ve forgotten your place, so I’m going to have to remind you what it is again.

There will be no more pleasant reminders tonight. Disobey me once more tonight and the next slap won’t be gentle, or on your leg. It’ll be right down the side of your pretty little face, and it will hurt. Despite your disobedience and your bad behavior, I do care for you, and that’s the problem; I doubt that I can do a great deal to really punish you for your disobedience. I’ll just have to try my best though, and I can think of at least one punishment that you’ll really hate.”
“What punishment Mistress?”
“I’ll feed you nothing but Bulgarian Kibble for a week!”
“Ugh! Mistress, Bitch be happier being beaten by Mistress than fed that awful rubbish.”
“Exactly; that’s why it’s the worst punishment I can think of. You’ll obey me now, won’t you?”
“Yes Mistress! I’ll obey; I swear I will, if it means I can have good food instead of nasty Kibble. Mistress reward bitch for good service? Bitch give good service, promise! Swear oath to Mistress; swear to obey.”

Seeing as I was on the floor, I reached for the closest of Mistress’ feet, and began to kiss and lick it; really toadying, and crawling. I’ll admit that I was ad-libbing on lines from the book, modifying them as it suited my purpose, but it seemed to be going well.

“If you obey, you can have good, fresh, cooked food, although you’ll be cooking it. You can have salmon, veal and beef when I do; you can also have nice drinks, fresh milk, fresh fruit juice, but no alcohol. Snack on fruit to keep your figure nice for Mistress. If you’re really good, you can have more chocolate, biscuits and cakes. But you’ll have to be very good for those, and take plenty of exercise to burn calories.”
“Bitch can cook Mistress, and you know this; bitch can cook better than Mistress can! Bitch be very good for nice treats; take exercise with nice Mistress; not want to get fat after all. Mistress not want to keep fat bitch. Mistress not teasing with promises of nice treats?”
“Now, now, you’re being disrespectful. Have I ever offered you something and refused to give it?”
“No Mistress; Mistress never failed to deliver treat if promised. Bitch had treat for tonight though, nice chocolate. Last Master never give nice treats like chocolate. Maybe apple or orange now and again, but that all.

When Mistress buy bitch from last Master, bitch very happy. Could tell that new owner better than last one; took seconds to tell.”
“How could you tell?”
“Mistress not remember? Mistress turn up with nice clothes; silk undies, nylon stockings, silk dress, leather jacket and long leather boots to keep bitch feet warm. Mistress pardon bitch French, but Mistress tell bitch to take off ‘cheap shit,’ and put nice clothes on; not even tell bitch to lick beaver as payment for nice clothes. Mistress give bitch wardrobe full of nice clothes.
Last Master make bitch wear cheap clothes, often second hand, from charity shops. Never give poor bitch anything nice to wear.”

(While I had gotten a thrill the last time I pretended to be the really submissive slave, I really was getting into it this time. I couldn’t figure out the difference but I didn’t care, I really was enjoying it.)

“Last Master so cruel sometimes; think only of himself and his pleasure, unlike new Mistress. Mistress bring doctor last time bitch ill; bitch not expect that. Expected to have to recover naturally, not expect proper medicine from doctor. Last Master say that medicine too expensive, but kind Mistress willing to pay for medicine; not care about money, care about bitch instead. At first, bitch just think that Mistress spend money on investment; no good let trained bitch die; lots of money wasted; sick bitch not much use to Mistress either. Bitch think wrong though; Mistress actually care about bitch health and happiness.

Bitch very surprised when Mistress bring sick bitch hot breakfast in bed, feed bitch tenderly; bring doctor; not demand service for breakfast because bitch not feel well. Bitch expected Mistress to sit on bitch face at least, but Mistress not do that; Mistress not even reach under bedcovers to squeeze bitch big boobs. Bitch know that Mistress like big boobs; like to squeeze them. Bitch like having Mistress squeezing boobs.

Mistress give bitch new, expensive, nice clothes; bitch grateful to Mistress for nice clothes. Bitch appreciate nice clothes; never wear silk or leather, never have silk sheets or electric blanket before meet current Mistress. Never have television before either. Last Master keep bitch in small room, no window, no television, just radio. Not good heating; just cheap, itchy wool blankets and lumpy bed. Mistress share own bed with bitch; not seen that before. No chains or locked cell to stop bitch simply walking out of apartment. Clearly Mistress not expect bitch to try to escape. Mistress make good call; bitch not want to escape; got good life here with Mistress. Mistress share everything she own, without question; books, television, music, films, fresh food; all luxuries; give bitch everything bitch could imagine, and then some; teach bitch to drive; give bitch keys to Mistress’ car! Then Mistress buy bitch own car as present! Shame Mistress not born a boy; if so, bitch give Mistress baby; to pay for car, if possible! Bitch give Mistress many babies!

Bitch never want to leave Mistress. Bitch fight for Mistress, fight to stay with Mistress; perhaps try to escape if sold, and return to nice, kind Mistress. Bitch not able to imagine better Mistress. Mistress so kind and generous, giving bitch so much. Mistress treat bitch like lover; perhaps Mistress forgets that bitch only property? Mistress buys bitch, treat as she like; sell bitch when get bored, buy new bitch; Mistress not expect complaint from property; get no complaints the way things are.

Still, bitch happier than ever be in life before; willing to stay with Mistress ‘till death; sleep with Mistress ‘till death; spread legs and give Mistress good sex every day; morning and night. When Mistress get tired, bitch get on top, make love to beautiful Mistress.”

“Perhaps you can cook better than me,” my Mistress said with a smile. “I’ve never been worried about you running away from me. Where would you go? Back to an earlier Master or Mistress? No, you’re better off with me than anyone who’s owned you in the past, and you know it. No one’s ever treated you as well as I have, or ever will. I can get better service from you with one candy bar than with ten sticks, can’t I? Anyway, bedroom, now, or you won’t need to cook anything tonight; I can see a Kibble attack coming on.”

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Finally the day we had been waiting for arrived and we walked up the ramp to the ship. I don’t remember the name of it since it was about five miles long and in another language. It was beautiful. We were given directions on where our room was located and Melanie and I wasted no time unpacking. This cruise was going to last a week and we didn’t want to be living out of our suitcases.

We threw our bags up on the bed and starting sorting out what would go where. As big as cruise ships are, you would think they would have more space for clothes. There was one small closet and a dresser matching in size. I watched as she started to remove her ‘delicate’ clothing. She had an amazing range of lingerie, from black leather to white lace. If it could be found at Victoria Secrets she owned it. I often thought that it was a form of addition, some people are addicted to caffeine, nicotine or stronger, and Melanie here is addicted to lingerie. To each her own I guess.

Once we got done packing we realized that there was only one bed. Now I admit I’ve often fantasized about messing around with Melanie, who hadn’t? She was hot as hell. She had the body that most women are jealous of and most men drool over. She was five foot eleven, 140 pounds soaking wet, the longest legs I’ve ever seen on anyone, wavy long red hair and a nice set of tits. We make a good pair, I’m five foot six, 135 pounds, brown haired and I’m the president of the itty-bitty titty committee! She’s picked on me since we were in grade school. Back then I honestly thought I’d grow more, but at twenty-six I’m still a nice perky 34 B. I never acted on my desires since she was my best friend and I wouldn’t want to ruin what we have already, so I keep them bottled up. I made a joke about there being only one bed; we both laughed and headed out to see the ship.

We’d been in our cabin longer than I had thought cause I could just barely make out the port we left. She grabbed my hand, which she frequently did, and we walked along the upper deck basking in the sun and fighting the wind in our hair. I couldn’t keep my thoughts off of her.

After dinner we went to the ‘club’. Major flash back! They had disco blaring and lights flickering. The only thing missing was the ball hanging from the ceiling. We must have missed this in the things to do bit. Just about everyone there was dressed in the 70’s garb. We made the best of it and had a great time making a fool out of ourselves, considering we were four when 1980 came on the scene.

She had a lot to drink and was a bit tipsy. She leaned on me for support and I suggested she sit down. She looked up at me with a grin on her face, “Why don’t we just go back to our cabin?” she asked. I didn’t see anything wrong with that, and besides my arms were getting tired. I unlocked the door and she stumbled forward. I barely was able to catch her and maneuver her to the queen bed. We both collapsed onto the soft bed.

“You know Sally, I’m not as drunk as you think.” I just blinked. I’ve been told sometimes people need to hit me over the head with a brick. I don’t pick up on subtle hints. She giggled and brought her hand up to my face. “My dear sweet Sally, you are so thick headed!” Then she kissed me. I felt tingles cover my body from head to toe. I was on fire. I could barely smell any alcohol on her breath. She was sober and she wanted me! I didn’t know what to do. I had forgotten everything I had planned I do or say to her if this moment were ever to arise.

She quickly undressed me and made me lay still on the bed as she retrieved something out of one of her dresser drawers. I wasn’t allowed to peak. She rummaged through the drawer and headed back to the bed. I heard a light humming as soon as she got situated next to me. She had grabbed her vibrator! She traced the vibrating little cock up my leg, to my inner thigh and over my lips. I quivered all over as the sensation traveled up my body.

She watched my face as she pressed the vibrator against my pussy. I squirmed as my clit started to throb, impatiently waiting to be touched. MY moans were more like whimpers as she teased me with the plastic cock. Suddenly she pressed harder and the tip slipped in between my lips grazing my yearning clit. Electric waves of pleasure flowed all through my tingling body. As she pushed the vibrator deeper into my pussy, teasing my tight hole, her tits rested on my thighs. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles.

My moans grew louder and more intense as she let the cock plunge into my wetness. I squeezed tightly around the shaft as it entered my canal sending surges of pleasure up my spine. She pumped the cock in and out of my pussy, faster… harder. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and began to stroke my aching clit, her warm breath washed over my wet pussy. I felt the familiar stirring brewing deep inside me; I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I came. She continued to fuck me with her tongue and the fake cock.

My hips rocked on their own, forcing her tongue and the vibrator deeper into my pussy. I laced my fingers into her hair and pushed against it. My orgasm exploded and I felt my pussy spasm around the humming cock. I knew my moans could be heard from outside the room, but I didn’t care. My climax was so intense! I shuddered as her tongue continued to stroke across my clit. Once my moans faded she let the vibrator slide out of my pussy. It was completely covered in my juices. She brought it up to her face and inhaled deeply. The smirk on her face told it all. She wanted this as much as I did. Then she did something that surprised me. She licked the cock clean and tilted her body down to kiss me. I could smell and taste myself on her tongue. We both moaned into the kiss. This was definitely the pleasurable cruise the travel agent had promised me.

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“God, what a day,” Brenda commented to fellow sales girl, Rene, “it’s just been one customer after another!” “Going back to school will seem like a vacation!” “I hear ya,” Rene replied while totaling up her sales for the day, “it’s a lot of work but we were lucky to get such good jobs over Christmas vacation!” “Yeah, you’re right,” Brenda replied with a sigh, “but my feet are still killing me!” The two nineteen year olds spent the next five minutes adding up their sales when at just the stroke of six the front door to the store flew open and a fiftyish woman burst inside and asked, “You’re still open aren’t you, I mean the door was unlocked and all?!?” Brenda half rolled her eyes to her friend before reluctantly replying, “Of course we’re open, how may I help you, ma’am?” Rene gave a nod and a wink before slipping out the side door leaving Brenda alone in the store to close up. “I’ll be with you in a second,” Brenda said to the well dressed woman, “I have to lock the front door.” “No problem,” the woman replied, “take your time.” After locking the door, pulling down the shades, and hanging a closed sign in the front window, Brenda returned to the rear of the store and asked politely, “Now, what can I help you with?” “Well,” the woman replied, “I need some lingerie, mostly panties and bras.” “We have a nice selection over here,” Brenda offered while leading the woman by the arm to a display along the back wall, “I’m sure that we can find something that meets your satisfaction.” “Now, what size do you take?” “I’m not sure,” the woman replied, “you see I’ve put on a little weight……..” “Well, let’s measure you and see where were at,” Brenda replied smoothly while pulling a cloth tape measure from her pocket, “if you’d like to remove your coat, I can measure you up!” “Oh, certainly,” the woman answered quickly, “by the way, my name’s Emma.” “It’s nice to meet you, Emma, my name is Brenda.” She waited patiently while Emma removed her jacket and was a little taken aback by the size of the older woman’s chest! To say the least she was very busty indeed! Brenda was about to take the bust measurements when just as calm a cool as you please Emma also slipped off her silk blouse, leaving her standing their in her bra and skirt!

Momentarily flustered, Brenda’s hands shook slightly but she managed to slip the tape around Emma’s massive chest whereupon she said aloud, “Forty four inches on the bust, now for the hips!” Again she was taken by surprise when Emma quickly slid off her skirt and slip leaving her in only her panties and bra. “Since you locked up I don’t think anyone can see me,” Emma whispered. “Uh, no, that’s okay,” Brenda stammered, “no problem at all, now just let me slip the tape around your hips……..” “Forty two inches,” Brenda intoned, “is that about what you’d figured?” “Mmmmmm, pretty close,” the woman replied while looking at her profile in the mirror. “Do you think my boobs are too big?” she asked while jutting her chest out. “Ma’am, I really don’t know,” Brenda replied awkwardly, “they look just fine to me.” “What size do you wear?” she asked the young woman casually. “I-I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Brenda replied red faced. Emma turned back to face the sales girl, and in a low voice replied, “The reason I ask, is because I want to try on a bra that’s your size.”

Brenda’s shivered a little at the low sultry tone Emma was using in their conversation, but after taking a moment to regain her composure she asked in a shaky voice, “W-why would you want to do that?” “I just do,” Emma snapped, “now get me a low cut white satin bra in your size, snap to it, girl!” The forcefulness of Emma’s tone was enough to make Brenda jump a little, but after only a moment’s hesitation she retrieved a size 36c cup bra and handed it to the near naked woman. “Now, help me with mine, please,” Emma ordered, “that’s a girl, undo the catches for me!” Seconds later Emma’s huge mammaries flopped out of her bra and down onto her round soft belly. Involuntarily Brenda gasped at their incredible size which brought a small smile to Emma’s almost impassive face. “See what I mean?” Emma asked. “They make me look like a cow!” “Oh, no,” Brenda replied quickly, “they’re pretty big, but they look really beautiful!” “Why thank you, child,” the older woman replied with a smile, “now help me with this bra.” Gamely Brenda tried to force the huge tits into the c cups, but it was more than useless. “I’m sorry,” a nervous Brenda replied while her shaking hands tried to maneuver the huge udder into the tiny bra, “they’re just too big!”

I guess you’re right,” Emma said softly. “I have a better idea, why don’t you suck my nipples for me?” “Just look at how hard you’re made them!” All at once the store seemed very warm and Brenda’s head was spinning like a top! “O-oh no,” she replied weakly while staring at the pink tipped monsters, “I’ve never……….” “You’ve never tasted another woman’s nipples, is that right?” Emma asked gently while cupping them in her small hands. Now almost unable to speak, Brenda merely nodded her head in the affirmative while beads of sweat ran down her cheeks and onto her chin. “Mmmmm, that’s all for the better,” Emma enthused, “I just love it when an inexperienced young woman sucks my tits!” Emma then stepped right up next to the stunned young woman and as if on automatic pilot offered no resistance what so ever when she was fed a fat nipple into her gaping mouth!”

Emma sighed contentedly as the young woman sucked gently on her bulging breast. “You have such a nice mouth, now let’s try this one for a while!” Without missing a beat Emma switched nipples and let Brenda nurse on the other one for a few minutes. Brenda couldn’t believe any of this was happening to her!!! What was truly incredible was that she hadn’t even tried to stop it from happening! Instead she just stood there like a statue and did as she was told! What was even more frightening was the fact that having her face buried in the bosom of the big titted stranger was incredibly arousing, a fact which she was sure was not lost on the dominant old bitch! And she was just about to find out just exactly how much the old woman knew, because as the glassy eyed girl looked on, Emma gently pushed her away and without further of do slipped off her panties and plopped down on a chair with her legs spread wide apart!!!

Even in her state of stunned arousal this was too much for Brenda to take! “W-what are you doing?!?” she gasped while ogling the hairiest pussy she had ever seen in her young life. “I’m not doing anything,” Emma replied softly, “but you are!!!” “Now wait a minute,” Brenda recoiled, “if you think I’m gonna……..” “Gonna do what?” Emma interrupted. “Y-you know,” a slightly confused Brenda replied. With a bemused look on her face Emma answered gently, “No, I’m afraid I don’t know, please, explain it to me.” Brenda couldn’t pull her eyes from the bulging organ that puffed obscenely towards her, and much to her consternation she realized that she had absentmindedly begun rubbing her pussy through her jeans! Emma smiled sweetly at the frightened young woman, and with a come hither to gesture stuck out her arms and beckoned Brenda to come to her!

It was really like a magnet! The incredible attraction of Emma’s fat pussy was literally over powering! With a shudder rumbling through her, Brenda dropped to her knees between the old woman’s open thighs and without so much as a hint of hesitation pressed her mouth directly into the dense hair pie! “Oh fuck that’s good,” Emma groaned, “mmmmmmm, baby, that’s it, do mama’s fat clit for her!!!” Emma just love having young women orally satisfy her, and Brenda was fast on her way to becoming a prized pupil! While the overheated little slut ate her drenched vagina, Emma pulled one of her huge nipples to her mouth and began sucking it in perfect time with Brenda’s lappings! For the next ten minutes it was all Emma could do to keep from losing her nut right then and there! For a beginner Brenda had a fantastic affinity for clit licking, and while she tried to hold back, it was only a matter of time before her big cunt spasmed hard two or three times before wrenching a mind blowing climax directly into the mouth of the hot tongued cunt lapper!!!

“G-good god,” Emma gasped while still in a state of total and utter satisfaction, “you are a fucking wonder, I’d love to take you home with me!!!” After giggling nervously while wiping Emma’s pussy juice from her chin, and her own pussy begging for release, Brenda shoved down her jeans and panties and buried three fingers deep inside of her over heated muff! Seeing the slim young woman frantically masturbating only several feet from her was more than Emma could take! Dropping her own fingers into her cunt she joined Brenda as the two of them fingered themselves to orgasms that left them both gasping for breath and wondering if their hearts would burst through their chests!!!

When she finally regained her senses Brenda asked quietly, “Now, would like to try on a bra your own size?!?”

THE END

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As Chase and her family travels north, they comes across Sarah, one of Mark’s bastards, trapped in stocks and being gangbanged for being a slut.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrants’ Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Seven: Sister in the Stocks

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Sunday, May 29th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sacramento, CA

I was feeling so much better when I woke up beside Sister Stella the next morning, sunlight streaming through our window. Last night had been magical. I couldn’t resist brushing the light-blonde hair from her cheek. I leaned over to nuzzle and kiss her. We reeked of hot pussy, that wonderful musk of love.

My pussy itched and my lips worked over to her mouth. I kissed her sweet lips, my tongue teasing her. Stella stirred, her gray eyes opening. Her mouth worked against mine, her arms tightening around my shoulders. I thrust my tongue into her depths, swirling it around in her mouth. Our breasts pressed together, her nipple hardening against my soft flesh.

“Good morning,” Stella smiled when I broke the kiss. “Praise the Creator. I need to say a special prayer for bringing us together.”

“I don’t think your Creator likes gays.”

“He loves everyone,” Stella giggled. “He just doesn’t like everything we do.”

“Like this?” I leaned over and sucked her hard, pink nipple into my lips. I tongued the hard nub, swirling around it.

“Yeah,” she squealed, her hands stroking my auburn hair. “But you have to stop.”

“Why?” I asked, kissing over to her other, small breast. “Because it’s the Lord’s day?”

“Because I have to pee,” she giggled. “Then we can continue.”

I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, engulfing as much of her breast as I could. I loved her squeals as I teased her nipple. My pussy itched between my thighs as she writhed beneath me. Her silky pubic hair tickled my stomach, growing damp with her excitement as I played with her delicate nipple.

“Please, Chase,” she moaned. “You’re a saint. Have mercy on my bladder.”

I giggled around her nipple, my mouth popping off. “But I’m such a bad saint.” I kissed between her breasts. “Maybe if you beg louder I’ll show you some mercy.”

“Please, oh beautiful and sexy Chase,” Stella giggled as I kissed down her belly. She had flawless skin, and a cute, innie bellybutton. “Please!” she squealed as I tongued her bellybutton.

Her giggling laughs and squirming body kept me tonguing her belly button. Her face grew red as she struggled to breathe, her legs spasming. She struggled to speak between her gasps. Her fists grabbed the bedspread.

“Please!” she chortled. “I can’t…mercy…Chase…I need…”

“Okay,” I sighed, kissing down to her pubic mound. I nuzzled her pubic hair, letting the curls caress my lips. I moved lower, pushing her thighs apart as I settled between them. Her pussy was tight, almost virginal, and a spicy scent tickled my nose. I savored her scent before I latched my mouth on to her urethra, sucking hard.

“I need to pee!” Stella protested. “You promised me mercy.”

My blue eyes locked on her gray, and I arched my eyebrows. Stella licked her lips, her hips undulating. “You don’t mean…?” she gasped.

“Yep,” I smiled. “It’s such an intimate act. I haven’t done it in…decades.”

“Decades…I forget how much older you are. You look eighteen.”

“But I’m…” I paused to think. “Fifty-eight. But I still can be as wild as an eighteen year old.”

I locked my lips back onto her pussy. I wanted to drink her urine. I wanted to experience this intimacy with Stella. I wanted to share everything with her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tight.

“Okay,” Stella said, her face straining. “This is…kinda hard.” Her cheeks flushed. “But kinda hot.”

I moaned my agreement.

Her urine splashed into my mouth, salty and bitter. I drank it down greedily, savoring the flavor. Stella let out a moan, her hips bucking as her eyes widened. “Oh, my,” she purred. “That’s…nice.”

I swallowed as fast as I could, her stream splashing into my mouth. My stomach grew warm, my own bladder full. Her stream began to dwindle, allowing me to swirl the piss between my mouth, savoring her urine.

“That was amazing!” Sister Stella moaned.

The last dribbles came out. My tongue licked out, swirling through her pussy to find every drop of her urine that clung to her folds. Her spicy excitement mixed with the last traces of her urine. I feasted, my tongue wiggling, looking for every drop of her that I could. Her silky lips pressed on my mouth as I rooted around in her depths. I moved my tongue lower, probing her tunnel as my fingers found her clit.

“Oh, Chase! You wonderful woman! You’re so loving!”

I wiggled my tongue in and out of her pussy as I pinched her clit. Her hips bucked again. Stella pinched her nipples, her gasps squeaking through the air. Her thighs pressed on my cheeks as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

Stella screamed when her orgasm burst through her. Her juices flooded into my mouth. I drank them all down as her pussy ground on my lips. I kept licking her, prolonging her bliss for as long as I could.

“Chase!” Stella moaned. “You wonderful, beautiful, sexy woman. Oh, yes! You’re so talented! Yes!”

“Mmm, see, isn’t that nice and intimate?” I asked.

“So nice.” Stella bit her lip. “Can I…return the favor?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” I said, climbing up her body. I planted my pussy on her hungry lips, grinding on her. “You ready?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Do it before I chicken out.”

Stella’s lips nuzzled into my shaved pussy. She latched onto my urethra. I took a deep breath and released my bladder. I shivered as my urine poured out, splashing into her awaiting mouth. My pussy clenched in delight, dripping juices down on her face.

It was so hot, so intimate, to hear my lover swallow my urine. My pussy burned, my orgasm already swelling. Her fingers found my clit, playing with my nub as I peed in her hungry mouth. I gasped in delight, her finger teasing me.

“You naughty nun,” I moaned. “Play with my clit and drink my pee.”

I squeezed on my bladder, forcing out every drop of my urine into her hungry mouth. Her fingers pinched my clit, rolling the sensitive nub as her tongue began swiping through my folds. She was eager to get every drop of my pee and pussy cream.

I squirmed atop her, grabbing the bed’s headboard as I rode her face. Her tongue was agile, brushing through all the wonderful spots inside me. The pleasure swelled fast through me, stirred by her fingers pinching my clit.

“Yes!” I moaned, the bed creaking as my body bucked. “You wonderful woman. Keep licking me! I’m gonna squirt so much pussy cream into your mouth.”

“Good!” Stella moaned. “Flood my mouth. I love your pussy juices!”

My back arched, my breasts heaving as I squirmed on her face. I let out a low moan as my orgasm swelled through my body. My fingernails scrapped on the wooden headboard as a spasm of pleasure rolled through me.

And then I came.

“Stella!” I screamed as my pussy clenched, squirting my juices into her hungry mouth.
Violent waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My nipples tingled as I spasmed and buck, my breasts heaving. Her fingers pinched harder on my clit, adding tsunamis of bliss racing through my body and crashing into my mind.

“Shit!” I groaned. “Oh, yes! You wonderful nun! I love you, Stella!”

“I love you, too, Chase,” her muffled voice whispered. “The Creator guided us together. I’m so happy.”

My pleasure began to fade as I scooted down her body, draping myself upon her. I stroked her cheeks, her gray eyes misty with tears. “I agree.” I leaned down and kissed her. With her help, I would be rid of my gift. I could grow old. I would convince Stella to give up her power, and then we’d live with the twins and Queenie.

One happy family.

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Rex Glassner

“I bought a whore!” I beamed at Chase as she and Stella finally showed up holding hands.

Chase shook her head. “You had two other women to fuck. Why did you need a whore?”

“She looked like Mary,” he answered. “I always wanted to fuck your mom.”

“You want to be like Dad, huh?” she laughed, ruffling my dark hair. “And did you share your whore with your wives?”

“Yes, he did,” my twin sister smiled, coming up to hug Chase. “I see you and Stella are beaming. I’m so happy.”

“Why?” I frowned.

Queenie giggled behind me. My buxom wife hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my neck. “You’re such a boy, Rex.”

“So,” I shrugged. “It’s good to be a boy. We got big dicks that you ladies can’t resist.”

Reina giggled, reaching down to cup my cock through my jeans. “So full of yourself, huh.”

“I tamed both of you.” I kissed Reina on the mouth and pulled her close. “So what are you talking about?”

“They’re together,” Reina said, rolling her eyes.

I looked at my older sister and the nun, both smiling and sharing glances. “Oh. Well, Stella’s better than Joab.”

“Definitely,” Chase nodded and gave Stella a quick kiss. “Well, let’s get down the road. We have a long way to go.”

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Saturday, June 4th, 2072 – Queenie Glassner – Redding, CA

The walking grew easier as we headed north up the ruins of I-5. Much of the concrete road still stood, but it was cracked and broken in spots. Luckily, the overpasses still remained passable, for the most part. Planks of wood or corrugated metal were laid over holes that had formed. Travelers streamed down the road, some riding on horses, others leading pack mules.

At night, we camped. We didn’t have the money to stay in an inn at every village we passed through. I didn’t mind. It was so intimate in our tent. Rex, Reina, and I squirmed together, shifting around and changing who would be in the middle. Despite how tired we were at the end of the day, we still found time to have fun.

As we headed north, the road began to climb, passing into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Mount Shasta loomed ahead, capped by snowy peaks as we neared the town of Redding. The mountain was gorgeous. I had never seen the like.

“Mount Rainier’s more impressive,” Chase grinned at me when I stopped at noon, staring up at the mountain in awe. We had a perfect view as the highway curved.

“Really?” I gasped.

“And Mount Hood,” she added. “Though St. Helens not nearly as much.”

I goggled at all these names she said so casually. “You’ve been around the whole world, haven’t you, big sis?”

Chase gave me a smile and I blushed. “Sorry, Chase. I know I’m not your real sister.”

“You are. You married my brother. You’re my sister.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

“Do you kiss all your sisters?” I giggled.

“All of them,” she nodded. “And yes, I’ve been around the whole world. I’ve walked through the Sahara. I’ve lain in the Dead Sea. I sat atop Victoria Falls and watched what seemed like all the water in the world pour off into the green below. I’ve walked the Andes, the Appalachians, and the Alps.”

“What are those?”

“Mountains. The Andes and the Alps put the Sierra Nevada to shame, but the Appalachians are only mountains to the people on the East Coast. They haven’t seen real mountains.”

“Oh,” I nodded.

“We need to keep moving. I want to make Redding by dusk. It’ll be nice to sleep in a proper bed.”

“After six days, I couldn’t agree more,” Sister Stella smiled. “Though we made the best of it.”

I gave a wicked giggle. “I heard.”

“We’re nothing compared to the noise that comes out of your tent,” Chase laughed, putting her arm around my shoulders.

Smoke rose ahead as we neared Redding. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee, and straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp,walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the heart of Redding.

The people of Redding wore more flannel than I had seen. The town was a mix of the old-style of buildings that the Theocracy built, along with newer wooden buildings. Women tended gardens while watching their children play in the streets. Men drove wagons laden with lumber. The sun was setting, casting long shadows down the street.

And that’s when I saw the stocks.

“Take it, whore!” a man said, rutting with a woman trapped in them. I gasped in shock, my cheeks reddening. The woman was naked, her brown hair falling about her face thrust through the stocks. Her breasts were round, about the size of Chases, and jiggled as the man pumped away.

“That’s disgusting,” Sister Stella muttered. “They’re not supposed to do that anymore.”

“What did she do?” I gasped as the man grunted, pulling his cock out and spilling his cum on her backside.

“Sexual impropriety,” Stella muttered. “They’re trying to fuck the slut out of her.”

“How horrible.”

“You’re up,” the man said, pulling up his fly and slapping a boy on the back.

“Been looking forward to having a go,” he grinned, unfastening his pants and pulling out a hard cock.

The woman in the stocks gasped as the new cock entered her. The boy pumped hard, his ass, half exposed by his sagging pants, clenching as he drove into her. The boy’s face was twisted by passion.

My husband looked on with interest, eyeing the woman’s breasts. I marched over to him. “ What are you thinking about doing, Rex Glassner?” I demanded. “You are not having a turn with that woman.”

“Did you see the sign?” Rex growled, taking a step forward.

I seized his arm. “You will not do this!” I informed him, my anger mounting.

Rex jerked at my arm, whirling to face me. “Let go, Queenie.”

I had never disobeyed my husband before. I held on tight.

Reina grasped my wrist. “Let him go,” she hissed. “Did you see the sign?”

I looked up to read it. I let Rex go when I did.

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Rex Glassner

My anger boiled the moment I saw the sign, banishing the lust that had almost overwhelmed me. It was disgusting. Queenie’s hand let go of me and I rushed forward, my fist balling up as I pounded across the gravel.

“Wait your turn!” a filthy old man spat, his teeth rotten.

I punched him in the face. He went stumbling back, spitting out bloody teeth. Then I turned and seized the youth pumping away at my sister trapped in the stocks. He gaped in astonishment as my fist crashed into his face.

“What the fuck!” the man who had just finished yelled before taking a swing at me.

“You are not fucking my sister!” I roared.

On a sign above the stocks read, “I am one of Mark Glassner’s demonic spawn. My filthy pussy needs purification. Cleanse me of my sins.”

The man threw a punch. His breath stank of beer and he stumbled. I caught his badly thrown hook with my arm then drove my fist into his face. He stumbled back, his pants falling down. He hadn’t fastened them up after finishing using my sister.

My sister in the stocks glanced at me, her brown hair falling away to reveal a delicate, doll’s face with big, blue eyes. The same eyes my twin and I possessed. I nodded at her. “They won’t touch you, sister of mine.”

“Sister…” she croaked.

Footsteps pounded behind me. Reina and Queenie reached the stocks, fumbling at the lock as the boy recovered. “You fucking asshole,” he snarled. “I was fucking that whore.”

“She’s no whore!” I roared. I had never been so angry in my life. I swung at the youth.

He blocked my blow and his punch caught me on my jaw. I stumbled back, pain throbbing in my cheek. I glared at him as I recovered and seized his arm as he threw another punch. I had strength from working the farm, and I used it to spin him around and slam him into the stock’s frame. He reeled back, blood spurting from his head.

The other men who had been waiting for their turn to gangbang my sister cracked their knuckles and spread out as they approached me. I swallowed, my anger pumping hard, but fear was eating away at the edges.

“Stop this!” Sister Stella demanded, striding up between me and them. She wore her nun’s habit, glaring at all of them.

The men paused. “Sister,” one nodded.

“Why are you raping this poor woman?” she demanded, hands on her hips. “Surely you’ve heard the word from Rome. No woman is to be put in stocks and demeaned in this fashion. It is unchristian. It is a perversion of the bible. You are the ones sinning, not her!”

“But…the Preacher, she said it was okay. We had to fuck the slut out of her. And she has one big slut in her. She’s been whoring herself out since she was fourteen.”

“No I haven’t!” my sister snarled. “I work as a wet nurse!”

I joined my wives as they stared at the iron padlock keeping shut the wooden stocks. My sister’s eyes followed me around, a considering look on her face. “Why do you call me your sister?” she asked as I picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground.

“You’re a daughter of Mark Glassner?” I asked.

She nodded. “My ma was one of those virgins he liked messing around with.”

“Well, I’m his son, and that’s my twin sister.”

She blinked. “What?”

I slammed the rock down on the padlock. “We’ll get you out. I’m not letting my sister get gang-raped.”

Reina nodded and Queenie hugged me from behind.

“And the one with big tits? Is she a sister?”

“By marriage,” I answered, slamming down the rock again. The metal dented. The lock was cheap. A third hit split it open. I tore the remains off and flipped the stocks up. My sister stood up, stretching her arms and back, thrusting her rather nice breasts forward. Milk beaded her dark nipples.

“Do you always look at your sisters tits?” she asked.

“Always,” I nodded. “Right, Reina?”

“All the time,” my twin giggled. “They’re a nice set.”

Our new sister blushed. “Wait…you’re not joking?”

“You know the stories they say about our dad. We have his appetites.” I grinned. “That’s why I have two women. What’s your name?”

“Sarah,” she answered, throwing a look over her shoulder. “And here comes the Preacher. She’s gonna throw me back in. Probably have me whipped, too.”

“No, she won’t,” I promised her.

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Sarah Goldman

I studied my new siblings. Other than their blue eyes, we really didn’t look a lot alike. Their mother must have been Hispanic to give them the brown-hued skin and darker hair. Rex eyed me more than a brother should. I looked around at the men who had been fucking me and back at my brother. His knuckles were bloodied.

“What in the name of Blessed Chasity is going on?” the Preacher boomed, her voice carrying. She was a stout woman in a black, high-necked dress, a large, wooden cross clutched between her powerful hands.

Reina snorted in laughter. “That’s great.”

“What is?” I asked, moving my hands to cover up my breasts. Rex’s eyes sent a flush through my body. I suddenly felt so bashful before him.

“Chasity is our sister,” Reina answered, pointing at the red-haired woman striding up to the nun.

“Really?” I gaped. “She’s so young.”

“She doesn’t age ’cause she’s special,” Queenie answered as she pulled a blanket from her bag. Then she draped it over my shoulders. “There you go. No since in letting all the guys, including your brother, ogle you.”

“I rescued her, you think that would earn me a little ogling.”

“A little,” I nodded, giving him a smile. “And I think you’ve gotten it.”

“I don’t care what order you claim to be a part of, young lady. We’re doin’ the Lords work in Redding!” roared the Preacher. “Saint Chasity herself appeared before me in a vision and told me to chastise the little trollop.”

“I appeared in a vision before you?” the red haired woman demanded. “That’s news to me. I must have been a sleep when I projected my spirit.”

“Out of the way, strumpet,” declared the Preacher. “You keep declaring blasphemy and claiming to be a holy personage, I will add you to the stocks and let the men satiate their vile lusts on your body.”

Chasity swelled up her chest. A nimbus of golden light sprang about her. “I am the Holy Prophetess of the Creator!” she declared, her voice ringing true. I heard her clearly. I shuddered in awe.

The Preacher stumbled back. “What trick of the Enemy is this?”

“No trick,” Chasity declared. She really was the holy saint. “I stood upon the slopes of Mount Sinai and restored the Gift! I plunged the dagger into my father’s side and freed you! But I didn’t free you so you could inflict more harm in my name!”

“Demon!” the Preacher screeched, branding her large cross as a club and swinging it at the Holy Saint.

Golden light surrounded Chasity. She flashed up into the heavens. The Preacher’s swing struck nothing, and the stout woman stumbled forward, falling to her knees. The light flashed back down, Chasity appearing in its golden nimbus behind the woman.

“Only I can travel by the Light of Heaven like an Angel!” Chasity roared. “I did not suffer such grief and anguish so a petty bigot like you could have my little sister raped!”

A tear trickled down my cheek. No one had ever been kind to me. Everyone in Redding had known who my father was. I was picked on as a child. When I was fourteen, the last preacher, Father Gideon, protected me, so long as I let him crawl into my bed, but when he got me with child, he cast me out. His child had been stillborn, and I had managed to find employee as a wet nurse for Mrs. Thatcher, the sawmill owner’s wife.

Until the Preacher arrived with her visions.

“Help me!” screamed the Preacher as she struggled to rise, her legs tangled in her skirts. “Seize the demon! She must be punished!”

“But…but…she’s the Saint,” gaped one of the men who raped me. He fell to his knees. “I had no idea she was your sister. We was just followin’ the Preacher.”

“You will all burn!” the Preacher hissed, standing back up. She pulled a gun from dress and aimed it at Chasity.

The Saint spread her arms wide, inviting the shot. The Preacher fired.

“No!” I gasped in horror as Chasity was struck. She fell back in a spray of blood.

“See! If she was a Saint, she wouldn’t bleed!” howled the Preacher. She fired the gun again and again, more blood spurting from Chasity’s body.

Golden light danced on Chasity’s body. Her wounds healed. The Preacher’s gun dropped from her hand as the Saint sat back up. “You ruined my shirt,” muttered Chasity as she fingered her stained blouse.

Two of the men seized the stunned Preacher. “We’ll see she’s punished, your Saintfulness,” they said and began taking her to the stocks.

“Just run her out of town,” Chase groaned. “And tear those damned things down.” She looked at her shirt. “And someone get me a new shirt! I don’t have that many!”

“Did you come to save me?” I asked, turning around to face my siblings, tears running down my cheeks.

Reina and Queenie hugged me. “I’m afraid not,” Reina whispered. “But we’re glad we came by. We’re on our way to see our father.”

I froze. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Queenie hissed. “People shouldn’t know.”

“She won’t tell anyone,” Reina said. “Right?”

I nodded my head. “So you’re going to leave me here?” I trembled, glancing at the stocks.

“I’m sorry.” Reina hugged me tighter. “But I’m glad we saved you.”

I bit my lip, a tremble running through my body. What would happen to me when they left? Everyone I knew and loved were dead, which weren’t a lot of people, just my ma and my poor, baby boy.

“It’s not fair,” I whispered, my tears coming. I finally found more family, and they were leaving.

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Reina Glassner

Queenie brushed my hair as we sat on the bed in our hotel room. Rex lounged on the bed beside us, naked and staring up at the ceiling. He had been quiet since the fight. Watching him punch those men had been so hot. He had been a stud, standing up for his sibling.

I wondered how many other of our siblings were out there being tormented because of who our father was. It wasn’t right. None of us could control that. So why did we have to pay? According to Chasity, the men who burned our mother were planning on killing us, and we were just babes, barely a few weeks old.

“I hate them,” I muttered.

“Who?” Queenie asked.

“The Christians. They all claim to be about loving and caring, but they kill and hurt just as much as everyone else.”

Queenie’s lips kissed my naked shoulder. “I know. Those stocks were foul. What they were doing to poor Sarah was monstrous. But we stopped it.”

“For her. But what about our other siblings?”

Rex’s hand brushed mine. “There’s not much we can do for them. Unless we wander across more. And what are the odds? Our dad fucked a lot of women, but there is still, what, thousands of people in the world.”

“I think there’s more than that,” Queenie said. “Like…millions. Like the stars.”

“So many,” I whispered, shaking my head.

There was a rap at the door. “Yes?” Rex asked, standing up and walking to the door.

“Did you order a whore?” Queenie demanded.

“No,” Rex laughed. “I should’ve.” He yanked open the door. Sarah stood there, dressed in a worn skirt and blouse, biting her lip.

“Hi,” she said, swallowing. “May I come in?”

“Sure,” Rex grinned, his eyes roaming her body as she past. My brother could be such a pig, like every guy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to face her.

Sarah’s cheeks reddened as she realized we were naked. She glanced at our brother, lingering on his half-hard cock. “I want to come with you when you leave.”

“It’s a long journey,” I told her. “And it’s dangerous.”

“There’s nothing for me here,” she said, her fingers unbuttoning her dress. “I’m prepared to come with you.”

“You don’t have to get naked,” Queenie gasped.

“It’s fine,” Rex grinned as Sarah’s breasts came into view.

“You think it’s fine because you only think with your cock,” I said, standing up and walking to my sister. “You don’t have to do this.”

“But…” she swallowed.

“You can come with us. But you don’t have to sleep with our brother. You’re not his whore. I know you’ve been used badly.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugged. “I don’t mind. I…I want to be his. He’s the only man that’s ever stood up to me. I can be his wife, too.”

“That’s the stupidest reason to be his wife,” I groaned.

“I’m fine with it.”

“Quiet,” I hissed at Rex, even as my subconscious whispered, She has lactating breasts. I want to taste her milk. I want to take her to bed and suckle on her big tits.

“I want to be his,” Sarah said, growing more confident.

“Fine,” I whispered, my eyes drifting down to those tits. I couldn’t help myself. I was as much a pervert as my brother. “You can share our bed tonight. In the morning, you can decide if you want to come with us as our lover or our sister. But not wife. You have to actually love the idiot.”

“Yes,” Queenie nodded.

“And he has to love you.”

“I love her already,” Rex groaned.

“You just love that ass,” I giggled, turning Sarah. I gave her rear a spank. “It is a nice ass.”

Sarah gasped, her cheeks blushing.

“For someone with mother’s milk, you sure blush like a maid,” I giggled, pinching her nipple. My finger grew wet. Creamy milk beaded my digit, and I brought the succulent treat to my lips. My cheeks hallowed as I savored her treat. It was sweeter than cow’s milk, and my pussy grew wet as I stared at her dark-red nipple beading with more.

I took her hand and led her to the bed, pushing her down on it. She trembled. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked, spreading her legs. Her pussy was adorned by a soft down of brown hair. “After today?”

“He protected me,” Sarah whispered. “I need him to keep protecting me.”

“I’ll protect you whether or not I fuck you,” Rex grinned as he knelt between her legs, his fingers sliding up to her pussy.

“Our brother can be a sweetie,” I sighed.

Tears brimmed in Sarah’s eyes. “I’m sure. I’ve never had a choice before. I choose this.”

Rex grinned and buried his face into her pussy. Sarah’s eyes widened as she experienced the skill of our brother. Sweet sighs escaped her lips as her body writhed. I squeezed her breast, more delicious milk beading out.

I had to taste it straight from the source.

I leaned over, latching onto her nipple. I sucked hard, her warm milk squirting into my lips. I swirled the creamy treat around in my mouth, swallowing it and sucking again. It was so delicious. Sarah gasped, her hands stroking my dark hair as I nursed.

“Mmm, I need to try that,” Queenie moaned, leaning over and sucking on Sarah’s other tit. My wife let out a squeal of delight as she savored the naughty treat.

“Don’t hog all of it,” Rex said, lifting his face up.

I sucked a mouthful of her milk into my mouth and leaned over, planting a kiss on my brother’s lips. I shared our sister’s milk, and he shared her tangy pussy. Our tongues swirled as the sweet cream and tangy juices mixed together between our kisses.

“Don’t forget about Sarah,” Queenie reminded us. “She needs to be pleasured, spouses of mine.”

“Right,” I grinned, moving back up to Sarah’s breast. “How do you like it?”

“His mouth is amazing!” Sarah’s back arched. “Oh, yes! Oh, wow.”

“Queenie’s better,” I told her, and then dived down to suckle from her breast.

“I can’t wait to find out!” gasped Sarah. “Because this is heavenly!”

“Just let yourself go,” Rex growled. “I want you to cum on my lips, and then I’ll fuck you hard.”

“Yes!” screamed Sarah.

I nursed hard, more milk pouring into my mouth. I swirled it about. Queenie’s hand brushed mine, her eyes locking on mine as we nursed together. I squeezed her hand, loving her with my eyes as I suckled from my sweet sister’s teat.

Sarah bucked again, gasping louder. “Rex! Oh, wow! I think! I think it’s happening! I’m gonna! I’m gonna cum! Oh, yes!”

Her body thrashed. I held onto her tit for dear life, my mouth sealed to that nipple. I wasn’t about to release. I wanted all her milk. I wanted to drain her dry. Rex could enjoy her milk tomorrow. I drank greedily, my pussy itching fierce.

“Fuck me!” groaned Sarah. “Your lips are wonderful, but I need more!”

“Sure, sweet sister,” Rex grinned, rising to his knees. He seized her thighs, pulling her closer until his hard cock nudging at her pussy lips. “Have you ever eaten pussy before, Sarah?” Rex asked, teasing her snatch with his cock’s tip.

“No,” Sarah moaned.

“Want to try?” Rex grinned. “Reina has a tasty snatch.”

Sarah licked her lips, looking at me. “I…I…yes. I want to share everything with you three.”

Rex thrust into her. She gasped, her toes curling as Rex pounded her. I lifted up from her breast, my pussy on fire. “It’s easy,” I told her as I straddled her face. “Lick all those parts of your pussy that you like to touch at night.”

“Okay!” Sarah moaned as I descended to her lips.

Her first tongue swipe was hesitant, just like Queenie’s had been. I shuddered at the depravity of it. She was taking her first lick of pussy. My pussy. I squirmed on her face, the pleasure building as she grew more confident. She brushed my folds, her tongue dipping into my labia.

“How is she?” Rex asked, leaning over, his lips inches from mine.

“Better than you were the first time,” I grinned and kissed him hard.

Sarah moaned into my pussy as she tongued me. I shuddered atop her, grinding my hot pussy. This was so hot. I loved fucking my siblings. Queenie smiled up at us, her hands roaming our bodies, aiding the three of us as we made love.

She was a wonderful, supportive wife.

Rex’s balls slapped into her ass as he pounded her, the bed creaking in rhythm. Sarah moaned into my pussy, her tongue burrowing deeper, exploring my sheath. The pleasure swelled inside me, building thanks to her loving tongue. She moved through my folds, her fingers exploring, spreading me a part.

She found my clit.

“Yes!” I screamed, breaking my kiss with Rex as my orgasm burst through my body.

I writhed on her lips, pouring my juices into her hungry mouth. Sarah drank them all down. My back arched, my entire body bursting with pleasure. I spasmed hard, falling off her face and landing beside Queenie.

Queenie hugged me, her pillowy tits pressed into my back as we watched my siblings make love. It was such a beautiful sight. Rex’s muscular, brown body leaned over Sarah, his hands roaming her pale flesh as he kissed her. His tongue tasted my juices as they kissed. Sarah bucked beneath him, her legs and arms wrapping around him.

“Cum in her,” I whispered. “She needs it.”

“Yes, she does,” Queenie moaned, humping her wet pussy into my ass.

The pair writhed together, working towards their orgasm. I was in awe. It was like watching Rex make love to Queenie. I reached out, touching their bodies, wanting to share in this moment with them.

They moaned together, bucking and writhing as their orgasm burned through their bodies.

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Sarah Goldman

I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. I had no idea what the future held. But I had family again. I savored the warmth of Rex’s and Reina’s bodies as they held me. I didn’t have to live in fear. I didn’t have to dwell in darkness.

I didn’t have to be cursed for being Mark Glassner’s daughter.

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The Preacher

You shall scourge that demon who dares speak in my name!

“Yes, Holy Saint!” I gasped as I shuddered in ecstasy on the ground. I was outside of Redding, driven out by my flock thanks to that demon cunt.

The vision had fallen on me. My body trembled in ecstasy, my mouth foaming as the power of Saint Chasity filled me. She stood before me, shining with her brilliant light, as beautiful as the storm. Her heart was golden, beating in her breast. The Sacred Heart of Chasity.

They are heading north. In Oregon, you still have friends. The faithful will still listen to your words.

“Yes! Praise your holy name, Saint Chasity! I shall bring word that the Children of the Tyrant and a demon walk the earth. The Holy Liberation Army of Oregon shall rally behind me! We shall bring their might down upon them and smite them with the Lord’s fury!”

To be continued…

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