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"Zombie"
"Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive nature of a child, it was that of the kind of child who liked to pull the wings off of flies and torture frogs.
Addison Burke wondered, sometimes, why he allowed himself to suffer Griffith Sunderland's dubious hospitality time and time again. Certainly they were both Englishmen abroad, and both shared the unique view of men far from their home country for one reason or another--Addison's medical work for the British Empire took him to Haiti, while Griffith...he never spoke of his reasons for living so far from Britain, but Addison had picked up gossip at the consulate. Some sort of scandal, related to his researches. It didn't surprise Addison in the slightest.
But the camaraderie of exiles abroad wasn't all of it; the staff at the British Consulate was small, but not so small that Addison couldn't choose to pass his time with them instead of the natives--or the ubiquitous Americans, of course. Addison had heard that they were finally beginning to pull out, but one American always seemed to be boisterous enough for five ordinary men. Even so, their company might be preferable to Griffith's displays of "interesting" medical curiosities.
But to admit it, if only to himself, Addison did find his time with Griffith interesting, even enthralling. He might shudder and wince at the strange and unusual exhibits that Griffith brought forth in the eerie half-light of his study--the dog that contrived to bark for a full minute after Griffith had removed its head from its body, the chicken with two heads that pecked and squabbled with each other, the woman whose body was covered with a pelt of fine, velvety hair--but the morbid curiosity that lurked within Addison's soul made him return, week after week, for another chat over a late afternoon tea as the warm autumn nights drew in.
That curiosity made him say, "Interesting in what sense?" to Griffith, whose keen eyes watched him with a knowing gleam. He was sure that his...friend? No, even if Addison was willing to call Griffith friend, he felt sure that Griffith felt true affection for no human being, possibly not even himself. Acquaintance, perhaps. He was sure that his acquaintance derived as much pleasure from seeing Addison struggle with his own sense of propriety as he did from displaying his rarities.
"Interesting in my usual sense, of course," Griffith replied with feigned casualness. "Although I confess, this one is more interesting than most. Cost me a pretty penny, too. And let me tell you, Addison old chap, there were times when I felt like I was bargaining with my very soul." He laughed, almost a cackle. "I was as surprised as you probably are to find out I had one."
Addison merely smiled thinly in response. The comment felt too true to do more; though he thought that Griffith was a brilliant man, and perhaps someday a legend for his medical researches, there was no question that the man acted purely out of intellectual curiosity rather than out of any concern for his fellow man. He had no qualms about unearthing corpses, inflicting pain, anything and everything to push the boundaries of ignorance one iota further back. He was a cold man. Addison had read Shelley's 'Frankenstein' once, marveling at the lessons on the hubris of the man of knowledge. He suspected that Griffith had read it as well, taking notes on the practicalities of animating the dead.
"But I see you need more than words to pique your interest, eh? Then perhaps I should introduce you to my houseguest." He stood up, and headed to the door of the study. Throwing it open, he clapped his hands loudly and shouted, "Ayida! Come!" Then he returned to his seat. "She will be along presently.
"Ayida's case is a curious one, medically. There's nothing obviously wrong with the girl. No deformity, no gross injury or immediate physical ailment. And yet..." Ayida walked slowly into the room, wearing nothing but a simple gray dress, and Addison found himself starting in his chair. "And yet, it is immediately obvious to anyone who looks at her that Ayida was buried a week ago."
Addison forced himself to look at the girl as she closed the door behind her, then stood perfectly still in front of them. She was a young native girl, quite attractive if you were the sort of person who found favor in the features of a Negress; her skin, though, had a grayish cast to it, as though she had been dusted with ashes. Addison knew, from examinations of natives who had taken ill, that this was an indication of severe pallor; whatever illness she was suffering from, it had drained her of all color save the pigmentation of her race.
But it was not the pallor that marked her out as...Addison's mind reeled, refusing to believe Griffith's sensational words. As ill, he decided. Rather, it was her stance, her gait, the unyielding vacancy to her stare. Ayida walked as one would imagine the dead to walk. She held no flicker of intelligence in her eyes (and Addison had spent enough time with the natives to know that any who held the Negro to be of inferior intellect was a bigot and a fool.) She stood there, endlessly patient. Addison refused to hold to Griffith's words, but he could see how one might believe them to be true. "A...zombie?" he asked at last.
"Ah," Griffith said, his smile somehow terrible to behold. "I see you are familiar with the local lore. Good. That saves me some effort, I think."
"Well," Addison practically stammered out, "I have read Seabrook's book on the subject, but--"
"Seabrook?" Griifith shouted out. "A deviant and a drunkard to boot! A simple-minded fame-seeker who stared a zombie in the face and couldn't see it for what it was!" Addison had seen Griffith like this before, on rare occasions, usually involving members of the medical profession back in England. Griffith normally had an even temperament, but he could become furious when discussing someone he believed had slighted him. Apparently he and William Seabrook had met, on the latter's famous trip to the island some two years past.
Griffith's rant didn't cease for a moment. "Did you know the fool dismissed them at first as congenital idiots? Even with my help, my guidance, my insight, he merely saw enough to suspect 'a drug of some kind'. And then he sailed off to write his ridiculous book, not even thinking or caring what he might have witnessed! The perverted, sensationalistic fool!" Griffith's cheeks flushed red with anger. The last time Addison had inadvertently provoked one of these fits of temper, Griffith had thrown him out of the house. Looking at Ayida, Addison wasn't sure if he'd even be bothered if it happened again tonight.
"Look at her!" Griffith shouted, darting to his feet and grabbing a stethoscope from a table nearby. "Examine her, Addison, and tell me if Ayida's condition is the result of 'congenital idiocy'!" He nearly flung the instrument at Addison, and Addison decided to humor his acquaintance.
He walked over to Ayida and pressed the stethoscope to her chest. Even in the stillness of Griffith's study, he had to listen for long moments to be sure he wasn't imagining the beating of her heart. He placed his hand in front of her mouth, feeling for even the tiniest stirring of breath in her lungs. "She's alive," he said, but he was surprised at the lack of certainty in his voice.
"Four days ago," Griffith said, his rage finally seeming to subside a bit, "you would not even have noticed that degree of animation in her body. The day she 'died', not a doctor in the world would have suspected even a hint of life remained in her body."
"Then how--" Addison pulled the stethoscope from his ears. "Look here, Griffith, I'm not about to believe that this girl came back from the dead. Reanimation of a corpse is a fantasy, and even if it were remotely in the realm of medical science, it couldn't be achieved by some...some voodoo spell!"
Griffith clasped his hands together. "And nor did I. When I first heard these legends, when I began to investigate them myself, my first task was to strip away the legend and myth to find the truth beneath it. The bokors, they were none too pleased that a man like me was seeking to discover the basis of their so-called 'vodou'. But eventually I met one who was willing to share her secrets. For a price."
Addison couldn't help himself; he continued to stare at the girl. She gave no sign of looking back; nothing at all disturbed the perfect vacancy of her expression. "You...bought this girl?"
"More than the girl," Griffith said. "Mama Kisanga showed me how she turned Ayida into a zombie. She took me to the marketplace, and had me pick a girl out of the crowd. 'The girl you choose,' she said, 'will be dead before the night is out.'"
Addison shuddered. He'd known Griffith to be cold, even amoral, but this... "Once I had made my choice, Mama Kisanga and I followed the girl home," Griffith continued. "We learned where she lived, and Mama Kisanga showed me what she called her 'coup de poudre'. She told me that it would bring the girl death, but a death followed by life." He held up a small vial of fine gray powder. "I tested it, of course, on animals. It's a neurotoxin, a paralytic. The key element is the dosage. Too little, and the girl would merely be weakened. Too much, and she would be dead. But with exactly the right amount..."
Addison began to see. "She would be just barely alive, vital signs too faint to detect." He tried to remind himself of the grossly unethical nature of the experiment, to force the excitement out of his voice. It didn't entirely work. "In that state, her metabolism would be so greatly slowed that she would require less oxygen. She could actually survive being buried alive."
"Oh, yes," Griffith responded. "And in fact, she did exactly that. Mama Kisanga stole into her room at night, and blew the coup de poudre into her lungs. By the next morning, her parents were mourning her death. They stood guard over her grave that night, but Mama Kisanga has many zombies under her control. It didn't take long before we dug Ayida up." Addison wanted to ask what had happened to Ayida's parents, but he found that he didn't truly want to know what lengths Griffith had gone to in order to pursue this knowledge.
"That explains the weakened vital signs," he said, "but...the vacant stare, the lifeless gait, her response to your summons..."
Griffith held up a second vial. "A further drug," he said. "This one dulls the senses, empties the will. It reduces Ayida's mind to a dream-like state. She believes herself to be a zombie, and hence it becomes true for her...as long as the drug lasts, of course. But Mama Kisanga has provided me with a supply, and I don't even need to worry about the dosage. Ayida is under orders to dose herself with the drug regularly. The slave enslaves herself!" he chortled.
"But...then you could release her, bring her back to herself," Addison said, hoping Griffith would agree.
"Oh, eventually," he said. "Once I have all the knowledge I need, I'll want to test how long it takes her to recover her faculties. But my research is simply too profitable right now." Addison blanched, horrified, but Griffith continued as if oblivious to his fellow doctor's shock. "It really is quite a fascinating psychological study, you know. She's utterly incapable of refusing orders. There is no taboo she will not cross, no task too degrading. Watch!"
He clapped his hands again. "Ayida! Take your clothes off!" Addison wanted to look away as the girl removed her dress without a hint of hesitation, her actions as mechanical and methodical as when she had entered the room and performed with as much emotion. But something, shock or curiosity or some darker, more bestial emotion, stilled his tongue and his eyes and made him watch as Ayida bared her body for them. As a doctor, he had seen women unclad before, but something about this made it seem far more...perverse. He remembered Griffith's comments about Seabrook's 'deviancy', but evidently Griffith considered himself immune to such slanders.
Griffith clapped again. "Ayida! Pleasure yourself!" The girl's hands reached down with slow, lifeless motion and felt their way between her thighs, finding her womanhood without a hint of shame or embarrassment...or for that matter, enjoyment. The motions of her fingers at the entrance of her womb seemed to stimulate her excitement not at all. She merely stared straight ahead, her jaw slightly slack, as her fingers worked at her nether regions. "I'm not sure if she really feels pleasure, of course," Griffith said. "She does lubricate, but that may simply be a physiological response. It's certainly worth further study, though..."
"Enough!" Addison shouted, Griffith's obvious enjoyment of the spectacle finally shaming him into speech. "That is enough, Griffith. Give the poor thing her dignity."
Griffith rolled his eyes. "Oh, very well," he said, clapping his hands once more. "Ayida! Put your clothes back on and go make us some tea." The girl complied, showing no signs of caring that two men had witnessed her in such immodest circumstances. Griffith, for his own part, resumed his seat as though he'd witnessed nothing more than an interesting medical development...but Addison caught sight of him adjusting his trousers slightly as he sat, and he suspected that Griffith had been making shameful use of the girl.
Addison sat in silence for long moments, collecting his thoughts. Finally, he could hold them to himself no longer. "You spoke of profitable research," he said coldly, intending to upbraid Griffith for his callous disregard for the girl's decency. As the Bible said, 'What could it profit a man, if he gain the world but forfeit his soul?' But Griffith interrupted him with glee.
"Oh, I'm certain it will be," he said. "Imagine the uses for it, Addison! A toxin that kills undetectably, whose dosage can be adjusted to produce seeming death instead of true death, weakness instead of apparent demise. Oh, I know that the weak-hearted fools in government have signed the Geneva Protocols, but those only cover warfare. This is to mustard gas as the scalpel is to the axe." He rubbed his hands together.
"And that's to say nothing of the second drug." Ayida returned with the tea as he continued to speak, so caught up in his grandiose dreams that he failed to even notice Addison's appalled reaction. "I'll need to patent it, of course. But who wouldn't pay for a drug that could sap a man's will? Picture it, Addison!" He took a sip of his tea, finally giving Addison a chance to speak.
"Oh, I can picture it all too well," Addison said. "It's demented, Griffith!" Ayida poured him a cup of tea, handing it over to him, but he refused to break the flow of his speech even as he accepted it. "A man's mind is sacrosanct, a gift from the Lord! What you're doing, what you're planning of taking further, it's monstrous! The temptation is obscene!" He took a drink of his tea.
"Oh, I expected no better of you, Addison," Griffith said irritably. "You lack vision! You see before you a wonder of medicine, and a visionary who can see a better world beyond it, and all you can think about is invoking the Bible? Imagine a murderer, dosed with this drug and turned into a productive laborer! Imagine a madman, dosed with this drug and calmed of his fury!"
"Imagine a woman," Addison retorted, "dosed with this drug and turned into a whore! You can't believe that people wouldn't use this drug for unscrupulous purposes, Griffith. Give a man the means to make anyone his slave, and they will do exactly that."
Griffith leaned back in his chair and took another drink of tea, his ire seemingly abated to disdain. "And yet," he said, "the bokors have possessed this secret for centuries, and use it only sparingly. Explain that."
Addison took another drink while he thought about Griffith's question. Pondering the past, instead of Griffith's nightmare future, seemed to calm him a little, but he remained no less adamant in his opposition. "Perhaps they cannot produce the powder in quantity," he said. "They're constrained not by desire, but by means."
Griffith shrugged. It was evident on his face that he had grown bored with the conversation. "It matters not," he said. "They've given me the means, and I have the desire. You'll see."
Addison thought briefly about storming out of the room, but a strange lethargy seemed to have overtaken his limbs. "I can't in good conscience allow...allow..." He paused, his train of thought somehow forgotten. "I..." He suddenly realized that this exhaustion was more than physical, but mental as well, and suddenly Griffith's words seemed more ominous with each passing moment. He looked down at the teacup he held, a dreadful suspicion growing in his mind.
Looking back up at Griffith seemed to take every bit of strength in his body, and he didn't doubt for a moment now that he had been dosed with the mysterious, will-sapping drug. He tried to insist that he didn't believe in voodoo, that he wouldn't fall under the sway of the mysterious trance that held Ayida in its grasp, but something deep within his heart told him that while he might not believe in voodoo, he believed in the effects he'd personally observed. He knew that the drug could affect him just as surely as the superstitious peasant girl.
He expected to see Griffith's triumphant leer, and braced himself for that high, reedy cackle. But instead, he was shocked to see that Griffith's eyes were every bit as glazed and vacant as he knew his own must be. Even as he watched, Griffith lost his grip on his teacup and spilled the dregs of the drink into his own lap, all without reacting at all.
Addison's mind whirled in confusion as his head sank back down in exhaustion. If Griffith was affected as well, then who...? He heard the sound of clapping from outside the room, and Ayida walked out of his field of vision. Addison felt too weak to follow her even with his eyes.
He didn't need to. Within moments, the mystery was solved when a dark-skinned woman walked into the room to stand in front of them. She wore a long white dress with a black men's jacket over it, and a men's top hat to boot. Smoked glasses covered her eyes, but her smile made the predatory look on her face clear nonetheless. Ayida stood by her side as though born to serve her, and Addison instantly knew that this must be Mama Kisanga.
"The bokor do not share their secrets, white man," she said to Griffith. "Did you think that Ayida served you? She obeyed my commands above all others, reported to me your progress while you slept. And when I commanded, she made sure that you had a full measure of the knowledge you sought." Addison wanted to fight, to run, perhaps only to shout for help, but the drug seemed to lull him into a hazy, obedient dream.
"And now," Mama Kisanga said, "I think it is time for you to leave your old life behind." Addison tried to think of his friends at the consulate, his duties as a doctor, but his mind seemed to still completely until all he could think of was following Mama Kisanga's commands. "Do not worry. I am not a harsh mistress. What need have I for whips and chains, when you cannot help but obey?" She clapped her hands. "Zombies!" she shouted. "Follow me."
She turned, and blank-eyed, Addison and Griffith rose to their feet and walked behind her as she left the study, leaving nothing behind them but an empty house and a mystery that would never be solved. The British Consulate never discovered the missing Englishmen, and the natives knew better than to speak of the two pale zombies who harvested the sugar-cane crops by moonlight.
THE END
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This story is inspired by a wonderful story called A Different Virus, if you have not read it, this story can stand on it's own, but I really do suggest reading A Different Virus and written by CrystalScherer. I consider their stories to be very fun and exciting to read.
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The grunts and groans were not the sounds of pleasure, nor were they from anyone but me. Yep I am the poor sap making all the noises in a room closed and locked up tightly. See that man strapped to the bed with the IV lines and monitor cables running every which way? Yep that's me alright. A stupid moron who could not for the life of him refuse an order no matter how dangerous. Yep, at this point I am a wreck just waiting to happen, or maybe it already has, at this point who knows. Oh and to make it even more interesting, those Doctors who are suppose to be watching my condition? Now they are watching their meal squirm on a bed, somehow during all of this they allowed a Zombie to just walk right into the Fort and decimate everyone. Now they are trying to find their way into my room so they can eat me. Doesn't help I keep yelling 'Bite Me!' at them every time there is a lull in the pain.
Lets back track a bit, Zombies, yep you heard right, mother friggen Zombie-ass-Monsters roam the planet. Have been for a little over five years now. The Populations of every country decimated within months of their arrival. The problem is that not only did people get turned into Zombies, but those who were buried rose up and began eating people. Unless of course they were dust or their heads somehow separated from their bodies. The whole thing started, of course, back in the labs of one of the freaking MANY science groups. Now you would think bringing the dead back to life would be a bad idea, right? Nope, Military applications in being able to do this was off the charts. Funny thing was, it wasn't even something looked for, the drug was suppose to be something a guy took in order to prevent pregnancy. Women have the pill, so Men should have a pill. People, condoms have been working very well for decades. But no.. instead the whole thing went from lets make sure there isn't an oops to lets have a Undead Army. Am I the only one who could see just how many screw ups that would create?
Apparently so.... dumb asses...
Stage one, there's the Military in all their Glory running test after test out in the middle of the Nevada Desert running their little mad scientist routine. Stage two, add in a couple hot heads who don't like the idea of bringing back the dead and acting like God. Stage three, said hot heads are running from the base, after letting all the Undead loose, and heading to.. where else? You got it, Las Vegas the biggest airport around that flies to every known civilization on the planet, with one or two shuttles to the Station in case the guys up there get bored, just kidding about the shuttles. Now these Hot heads have done a couple things, well more then a couple actually. First they stole several samples of the virus that was waking up the Dead. Only no one has any idea how it affects living people, why, because who is stupid enough to volunteer to get subjected to a drug that raises the dead?
My point exactly....
One vial breaks open at the airport, the affects are not immediate. Another vial is broken at some Airport in France where one hot head is trying to get back to his family. The Other Vial was in the luggage of the second hot head and while he landed in DC, his luggage went to Mexico, go figure...
The news went crazy as Vegas went nuts. Yep people would suddenly have their eyes roll back in their heads, they would hit the ground only to jump back up moaning and grunting while attacking anything that moved. Oddly enough they never went after animals, just Humans. While animals were also immune to the actual virus and the undead didn't care about them. The animals on the other hand did their best to stay away from the undead, can't say I blamed them. I tried to keep my distance as well, note the word TRY. Yep I got freakin bit during my turn at Guard duty. I am, or was depending how you look at it, a Major in a Special Forces Unit, mainly Black Ops that most will never hear about and few would believe. I trained all my life at Hand to Hand combat, Edged Weapons, Hand Guns, Rifles, even flew a Chopper when it was needed. Problem was when fifty plus Zombies storm your position, kind of hard to use those skills when they are just rushing you.
So I got bit, back of my shoulder. Now at the time we didn't have reliable intel. How long until a change occurs or anything. Most of the time the Zombies ate them down until they just couldn't come back. But other times they did come back, only warning you got was when they would suddenly stiffen up and fall back, instantly they would jump up and you'd wait to hear Just Kidding or Gotcha.. nope instead you get a snarl and everyone is running. So I got bit, average wait time until someone turned? No one knew because most were not paying attention, they were too busy running. I got thrown into a Chopper and flown from Washington State down to Nevada where it all started. Apparently there is no shortage of Scientists and no shortage of Needles, did I mention I hate Needles? No? well I do, so bite me....
For the next eighteen months they are injecting this, testing that and mhmm'ing at everything. Was starting to wonder if they were another form of Zombie given their lack of verbal skills. And yep somewhere in all of that I didn't turn into a red eyed flesh mongering Zombie. How? I have no clue and neither do these morons. Apparently they injected a counter to the original virus into me right when I landed. Problem was this, none of the vials were labeled and the boob who did it did not notice which vial it was or keep a sample of it. The affects were immediate, muscle aches, a prickly sensation that burned like fire racing through my body. My vision would blur either from pain or something else and a headache like no other. And no I have not been living with those lovely affects in my body the whole time, they would last about an hour or two. Then I would be fine for a few weeks only to have it happen again every time they tried to inject something else into my system. Over and over again they would try to match this up or that, they took blood by the gallons through the month. I could hear them even through the six inch glass ranting at each other about still not finding a cure or vaccine or a way to even reverse it all. You learn a lot when you have nothing to do but exercise and listen, that was how I found out about how it all started.
So back to here we are, or here I am anyways, the hour or two long painfest has finally run it's course into hour two and finally ended, and now I am staring at my red eyed Doctors and Superior Officers and they all want to bite my ass. Just perfect...
Looking around I realize that while I do have plenty of water, I am not so lucky when it comes to food. The door has a numeric keypad so the possibilities are endless. Did you know Zombies can't or won't blink? It's true, I sat staring at them for three hours and never saw even one of them blink. No idea why and it's rather creepy knowing that a monster is staring at you unblinking...
"Listens guys..." I start saying only to hear a growl as I amend, "..and Lady..." seems she liked being included because she stopped growling, "..as much as I enjoy your company.." so I lied, sue me.. "..you can't get to me and I can't get out, so you might as well go find someone new to hunt, what do you say?" that was, of course, met with many growls. I am taking that as a No...
I was starting to get thirsty now and it had been more then three hours sense the pain had stopped. With out them giving me more shots of whatever the hell they been giving, the pain had not returned either. This told me two things, First that the original cure was not causing reoccurring pain and Second that the Mad Scientists were in fact Sadists. I pulled at the straps and heard them rip loudly before my wrists pulled free. I really have no idea how they ripped away, they shouldn't have but right now I don't care. I need water and I need to get the hell out of here.
Feeling the air conditioner come on once again I looked up while sipping the water. The screen covering appears to be screwed in, but just how secure was it. The ceiling was set about ten feet up, so I moved the bed under it, the Zombies were either afraid their food was escaping or they were laughing while I balanced on top of a bed with wheels, you be the judge of that one. One of the things I did not notice was exactly how much my strength had improved. I knew that I was now able to do sit ups all day with out tiring same with pushups. But what else did it mean?
I slammed my fist into the covering and watched it buckle from the sudden impact. That was helpful.. Next I yanked it down to see exactly what I was working with in this possible escape plan. So looking up I found a fan motor in my way, the blade spinning slowly to direct air into the room. So rather then stick my hand into a spinning fan and turning my fingers into Sushi, I sat back down and waited. I could almost swear I hear one of the Zombies laughing at my attempt at freedom, so I did what any mature adult would do and I flipped them off.
I stared at the fan motor and waited for it to stop, last thing I wanted was to reach into spinning fan blades. My Momma didn't raise no fool... So there I am laying there watching the fan and wishing it would finally stop, just how long can one of them run for crying out loud?
Finally I got my wish and the fan blade whirled down slowly, I finally got impatient and reached up to stop the slow moving blade. With no power behind it, it was fairly simple. Reaching past the blade I was able to grasp the supports holding the motor and pulled hard against it. The frame work began to bend and finally tear away from the box it had been residing in.
Now here is the picture for those who forgot, I am standing on a bed with a very thick mattress. Four feet away is a thick paned glass floor to ceiling window, which has roughly twenty plus zombies just watching me and probably in amusement. And I am pulling a heavy seventy five plus pound fan motor down from the ceiling. With me so far? Good..
The motor comes loose and I fall to the floor and land painfully on my side. I watch, almost like it was slow motion, as the motor hits the bed and bounces off towards the glass window. Now on the other side, I can see the zombies gleeful expressions as their one wish to bite my ass is about to come true. The motor bounces harmlessly off the glass and hits the floor.
"If it was that easy to break the glass, I would have done that long ago.." I called out as they raged at being denied my ass once again. And once again I flipped them off like the fully mature adult, that I am. I am so out of here...
Climbing back up, I make sure not to cut myself on the sharp edges created by the broken structure where the motor had sat before I tore it out. It took a bit of doing to climb through the system, but at least I was free. And for some reason the ducts seemed to be lit up somehow because I can see perfectly fine in here. Moving along I find myself an access panel and listen for any movement before opening it. Finding nothing waiting in ambush, I slip out and head for the upper floors.
Once in the dorm area I found it empty as well, the staff and other soldiers either ran like hell, or they were turned and are lingering in the base at other locations. I used the shower, you can only tolerate sponge baths for so long before even they do not make you feel clean anymore. Once I felt clean I found the lockers and put on some fatigues in my size, socks and boots. Using a duffle bag I grab two more sets of clothes, four pairs of socks, four underwear and then loaded up on water and dried foods that could last a long time.
I walked through the base, surprisingly the electricity was still on and I found the Generals computer still operational. He must have been called suddenly because his computer files were still open. I downloaded everything to a memory strip, then I left it on. If someone else could access the data and it helped to create a cure or a vaccine for the zombies, let them have at it.
I was about to leave when I caught sight of something above the General's door, an old sword. It looked like one I had seen from the old Martial Arts films I enjoyed so much as a kid. And one I had practiced with while in training as I grew up. I pulled it down and strapped it on. Then started for the stairwell, I almost went for the main doors but then thought better of it. I could smell the death and decay beyond the door way which told me I did not want to go in there.
I went up to the roof and had to stop, the light was killing my eyes and caused pain. I pulled a hand kerchief from my bag and wrapped it around my eyes, it dulled down the light enough for me to see with out actual pain. I was going to have to find some real sunglasses. I noticed from my vantage point that the lobby was filled with Zombies who couldn't get out of the building, good thing I didn't go for the front door.
Out in the parking area it wasn't much better, with a sigh, I checked around and found my hearts desire. An old reconditioned Harley Motorcycle was sitting by the pumps, I smiled to myself. Siting in the carport sat a small camper designed to be hauled by a motorcycle or small car, the bike had a trailer hitch on it. Moving to the opposite side of the building I threw a few rocks, and a car started beeping and honking an alarm. Soon the Zombies had it surrounded and the ones by the bike had ran over to find out if the noise meant food. Once clear I lowered myself to the ground.
Popping open the gas cap I found the tank full. Then I pulled the mini camper over and hooked it up to the bike. With a bit of searching I found two five gallon cans and filled them with fuel as well and strapped them up to the camper. The keys to the bike still lay on the ground where someone had dropped them in their rush to flee. I turned the key in the ignition and then hit the starter, it did not turn over. Thankfully it still has a kick starter and I kicked it over. The loud rumble in the silence was nearly deafening and it was a call to zombies everywhere.
I spun the bike around as best I could with a trailer attached and with a herd of zombies following as best as they could we rolled out of the base heading North and off towards the Military base in Washington, Fort Lewis. I have no idea how long they would run before they gave up. I did notice one odd Zombie, she moved more easily, and ran much faster then the others. I nearly stopped thinking she might be a survivor outrunning the zombies. But when she was shoving some of them out of the way and saw her red eyes, I knew her for what she is, a Zombie. Faster and more coordinated, but still a Zombie.
Riding the Harley was a dream come true, no way I could afford one of these bad boys on a Military pay check. Not unless I wanted to be in debt for the rest of my life. Also trying to maintain a low profile, not a chance on a Harley, in a now quiet world, a Harley was a beacon that screamed dinner bell to any Zombie who could hear. I was able to find a couple gas stations, but with no power, no way to fill the tank. So the reserves got me further up the road then the tank alone would have, thankfully they were enough to get me past Las Vegas, even before I got bit that City had fallen hard and fast to the Zombie's.
I was about a hundred a fifty miles past Vegas when I started keeping a careful eye on the fuel gauge. Sure enough I finally had to pull off, found an old junk yard, no fuel to be had though. After checking to be sure it was clear of Zombies, I pulled the bike and trailer into the garage and removed fuel and oil from the engine and removed the battery. Then cleaned the plugs and covered the bike up, maybe someday someone would find her once this mess was cleaned up and she would be free once again. Alright I admit it, I did shed a tear having to store the bike away like this... so screw off...
Looking at the small camper, it was pretty light compared to something you haul behind a car. So I worked on a harness system that would hook up to the Camper and allow me freedom of movement for walking, jogging and even running. The Camper shell was on a trailer system that had leaf springs to absorb the shock of the road so anything inside would be treated with some amount of care. The tires were narrow and light weight as well which would make things much easier.
The harness was set on a swivel so I could turn slightly to check behind me if I found I needed to do it. One thing I did notice was that I should have been somewhat out of shape, even with the bit of working out I did. Instead I seemed more defined then ever before even when I was working out with free weights. I wasn't bulky, but most would still see me as a threat if they ever took a real look at me. While here at the shop I did take advantage of a descent shower, and I got another shock looking in the mirror. Instead of brown eyes mine were purple and they glowed depending on my mood or if I was trying to look around in the dark. I have no idea what them bastards did to me at the Base, but they damn well better be able to fix it.
I also found a good solid walking stick, only someone had a hidden surprise within it. Both ends were remove able and revealed hidden blades. Well that was definitely staying close by my side. After checking around and gathering fresh water, a few dried foods and canned foods. I strapped them to the rack on top of the Camper, that was so I wouldn't have to keep pulling everything out when I wanted to sleep. Satisfied with the lay out I ran around the junkyard a few times, even made sure to hit rougher terrain to insure everything stayed in place.
Wanted to be sure if a fix was needed I could take care of it here where I had an entire shop to work with. Then I pulled on a bandana around my head, stored the sword inside the camper and used the Double bladed staff as a walking stick. Damn good thing my Uncle was an expert with using a staff in fighting. With a sigh I left the Harley behind and began walking Northward.
My Old Base in Washington State should still be up and running and maybe I would get some answers. I have to say walking after an hour and a half was boring me to tears, so I picked up the pace to a jog and then a run. The run fell into a lope that somehow felt familiar even though I had never done it before, but it made time and conserved energy. Found myself running half the day almost non-stop. This was another shock, I mean pulling a trailer and still not getting tired?
I began to run mainly at night, for one I could see much better and further at night then I could during the day, I really wish someone could explain this crap to me. It was also cooler which helped quite a bit. I would sleep a few hours during the day, run a few hours and then nap again between meals before running again after the sun set.
I spotted a sign saying Reno, 85 miles. So I kept running, a little over an hour later another sign that said Reno, 22 miles. How in the hell am I crossing that many miles in such a short amount of time? Yeah this was getting crazier by the minute.
After some time went by I noted a small area with several buildings. I also noted the current tenants still milling about them with little to no movement as if waiting for something to attract their attention. Now I did notice that my sense of smell had sharpened considerably. Also you could tell how fresh Zombies had turned, the stronger the scent of death and decay, the more recent they had turned. As the Zombie got older from being a Zombie the decay would start to decrease until you had a more musky scent that was just as unique to a Zombie. All of these were on par of a musky scent, except there was also another scent as well. Something I was not familiar with, I had come across it a few times and while each time was unique, each one was slightly off from the others.
Then I saw something on the roof of a singlewide mobile home that appeared to be attached to a store front, someone was waving frantically. I looked back down at the Zombies, they had not noticed me yet. At the very least I could lure them away and see if whoever they were could give me information or would want to travel along to some outpost.
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While leading every Zombie in the area away, I thought back to the Strongholds I had run across. Most just had some form of make shift fencing material to keep the Zombie's out. Now the regular and more common Zombie's had no clue what climbing was, they just leaned against stuff until their combined weight toppled it. I learned from the Stronghold inhabitants that the 'Runners', yep that's what they seem to call them, could in fact climb if you gave them half a chance and a descent incentive, like chewing on someone's ass.
I gave the buggers a good run as I led them out far enough that they would not be returning anytime soon. They really have a short attention span, and if there is no scent to follow they end up standing around waiting once again for the next thing to attract them. And they just about never backtrack following their own predominant scent.
I got back to my trailer and hauled it over to the buildings while looking for the person who had been waving. Pretty soon two girls slowly moved through the building, I watched from the glass while they analyzed me like I was some kind of alien.
"If I was a Zombie, for one I could not speak to you. And second I would have broke through the glass to get to you." I said to them while they just stood there a moment. Then they moved to the door and unlocked it before stepping out.
"Where are they?" the younger one asked quietly. I pointed off behind my shoulder.
"About a half mile or so in that direction, figured out in the middle of a dry lake bed would suit them best." I replied and they both seemed to take a deep breath.
"Where are your parents or family?" I asked curiously.
"About a half mile or so in a dry lake bed." The older one replied as if I should know sense I left them there. I grinned at her and she smiled.
"Where are you going?" the older one asked.
"Heading up to a Military Base just South of Tacoma Washington, if it is still standing." I replied and then I heard both of their bellies rumbling loudly. Both looked embarrassed.
"Sounds like you all ran out of food?" I asked and both nodded.
"Come on, we will put some distance between us and this place. Just to be sure they don't come back and surprise us. I have something you can both munch on while we travel." I told them.
"Can we grab a few things first?" the older one asked and I nodded. Both ran inside and up the back stairs. While they grabbed a few things I brought out a couple dinner rolls I had found along the way. They were packed well so they wouldn't get moldy right away from the last Stronghold a couple days behind me and then pulled out two cups with lids and filled them with clean water that had been boiled already to insure it would be disease free.
"Got what you need?" I asked as they returned with backpacks and both nodded. I stored their packs inside the small trailer and shifted a few things around on top. Then I picked up the smaller one and set her on top of the camper. The Older one at first declined to ride on the trailer. I let her jog along beside me, it lasted about forty minutes before she agreed to ride on the trailer instead.
After eating the rolls both drifted off while I loped along doing my usual pace. As the City of Reno came into view I kept to the outskirts just to avoid the main cluster of Zombies. I pulled up on the over look and opened the camper and fished around a bit before finding the Binoculars. Moving to the edge of the fencing I started to scan the City.
"Find anything?" the older girl asked as she walked up. The younger one was still a sleep.
"Looks like they have the downtown area surrounded, mainly Circus-Circus, that old Casino right down there." I told her and pointed. She just looked down and you could see it easily enough but not the street level which is what I was looking at right now.
The only reason they would focus on it was because they knew for a fact that Humans were still occupying the building. While I watched, I saw several men with weapons force several people out the steel reinforced gate. What the hell!
The people scattered in different directions trying to avoid the sudden rush of Zombies. One tried pounding on the gate trying to get it to open up again. He didn't last very long at all. Soon Zombies from all around the building were giving chase. One woman had crawled into a car that probably broke down long ago and the fuel may have gone bad after all this time as well.
Then I saw it, behind the building, two vehicles racing to get away as far as they could before the Zombies spotted them and gave chase. Those men seemed pretty pleased with their view of what was fair to maintain their survival. They hit the road heading North and anything in the way was ran over with out a care. I made sure to memorize their faces, because if I ever saw them again, they would be Zombie bait.
Looking around I noticed that Sparks was nearly Zombie free, seemed in all the running around the Survivors did in Reno and Sparks, they had pretty much led all the Zombies in to the Downtown area of Reno when they returned to their main base of Circus-Circus. Zombies for the most part tend to just stand around doing nothing. But if they spot something that catches their attention they go and investigate. Once one Zombie moves, all of them start to move. Not exactly sure why, but it does help in leading them away.
The nice thing about it is once they loose interest, they just stay in their new spot. They don't go back where they started, they just stand around waiting for the next thing to grab their attention or follow another Zombie who may have found food.
We walked back to the Camper and I hauled it over to the Nugget Casino. No Zombie's were around, even the interior was empty. Moving slowly and using my senses to the full, we made sure to secure each door that would keep us safe from any Zombies who might be wandering around. We grabbed our bags and I chained up the trailer, I didn't need some rogue survivors just making off with it. Then we climbed the stairs up to the Penthouse. I had figured a place like this would have had people inside, instead it was empty.
I tripped the lock rather then break down the door and we stepped into the penthouse. There were four bedrooms and lucky for us the Hot water was still working. I figured they must pump the water up to the roof and let the sun heat the water or something. After closing the door, I slid a few heavy objects in front of the door just to be safe. I left the girls to enjoy a real meal while I went and took a shower, it had been a few days. I will not say how long, so don't ask. Pretty sure my clothes would appreciate it though..
I walked out of the shower and felt more like myself once more. I was drying off and walked out into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and drying off my long dark brown hair. No one at the testing facility thought to cut my hair, and it's not easy finding a barber shop in a Zombie infested town.
"Can I help you with anything?" a voice asked. I recognized the older girls voice right away. She was sitting on the bed looking at me. I looked back towards the main room, but the door was closed.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked in something of shock. She just shrugged and suddenly pulled off her shirt, she was not wearing a bra either. Her body was thin and pleasing to the eye. It had been a long time sense I had been with a woman of any age, but I was pretty sure she was not eighteen or older. She stood up and walked slowly towards me, at this point I have no idea who was more nervous.
"I know what men want, I am old enough to understand how things are. All I ask is that you let my friend grow up more before asking her to do anything." she was saying, which threw me for a loop.
"Listen, we really haven't even spoken sense I found you. My name is Dakota, I am in the Military. I have no idea who it is you have been running in to sense this all started.." I was saying and her hand touched my chest which stopped me dead.
"I'm Charlene but most call me Charlie and my friend is Tami, and we have been running and hiding sense this all started. Whenever someone came along, well we were asked to help out. I made sure that Tami was never asked to help, by always taking her place." Charlie explained and I frowned slightly. Men have been using this girl sense this all started, I was asking myself.
"I am not like that, I don't do that with anyone who feels like they must or they have to do it." I explained and gently led her to the door.
"You are a beautiful young woman, but you should only do things like that when you want to and when you really like someone, not because someone demands it of you." I explained and then lightly closed the door and slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I needed to rest up, get some strength back up and get my mind centered again. And this place was secure enough to help me do that before hitting the road again.
From the windows I could see the City stretched out before me. Tami was seated on the couch and happened to flip the TV on, how the hell is there still electricity? I figured the Casino must have it's own back up system that was still running or maybe had slipped into stand by when no one was using any power. With a shrug I found it had a DVD player and several movies and cartoons. I put in one of the Disney cartoons for her and we sat back watching it, pretty soon Charlie stepped out and took Tami back so she could sit in a bath and get cleaned up as well.
At some point I drifted off and when I woke up I found Tami curled against me on one side and Charlie on the other. Deciding not to move and wake them up, I let myself drift back off to sleep. It didn't last long, maybe half an hour. That was another thing about the stupid drug, it made it nearly impossible to sleep more then four hours at a time. I carefully slipped out from behind the two girls and covered them up. After a quick check of the appliances, I found that they did actually work. Who knew for how much longer though, lets face it, even batteries and generators will eventually die out or run out of fuel. Unless they had upgraded to solar or even wind turbines, they could last a long time.
Nothing in the penthouse was going to feed anyone though, well the can of peaches would be good, IF someone had remembered a can opener. After slipping out the door I made my way down to the kitchen. I kept track of scents and sounds while moving through nearly dark hallways that were only lit up by emergency lighting. Thankfully my new eyes were able to see it all with profound accuracy.
Inside the kitchen, I did not dare open the huge refrigerators, nothing in them would be edible in the least. With a quick check I found dry milk, dried eggs, boy some folks are lazy, and pancake mix. I packed up all I could find and put it on a cart then wheeled the cart to the exit we would take at some point and took a couple days worth of things up to the penthouse.
"Mmm what smells good?" Charlie called out. I had gotten breakfast cooked up and had even dared to throw out everything that was rotten from the fridge. Yep I could have used a Military Grade gas mask for that one. But everything was gone that would cause trouble and I had found a box of armor hammer baking soda to help with residual odors. With pancakes and eggs, I had found a few jars of different jams that had never been opened. Good thing the Casinos had a high turn over on food, another couple of months and some of the stuff would have been highly questionable.
"Breakfast is served, and stay out of the kitchen.. it has a bit of a smell.." I warned them. Thankfully the window could be opened, had never heard of a high rise with windows that could be opened, but it's a Penthouse, who am I to judge?
"This is so great!" Tami said around a mouthful of pancakes. I just grinned and started eating as well. After we ate, I stepped out and found that the large roof top deck also had a small pool. I can imagine the water would not be heated, after we took time cleaning it out. I ran a hose directly from the water tank, it captured rain water instead of using the City supply or the run off from the Mountains. Which meant no disease or contamination from the Zombie virus. I hooked up two inline filters and then ran the hose out to the pool. Once the water was turned on the water would be filtered before filling the pool.
"Dakota did you notice this?" Charlie called from inside. I walked inside and she led me to the Master Bedroom. Inside I found a desk with a computer sitting on it. After a quick check I found that of course the Internet was no where to be found, but at least it could open files. I plugged in the small memory stick and pulled up the files, while I had saved them I made sure that no passwords or encryptions were part of the saved files.
"Thanks Charlie, could you go turn off the water when the pool is filled, we don't need to flood the Penthouse when we want to stay a day or two." I asked her while starting to read. I could see the pool easily through the window, so I could keep tabs on the two girls and cracked the window to keep an ear out as well.
After months of testing, they found out that the Zombie virus could not survive outside the labs for more then six months. It was however alive and well within the Zombies themselves. So getting bitten or other blood contact could infect a human easily. Well that was good to know.
Once the zombie was dead, meaning no longer mobile anymore, the virus would die as well within eight hours. The Virus would stop being able to heal it after that. The funny thing was the Zombie's did not look like the stereo typical Hollywood Zombie. They looked like anyone else you met on the street, okay like anyone who hadn't had a close relationship with a bar of soap in a few months. It was their eyes that gave them away and they had no problem looking you in the eye to show you exactly who they are.
Looking up I can see that the girls have turned the water off and are splashing about in the pool in their underwear, okay, if it works, why not?
I return to reading, all their testing showed a lack of brain function beyond the animalistic tendencies. Translation, they are brain dead, all higher brain functions are gone. Repeated attempts to try and bring them back failed. They were working on several types of possible cures in case you were bitten and before you actually turned.
I spent the next thirty minutes reading about Patient 1169, who had been given the cure and then subjected to the zombie virus over and over again, poor bastard. I will admit it took me a few minutes to realize that I am the poor bastard they were talking about.
Not only am I immune to the virus now, but the Cure altered my body. Strengthened my muscles, helps me with more stamina, I can see, hear and smell things at a much higher level. Downside is that while I can see in the dark, it also makes me sensitive to the light. Gotta have some draw backs, also I can't sleep more then a few hours at a time or I get some really painful muscle cramps, which is another bummer.
Over a year ago they had sent out several teams of Scientists to help spread the so called cure. Personally I wasn't sure what was worse the week long painfest of the original shot, or just being a brain dead zombie and calling it a day. No word was ever received after they left, and sense no word ever reached them that they had actually reached their destinations, it was assumed all teams were lost to the Zombie's and Humanity was on the brink of extinction.
I did run across a few strongholds, at least that was what they were calling themselves anyways. Humanity hiding behind walls trying to stay alive. Yeah I have seen Humanities generosity, long as it doesn't cost them anything personally, they are all for it. I can be a bit of a jack ass if you haven't noticed by now.
The one thing the side notes stated, was that the supposed Cure, was based loosely on my blood after being injected. And sense no one was willing to be bitten to test it out, they took a long shot. If any of them had taken that cure back at the base I was trapped in, then it didn't work. Which meant that anyone the Scientists tried to 'Cure' on the road, most likely turned and the paranoid population would have turned on them like a pack of rabid dogs.
I pulled the memory strip from the laptop and packed it away in my bag then turned off the laptop computer. I packed it up as well, it could be useful before we just ran out of batteries and found no way of recharging it again. I walked out with several drinks and even some ice and joined the girls at the pool.
After a day of relaxing at the pool and enjoying several zombie movies that actually made us all laugh like they were comedies. We finally hit the beds. After a few hours of sleep I got up and walked out along the guard rail and looked out over the City. I had lived in Reno back before the virus. The place was big and yet always held a small town feel at the same time. Several of the Casinos were still lit up here and there, even the old MGM Hotel and Casino was lit up. It had changed hands so many times over the years, that even now it still holds that title to me.
The Original Builder had made the old Casino self-sufficient including power, water and waste disposal. At the Time Reno had not reached out as far as where the MGM was being built. Now after all these years, it still stands on the slight hill brightly lit up as if awaiting visitors. I could hear one of the girls walking around and the scent told me it was Charlie.
"You don't sleep much do you?" she asked as she moved up beside me.
"Always been more of a night person." I admitted with a light laugh. At night my eyes were much better, even with out the binoculars I could see very far and little escaped my sight if it moved. It took a while to get use to being able to see so much, at first it was infuriating. Running down the road and some mouse would twitch and my eyes would focus on it right away. It took a while but I finally got to the point I would see something move, identify it, classify it as a threat or not and then continue on. So far not much was a threat, and the Zombies I spotted right away so I would just shift my direction enough to stay out of their range.
"Why do your eyes glow like that?" Tami suddenly asked as she moved out to join us. I smiled and started explaining what had happened to me and everything I had learned. The Military had been about to move to the next phase of testing which would have been the physical tests. I had broken several straps they used to secure me to the bed. Before that could happen, the base had been over run by the Zombie's and I made my escape.
"Well you must be pretty strong, you pull the trailer all day and you never seem to get tired. Not even sure if you work up a sweat either." Charlie commented. I had to think about that, the heat didn't really bother me, I knew it was hot, but my body hadn't reacted to that heat. The night while I ran, I just figured I wasn't cold because of running, yet the girls would have blankets over them to stay warm. Even now they had blankets around them while I stood outside in shorts and a tank top.
"I think you got the better end of the deal when they cured you with what ever it was." Charlie said finally and smiled. While I hated to admit it, she was right. I now knew if I got bit again I would not turn into one of them, I was immune.
"We'll stay one more day to rest and regain our strength, lets face it right now this has been the most relaxed I have felt in years. After that we'll head up North to find that Base, maybe even find someplace that would make a descent home." I explained to them. They both seemed happy with that plan.
We ended up staying an extra day because the weather decided to rain down pretty good, but the upside was we got one hell of a light show from the lightning storm. Besides an extra day enjoying what was probably the last bit of civilization on the planet never hurt much either. It gave us more time to learn about each other as well. Seems the girls were neighbors from before the Zombie virus broke out. Tami is a few years younger, so she has a hard time remembering how it was before the Virus. Charlie remembers it all even a few things she'd rather not talk about when ever Tami is around.
Tami has no idea the things Charlie did to protect her from men who did not care what her age was so long as they got what they wanted. I made a silent vow that as long as I had a say in it, neither would ever be put in that situation again.
Looking out into the dark skies, the stars were out, bright and beautiful once again. Even the City smelt clean once again after the rain. I made sure to straighten things out, lets face it someone might actually get a chance to use the place if they happened through here. We would hang out through some of the day, and take off late afternoon and more towards the evening. I would rather travel at night as it gave me a better chance of spotting trouble then it would during the day when my vision was more impaired.
On the way out I found several pairs of wrap around ski glasses, they would help during the day and keep people from noticing the glow in my eyes. The only reason they didn't shoot me before because unlike zombie's my eyes weren't red. Not to mention I could hold a conversation beyond grunts and groans and growls. The girls grabbed a pair of sunglasses as well and a few other things that I will not go into here, mainly because it would embarrass me far too much.
After loading up the stuff from the food cart I had left by the door and the things from the gift shops around the Casino. They climbed on the camper and I strapped into the harness. We had to make a few detours now and then to avoid a few strays, but for the most part it was pretty easy going and we headed North once more. At this rate it would take a while to get up to Washington, but it wasn't like there were many options and if we were ever going to put the World to rights again, well the files just might help put people smarter then me on the right track.
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We continued up the road at a fair clip, I kept at my easy going lope most of the time at night. Stop around day break, eat some breakfast, drift off for a few hours. Wake up, run for a couple hours, eat lunch and drift off again. After a light supper I would be ready to run for ten hours with stops for bathroom breaks. It was actually doing well with that routine, the girls would stay busy while I rested and keep an eye out for trouble.
Have to admit that part of my mind was always awake, the moment a sound out of the ordinary came out I was instantly alert. But I didn't tell them that, they needed to feel useful and get exercise as well.
"You hear that?" Charlie asked Tami. I was already awake and had been listening for the last five minutes or more. No birds, no bugs, nothing made a sound that should have been.
"I don't hear anything." Tami replied doubtfully.
"Remember what Dakota said, if all sound stops, it usually means something is out hunting." Charlie reminded her and I smiled to myself. Sounds like my teaching is being taken to heart. Charlie turned and began to move slowly towards me.
"I'm awake.." I whispered to her but didn't move. She didn't move to show I had spoken to her and just bent down near one of the bags as if it had been her intent all along.
"Do you know what it is?" she asked and I nodded.
"At least eight men, they're hiding in the tall grass over there behind Tami about fifty yards. I was letting them close in just in case they are being cautious." I told her slowly.
"Oww, something bit me!" Tami cried out and before I knew it Charlie jumped and yelped as well. Then I saw something flying at me and swatted it away. While I was looking at it I realized it was a dart just as a second one hit my thigh. In no time I felt the affects and faded into the darkness.
When I woke up nearly an hour and a half had passed by. The girls were gone and so was the camper. I did find my walking stick, apparently it didn't look like anything they wanted or cared about and simply left it. I could see the tracks of the trailer and from the indents, the girls were riding on it. The sun was just starting to hit the Horizon as it was setting into nightfall. I smiled to myself and began the easy going lope that would make up ground quickly on the men who took them.
Just as I crest the rise I could see the Stronghold below, it sat in a slight valley that from the road you would have never seen. The men were just arriving and the gate was opening for them, the girls were draped over the camper still unconscious though slightly stirring. I ran slowly around the Stronghold, only way in was through the Gate.
"Hello the Gate!" I called out. The voices inside had suddenly stopped their talking. I had been listening to them talk about how they had made off with some guys daughters. Just how old did they think I was?
"Who goes there?" came a shouted demand.
"You should know, you stole my Trailer and kidnapped my friends." I called back. I took the time to check the gate carefully, it was a heavy wood door, but I was betting that the lock was something basic like one or two boards that was braced sideways to keep the double doors closed.
"You must be mistaken, we found a trailer and the two young ladies asked if they could join us." a voice called back while another said something along the lines of how they should have killed me when I was unconscious and he's right, they should have...
"We did not, help us!" Tami cried out followed by the sound of a slap and her yelp as someone yelled at her to shut up. I narrowed my eyes at the gate, a head popped out over the top of the gate looking down at me. I pulled a dagger and threw it, it stuck in his throat and he fell to the ground before me. I casually walked up and pulled the knife and wiped the blood off on his clothes.
"Touch them again and I will kill everyone I find within these walls. Men, women and children as I am sure that your gene pool should never be allowed to flourish." I replied evenly as I stood back up.
"Like you can do anything from out there.." the same voice was calling out and suddenly stopped when the gates slammed open and the small post that had been holding it nearly exploded in a shower of wood splinters. I walked inside and swung my hands in an arc before my body. Six throwing knives flew out and struck six of the men who I had seen making their way into the gate. While they stood in shock, I popped the sheaths off the double bladed staff and continued to advance.
Others remained out of the way, their fear filled the air with their pungent stench. The other men who had attacked us seemed to be separate from the others in some way. The leader pulled out a sword and charged at me. I blocked two of his swings before countering and with one swipe both his legs were sliced behind his knees and he was flopping on the ground screaming in pain.
Four more ran at me with drawn weapons, why they didn't shoot with darts again or even a gun was beyond me. But it made things easier for me at this point. The first man had swung and I blocked only to swing the blades in reverse while spinning the staff around, the blade opened up his guts like an old suit. The next man I wasted no time with and simply jab straight forward through his heart. The third literally lost his head and the forth didn't fair much better.
The leader was still screaming his fool head off, which had the large number of Zombies to the West taking notice and moving in this direction. I figured we had maybe ten minutes. I kicked the man in the side of his head to shut him up.
"Well if you two are finished with your friends, I suggest we get going?" I said to Charlie and Tami. Both looked wide eyed at what I had just done but nodded quickly.
"Wait, we want to thank you for helping us, they have been terrorizing us ever sense we were stupid enough to let them in." a man was saying. I tested the air, it smelled like close to sixty people lived here, minus the morons.
"There were roughly a dozen men and you number what, around sixty. How could twelve over power sixty?" I asked while securing the camper. The Zombie's were definitely moving closer.
"We were.." he started saying while looking down and I frowned.
"Scared.." I supplied and he nodded. I looked around for a moment and got an idea what was going on.
"You allowed men to take what they wanted, when they wanted. Even your own Wives and Daughters.. you would have stood by and done nothing while they did whatever they wanted with these two and you think I would care to help a bunch of worthless people like you.." I asked and shook my head, "Not even on a good day and so far this day has sucked.."
"One more thing, your friend there.." I pointed at the unconscious leader, "..has alerted a band of Zombies of roughly twenty plus and they should be here within eight minutes. My advice, slip him and his friends outside the gate and barricade it and cover the blood on the ground then stay very quiet. Come morning they will be calmer with out the blood lust and someone can lead them away more easily. And with that, my hospitality has run dry.."
I strapped up the harness and started for the gate, no one even considered trying to stop me or even ask how I knew about the Zombie's. Instead they dragged the dead and wounded out of the gate and worked to secure it.
"Think they got it secured in time?" Charlie asked and I shrugged lightly.
"Do you care?" I asked her in reply. When she had to stop and think about it, I knew something inside her had changed. But after all she had been through, it may had changed well before this and this had just been that last push to reflect that change.
"Try to rest, we have a long ways to go." I said quietly. I was thankful we were far enough away that they didn't hear the leader screaming in the distance. I tuned it out and just kept going and keeping an eye out. From now on anyone trying to sneak up on us would pay a heavy toll if they were an enemy or not.
I listened as the road noise and the gentle bump slowly settled them both until they finally drifted off to sleep once again. Once they were out I let my body go, it seemed almost an automatic thing anymore. I didn't have to think about what I was doing, I could let my mind wander while my body maintained the constant speed. Now and then drifting a bit to skirt around zombies as they were recognized and then back on course once we were well past them. It was second nature now and even comfortable while at the same time I made peace with myself for doing what I knew to be right and true.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Charlie whispered still half a sleep. We were travelling through more farm lands now. The problem was that the cattle and horses were still stuck inside pastures. They were slowly starving so I started opening fences and gates as we were traveling. I made sure the fence material was bound up so no animals got caught up in them. Sadly those who had been inside pens or corals and could not escape had starved to death long ago.
"Just letting the animals run free so they can eat and drink." I assured her and began running once again. We were moving along the out skirts of a town called Lakeview. I hadn't been paying attention which State we were currently traveling through. It was a small Town but spread out pretty far within the Valley. It had once been a farming and ranching community, now it was just as dead and desolate as most of the others we had come across.
During our travels sense being ambushed, we had come across two other strongholds. One offered to adopt the girls, they had several couples who would love to have children. Both girls declined the offers. The second one went so far as to even ask what I would take in trade for them. I didn't kill them, but made it clear that I did not find their words to my liking.
"Aww the big soldier does have a heart after all.." Charlie sing songed at me. I rolled my eyes and muttered just loud enough for her to hear me.
"I can still turn around and take them up on their offer of trade for you, you know.." I replied with amusement in my voice and she giggled. As I continued the run I listened as she drifted back to sleep.
The sun would be rising in a couple hours and unless I found a really good spot. We would continue as far as we could. Less then fifteen minutes later I found a large Cabin with high fences and a solid gate. I pulled the trailer inside the opened gate and checked the interior before checking the Cabin. It was empty of people and zombies. The dust showed no one had been around in months. The owner must have either run off for lack of food, or during the hunt for food became that to the zombies.
I secured the gate and bent a metal bar through the access for the latch. Only someone very strong and with a functioning brain would be able to open it. Once inside we found a large screen TV, solar and wind power kept the place powered up and a DVD collection that would make Hollywood blush. I also took out some items they could mix up for their breakfast. The place would do for a day or two, and give me time to regain strength and peace of mind.
After a check around the perimeter of the fence I went back inside and carried the girls to a bedroom with bunk beds. Then moved to the Master Bedroom, took a shower, got cleaned up and went to bed.
I had enjoyed a descent nights sleep and was in the middle of a shower when I heard the scream. With out hesitating I ran from the shower to find both Tami and Charlie leaning against the door yelling for help. On the other side of the door a Zombie had somehow been hidden inside the fence. This was on me, I didn't check every building last night.
I raced forward even as I watched the zombies head lean in behind Charlie, she screamed even louder in pain. I knew she'd been bitten and my heart faltered even as I pulled her away. Tami scrambled out of the way while I kicked the zombie square in the chest sending him flying out of the cabin and slamming the door shut.
"Tami go in the bathroom and get the med kit, it's on the wall behind the door." I said quickly. With the virus people could take hours to days to change. With bites no more then twelve hours and most of the time within two or three at best.
"I'm going to change into one of them, you can't let me, please you can't let that happen." Charlie said in a voice full of fear and pain. I tore the shirt open carefully to look at the wound and sighed lightly.
"Charlie, I won't lie. The bite broke through the skin and drew blood. Chances are nearly a hundred percent you will turn into a Zombie." I said sadly. Out of a million people one might be immune to the virus, but because of infection they didn't survive either and death was a painful process for them. In all cases the bite was fatal. Then I frowned slightly, all except me.
"What, what is it?" Charlie asked when she noticed my thoughtful look.
"If you want to try, we can see if my blood can stop the process. I have no idea if it will work or not and if it does make you like me I will say this right now. It was a painful process lasting about five to seven days. A few times I almost wish I had become a zombie just so I could bite those stupid Doctors who did it to me." I admitted to her and grinned while she smiled and then nodded slowly.
"Do it, and promise me if it doesn't work, you stop me and protect Tami. And do not leave me as a zombie or I will hunt for you wherever you go and bite you on the butt every chance I get." she said smirking while I laughed lightly.
Pulling out my knife I cut my palm letting the blood well up and then pressing my hand against the bite wound. She gasped and clenched her jaws while I made sure the blood from my hand covered the entire bite wound.
Something in a Zombie's saliva acted as an agent that kept the blood from normally clotting and slowing or even stop the bleeding from continuing, most bites alone would not be considered fatal, but several none fatal bites would cause you to bleed out. And add that Zombie's won't continue to eat the dead, the victim is then left with the virus working inside them and bringing them back to a zombie state.
After making sure my blood covered the wound I grabbed a few napkins and covered my hand then watched her wound. The blood stopped flowing and her body tensed.
Tami rushed back with the big white and red box and popped it open. I smiled at her.
"Thanks Tami, while I bandage up Charlie could you go into the big bedroom and grab me some shorts, being naked right now is a bit uncomfortable." I asked her while she had been averting her gaze and laughed lightly before running off once again.
"Can't say I haven't enjoyed the show." Charlie quipped before grimacing in pain. I hugged her gently and rocked her back and forth.
"I have no idea if this will work, with the blood clotting already, I would say it is fighting off the Zombie Virus, but I can't be sure." I said to her quietly.
"Just keep your promise, you will not leave me a zombie if it goes that way." she said while I nodded slowly. She tilted her head up looking at me and I blinked back at her slightly startled.
"What?" she said and gasped as another wave of pain hit her.
"The color of your eyes are changing already. They are becoming purple like mine." I told her and picked her up.
"We need to get you to a room now, one that is darker or else the pain from lights will get added to what you are already feeling. The cure in my blood must have grown stronger sense I was injected, far as I know my eyes didn't change until a couple days after the injection." I explained and she nodded.
"That must mean your blood is working then, I won't be a zombie. But you are right, it hurts a lot." she said even as she gasped in pain. I laid her on the bed and Tami ran inside with my shorts while she handed them to me she was looking in the opposite direction while Charlie giggled at her between the waves of pain that was altering her body.
"Charlie is going to be like you now?" Tami asked as she looked back after I had pulled on the shorts.
"Yes.." I said and she nodded slowly.
"I want to be like you too, do I have to be bit by a Zombie first though?" she asked looking a bit scared at the prospect. I shook my head and smiled at her.
"No, you don't have to be bit by a Zombie first, in fact once you are like me you will be able to run far faster then a zombie and for much longer. And even if you do get bit, you won't change into one." I assured her and then frowned slightly. She would be safe from them, they would both be safe from them.
"Stay with Charlie, I will be right back." I told Tami, who nodded and climbed on the bed to lay beside Charlie. I went back into the kitchen and open the fridge, right on the shelf was the small bottles of insulin, the owner had been an insulin injecting diabetic. That also meant that they would have had syringes by the hundreds as most never reused them. I went through the cabinets and drawers until I found three full boxes of 25 count syringes and another box still containing eleven more within.
After pulling a fresh syringe out I swabbed the area over my arm where one of many veins pulsed just below the skin. For whatever reason my veins had always stood out like a freaken road map. With a slight pinch I was in and withdrew what looked to be around half the barrel and withdrew the needle. I figured it was probably about as much if not more then what had actually gotten into Charlie's blood. And with injecting it straight into Tami's vein, it should be more then enough.
"Are you sure you want this, it will hurt for several days before the change is complete. Afterwards you will be very sensitive to light, you won't be able to sleep for very long and you will have to exercise more or your muscles will get cramped and hurt." I explained to Tami yet again.
"Just do it, we need to keep her safe too." Charlie said through gritted teeth. I sighed and nodded then carefully slipped the needle into Tami's arm, she gasped softly and I injected her with my blood, it was a good thing I was what the Doctors called a universal donor or this would have been tricky.
For the next week we remained inside the cabin while my blood and the cure changed the girls bodies, in the dark I could see their eyes glowed softly. They would sleep when they could between the waves of pain and changes. The changes were complete within five days but because of what they went through and lack of sleep during the change, we stayed two more days to let them regain their strength.
I walked outside and kicked the zombie across the yard and into the fence. The damn thing still pissed me off to no end, biting a little girl. It got up slowly and I rush at it even as I lifted the sword. In an instant I had side stepped to the side and swiped the blade through his neck. His head rolled away from his body as it remained moving for two steps before falling down as well.
I dragged the body and head away before checking the garage for the first time and smiled widely at what I found. Inside was several mountain bikes with repair kits for tires, chains and even seats with spares for everything to repair on the road. While the girls got use to their new bodies, I made some changes to the small camper trailer to include a bike rack on the back for those times the girls were riding on the camper instead of on the bikes. The bike I would use was given a simple hitch to attach the camper with a quick release as well.
"All set?" I asked them as we pushed the bikes out of the yard and past the gate. I closed it back up. If other survivors were out there, this would make a good lay over that was secure. They both nodded as they climbed on their bikes.
"Remember at first you will notice anything and everything that moves, even animals. You will be amazed just how much you missed before and your sense of hearing and smell will also be heightened, sometimes to your disgust when you smell Tami fart." I said with a light chuckle while Tami blushed and yelled "Hey!"
Soon we were riding down the road, I didn't go very fast, I normally ran faster then we were currently riding, but the girls needed to build up their muscles and stamina and that took time even with the cure in their system. After a couple hours they needed to stop, so I hooked up the bikes to the rack and they rode on the top of the camper while I continued the ride. Riding also allowed me to be able to carry a water bottle and even snack while on the move.
I could hear them pointing out things to each other as they got use to seeing the world with new eyes. It was a good thing they had both grabbed several pairs of sun glasses at the same time that I did. They had even grabbed several pairs of the wrap around ski glasses that I favored and now they knew why. The standard glasses didn't stop light from entering from the sides or below them either which caused it to get uncomfortable rather quickly.
With them on the camper I picked up speed and was now traveling even faster then when I would run and making up time from the slow ride earlier. I could hear them laughing as we were riding up the road and even riding past zombies so quickly they didn't have time to respond and even when they did start to move to follow they gave up rather quickly as they lost sight of us.
I would ride on my own for four hours, then stop and have them ride for two hours and then I would go another four. After that I would set up camp while they jogged around in circles around the camp for a couple hours and then we would eat and sleep. Years of always being on guard for any noise insure that all of us were wide awake when ever we noted a change in the area. Even something as basic as a wind change would have us checking to insure it was still safe.
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We continued North heading for Bend Oregon, between Lakeview and Bend was roughly 175 miles of flat roads, hills and everything in between. I remembered one stretch where some folks from some College was doing a test using wind to power a car with a boat sail strapped to the top of it. I swear the things people paid money to study could give you nightmares. It wasn't the topic of what was being studied, it was the vast amount of money being thrown at the stupidest things, for example a zombie virus.
Thankfully the Mountain bikes had a wide range of gears so the Mountains were not as terrible as they could have been, it could also be the changes to our bodies as well. Either way the hundred and seventy five plus miles was definitely giving the girls a good work out. As the days went by and the riding continued, they started riding faster, lasting longer and had energy to burn. They got use to the way their vision had changed and adapted to the rest of their senses much faster then I could have anticipated.
I did notice that Tami had had an easier time with the changes then either Charlie or I did. Kids naturally adapt much easier to conditions then Adults normally do. Could be the same with their bodies as well. It would have to be something for the Scientists to figure out, as for me I would drop off the documents, give them a brief on everything I had seen, done and experienced and after that, I was out of there. No way am I getting locked up again in some lab and getting experimented on like some damn lab rat.
Besides I made a promise to both Charlie and Tami that we would find a real home, one they would be safe in and not ever feel like they would ever be forced into anything again by anyone. I pulled over to the scenic overlook that looked out over Bend. Even from here I could tell that the City was over run by the Zombie's and they were spread out pretty evenly. Being that the Highway ran right down the middle of it, there was no way we would get past them easily.
"Looks pretty bad.." Tami said quietly.
"Yeah, but lets face it, it would be flat out boring if it was easy." I replied and she grinned at me. I glanced along the highway and pointed off down the road.
"We'll stop at the Mini-Mart and find a City map, we'll map out a route to take us around that mess." I said and they both nodded. We rode the bikes until we were roughly two tenths of a mile from the small building. Then we pushed the bikes along the road keeping our eyes and ears opened. With the Zombie's spread out it meant no one was alive within the City, no food readily available. But that didn't mean that people were not hidden around the out skirts just waiting to ambush the unsuspecting.
After the last ambush I had started teaching them self defense. The first rule, do whatever it takes to win, remember they are out to take what is yours, weather that means possessions, your body or your life. That means they will not stop until they have one of those and maybe not even then. So be prepared to do what ever you have to in order to win.
I have no problem nut punching a fool if it means I win. I also have no trouble killing someone if I must in order to save my life or the lives of others. Both were doing very well, turns out with the added strength from the Cure, both would be able to overcome most men especially sense most would underestimate them.
I continued to listen to the surrounding area and except for the few small animals, nothing moved or shuffled out of the ordinary. After parking the bike, I tapped the door on the building and watched to see if anyone, or zombie, might show up. Nothing appeared, it was unusual but not unheard of, mostly zombies caught inside these places were let out when they chased after the uninformed who just walked up and opened the door.
I found a City map and tucked it away and after a quick check, found most of the shelves empty of anything that might be of use. Walking outside I noticed that the small animals had gone quiet. The Girls had also noticed as well, we all scented the air. No zombies around but there was a human hiding off in the bushes.
"What do we do?" Tami whispered. I climbed on the bike while calling back.
"If they were friendly they would have come out and said something. If they are sneaking around, then they are not friendly and I have no use for them." I replied loud enough I knew they had to of heard me.
We all turned to watch a woman stumble out of the bushes. I remembered her as one of the faces that was in the first car that drove off from Reno after the others had been forced out as bait for the Zombies. I watched her in her ragged and torn dress, or what was left of it as most seemed to be held up by several knots. From her appearance and somewhat wild eyes, I figured talk would not do much at this point.
"Climb on the Camper and strap in." I told her. She looked at the small camper with a confused expression. Tami climbed off her bike and being smaller then everyone else the woman did not seem to be scared of Tami.
"This way." Tami said in a soothing tone. She took the woman's hand and guided her to the camper then showed her how to climb up and then buckled her in. The woman seemed to panic slightly when Tami tried to get back down.
"Ride with her for now, I'll put your bike on the rack." I told Tami and went about securing the bike and then making sure everyone else was secured. I also handed the woman a water bottle from inside the camper.
"Just sip it slowly, or you will get sick." I explained to her, she looked dehydrated. Then I handed her a couple of the pancakes from breakfast that we use as snacks along the way. Again I told her to eat slowly to keep from getting sick. No idea how long it was sense she last ate anything, and after a quick look over her appearance, it didn't appear she had been bitten by a zombie either. Time would tell and I wasn't about to share my blood with anyone who could end up being dangerous.
Charlie and I started riding, we took it easy to conserve energy in case we needed to outrun anything that happen to come at us from the tree line. Using the map we cut down small country roads that would have almost no traffic of any kind, or so we were hoping. One of the newer looking neighborhoods showed off one house near the top of the hill as having not only solar power panels but a system that heated water off the sun as well. I parked the bike and camper off the side and out of the way of easy view from possible zombie stragglers.
When I checked this house, I checked every door, every room and every closet. I would not be getting sloppy again in my securing a place for nightfall.
"Place is secure and even has running hot water." I told Charlie while Tami cheered for a hot bath. Charlie and I laughed at Tami while the woman just watched her. She was much calmer now after having listened to us while we rode for the last two hours. We pulled up and into the garage which I had opened up so we could secure the bikes and camper. Then we all went inside and took in a few things from the camper that could be cooked properly.
Another reason I had picked the place was because it had a fireplace so we could cook if we needed to in case the appliances were not part of the solar power system. I sent Charlie and Tami to help our latest arrival with getting showered, cleaned up and into some proper clothes once she was dried off. The family who had lived here had not had the time to pack much of anything before leaving. Maybe they never made it back home either.
While the women got cleaned up I went back to the garage and checked on the work bench area. They also had similar bikes as what we were riding, so I set about making adjustments to the bikes rims, changing tires with new ones that they had hanging on the walls as well. By the time the women were cleaned up, the bikes were back in nearly new condition. Even sported new chains and fresh grease on the wheel bearings and pedals. The last thing we needed was break downs from lack of service and at a bad time.
They were all sitting in the Livingroom watching the sun slowly go down over the Mountains. I walked off and took my own shower, it wasn't going to stay hot for long but it was welcome anyways. After cleaning up and changing clothes I walked out and took a seat while starting a fire in the fireplace. The appliances apparently worked just fine and Charlie and Tami had a large stew pot filled with four cans of soup going and tossed in some venison from a deer I had brought down the day before and it was smelling really good.
We all talked about nothing and everything and laughed now and then as we got comfortable and passed the time.
"My Husband and son use to talk like this all the time." the woman said quietly. Now that she was cleaned up she looked a lot younger then I had originally assumed. Long black hair, light brown skin showed off a Latin heritage. Soft brown eyes that seemed less wild and nervous then when she first arrived with us. We all listened while she spoke.
"Our neighbor got sick, then his eyes turned red after he fell down. He bit my son, Jose, my Husband hit him with a big hammer in the head and pulled our son into the house. We had heard the news about how things were. We tried everything to clean out the wound and then we waited and prayed." she said while staring into the fire.
"Four hours later he was growling, red eyes and clawing at the door every time we made a sound. We had to leave him there and we ran. We packed up the car and drove, we had no idea where we could go. Then while trying to get away from Reno we saw people waving at us from Circus-Circus and we drove there. Too late to realize who they were." she said as she continued, now tears began to fall.
"They wanted the car for a big get away. They beat up my Husband, Tony, then made me do things or they would kill Tony. Two months later, they made Tony and others who they didn't like, run out the front of the Casino, while they took me and two other women with them in the cars to get away." she recited slowly while the rest of us listened.
"The Strongholds would not let them in, I would signal to them that these men were bad and not to be trusted. They figured out what I had done and beat me before leaving me back at the last cross roads before arriving here in Bend. I walked until I found the market, and then you came." she said and as she spoke she finally made eye contact with each of us in turn.
"Well you saved a lot of good people in warning them what kind of men they were even if it did leave you stuck with them." I said quietly. I got up and put away the dishes and rinsed them off, I always tried to leave places like this in good condition in case others needed a safe place to crash for the night. Afterwards I grabbed a blanket and stretched out on the couch. Then Tami and Charlie grinned and ran off, pretty soon they were dragging the mattresses from two of the beds across the floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked. They dropped them on the floor side by side and laid two large comforters on them and then laid on top of the comforters and pulled blankets over themselves while Charlie said,
"We have no idea if the heater works and we know the fireplace does.." she said smiling. I laughed lightly and walked down and grabbed several pillows from the beds and brought them out along with another blanket for the unnamed woman.
"My names Dakota, this is Charlie and Tami. You are welcome to sleep out here or in the bedrooms, your choice." I told her and then laid out on the bed where both Charlie and Tami curled against me. We didn't need much in the way of bedding. Then I felt the mattress shift and looked over to see the woman lay down behind Tami.
"My name is Maria, nice to meet you and your family." she said before she shifted her gaze to the large window. The windows were very tall, while the lower part was covered by curtains, the upper allowed us to see the stars beyond it.
"Oh we're not related.." Tami said quietly to Maria. Everyone was still enjoying the quiet of the evening and the feeling of safety.
"Family is not always by Blood, sometimes the strongest Family are the ones you choose to call your Father, Mother, Brother or Sister." Maria said softly.
"She is right, I spent four tours in the Marines fighting in another Country. Those people that fought beside me felt closer to me then my own Brothers after a while. And I love my Brothers and Sister very much, but the bonds developed during battle go even deeper." I said quietly while watching the stars.
"Wha.. What are you?" Maria gasped as she backed up from us. She was staring into our eyes and I realized too late that we had removed our glasses when we entered the house. With it being full dark now our eyes automatically adjusted to the dim light by glowing slightly.
"We're human, but during the first wave I was bitten. They flew me straight to Nevada, outside of Vegas. The Doctors there injected me with a supposed cure, only they messed up. The cure altered my body a bit. I am stronger, faster, I can see at night and my eyes glow somewhat. Not only that but I am immune to bites." I explained to her and held up my hand. Thankfully while in Reno, and out of boredom, I had ran the printer dry making hard copies of all the files. It took me three trips through the Casino and breaking into Offices in order to snag printers and ink cartridges to get all the documents finished, including my own notes.
I grabbed my bag and pulled out the file, before slowly handing it to her along with a pen light so she could read the papers for herself. Maria must be a freaking speed reader or something because she was flipping papers over quickly while her eyes scanned the papers.
"It looks like they were developing a drug that would have put the sperm in a dormant state, the problem would have come after intercourse, the sperm would have basically woken up..." she paused a bit while looking a page over and sighed as she rolled her eyes, ".. they took a wrong turn here, this is where they accidently ran into the Zombie Virus. If they had just developed a second pill for the males partner which could have trace amounts of the original drug within it, the sperm would have simply stayed dormant and none of this would have happened." she concluded while dropping the papers with a huff of irritation and sadness.
"And you are the patient they spoke of?" she asked looking at me and I nodded. Then she looked at both girls and back at me with her silent question. I explained what had happened during the trip from Lakeview and she asked both of them several questions as well.
"So you are all a walking cure and pretty much the next step in evolution for us all." she said and laid back down next to Tami.
I laid down and thought to myself a long time, "You know a lot about the science in all of this."
"I use to work at a major development and research company. But you can only research just so many drugs for ED (erectile Dysfunction) before you get fed up with the whole thing. I mean seriously the amount of money spent to ensure a man.. umm.." she looked at Tami before changing her words, "... performs versus fighting Cancer is ridiculous. If we put half that effort into what really matters, we would have cures for most major illnesses within a decade." she gruffed sourly while I laughed softly. She looked over and noted Charlie was giggling as well and started laughing.
"I know what you mean, been many a time during all this I wondered to myself, why the hell did a man need a pill when a condom has been working just fine, with precaution, for longer then I have been alive?" I replied and shook my head a bit.
Pretty soon the conversation died away as the girls dozed off first. I was pretty sure that Tami had slipped away during all the science talk. Charlie was sleeping soundly as well and I moved to put a few more logs on the fire to keep it going through until morning. While the girls and I didn't need it, I was sure Maria would not like an Ice cold room to wake up to in the morning.
"What was it like for them when they changed?" Maria asked from the glow of the fire light. She was watching me move and even though I moved with no sound at all, she had been awake.
"Charlie wasn't nearly as bad as I was when I changed. And for Tami it was easier. It is a painful process and takes about five days and after that you feel like you went through either the worst hang over of your life or like you do after a bad run in with a flu bug. Your muscles hurt, your eyes and head hurt, you feel like someone came at you with a vacuum and sucked out all your energy. It takes a couple days of rest and in a dark room so you can relax and regain your strength." I explained to her and looked back at her.
"And if I were to change?" she asked nervously.
"I would say anyone older then 21 to 25 would probably have the same affects as I did. Older then that I have no idea. I figure it was easier on Charlie and Tami because, well, lets face it kids, young adults they tend to adapt a lot easier to changes then adults do in the long run. And the older you are, the more your mind and body try to fight against those changes." I said trying to explain it as how I saw it. I really had no science to back up any of that crap I just spouted.
"Let me explain something here, being Immune to the Zombie's sounds like great fun. But here is the down side. I can't sleep more then four hours at a time and most times much less because I wake up to every noise, every whisper. Sure I am stronger, faster and see at night as well." I said then sat down facing her.
"You and I are young enough to have and raise children, Charlie will be soon and later Tami will want that same option. But have you considered the possibility that the changes in our bodies have made us sterile?" I asked her. Her eyes opened wider at that possibility.
"Have you considered what would happen if you did have sex with someone who was not like us and the outcome of such a union?" I asked her curiously. She shook her head slowly.
"I did this for Charlie because I did not want to have to kill her if she became a zombie. I did it for Tami because the risks of her being attacked out here are fairly high. If we had already been at a base or stronghold or found a real home type environment, I would have said no. I wanted them to have the chance at a real family, not a fifty-fifty chance because of how we are now." I explained slowly. I could see both girls watching us out of the corner of my eye.
"As you said you do not know for certain one way or another." Maria said finally after several minutes of silence. She sat up slowly.
"I am willing to take that chance, I do not want to live in fear. I would rather live my life on my own terms." she said quietly. Then smiled lightly as she added, "Besides I am a scientist, I can be my first test subject once we land in a safe place where such things can be done." I smiled as I listened, Tami pushed my bag towards me and I pulled out a syringe.
"You are a Doctor?" Maria asked me and I shook my head.
"Nope, Marine, while my main function was a sniper, I was also a scout and part of that training is basic training as a medic, just enough to stop a bleeding wound until a real Doctor can take care of the real problems." I said while swabbing my arm and withdrawing blood. She held out her arm and I swabbed it carefully and then injected the blood into her vein.
"It feels hot.." Maria said as she watched her arm with curiosity.
"Come on, come morning you will not appreciate the light. You can take the Master Bedroom and hold up there for the week." I said while pulling her up. Tami stood up and followed us.
"What is she doing?" Maria asked as she hissed in pain from the first wave.
"She and Charlie will take turns staying with you and keeping you comfortable. It seemed to help them during the transition." I told her and helped her to bed. Tami moved beside her and began to gently rub her back. Moving around the room I closed the curtains to ensure no light would be able to enter the room during the day. Then went into the bathroom and used nails to cover the window with a blanket as well.
Walking back into the Livingroom Charlie was watching the fire and looked over at me.
"Do you think that was wise?" she asked.
"What did your senses tell you about her?" I asked her and she stopped to think about it.
"That she could be trusted, that she was not a bad person." she said after a few minutes.
"Part of this change has also been a heightened sense of things not seen or heard. But a sense of just instinct. I have learned to trust it, it is also what told me you and Tami are both good people and worth trusting." I explained to her while she listened.
"So do you really think that none of us will ever be able to have children?" Charlie asked as she looked back at me and I shrugged lightly.
"Think about it the original concept of the drug was to stop pregnancy, nothing says that the base of that drug still isn't fully active and now part of our bodies." I reminded her and again shrugged lightly.
Charlie laid back on the mattress and curled against my side. Slowly sleep crept over us both, it was going to be a long week.
I woke up a few times and Charlie and Tami took turns switching out to offer Maria comfort. During the night I would slip through the store fronts and avoid the zombies while gathering things that would help with our added traveler. Even found a bike shop and grabbed extra supplies to help with keeping the bikes in operating order including a complete set of tools as well. In the shop I found a small trailer built specifically for bikes. A much lighter frame and a descent capacity for hauling things and made with a material that kept it weather proof to keep things inside dry.
I loaded up the small trailer with everything and made my way back to the house. The Cure had also given me a better sense of direction and an uncanny sense to where Charlie, Tami and now Maria were at any given moment. It was like an invisible tether that would always lead me straight back to them no matter how far I traveled. It was a little unnerving but also made me feel much better when I needed to scout the area.
I arrived at the house and the garage door opened as I walked up to find Tami, she looked a bit confused, "Not sure why, but I knew you were coming back and I knew when to open the garage for you." she admitted and I just smiled.
"You get use to it, learn to trust your instincts. So far they haven't steered me wrong yet." I replied and pulled the trailer up the slight incline of the driveway. Once inside we closed the garage.
"Grab the clothes and the backpack, they go up to Maria." I explained to her and she grabbed them and ran off. I went through both trailers and sorted things out into what needed to be stored, into the bigger trailer, and what needed to be easily accessible stored into the lighter trailer.
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"That feels wonderful Charlie..." Maria sighed in comfort even with the pain still moving through her body.
"That's good, but the name's Dakota.." I whispered back while gently massaging her back. She stiffened for a moment but then relaxed as I continued to rub her back slowly. I did a silent count down until she realized that she was still naked from her sponge bath earlier and she beeped in surprise trying to cover her front.
"You still have the blanket over you except for your back, just relax." I said with some amusement. She slowly relaxed again.
"Perv!" she shot back laughing softly even as I laughed.
"I'm a man, I'm allowed.." I replied between laughs which only made her laugh until she gritted her teeth in pain.
"How much longer?" she whimpered as the wave slowly eased.
"Today should be the last day, we will stay two more days so you can recover and start to get use to the changes. I will admit that the changes will continue for up to a month. But they are minor and barely even noticed, the main thing is the pain will no longer be part of those changes. She nodded and leaned back into my hands as I slowly worked a knot loose.
Charlie and Tami were a sleep in the Livingroom after a descent lunch and a long night of switching off with Maria. I had taken a long shower after a five hour run to ensure the house and area were still safe from zombies and marauders. Now I was laying behind Maria who finally drifted off to sleep. Laying back I drifted off as well.
Waking up in a fully alert status meant something unusual had woken me up. I found Maria's naked body curled over mine, in any other situation I would have been very happy and welcomed anything she felt up for at the moment.
"Something feels wrong.." Maria whispered. I nodded and she slowly moved back while I stood up. It was definitely something, because it even affected Maria who probably would have been embarrassed to find herself draped over me in such a fashion. I slipped to the window with out making a sound.
It was dark outside but it didn't hinder me in the least as I watched several men moving through the tree's and sneaking up on several houses. Raiders were going through the houses in order to grab supplies. Houses were much easier then trying to go to downtown Zombie Central to raid stores.
"Raiders, they should be here in a few minutes. Depends on what they find in the other houses." I whispered to her and she nodded slowly. Charlie and Tami were already listening by the door. I continued watching the men, barely moving the curtain. Maria got up and quickly dressed. She was past the pain and I am sure she was feeling the after affects. She would need more rest before she would feel even slightly normal, well the new normal.
"The houses are empty for the most part, I already went through them, I'll send them on their way." I told them then grabbed the gun I had found hidden in the garage and my staff. I walked to the front door while Maria, Charlie and Tami waited in the Livingroom.
I opened the door just as a hand was reaching for it, the man jumped and pulled his knife. Then he noted the rather large barrel of the pistol pointed in his face.
"I don't care if you are selling Religion, we aren't buying." I said before he could think to say anything. His eyes focused on me and it took him a moment to realize I had actually spoken and was not growling at him or trying to bite his face off.
"Put down the gun!" a voice called out. I had already had time to check out their weapons and no one was carrying anything beyond edged weapons and a few bows with arrows.
"Naw, I think I will keep it and you all can continue down the road doing what you are doing, you all have a good night." I called back and started to close the door.
"How long do you think you can last alone?" the same voice called back.
"Longer then you all, you suckers are way too loud to be in your line of work. My suggestion, run and find a secure house while you can. All your yelling has already alerted the zombies down the street and they are coming to see what's on the menu." I called back.
"I mean how long do you think you can keep those women to yourself, you only have nine rounds, maybe twelve, we number much more then that." the voice sneered. I swiveled my arm while still staring at the man in front of me and fired. I saw the loud mouths head jerk and his body hit the ground.
"Who wants the other eleven shots?" I called out. Everyone was silent for about a minute before a voice called out Zombies. Now all of them were running down the street. I closed the door as a mass of twenty to thirty zombies were moving straight for them.
"That was close.." Maria mumbled softly.
"Naw once you remove the instigator, the followers will back off and horniness turns into self-preservation." I replied and winked. She laughed along with Charlie while Tami looked a bit confused. I had been tracking another sound as well, apparently they thought to try and use the front door as a distraction while someone snuck around the back. I moved to the door that led to the basement which had it's own door to the backyard area. As the handle started to turn, I plunged the blade of my staff through the door and heard the grunt of surprise and pain on the other side. When I pulled the blade free I heard the body tumble down the stairs.
I opened the door and looked down at the bottom. Some guy had been holding his own long bladed knife preparing to attack from behind. Now he was just dead meat. The sword had penetrated his chest and the fall broke his neck. Walking down I dragged his corpse from the house and into the tree line and then cut off his head, at this point I didn't take chances with dead bodies. Then returned after securing the doors and windows in the basement. I also set a few traps just incase the goon squad was stupid enough to return.
I kept an eye out through the night while Maria, Charlie and Tami took time out to rest and regain their strength. Smiling to myself I sat on the deck that faced the street and listened. I could still hear a few of the men who tired and fell prey to the Zombies still hot on their trail. Several yards away a few men had been able to get inside a house or shed and usually slamming the doors in the faces of those they had called friend at one time or another.
The stupid part was that it was easy to lead zombie's on a wild goose chase, unless of course you had no clue what you were doing when you tried it. Zombies have no way of bending down to crawl after you if you duck under something or leap over it. They will remain there bouncing against the object until you are either out of sight or the object falls over.
If you are out of shape never try to just out distance them, you will tire long before they do. For the most part, zombies do not crawl, they do not kneel down to look under something. They are like a blunt object trying to crash through anything in their way. Now with that in mind, it is no wonder children are of the highest survivor number, children will always try to hide under or crawl under and around things to get away. It will work, problem here is the down side.
Children did not see Mom, Dad, Brother or Sister as the enemy even with red eyes and growling. Against strangers, no problem they are out the door and down a rabbit hole. But against relatives or those thought close friends, they didn't run until it was too late.
Getting up I realize the men would not be returning. Most were caught by the zombies and those not caught, will be surrounded by them. They were now stuck inside the very homes thought to be safety, were now their prisons. Hunger would eventually drive them out into the streets, but for the most part they'll be dead within a block or two.
Walking into the garage I pulled over one of the bikes that had been hung on the wall by the family who had lived here. I ran a complete service and made sure the tires were in top condition. After that I hooked up the small bike trailer to Charlie's bike and got it prepared for the journey to come. We would not be staying for those two extra days, Maria would have to ride on the camper. I hated doing it, but if that raider group was just a small part of something bigger, I did not want to be here when the rest came looking for them.
In most of the strongholds women out numbered the men by nearly five to one. Men are stupid and tend to put themselves at risk more often then not. As long as they continue to take chances or allow bullies to make their choices for them, men will continue to die out while the women get taken advantage of by said bullies or left widow because their men were just idiots.
When morning arrived no one questioned why we were leaving and Maria didn't even argue about being put on the trailer. Part of finding the gun also had me stocking up on ammo for the gun from one of the sporting goods stores next door to the bike shop. More then five thousand rounds would ensure us being safe. At least until we found a proper place of safety. Turns out Maria is a marksman, she trained every weekend on a shooting range with her husband just for fun and as a stress reliever from her job during the week. So the extra ammo was inside the camper while the gun and an extra magazine remained with her.
"Where too?" Tami asked. I pointed North while closing the garage.
"We continue North, but thanks to the morons last night, the neighborhoods will be a bit more funtastic then I would normally like." I said with an exaggerated sigh. They all nodded.
"I will ride in the lead, then Tami and Charlie will take up the rear. Maria for the first hour I need you to stay awake and help keep an eye out. Now be aware you will see a lot of movement, most will just be small animals, squirrels, mice and even birds. We are watching for zombies and those idiots from last night." I explained to them all while they nodded and listened.
"I had no idea there were so many animals out here." Maria gasped softly while looking around.
"They were always out here, we just never noticed them until now." Tami called out softly from behind her.
We had seen the remnants of several of the men who had not made it and were too torn up to come back as a Zombie. A few had turned and could not keep up with us as we rode straight through. One area had a lot of Zombie's surrounding several houses, my guess was that many of the raiders were holed up inside hoping that the zombie's would find something else to chase.
Once we were clear of the City limits, Maria could finally relax. She used the thick blanket to help block out the sun and drifted off to sleep. Thankfully we had several more pairs of the wrap around sun glasses, I grabbed all I could find from the sporting goods store. Taking our time we rode with less speed and relaxed. We were in no hurry to run into yet another zombie infested City or another possible Raider trap.
Taking our time we made an overnight stop at an old KOA Campground just outside of Redmond. Thankfully no zombie trouble to be seen in the area. And the old single wide mobile home seem to be in good condition. It would enable Maria to sleep off the last of her change and give her the much needed rest her body was craving.
Once everyone was inside the mobile, I moved the bikes around so that they would not be seen or visible to anyone passing by on the Highway. I checked the tanks and found that the Propane was more then half full. Well it would make cooking easier. Once inside and checking the Mobile Home I also found that it used a pellet heating system. I filled the hopper with the pellets and got it started up. The solar cells I had seen up on the roof were keeping battery power topped up and we didn't need lighting. Just enough power to keep the thermostat on the pellet system working.
I made up some flat bread, mixed up some eggs and tossed in some meat from a rather awnery turkey that should have turned and ran instead of chasing us. Always did wonder how a bird as stupid as a turkey could possibly survive in a world full of zombies.
I sat by the large sliding glass doors watching the world outside. My constant state of alertness told me Maria was awake and watching me.
"You should try to sleep, tomorrow we start building up your muscles. Time to start riding a bike." I said quietly. She laughed softly and yawned slightly.
"Feels like all I have been is a burden on you all." she admitted as she sat down beside me and handed me a water bottle. I took a long drink before replying.
"I went through it, Charlie and Tami did as well. Granted you all had it easier, at least someone was there to help you through it and explain what was happening. I was trapped in a lab with nothing but ignorant Doctors watching me through a glass. None of them knew I could hear everything they said and learned how this all started and where it ended up." I said then shrugged a bit.
"What will happen once you have reached this Base?" Maria asked. I glanced at the girls before looking at Maria.
"Once someone has the information from the folder, I am done with the Military and the secret lab experiments. I made a promise to those two that I would find them someplace safe to try and live out some sort of normal life." I said finally and looked back out the large window. The Darkness inside would make it impossible for anyone outside to see us so I hadn't bothered with closing the curtains yet. When the sky would start to brighten, then I would close the curtains.
"What are your plans?" I asked her and she looked over and shrugged lightly.
"My plans were to escape the city, but that didn't go well. Now that I am like you and the girls, I am not so sure that any Stronghold would want me around and any lab would probably try to capture me for experiments." she admitted and sighed softly.
"Well you are welcome to join us for as long as you like, just try not to bore us." I said as I stretched out for a nap and winked playfully at her. Maria rolled her eyes and huffed in reply before laying down as well.
Once again my eyes snapped open from a sound sleep, I was really getting tired of it too. I got up and made sure the curtains remained closed against the light. After grabbing my sunglasses I moved back and carefully looked out towards the street. Several men, roughly two dozen, were walking down the Highway towards Redmond. From the looks of it this was all that remained of the raider group who thought they could give us trouble in Bend.
"What is it?" Charlie asked even as Tami stepped up with Maria.
"The Raiders from Bend are heading towards Redmond. From here we can continue North, which takes us to Redmond and then to Madras. Or we can cut North West and hit Sisters instead. Going that route is mostly uncharted for me. Most I know about Sisters is that it's pretty much a tourist trap for motorist who like to Sunday drive no matter what day it is." I said while watching the last of the Raiders continue down the Highway.
"Either direction a better option for traveling?" Maria asked. I moved to sit on the couch followed by the others who took seats where ever they could be found.
"Both options are going to require us to detour around the heart of Redmond, lets face it we do not need to be running into a Town full of zombies. After that both roads are pretty much the same. Only real difference is that between Redmond and Madras is about forty or so miles of High Desert. While heading to Sisters is more farm lands with desert dotted here and there." I told them.
"Which way do you think the Raiders will go?" Maria asked curiously. I pulled out the map of the area.
"Most of the State maps will show the most commonly used Highways, which is what most people follow even subconsciously. Which means they will most likely head for Madras and on up to the Dales. Most of it depends if they have a destination in mind or if they are just wandering until they can land someplace that would let them be bullies over some group." I explained while pointing out the map.
"Going to Sisters will give us more options as well. For one we won't be going over Mount Hood which would be a steep ride. Even in a car it can be a bit tricky if you aren't careful. From Sisters you get a gradual climb, but not too badly, it will take longer getting to Portland in that direction but the trip won't be nearly as exhausting." I added while they considered the options.
"I vote we don't decide right away, lets ride out and keep an eye on the Raiders, and which ever one they don't pick, we take it. Even going over a mountain they would still be slower on foot then we are on bikes." Charlie suggested and I looked at Tami and Maria while they both nodded in agreement.
"Well that's settled, let's eat and give them a few more minutes to get ahead of us before we load up and head out." I said while folding up the map. After eating some breakfast we packed up, Maria was moving around better now that she had been able to catch up on rest from the changes.
Once the trailers were packed up we took off at an easy going ride. Maria would need to build up her muscles and stamina so she could maintain the speed the girls and I were use to traveling at, admittedly even the girls were not capable of maintaining my speeds. But that would come with time and they were getting there very quickly.
The easy going ride brought us to the outskirts of Redmond fairly quickly and from the top of the small incline we could see the Raiders were having a bad time all around. There was a descent size stronghold where the old Military base once stood, most of the buildings made from concrete and fenced in with descent materials. From where the original base had started it appeared they had extended the fence at least a half a dozen times. Most likely as more and more survivors joined them they would extend the fence and build new buildings and farm areas to accommodate them all.
Currently the Raider group was attacking them from one direction while defending against zombies in the opposite direction. It wouldn't be long before the Raiders would be dead.
"What do we do now?" Maria asked while stretching out sore and tired muscles she probably hadn't used sense she was a kid riding a bike. I sat down at the small park bench, we had pulled into a small park that over looked a decent amount of the town.
"We relax and wait, at least we know now that the roads will be clear of them." I replied while Charlie and Tami stretched out on the grass.
"Listen I know I seem cruel at times, a Jackass at others. But I am not about to go and help them assholes out. You heard who they are and what they planned. You seriously think they would have cared what Tami's age is right now?" I asked as she continued to seem to struggle with the idea of doing nothing.
"What my age is, what does my age have to do with anything?" Tami asked. Now I did it and this was not a talk I was prepared to give. Maria looked at Tami, her expression softening.
"There are things men and women do when they love and care for each other. But sometimes bad men and even bad women, do those things for their own pleasure and they don't care if the other wants it or not. Those men would have made you do those things and right now you should not be doing them even with someone you love and care about. It is something for when you are older and very sure about them." Maria explained while Tami listened.
"You mean sex and rape, like when Charlie kept bad men from hurting me by letting them do those things to her." Tami said sadly. Charlie looked on in shock and surprise, tears brimming her eyes.
"You think I didn't know, but I did, I heard your cries of pain when they hurt you, I heard your sobs when you returned and thought I was a sleep. I didn't know what to say to make it better so I stayed quiet." Tami admitted and hugged Charlie tightly.
"How did you find out?" Charlie asked between hic ups.
"I didn't at first, I'm sorry but at first I thought you wanted to go with them and I got so mad at you and jealous.." Tami admitted and glanced away.
"Jealous?" Charlie asked as she looked at Tami in confusion.
"Tami loves you far more then as a Sister, have you not noticed her glances or the way her heart beats a bit faster when you enter the room." I asked Charlie, her eyes widened slightly and she looked back at Tami.
"I would get so mad that I would not talk to you for the rest of the night and into the next day. Then one night I heard you talking to one of them and reminding them of the agreement. You would do anything they wanted with out fight, as long as they did not touch me." Tami whispered and I could hear the guilt threading through her tone. Tears continued to leak down Charlie's cheeks. Maria's own face showed her own mixture of emotions, everything from sorrow to pure anger. I clasped Maria's hand and shook my head when she looked at me, this was something between Charlie and Tami.
"It was then I realized you were doing it not out of anything you felt for them, but because you were protecting me." Tami whispered and looked at Charlie, "At that moment I knew what I felt for you was real and I would never turn you away ever again. I even knew you were trying to continue to protect me when you went to Dakota that night in Reno." Tami added. Maria looked at me in something of shock.
"We never did anything that night or any other night. Dakota has always been one of the good guys and told me I should never give myself to anyone but the one I love." Charlie said quietly and smiled at Tami whose eyes brightened with the information. Maria looked at me with something of an apology for even considering that I would do such a thing.
Maria and I walked off a bit to give the girls a bit of privacy. Moving between a few boulders I was able to stay hidden while watching the continuing battle going on with the Raiders slowly being wiped out. The few who tried to give up and ran towards the stronghold for rescue from the zombies were shot down with several arrows. The stronghold was not going to allow criminals to take up space or food within their walls after showing their true colors.
"What kept you from taking up Charlies offer, I can't imagine there have been many women sense you got bit and made the change." Maria asked slowly. I laughed softly and shook my head.
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We sat listening and watching as the Raiders fell to the Stronghold defenders, they acted with near Military precision in their defense of the Stronghold. Which told me that Military was running the place and training the survivors. I sat back against the boulder and looked at Maria, her words still hanging in the air between us.
"If Charlie had been a half a dozen years older and I hadn't been changed. Then yeah I would have taken up her offer and jumped her bones that night. I was sorely tempted, but the reality was this, she wasn't offering because she wanted to, she was offering as a means to protect Tami, which to me showed more courage then many of the soldiers I fought beside in Iraq." I told her and looked back towards Tami and Charlie who were still talking. I could hear them clearly but stayed out of their business, what they did was none of my business.
"I can understand that.." Maria said quietly. Turning we heard noises as the smaller of the two gates opened. Two people darted out of them and started running around luring the zombies away from the Stronghold. I turned and led Maria back to the girls who were hugging each other far more then they had before.
"She admitted she loves me too!" Tami exclaimed and I laughed lightly. Charlie was blushing brightly and stammering a bit.
"Hey Charlie.." I said while kneeling before them both, "You can not choose who to love, you either will or you won't. Never give it up or throw it away because you fear how others will see you or how they will react to you. You hold on to it tightly and never let go." They both looked at me in shock at first and then nodded as they smiled. I could imagine both had held such feelings for years but until now never knew how to express it before and with Tami, she was confused as to how Charlie would react once Tami told the truth.
"Lets get going, that Stronghold is Military run. We can leave a copy of the files with them and then continue on our way up to Washington." I explained to them, it was still my intension to spread out these notes to as many places who could make use of them as possible. And a Military run or Science run base or Stronghold would have a chance to do something.
We walked the bikes down the slight slope of the main road right up to the base. I didn't want to ride full on up to the gates, wanted to be sure we weren't being watched from outside the base where we could get ambushed from behind.
"Halt, state your business!" a voice called out. We stopped moving forward and looked around. The fence was well secured and the Gate reinforced with solid telephone poles for the posts.
"Just dropped by to hand over a copy of several Military documents that pertain to the Zombie Virus to your Base Commander. If no one like that exists, we shall be on our way and trouble you no further." I called back and rolled my eyes at Maria who stifled a giggle along with both Charlie and Tami. Then I spotted a car parked off to the side and nodded towards it, Maria looked over and gasped softly.
"General Jackson does not see anyone!" the voice called back.
"General Jackson, you mean old Stonewall is still alive, well I'll be damned. Well you tell him Major Greywolf sends his greetings, and don't worry. My friends and I would never stay inside a stronghold who welcomes rapists, murderers and thieves into their community anyways." I called back and waved at Maria and the girls. We all started to climb on the bikes when the gate started opening.
As the gate opened I saw Maria freeze with wide eyes. Then I noted three men start to try and make their way away from the gate and further into the compound, with out even thinking about it my hands collected the throwing knives and I sent them flying.
Three voices cried out and the men hit the ground with the blades sticking out of their legs. Several leveled their bows at me and the women, "Drop the weapons!" one of them yelled.
I nodded to the women and they carefully moved away from me. I shifted my weight and began selecting which targets would go down first before replying, "Those men kidnapped and raped three women as they took them from Reno and left several others to act as zombie bait while they made their escape in the car sitting outside your fence. The dark blue Ford."
"He's lying!" one of the men shouted. I looked over at the men and smiled, only it wasn't one full of happiness, it was one of pure evil intent.
"I'll assume you stopped on the rise and when you saw the extent of the stronghold, you knew they would never let you in if the two women were there to tell their side of the story." I said slowly then looked at the gate guard who had been speaking.
"Tell me something, did any of your scouts find two dead women shortly after the arrival of those three men?" I asked him and watched him nod slowly, "One of them with strawberry blond hair and jade green eyes, the second blond with sky blue eyes." I asked while he nodded then glared at the three men.
"ENOUGH!" a voice boomed out as it seemed like everyone was starting to talk over the others. I looked over to watch the powerfully built General stride over to where we were all standing. Everyone of the Guards stood at attention in an instant. The others made sure the three men didn't try to crawl off to hide somewhere. The General stopped dead when he saw me and grinned widely. I had served with him during Iraq when he was a Colonel and we had been in a lot of scrapes together. When the Zombie outbreak hit, everyone was pulled back to the US, from all over the World every country pulled their Military back to try and regain control.
"Well, I'll be Damned.. Major Greywolf.." he said with a grin. He walked over and looked me up and down.
"We were about to subdue him for attacking those three new arrivals." the Guard was saying and indicating the downed men. The General looked back and forth.
"Subdue him?" the General asked with a smirk, "Son, this man has gone behind enemy lines and wiped out entire companies of enemy soldiers who were better trained then you. Now stand down before I kick your ass myself." the General barked at him and the Guard flinched.
"Now tell me about those men.." The General asked me.
"The one with the scar on his cheek and the brown haired one were riding with two women, one blond and the other was strawberry blond. They had been in a sky blue Camaro while the other guy traveled with a black haired woman in the blue Ford outside your gate. Apparently somewhere along the way they all had to travel together." I said as I watched the men trying to look for an escape route.
"What did they do?" The General asked.
"When I arrived in Reno, I watched them shove men, women and children out of a gated Circus-Circus Casino as a diversion for the mass of zombies, so they could make their getaway with their victims out the back. Apparently the women with them were their slaves to be raped when ever the men felt like it." I explained to him. I could see him gritting his teeth in anger.
"How did you learn the fate of those women, know that they were not willing?" the General asked.
"For one they were crying hysterically in the cars as they were driven away. And because I found the black haired woman, her name is Maria." I said and gestured towards her. The General swiveled his gaze to her and noted her wide eyes still staring intently at the men with a mixture of anger and fear.
"Good enough, Sargent get that scum off my Base!" he demanded and paused, "Oh and retrieve the Majors blades for him while you are at it. And if any of them offer a fight, beat them all as you see fit." The General then waved at me to follow him and I waved at Maria, Charlie and Tami. We all pushed the bikes into the compound and parked them along the wall near the gate.
When I started towards the General I noted a familiar face, "You there!" the woman's eyes widened and she pointed at herself and I nodded. The General stopped to look back at me and then at the woman.
"General that woman needs to come with us." I told him.
"What for?" he asked curiously. I pulled my glasses off and looked into his face and he blinked in shock.
"To explain why she did this to me and what the hell is going on." I answered then put on the glasses before the pain became too much.
"Come with us Doctor and be quick." he demanded even as two Guards moved to escort her.
"Who is she?" Tami asked as she stayed by Charlie and Maria and myself. I could tell the General was listening along with his men who accompanied him.
"After I was bit, she was the first one on the scene and injected me with whatever it was that turned me into this, instead of a Zombie." I replied and yeah I will admit to being a bit angry about the whole process. Sure I am glad not to be a Zombie, but being separated from the rest of humanity didn't really help either.
After hearing I had been bit, I noticed the men around us tense up and create a bit more space around us. I sighed and just rolled my eyes.
"Oh give us a break, he was bit more then four years ago." Charlie said aloud before adding, "Big time soldiers and turned chicken in an instant.." Tami and Maria giggled softly while the General chuckled as well.
We walked as a group and as we traveled I could see vast improvement over the other strongholds. The Buildings were a mix of steel and tin siding while the main buildings for Command and sleeping quarters were Concrete blocks with heavy steel doors. Even if the Zombies did get past the gates and fences, they would have a hard time invading the Main Buildings where everyone would have evacuated in to for their final stand. Up above the buildings flared out from the walls just enough to create 'Murder Holes'.
"I see the General incorporated his love of old style Castles and their defenses." I said with a grin while glancing at the walls and upper levels. The General laughed lightly, "You know me, always use everything you can for attack and defense." he replied with a grin.
"What are those holes?" Tami asked as she looked up at the buildings.
"A very old style of defense developed by the English, or hell maybe even before them. Who ever developed them did a good job. Basically if we did loose the fence and gates. These buildings are made of concrete, they could push all day long and never budge. Now admittedly we can't just hole up inside and wait them out, have to get rid of them somehow. That is where those holes come in. From above we can drop things down on them that will destroy them and not damage the building." The General explained.
"Like Grenades?" Tami asked. The General shook his head.
"Those would work for a couple drops, but they would weaken the walls. We have a home made napalm mixture, drop that on them with a flare and the fire won't burn out until there is nothing left to burn. No more zombies and we haven't damaged the walls either." The General said and shrugged lightly, "The Plan is to never have to use them, lets face it. I'd rather they stayed outside the damn fence then have to test the building defenses." Several voices uttered an Amen to that one.
We walked inside the Command Center where the General held meetings, made plans and generally kept the place running through his Commanders. We all took a seat around a large table.
"Well you wanna tell me how you got from South of Vegas to here and start from the beginning, you know how much I love a good story." The General said while he lit up a cigar and sat back watching me. I took a deep breath and began reciting the story.
The General sat looking dumb founded before saying, "I knew the labs were doing something, but what you're describing borders on torture." he shook his head as if clearing it while I shrugged in reply.
Clearing his throat he looked at me again, "So they never figured out which of their drugs it was that cured you and then turned you into..umm.. whatever you are now?" he asked.
I turned my gaze over to the woman I had join us, "For that you need to ask this woman."
She shifted in her seat nervously and kept looking back and forth between myself and the General, "You have to understand, you were the only one I found that the drug might work on so I took a chance." she said in a rush.
"Slow down Doc and take a breath." The General said as he waved his hands in a none threatening manner. She did as he asked and took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves.
She took a long drink of her water before she looked at me, "When it first broke out I was sent to get blood samples and tissue samples. I did that and began breaking down the structure to try and either reverse the process or halt it. What I found was that there was no reversal, once the virus ran it's course the Victim was either dead or a Zombie." she said slowly.
She sighed a bit before continuing, "I did find though that certain blood disorders could in fact fight against the virus, by either mutating it or even defeating it. The most common of the blood disorders, like what you have, well that one needed a boost in order to defeat the Virus. I was stationed in Washington when the base was attacked. When I came to help with the wounded you were on a stretcher. Your tags showed the disorder I was looking for and I injected you with a pathogen that would help your blood to fight against the Virus." she explained as she looked at me.
She shook her head as she continued, "I had no idea what they would do to you at the Lab, I tried to contact them several times to let them know what I had done. By then the base was under a full scale attack, the radio room had been over run. Phone lines went down during several explosions I barely made it out of there with less then fifty others. By the time we got here only a half a dozen of us remained." she said softly and I could tell she had lost some close friends along the way.
I frowned slightly and looked at her once again, "Are you saying that Fort Lewis fell to the zombies?" She nodded quietly and I sat back and sighed aloud.
I looked over the woman, light brown hair, glasses with a slim build and fair complexion with a light tan showing she was outside doing work or relaxing when not working. Finally I asked, "Just who are you anyways?"
She looked a bit nervous as her gaze shifted from the General and I, "I am not Cindy Simmons as I claimed when I arrived here, I am sorry General." she admitted softly and I watched his face redden slightly, the man hated dishonesty.
"Then who the hell are you?" the General demanded and I hide the grin on my lips before realization hit me like a truck, I had a feeling I had seen her before.
"Holy Shit.. you are Torie Arcana, the scientist who tried to create a cure all for our Military when many were getting sick overseas." I said startling both the woman and the General. She nodded slowly as if looking for a place to hide.
The General narrowed his gaze at her, he and I had been the first to get this new drug that was suppose to help with our immunities. We were both so sick we couldn't barely eat or drink for nearly a month with out puking, "Okay, I will forgo the death and torture that I vowed if I ever found the one responsible for that mess. But, I want you off my base and I don't give a crap where you go. I won't have you doing any more experiments on my people." he growled angrily at her. She blinked and nodded quietly.
Torie was looking at Maria, Charlie and Tami before she finally looked at me, "How is it they are like you now?" she asked and continued saying, "I assume they are like you, you are all wearing fairly dark glasses and yet not bothered that the room isn't lit all that well."
Charlie spoke up defensively, "I got bit by a zombie, Dakota took a chance and shared his blood with me in the hopes I would not become a zombie. I made him promise if I turned into one he would end it for me. I have no idea if people who turned are aware inside those bodies and I did not want to live for who knows how long in that kind of state. For all we know they will never die on their own. More then four years they have been like that and yet they don't seem to be aging or decaying. I do not want to live forever inside one with no end in sight and attacking anything that moves." she said softly as everyone listened.
"I wanted to be like them, I didn't want to be scared of getting bit. And if I do get bit now by a zombie, I know I will not change into one." Tami said smiling as if proud of herself. I laughed and gave her a light hug from the side.
The General listened and noted the Guards reactions around the room, but he still had questions as well, "So you are in fact immune from zombies and the Virus... " I nodded and he continued, "Increased strength, speed and stamina as well.." and again I nodded.
"Heightened sense of smell and I can see fairly well in the darkness and move with nearly cat like grace and stealth. The light is bothersome, but not nearly as painful as it use to be. I can get around well enough with out the glasses and tolerate the migraine that comes with the light. But most people are a bit stand offish when they see my eyes." I explained slowly and shrugged lightly.
The General sat and thought about what was said before nodding a bit, "Listen Major, I would open the gates to you anytime, lets face it you were one of my best out in the field even with out all this Cure business. With it, I can imagine no one could stop you. You would be a hell of an asset, even the Ladies here would be..." he started faltering over his words now.
"But the big picture is pretty simple, most if not all the community here would be scared of us. And what people fear, they attack with out hesitation. Even your Guards here are shifting their hands to their guns with every new bit of information." I said while his eyes widened and glanced at the Guards hands that were resting on the gun butts and waiting to pull them from their holsters.
"Don't worry General.." I said as he started to reprimand his men, ".. the guns are empty.." I replied and dropped the four clips on the table with an extra bullet from each of the four chambers. The Four Guards pulled their guns and looked at their weapons in shock.
"How did you?" One Guard started asking.
"Two of you were busy talking and Charlie pulled your guns and emptied them before replacing them. The two behind me got distracted by Doc and I took care of their weapons." I explained while they blushed. One man tried to reach for the clips and I grasped his wrist.
"They can remain where they are, when we leave the room you can have them." I warned him and looked at him, "Not saying I don't trust you, but yeah.. I don't trust you.." I explained and smiled while he pulled his arm back. I shoved the bullets and clips towards the General who caught them easily.
The General watched the Guard start to move to him and shook his head, "I am in agreement with the Major, so far you all have acted like damn rookies here. Not one of them has acted dangerously and the one time he did act was to save our people from those men. Now stand down and remain at your post." he barked out at the man who flinched.
I looked back at the General and shrugged a bit, "Well the Ladies and I will be heading out, we will find a spot to settle after making sure that these Documents get to anyone who can help make sense out of them and who knows, maybe even find a way to reverse this mess or find a real cure." I told him and he nodded slowly.
I used his laptop and transferred copies of the documents from the memory stick along with all my notes of everything I could remember from the changes and even Charlies, Tami and Maria's notes on their changes.
Looking over at the Ladies I smiled at my family, "Well, if the Doc will give a hand, I will leave a few vials of my blood for testing, as well as Maria and Charlie. That way whoever can make sense of this will have some sort of time line to work from." I suggested and Torie nodded her agreement.
The General made a call and soon a lab technician came through the door with a blood draw kit. Torie came around and with drew the blood and made notes of who they belonged to and a small note of how many days, months or years that the donor was changed.
"What will you do out there?" The General asked me and I could hear the sadness in his tone.
"Ask your men to leave General.." I replied quietly. The Guards looked ready to attack even with out their handguns.
He nodded and looked at his men, "Step outside and no arguments." he ordered and while they didn't like it, they walked out of the room. After the men left I pulled out my map and began pointing out landmarks I had made on the map.
I looked at the General and began to explain. "The marks here are all the Strongholds I found during the trip from Las Vegas to here. More then a dozen that I know about and most likely even more along the Coast line, we stayed on the lesser known Highways as well so we have no real idea about the Coast or even along Interstate 5." I explained and sat down as he did while glancing over the map carefully there were a lot more out there then he originally thought.
I looked at the women and back at the General, "Most of those places think they are the last of humanity, except for the occasional visitor who they assume die later when they leave and never come back, they see nothing that tells them anyone else is alive."
I took a deep breath before looking him in the eye, "Most of them live under a Dictatorship where men think Might makes Right. Hell they even tried to make trades to have Charlie and Tami for a night or even to stay." I explained to him and he furrowed his brow in anger.
"Once we have a base set up, I want to establish trade routes with all of the Strongholds and even a mail delivery system so people can start to regain touch with those trapped in other strongholds. Even escort those people separated to where their loved ones are if they are in another Stronghold." I explained to them all while they listened.
Then I looked at the General, "I am hoping that with folks like you leading that we will be able to keep channels open. Replace those fools who should not be leading anything at all with responsible leaders who care more about their people then the next lay." He was nodding in agreement as he considered my words.
"If you need anything in the way of help you let us know, Major." he said as he stood up and shook my hand.
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After grabbing our bikes we walked out the gate, and having made a complete scan of the area, we knew it would be safe to leave. The General actually saluted me as did his men, I returned the respect in a salute and smiled at him.
"You men should ask him sometime about how I found him in a fox hole sitting on a landmine." I called out and watched Jacksons eyes go wide.
"Oh no they will NOT, damn you Major, I have a reputation here!" he shouted back and everyone started laughing. We turned and climbed on the bikes.
"Wait!" a voice called out and I watched Torie come out walking fast. "Please may I come with you all?" she asked hopefully.
"We are not going to be your test subjects Dr. Arcana, if you come along you are just another survivor like the rest of us." I explained to her and she nodded quickly.
"Then climb on the camper and strap in." I told her and she followed Tami's instructions as she got in the seat.
"Going to need a bigger wagon at this rate.." I muttered and heard Jackson snickering.
"Going to take a while, so don't expect anything for a few years." I called out and he nodded slowly. He knew it could take years or may never happen.
Once we got rolling though we headed back towards Bend, the KOA Camp grounds would still make a good spot as a lay over for the evening and through the day. During the day though I would check around a bit, I wasn't kidding about the whole needing a better mode of transport.
The ride was uneventful, the raiders must have dragged every freaken zombie they could find when they tried to invade the Redmond Stronghold. They really didn't have a clue and it was amazing they had survived as long as they did.
"What are we doing here?" Torie asked as she looked around. She followed us inside the small mobile home.
"We stayed here on our way to Redmond, it's safe and not enough human scent to attract the wandering zombie." I explained to her and she nodded.
"I did some testing on the blood samples, while you and the General were talking." Torie said while helping to bring in a few supplies.
"And?" Maria asked while setting down the blankets on top of the mattresses still laying in the Livingroom. Torie was looking at the arrangement and shrugged a bit before she continued.
"While his blood can be introduced to others as a cure, the rest of your blood would kill the other person in hours. No idea why, but you are all capable of donating blood to each other, somehow in the change you all became universal blood donors to each other." Torie explained while setting out some food to be prepared.
"That makes it easier should anything really bad happen along the way." Charlie said while preparing soup and Tami set about making flat bread.
"Listen Doc, I know you want to be changed, like the rest. You show me that you can be a reliable member of this family and we can talk. But right now I, we, have to look at the future. I can't have people with suspect intensions out there using my blood for their own gains." I explained to her and she nodded before pulling out a blood vial and handed it to me.
"I left notes on your blood, but not your blood. When I realized just anyone could use it, I couldn't take that chance, not when we have no idea if this growth of strength and everything is finished or if you will continue to grow beyond this. We barely survived our own stupidity once and we are still paying for it with the zombies, we do not need a bunch of super men and women waging war on the rest of humanity as well." Torie explained and I took the vial from her and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, she's good.." Tami said while Maria and Charlie laughed softly.
"If you want it, it's yours, just know there will be pain and we are here for the next week while you change and heal." I explained to her and she nodded.
"Might want to eat first, hard to eat during the change, best you get is nibbling here and there." Tami piped up before Torie could inject herself. She put down the syringed and put the cover back on the needle.
"Thank you.." she whispered and ate her dinner. Afterwards she did inject herself and everyone helped her get through her first evening which was always the worst. It starts to die down slowly after that and during the day I went and found the local dealerships.
As it turns out Kenworth had been perfecting an electric truck that would have been used primarily for lot drivers to park trailers and trucks with day cabs for local deliveries. I grabbed up all the information I could find on the trucks with regards to their specifications. Then after charging up the truck, drove it to a commercial electronics store and spent several hours loading up the trailer with everything from solar panels to long range walkie talkies that came with solar charging bases. Then returned to the campgrounds, while Tami took care of Torie. Maria and Charlie helped me to understand everything and began rewiring the truck to accept the solar cells powering.
I will admit it took time, hell none of us were electronics nerds, we were flying by the seat of our pants here. But we finally got it up and running and thankfully the charging process did not take long when the batteries went dry. When I took it though I knew we would be grabbing a second one, one for hauling a trailer for supplies and things we found that would help to secure a permanent home and for trade as well when the time came. And the second would be hauling a traveling resident.
"Why are we grabbing a second truck?" Charlie asked while she and Tami followed me. I pointed at the over sized fifth wheel trailer.
"To haul that, it'll be our home on the road while we look for a place that is more permanent." I explained to her and they both smiled.
"Wait here while I check to make sure some salesman hasn't been turned into a zombie and got stuck in there, or someone else hasn't already claimed it for their own." I said quickly and ran over to the trailer. The door was unlocked and it swung open. Nothing growled or called out a warning so I moved inside. It still had the smell of a new trailer within it. No one had been inside it, ever, I was guessing. I checked everything though just to be sure, last thing I wanted was a zombie or stow away in some closet or the latrine. It even has a toilet and a shower system. I found the keys to the doors inside a drawer and locked it up.
"Well we now have our home on the road, lets charge up that truck and we'll hook it up." I said as I reached the girls who grinned at me. It didn't take long to charge up the truck and hook up the trailer. Then I put Charlie behind the wheel and taught her to drive while we drove back to the campgrounds.
Torie was in her forth day of the change now and I was neck deep in wiring while Maria and Charlie set up solar panels over the top of the new home on the road. The supplies trailer was added to so that on top was an infrastructure that allowed people to stand on top of the trailer and above them were the solar panels that charged up the truck. At night or during the day, people could ride inside the trailer, or on top depending on if there was room inside the trailer.
With the second trailer, I had to make modifications so it was strictly for the panels and nothing else. There was a small area at the back so a lookout could keep track of the area, and a walk way that allowed someone to make repairs if needed on the solar panels, but beyond that, no one should be on the roof of the trailer. A mesh screen had also been placed over the panels, it would allow sun light through, but stop large objects from hitting the panels.
The trucks were finally finished and Torie was well rested and had started to run with everyone at night. Now that we were all set, we swung back by the electronics warehouse and loaded up the supplies trailer. We grabbed everything, including two electric forklifts and chargers for them, never know what we'll need is how I figured it.
"Lets settle down for a few hours and then we'll head out." I told them and they nodded in agreement. We had the bikes and small trailers up on the supplies trailer and all of our food and toiletries along with clothes and bedding inside the house trailer. Tami and Charlie had the back bed area which seemed fair as they are a couple. I dropped the table and made it into a double bed for Torie and Maria to share and then took a bunk bed for myself. It was also the size of a queen that hung over the fifth wheel area. The narrow bunk beds along the long hallway were converted into mini closets where clothing and personal effects were stored for everyone.
"Come on Charlie, lets get this show on the road." I said to her as I shook her gently awake. We both ran for an hour before jumping into the trucks. I drove the truck pulling the house trailer, Charlie was too nervous about pulling a trailer where her family was sleeping peacefully. I could understand so I put her in the truck pulling the supplies trailer.
The trucks themselves were never meant to travel outside the City limits and because most Cities do not travel more then forty to fifty miles per hour in the commercial districts, the trucks top speed was fifty. We felt it safer in the long run to just maintain them at forty five so we were good. We followed 97 South until we hit 31 which would take us off the main highways and head down towards California and Nevada. I kept thinking about the weather conditions and what would be the easiest places to defend if it came down to it.
I had also made sure we had secured tools as well in case we had a break down. And finding the abandoned Snap-On truck did not hurt us either. We shoved two rolling chests filled with tools into the supplies trailer and then secured them in place. We had barely been rolling down Highway 31 when I saw Charlie slowing down quickly.
"Have a problem here, the engine just shut off." she said through the radio. I spun around and drove back. Wasn't like anyone would mind we were blocking the road. I put Tami up on the House trailer to keep watch on the area. Then I crawled under the truck and started the arduous task of finding a needle in a haystack. Two and a half hours later and I found a wire had come loose. Once tightening it in place and checking the wires around it, I sighed to myself while hoping it was the only problem.
"Okay try it now." I called up while looking at the motor to see if there could be other trouble. The Truck suddenly lurched forward and I felt the bones break as it ran me over. I could hear screaming as Tami watched the truck run over my body and Charlie panicking as she tried to stop the run away. She had not set the brake or taken it out of gear when it had stopped on her and I didn't think to ask.
"ohgod,ohgod,ohgod.. I am so sorry.." Charlie sobbed as I laid there on the ground. I felt them lift me and carry me into the house trailer. Then I blacked out as they reset the first broken bone, yep the pain was that bad.
I woke up slowly and looked around. I must have made a noise because Tami was suddenly by my side. She laid a hand on my shoulder to stop me from getting up and smiled at me.
"When you blacked out we thought we would loose you. But then Torie did some tests and realized your body had shut down to some degree in order to heal you at a faster rate." Tami said as she smiled.
"What happened?" I asked her and she handed me a drink, which I sipped at gratefully.
"Well the truck ran you over, more then a dozen bones broken. Torie had to reset many of them, the others remained in place so were not a problem. You passed out and you have been out for the last week. We moved the trucks down to a small place called Silverlake and waited it out with you." Tami explained while the rest came around and Torie started to look me over.
"So how are you feeling, Major?" Torie asked as she sat back looking at me. The fact was I felt fine, in fact better then ever.
"Feeling very good." I said and stood up from Charlie and Tami's bed. Tami seemed pretty excited and showed me what they had done while waiting for me to heal. They had found several panels used to create a temporary corral for cattle and horses. They had parked the trucks side by side but with room between them and used the panels to block off each end and even went so far as to weld hinges on the bumpers to secure the panels to the trucks and the trailers as she had done the same to the bumpers on the trailers too.
Under the trailers she had attached small panels that once parked could be dropped so nothing could crawl under the trailer as well. The panels had thick sheets of Plexiglas attached to them to keep the runners from somehow climbing over them.
"That is some work Charlie Girl, well done." I called out and she smiled even while blushing.
"Wait, what is going on?" Maria asked as she walked up to me, she was staring at my eyes.
"What?" I asked and everyone began moving towards me, "Okay now you are all freaking me out." I muttered.
"Your eyes are glowing even through the glasses." Maria said softly while reaching up and lightly touching my skin around the glasses.
"I dunno, maybe still healing, who knows. So did you all find out anything about this place?" I asked them.
"Well it use to be a Ranching and Farming community, my guess is, they ran for it when the Virus broke out. They could be holed up in their homes, we never bothered to check because out here, it's shoot first and mourn later if you're wrong and even that last part might be a falsehood. These folks aren't going to trust anyone or anything." Charlie said while looking out towards a distant house or barn, it had to be at least two to three miles away.
"Okay so we continue on, I personally would rather not be located on a highway anyways if we can help it." I explained and they nodded in agreement. After eating and a two hour run at which point they said I had run more then double the speed that I usually did, we took down the panels, secured them and continued down the road. I did make a quick check on those same wires under my own truck and secured them as well.
We took our time and checked out the area's as we drove through, some were quite beautiful and even the high desert was enjoyable. Along the way we came across several dogs as well and brought them along, they seemed quite happy to be with us. Everyone is getting along well and the trip would seem much like a family outing except for the Zombie's we would find now and then outside the panels.
We landed once again in Sparks, pulled the trucks into the garage and pushed a few vehicles around them so they would be hidden from the casual passerby. We took supplies up to the penthouse that the girls and I had stayed in while at the Nugget. It didn't appear anyone had braved staying there sense we had left, so we stayed and relaxed while taking in the surroundings.
"You know if we stayed here, the Old MGM Hotel and Casino would make the best spot. Put up walls around it and include the parking and campground area as well. Then put in a huge steel gate at the main entrance. The walls would have structuring that would allow for someone to be concealed and yet capable of seeing anyone at the foot of the wall." I explained while I considered it carefully.
"The Old Casino was built back when Reno had not even stretched out that far yet. So it is fully off the grid, completely self reliant when it comes to water, power and sewage." I explained to them as they listened. "We can get power set up using solar panels and wind turbines."
"That will take some time." Maria stated and I nodded.
"But the fact is we have time. What else are we going to do, keep wandering?" I asked her and she laughed softly.
"We'll rip up some of the ground in the parking area and from the River we'll have water for crops. Off to the East the large feed lots have several acres set up for cattle and I dunno about you, but the smell is telling me that most if not all of those animals are still very much alive." I stated and they laughed in agreement.
"We can check on them and move them to another pasture so they can continue to graze. We'll separate any who have already been set a side as meat animals." I added and shrugged a bit. It helped that I was born and raised on a ranch, then joined the Marines at 18.
"The Casino, once up and running, can also house the medical facility. We'll raid every hospital and clinic we can find to get Torie the equipment she needs in order to do proper research on this Virus." I continued saying as I considered what we could do with such a large place.
"So when do we start?" Tami asked.
"Well we start by insuring the cattle will continue to thrive." I said and then leaned forward a bit, "Then we find someplace safe to store everything we are currently carrying in the supply truck and trailer. We'll head down past Vegas, there are huge flat area's that are covered in solar panels and equipment. We'll make a few trips back and forth and start setting them up so when we do fire it up, that building will be fully functional."
After talking about other plans as well, everyone went for a two hour run and then off to bed. I woke up later as Maria climbed into the bed with me, after a couple of hours of enjoying each other we fell a sleep. Only we woke up later when Torie joined us and we stayed up even longer while the three of us took our time enjoying the intimacies of each other as well.
I woke up with them on either side of me, I could not believe we had done that, but at the same time felt right about it too and wasn't exactly sure why. Normally I am a one woman man, had been all my life during any relationship. And here I am feeling very happy with what had happened and no guilt over it at all. At the same time though I knew this would happen, for some reason I knew this family needed to come together and this was part of that process.
"I can't believe we did that.." Torie said quietly and I leaned down and kissed her lips. She returned it with a soft moan of pleasure. As we parted Maria leaned up and she and I kissed as well.
"I can't believe it either, but I would not change at thing." Maria whispered as she looked at Torie and smiled.
"The Cure in my system not only drives me to protect you and everyone who has it, but also moves us in this way too, sort of like needing us to be a family in some way." I said quietly and they both just seem to think about it.
"Well I am not complaining." Maria said and suddenly pulled Torie into a kiss of their own. Torie responded by returning the kiss and the three of us holding each other.
"About time.." Charlie said from the door way. She walked across the floor and sat with Tami on the bed.
"I was starting to wonder if you three would ever get together." Charlie admitted and smiled. As I listened I found myself looking at Tami and I knew what I had to do.
"As of today I declare Tami as my daughter, mine to love as my own, to protect as my own." I said and she smiled at me with tears brimming her eyes. She launched herself at me and I hugged her tight.
"I love you so much.." she said and paused a moment before adding, "Daddy.." I smiled as the feeling inside swelled. Then she let go and blushed brightly.
"I better move before this turns into an incest thing.." she muttered and scurried back while everyone giggled and chuckled softly. Afterwards we all got up and rode bikes around the area's that were less traveled by zombies. We found several things that would help further our goals after we moved the cattle from one area into another that held much more food for them to enjoy.
The Airport appeared to have gotten cleaned out, it looked like it had been a final stand and it failed. From what I could tell by the scene it appeared the military and zombies had killed each other down to the last opponent on each side and they ended up killing each other off before the soldier pulled the gun on herself and blew her own brains out after being bitten several times.
We found the hangers belonging to the Military and stored everything from the supplies trailer inside. Then we hooked up a second trailer to Charlie's truck that we found. It was light weight and we could move it easily by hand. After another few days of enjoying the penthouse and each other, we loaded up our personal supplies and headed for Laughlin, well between Vegas and Laughlin anyways.
It took time, there was no doubt about that, with only the five of us. It took nearly a year before we had taken all of the panels from one field, set them up on the airport landing strips. Set them up so weather could not compromise them and so no one could spot them and ran the lines to the Casino. Moving the zombies from the Casino down to down town Reno was easier by comparison. But never let anyone tell you that running down stairs is easier then upstairs, not when you have forty plus zombies on your ass trying to bite it off.
Telephone poles were used around the perimeter that would be set up for the wall. Then an outer wall with space set between them of six feet. Then three quarter inch thick steel plates were secured to inside and outside the wall. That took a bit of doing and a lot of scrounging not only in Reno, but in Sparks, and every town we could find all the way to Vegas. After that I got a cement truck up and running, again it took forever to find the fuel.
We filled the interior of the wall with cement and rebar leaving a six foot walkway over the top of the two story tall wall. On the inside of the walkway, simple hand railings. To the outside the walk way hung over the wall by another two feet and the concrete blocks and cement allowed for cover while walking and viewing past the walls. Every Ten feet holes that could be covered by a steel plate, would allow you to see the base of the wall and remain concealed while removing any threat to your wall.
The Single gate was not only made with one inch thick steel plates, but also had a cement and rebar core as well. When closed the sides of the gate were sunk a foot and a half into the walls. When opened it traveled a track that went into the Wall to the right side and allowed passage. Because of how heavy it was we used a door on the left side for foot traffic, it was the same kind of door that military used to seal off flooded decks on a naval ship. Why one would be in a junkyard, who knew, but it was ours now and could be sealed in moments if there was trouble. The frame it was attached to was also steel and cement and if needed the door could be welded shut in an emergency.
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During the time we were building we did take time out to travel up to Redmond and do a bit of trading, it also let the General know where we were in case of trouble and how far we'd gotten in our build up. The crops were doing well which gave us more to trade with as well as plenty of beef that we'd smoked into jerky and frozen so they had a bit more to work with when it came to food.
Further to the east we found more farm area's along with some larger pastures for grazing. During our build up we were still only a group of five in a huge area we had dogs and cats wandering around and it kept the rodents in check. But from the highways that were on bridges we found they could see right over our walls, we needed to appear more then just five to anyone wanting to cause trouble.
"Good thing the Highway Commission isn't around to see this.." Charlie remarked while depressing the plunger on a remote. We watched as the over passes blew up and dropped straight down. Well it would keep our privacy. And anyone trying to sneak around would get a fairly unwelcome response as well. We set up camera's around the perimeter, ten yards out from the wall were land mines and motion detectors turned on lights as well to alert us to anything that should not be snooping about.
We also found the armory for not only Reno but outside Vegas as well. On the towers twin 50 caliber machine guns were mounted and ready with several cans of ammo along with missile launchers that could level a tank. We'd had word from others traveling south that some military type group was raiding everything they came across and stealing everything not nailed down. Anyone they did not see a use for was killed, anyone who fought back died.
"We should check on Jackson and the Base." Torie was saying as we talked about what we'd heard.
"No, that would leave this place open to raiders and if we left anyone here, they would be alone for at least a week if not longer. The General knows where we are, he knows where to escape too if he needs too." I replied and the others agreed.
"The last group came out of the Portland area, chances are the General knows what is coming his way. If he thinks it's too much, he'll pack up and be on his way." I added. "I suggest we start setting up for visitors, if they are as well organized and armed as everyone is claiming, we'll be getting visitors. Many of whom we may not be inclined to accept given the state of their Dictatorships that I was witness too during my travels."
Two weeks passed and the Casino was prepped for possible refuges from Redmond. Standing up on the wall I was looking at Highway 395 going towards Susanville.
"Dakota, look over here." Maria called and I moved to see what she was looking at and spotted the large vehicle that appeared to be pulled by several horses. It was an armored transport that also held a 50 caliber machine gun in the turret.
"Well that looks friendly..." I muttered while watching men marching before the large vehicle.
"I'd stop if I were you." I called out in warning. The spacing of the men would have them moving right over the land mines.
"I suggest you all surrender the Stronghold, we will allow you and yours to walk away." a deep voice called back. Was this asshole serious?
"Naw, we like it here, think we'll keep it. But thanks for the offer." I called back while Maria just sighed at me.
"Gentlemen prepare to take the Stronghold." the voice ordered.
"Maria, send them a welcoming gift from tower one." I suggested and she ran down the wall then climbed into the firing position of the missile launcher. Maria spun it around and aimed at the armored vehicle then fired. The flame lashed out as the armor piercing warhead blew the vehicle apart.
I had climbed into tower two and cut loose with the twin 50 cal. and sprayed down close to 80 percent of the men who were still reeling from their commander or leader going up in flames. Those dressed in something like a strange version of Mad Max were mostly dead. Those still remaining held up their hands in surrender. Seems the group were taking prisoners and forcing them into labor and whatever they wanted or needed from them.
Out of the group of nearly forty, we allowed more then half to remain but they would have to work for their keep and no one would be forced to do anything unseemly. We did catch out a couple of the odd balls trying to pass themselves off as prisoners. Turns out they did not like them much and we left them to deal with their captors.
"Who leads here?" someone asked and I looked over at an older man.
"Who wants to know?" I asked in reply.
"Name's Sam and I lead these people." he replied while he looked me over.
"No Sir, ya don't. You stay here, you stay under my leadership. My family and I built this place from scratch and I won't have anyone telling me how I live in my own house." I replied evenly.
"And what happens if we don't like how it is being run?" he asked me.
"The gate works both ways." I replied meaning he and his can leave.
"And if we decide you should be the ones to leave?" he asked. I smiled and pulled down my glasses allowing the very definite glow from my eyes to show through.
"Lets hope that you don't try and enforce such a choice. I'm a fair man, ask anyone still alive who knows me. But cross me and I won't turn the other cheek. I won't ask any man or woman to do any job I haven't already had to do myself. And make no mistake, I would kill you and your entire group to ensure that mine are safe." I said to him in a cold tone.
"You are all welcome to stay, you work to help the community and you eat with the community, you want to be lazy and sit around. Well, I won't feed a bum even on my best day and lets face it good days are hard to come by." I said slowly as I sat down.
"Ain't that the truth." he replied with a nod.
"We'll give it a try and at least rest up. We got caught in the open by those fools while we were running South and away from that damn mercenary bunch from Canada. We need time to rest and heal and try to get ourselves situated. I have no idea what you hit them with, but out of all the strongholds I have seen, this is by far the safest and strongest. If anyone can hold up against them, it would have to be this place." he was saying while Maria and Torie sat to either side of me while leaning against me slightly.
"Well, Military training and a lot of free time on our hands helped to make this happen. Now we have beef down in the kitchens, we have fresh clothing in the supply depot over at the brick and stone building. We also have more then enough rooms available on any floor but the penthouse. Anyone comes up there and they'll be seen as a threat. I don't expect you all to just slip right in to work. I do expect you all to help yourselves to our hospitality." I said and grinned at him. He chuckled and nodded slowly.
"Well we Thank you and I will see that we organize properly so we don't short you all of anything in case others show up." he said as he stood up.
"Nice meeting you Dakota... I never got your last name?" he said and I nodded.
"Greywolf, Major Dakota Greywolf United States Marine Corp." I replied and he nodded while walking off.
"Think he'll be trouble?" Maria asked slowly.
"Nope, never got the feeling I needed to kill him or anyone else we let inside." I said and stood up to stretch.
"You should run love, before the burn starts, you know how you get." Torie said and gave me a hug. I nodded and ran off towards the interior of the perimeter just running along the foot of the wall. I could hear most of them all talking. Most of the talk being about their recent capture and being saved by barely a handful of people.
"Why are his eyes like that?" I heard Sam asking someone and then Maria's voice. She and Torie explained everything while he listened.
"And it doesn't bother you?" he asked as I walked up behind him slowly and with out a sound.
"Why should it?" Maria asked while lowering her glasses. He didn't even flinch he just nodded.
"So everyone who lives here is like that, is it by choice or should we be worried about catching something?" he asked. He seemed to ask all the right questions for someone looking to protect their people.
"They all asked it of me and I gave it to them." I answered while he jumped a bit and looked back at me. I sat down between Torie and Maria and kissed them both before looking at Sam.
"So tell me more about these mercenaries of yours." I prompted him.
"Well they started out basically burning out Strongholds, up in Canada, not much in the way of steel and cement, but trees we have a lot of so that's what most are made from. They barely had to do anything, they burn down the walls and the people had two choices, join them or die." Sam explained. While we sat back and listened.
"Ever see them at work doing this?" I asked and he shook his head. Hard to figure out your enemy if you have never seen their tactics.
"No, soon as we heard they burned out a Stronghold just a couple days walk from us, we packed up and left. Headed South to Seattle and followed Highway 5, ran across some scouts from Redmond when we decided to get off the main highways. Told them everything we knew." Sam explained and I nodded.
"General Jackson will send scouts to find your boys and keep track of them. They will report to him and depending what the scouts tell him, he will plan his next move. He already knows of this Stronghold and it's defensive capabilities, it will be his fall back position if he thinks it is needed." I said more to myself but everyone heard it.
"What will we do now?" Maria asked and I looked over and smiled at her.
"We prepare for a Battle, only reason the General would fall back is if the numbers are not in his favor. His Stronghold was built to withstand Zombies, not a fighting force of Raiders. He will know his best bet to stand against them will be to lead them here where this Stronghold can remove every trace of the bastards. Damn world is hard enough with Zombies, we don't need the added aggravation of would be Dictators and supposed War Lords." I said sourly.
"We're with ya." Sam said as he listened.
"Good, now at the moment I don't have a whole lot of reason to trust ya or any of your people. Just as if the situation was reversed you wouldn't have much with me either. I am hoping that as we start working together, we can both learn to gain that trust." I said and he nodded in agreement.
"Great, you may want to get some rest with your people. Starting tomorrow we put people in those watch towers around the clock. I want eyes telling me when a Zombie farts dust. We also have fields that need tending and some help finishing up the lines so we can get water to those fields. And a million other things we haven't even mentioned yet." I said with a laugh and he grinned and nodded.
As it turns out Sam and I worked together well, he threw out suggestions and took it well if I didn't follow them. Most times I would explain my reasons and other times it was just a matter of lets just get it done and then we'll look into your idea type things. While I figure he was swallowing a bitter pill at having to listen to someone half his age, he still found my reasoning sound and continued to work with me.
While me apparently having two girl friends seemed odd to many of the newcomers, they must have figured it made sense as the three of us were roughly the same age and we all had the Blood Cure that no one could really comprehend and I was beyond trying to explain it. The girls had their own problems, seem the younger guys did not seem to respect that they liked each others company more then theirs.
Several times I would spot one of them trying to lure Charlie off to hang out or party and leave poor Tami behind. The age difference weighed heavily on Tami most of all as very few children had been part of the new group. They were either Charlie's age or much younger then Tami.
"Come on over here Tami." I called as Torie, Maria and I sat by a fire on our own. I had spotted her alone after several young men and women talked Charlie into going off with them. She stood up with a sighed and sat with us and I pulled her on my lap.
"What's going on?" I asked her. Charlie had tried talking Tami into joining them but with the older kids saying things like children should stay with the Adults, Tami just told her to go and that she was fine.
"Charlie has her own friends now, use to be just her and I for so long. I never thought anything could tear us apart, even when those men did those things to her, I was there just to be a presence for her to lean on when she needed it." Tami said quietly.
"Do you think she loves you less?" I asked her and I could see the tears in her eyes before she wiped them away and stood up quickly.
"Just ignore what I said, everything is fine. If she goes and gets a boy friend or a girl friend that she has more in common with, that's fine. I'm happy for her." Tami said and darted into the Casino. I looked over at Maria who nodded and ran off to catch up with Tami and make sure she was in fact okay and not too far gone or close to hurting herself.
"Going to go have a chat with Charlie." I told Torie who nodded and remained by the fire. I found Charlie talking with the group and laughing, what caught me by surprise was how close she appeared to be with a couple of the guys.
"Charlie, need to have a chat with you." I said and she nodded, both of the guys started to get up, "In private.." I added.
"You her Father?" one of them asked and I stared levelly at him.
"Do not make me put you over my knee boy, the girls here would laugh at you for the rest of your life." I warned him and they both sat down while several giggles were heard.
"Yeah?" Charlie asked after we stepped away from the group.
"Listen I don't know what you and Tami have. Hell for all I know it was a crush or just something you outgrew Charlie. But whatever it was, if it is over, you owe it to her to say so to her face. Not run off with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum whose only thought is how to get in your pants. They are not thinking about love or anything close to it, and they are really not thinking about anything beyond sex and this moment. So the question for you is this, is it worth not talking to Tami, and possibly hurting her if she had been the one to see you flirting with them boys?" I asked her.
"I wasn't flirting with them.." she started to say.
"Charlie Girl, you were laughing at their lame ass jokes, leaning on them both and they even attempted to follow you just now to make sure they could bring you back to the so called party when I called to talk to you. If you are not flirting, it's close enough for them to think you are interested in something about them." I said and shook my head.
"You and Tami been through a lot, more then most. Do not hurt her like this, you done with being girl friends, then say so, she deserves at least that much from you. After that, do whatever the hell you want." I said and shook my head slowly, "I thought you were grown up enough to recognize what it means to respect someone, and mostly someone you claim to love." I added quietly and started to turn away, "You really let me down Charlie.. Tami too.."
I went back and found one of the farm hands flirting with Torie, what is it with these people, I wondered to myself. I sat down and Torie moved against my side and smiled warmly at me.
"Hey love, what's up?" I asked her and she smiled at me.
"Well apparently one of the lines for the water might be leaking but you can only see it at night. Josh here was asking me to check it out with him. My eyes aren't nearly as good as yours at night, maybe you should go with him to have a look?" she suggested and I looked at Josh.
"You wouldn't be trying to get between a man and his woman, would you Josh?" I asked him as I narrowed my gaze at him. I could see him sweating. Instead of answering he got up and walked off and I winked at Torie. I continued to monitor what was going on with Charlie. One of the boys wanted to show her something in his room and continued to invite her to join him.
"I have a girl friend, now if you don't mind I need to go and apologize to her for leaving her behind like this tonight. You want to be my friends then respect who she is to me and stop trying to separate us." Charlie bit back at him.
"Oh give me a break you been coming on to us all night, she isn't your girl friend, just someone to hang with until you find something better." one of the boys argued back at her. I was about to stand up when Sam pulled the boy off his chair and put his foot on his chest.
"Listen here son, I don't give a good god damn, who Charlie is dating or seeing or whatever. You will stand down and respect what she has said and if I ever hear you speak like that again or hear that you have. I will tan your hide so dark your Momma won't recognize you. Now you all apologize to Charlie for acting like a buncha damn fools before I put you all to work in waste management." he growled at them.
"Waste Management?" the other boy asked.
"Means ya shovel shit, dumb ass. Now get your asses off to bed before the front gate hits all of your backsides. We don't need no damn trouble makers in this Stronghold." he was nearly shouting by then and the few who did have parents, were called away and yelled at a second time.
"The man does have a way with words.." Torie commented and I nodded with a grin.
"Be back shortly, gotta run a bit." I explained to Torie who nodded. She had run earlier in the evening with Maria. I took off and ran and just let my mind go. After nearly running several people over, I had started running outside the wall, with all the zombies gone from the area, and mainly located down town, it made for a leisurely run.
While I was running, I noted a flashing light coming from the Nugget, namely the Penthouse. Then the radio cracked through the ear piece I used so no one would accidently alert the zombies to my position.
"General to Major, General to Major, you copy me.. over.." a voice called in and I recognized the General right away. I had given him one of the walkie talkies during one of the visits, it would allow us to notify the other when we were in range and so we would know the other was not a band of raiders.
"Copy, General, this is Major, reading you five by five. That you in the Nugget?" I called back.
"Negative, I repeat Negative. We pulled back from the base in Redmond, but found ourselves a day behind several scouts and snipers, and a few days ahead of their main group. We got ourselves caught between a rock and a hard place son, we need help to come in." he explained and I darted back inside the complex and hit the silent alarm.
"My people are on alert, give me some time to fix the rock, before the hard place can arrive." I sent back. Sam arrived at a fast walk with the rest of my small family in tow.
"We have scouts and snipers spying on our positions. Have been for a least a day according to the General. He has his people laying out waiting for the all clear before sending them here." I told them all.
"Sam get the civilians inside the Casino, make sure they stay away from the windows and start the timers on the vacant rooms. Lets give them something to watch and confuse them a bit." I told them. I had wired up several rooms where the lights would flick on and off on timers to appear occupied.
"Torie and Charlie, I need you both to man the launchers. Tami, you reload them when used. Maria and I will grab the targeting beacons so you know where to fire. Remember once we cover them you have no more then a handful of seconds to fire before they realize they have been targeted." I reminded them and they nodded before slipping off into the darkness.
"One more thing Sam, after you have the timer set, go up to the Penthouse, out on the deck you will find a high powered rifle with heat seeking night optics scope. It is custom and true to a thousand yards. Take them down as you find them, we don't want them reporting back to anyone or taking pot shots at us while we are out and about." I explained and he nodded and ran off as well. Maria and I grabbed the targeting devices and headed out into the darkness outside the Wall.
"Go and target that damn fool in the Nuggets Penthouse." I directed her, we had picked up several more walkie talkies with ear pieces so we could remain silent. Pretty soon a flash of light streamed to the Penthouse and it blew up taking the lower floor with it. I found the next one in an apartment building and pointed him out to Sam who took his time blowing the mans head off. It took several hours, but we ended up finding ten of them.
Seems the General didn't want to be left out as a house blew up after the last man fell. We found two more of them in the rubble. I am sure the zombies where wondering what the hell was going on with the random rifle fire and explosion's. I set off a car alarm down town near Harrah's just to keep them in the same spot.
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"Hello the camp!" I called out while remaining low. Never knew if a nervous trigger finger might fire first and ask questions later.
"Come on in Major, hell of a show out there." Jackson called back as I walked into the large area. They were in an old hay field with secure fencing keeping them protected from the zombies. I walked up and shook Jacksons hand and smiled a bit.
"Pretty sure the finale was your doing, eh?" I replied and he chuckled.
"Yeah we spotted them coming and going from the house earlier. I didn't think you could use the distraction so we took care of it." he explained and I nodded. I looked at the roadway and nodded towards it.
"Your tail still a few days out?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Got themselves a fair enough army, what they lack in ability they make up for in numbers." he explained and I nodded a bit.
"You all ready to move out and come inside and enjoy a real bed for a change?" I asked him and he laughed and nodded.
"Been a while sense I had to rough it, not saying I enjoyed it." he replied laughing even as other agreements were made.
"Dakota here, prepare rooms for roughly a hundred plus." I called in. Sam would send his people to work and my family would keep track of movements to clear the road ways as we walked to the large gate.
"Thanks Major, we owe you big time for this." Jackson said smiling. I kept a look out while everyone picked up their things and we headed out. After nearly an hour we arrived at the gate and watched as it opened up. Once inside the gate shut and locked into place.
"Damn, I knew you all had been busy, but I never imagined anything like this." Jackson said as he looked around slowly.
"Tell me how ya really feel.." I said jokingly.
"I should have built the base like this, prepared to defend against zombies and against raiders. All I did was save us from the monsters, not even considering the worst of them might be human." he admitted and I nodded slowly.
"For anyone hungry, the kitchen is open, just remember to pick up after yourself." I said and smiled.
"We have enough rooms for everyone, and enough beds as well as hot showers and baths for those who need them and fresh clothes as well. The building over there.." I pointed off to the large Cement and Concrete block constructed building, "That has toiletries, clothes and pretty much anything else you might need. All weapons are checked in over by the gate, and I do mean all weapons. We do not allow anything longer then a pocket knife to be carried." I explained to them all as they were listening while I spoke to Jackson.
"What about you and the sword?" a voice called out.
"You are in my Home and you will abide by my rules or you may leave and continue your journey and we will wish you safe travels and luck. But if you stay, you will be assigned work based on your skills, if you do not work, you do not eat or have a room of your own. I won't have some welfare state on our hands." I said as I looked them over.
"Some of us can't work do to injuries." another called out.
"Don't mean you can't stand watch in a guard tower and watch for possible attack from either zombies or raiders." I called back.
"Listen I ain't forcing anyone to work, but on the flip side you can't force us to support your lazy ass either." I explained and shrugged, "Choice is yours, you get a free ride today to rest up from your journey, come tomorrow you decide if the journey ends here or if you should continue on."
"He's not doing anything we weren't doing in our old base, so knock it off." Jackson shouted out and quieting his people. Sam was walking up quickly along with several other of his people.
"Okay everyone, Sam and his people will assign you rooms, show you where everything is and after that I suggest you get some rest." I called out and walked with a few over to the gate and handed in the handgun and rifle. Jackson had been watching and began handing in his own weapons along with the rest of his people.
"General, I suggest if you know anyone prone to hiding weapons, you get them to give them up, if Dakota or anyone else spots a weapon on them. They will get five minutes to grab their stuff, pick up any weapons they did check in and then escorted out the gate. He lets no one carry and it's mainly because he says people under pressure tend to snap at the wrong time." Sam explained to Jackson.
General Jackson spent the next half hour forcing everyone to give up their weapons.
"Geezus that was like disarming some third world nations." Jackson admitted as he took a seat across the fire from me and I laughed a bit. He had everyone inside taking time out to clean up, eat and rest.
"So what's the plan?" Jackson asked as Torie and Maria along with Sam all sat around the small fire. Sam had seen us all gathering and he wanted to know what was happening as well.
"Plan's simple really, most of your men, General, are trained with weapons. I hazard to guess they didn't get the strict Military training we got, but they did learn from someone who did." I said and he nodded and smiled.
"You always did pay attention to the details, continue please." Jackson said in his way of praise.
"Problem is the Civilians still out number the trained fighters by quite a bit. Most of Sam's people never fired a shot in anger in their lives before the zombies came." I reported and Sam nodded in agreement.
"Only time we fired a shot in anger was when some rabbit made it to their hole before we got in a second shot." Sam admitted and had everyone giggling or chuckling lightly.
"So we need the Civilians who have no warfare training to move to the Basement and wait it out." I said and Sam started to say something and I held up my hand.
"The Basement has an escape route that will take them two miles east and from the exit they can continue east to the farms. The two houses and several barns are actually behind a stand of trees and from the road you never see any of the farms and ranches that are located there. It was another reason to put the cattle out there instead of leaving them in plain sight here in town." I explained and he nodded.
"Now for the rest who want to fight and can fight, I want Sam's people paired up with your people General. Even if all they are doing is running for resupply of ammo or medical staff. We need them if we are going to hold this place from a siege. The fact is we have all the food locked up within a fifty mile radius, we'll last longer then they will if they go for the siege tactics. If they pull an all out assault, again we have the advantage of higher ground from on top of the walls." I explained while they listened.
"We also have claymores set around in the abandoned cars along the streets, the ones most likely to be traveled based on their width and how clear they are of zombies." I said while pulling out a map of the City. Everyone moved closer to have a look.
"Ten yards from the base of the walls, we have land mines and they are spaced out randomly, there are no maps to show placement so don't get lost in the middle of them." I stated and Sam's eyes widened a bit.
"Now you know why I run next to the foot of the wall instead of away from it." I said and he nodded with a grin.
"Now on these main roads, we set up twenty plus claymores hidden within objects that would also add to the shrapnel flying in every direction. Again stay down when these go off as a few are well within range of dropping stuff into the Stronghold here, another reason for the Civilians to stay under cover." I explained and everyone nodded.
"We have the four corners over lapping with missile defenses and twin 50 caliber machine guns mounted at every look out tower and enough ammo to make it sound like World War Three just started. At the top the outside of the wall helps to give good concealment against return fire while still affording a good vantage point. And as a Salute to the General we have murder holes placed every few yards that we can uncover for a nasty surprise on those who make it to the base of the wall. Motion sensors also let us know if someone has gotten too close, the sensors only react to a body mass like a large dog. Anything smaller and it's a none issue, cameras will be monitored twenty four seven, I want shifts of every four hours, I do not want people falling a sleep out of boredom while on duty." I explained further and the General smiled a bit.
"Wish you had been my CO when I was younger, some of them eight hour shifts were murder." Jackson admitted and I laughed lightly.
"Well for us, we had different training, different rules. Here we have people with no real training to speak of and the rules don't count for much." I replied and he shrugged but agreed at the same time.
"By now the enemy knows their people are most likely dead sense they have not reported in by now. They may just figure a late report, but in a few more hours they will know something went badly for them. During that time, Maria and I will head out to scout them for a bit, with them being roughly two days behind, we'll head out and catch them at night. See how they move, their defenses and maybe even lead a few zombies to them and see how they respond." I told them and watched as their faces went through a wide range of emotions.
"While I am gone, Jackson, Sam and Torie will maintain order and control over operations. I want this camp to continue as if we are not expecting anything. We need to resupply, we need more ammo reloaded and ready when needed. When Maria and I return, we will update everyone on everything we have seen. And I will want your reports as to how things went here and if there is trouble, I want to know how it was dealt with and if anyone got banished." I stated while looking each of them in the eye. They all nodded in agreement.
"Sam, you and the General need to find common ground, for one I think the best common ground is the survival of our people and this Stronghold. Everything else can be worked out over drinks." I stated with a grin as they both laughed and nodded.
"Like you and I did?" The General asked. I gave him a smirk.
"At least I didn't wake up tangled up in legs and arms in that Hotel, only to find out one of them was..." I started saying and his eyes shot wide.
"Now, now, no need to rehash old memories." he said quickly and I started laughing as did everyone else.
"One of them was what?" Torie asked with a grin.
"One of the young Ladies, Grandmother. The General had somehow convinced her that it was all completely respectful, in no time she joined them in bed." I answered while everyone started laughing.
"I'm going to bed now that you have completely embarrassed me, how you never did anything like that while on leave I will never know." The General admitted.
"Who said I didn't, I just never got caught with my pants down or over my head." I replied and his eyes shot open again.
"Do not ask.." he said pointing at Torie who was giving him a 'who me' look and then pointed at me, "And you keep it to yourself.." he grumbled and then stomped off towards the Casino while we all just laughed a bit. Sam also retired for the night and ran off to make sure Jackson knew where his room was.
"When do you plan to leave?" Torie asked slowly.
"Sun will be setting in about ten hours. I figure we leave this afternoon, been a long night and could use some rest before we start running off to find the enemy." I told her, Maria and Torie both nodded slowly. We headed back inside and up to our home in the Penthouse.
We both packed food and water on a light weight trailer using the harness system I had originally come up with, then we left after saying good bye to everyone. Charlie and Tami took it the hardest. I also reminded Charlie not to take advantage of Tami's faith in her, stand up for each other and have your own will, not follow others like some sheep.
Maria and I took off, for some reason I was still much faster then her even after all this time with the Cure in her system. When we had more time we would figure out why later, for now we kept running at her best speed. We did find them after running most of the night, they were camped out right on the highway, a couple large vehicles being pulled by several horses teamed together. Along with prisoner slaves doing most of the manual labor and guards keeping watch on the area.
"Now what?" Maria asked uncertainly. I grinned at her a bit and winked.
"Stay here, we're going to make it a little more rustic for them." I replied and we both hooked up our radios so we could hear each other. Then I slipped into the darkness.
"Damn you are good at that.." Maria whispered and I laughed softly. I slowly worked over to where the horses were tied up, sense Zombies don't mess with the animals, they never thought to put a guard on them. Walking up I untied all of the horses more then thirty of them and led them to Maria to hold on too.
"What am I suppose to do with them?" she asked and I shook my head.
"Nothing they will have loads on them soon enough just wait here for arrivals." I replied and she nodded. Then I moved back to the camp, carefully I opened each of the prison cages while the men and women watched me. I waved at them to follow and led them back to Maria and the horses. Even the women being used by the so called soldiers were woken up and made their way out of the camp.
"Okay who knows how to ride best?" I asked and a woman raised her hand.
"You ride lead and set the pace. Believe me we have gained at least another day with these fools having no one but themselves to move their wagons, and with no animals or slaves to pull for them it means they have to do it themselves." I told her and Maria and I helped them onto the horses. I handed the woman a spare walkie talkie and showed her the proper channel.
"When you get to Reno, just outside of Sparks is a rise over the City, make a call into General Jackson. Tell him that the Major sent you, he will know who you are speaking of. Tell him you are at his camp on the rise. He will send people out to lead you in on the safest route back to the stronghold. There is a small coral area, you can wait inside, it is strong enough to keep away the stray zombie." I explained to them and they nodded at each point.
"Do not run the horses at all, this Highway has no zombies, so save the horses and your strength. When the sun hits high Noon, find a shady spot with some sort of fencing and give the horses and yourselves time to rest." I explained and nodded before they took off riding down the side of the road.
"Now what?" Maria asked and I smiled again.
"Now, we have some real fun." I said and I pointed off to the opposite side of the camp.
"That way about a mile is a small town. Lead as many as you can get to follow you, but before getting here make sure to slip away. The heavy scent of humans will lead them the rest of the way. Over this way, "I pointed behind me, "There is another town, I will bring as many as will follow."
Maria nodded and sprinted for where she assumed the township was located, while I ran in the opposite direction. I found the township in no time, what I didn't expect to find, more then a thousand of the buggers milling about in the middle of town. I got their attention and led them back, I could already hear gun fire and full automatics going off. I picked up speed and darted away while the zombies continued on to the noise. Maria lay on a rise watching the mayhem and I joined her.
We saw the men had climbed on the two large vehicles, they would remain safe from getting bitten, the problem for them was that only about thirty or so could fit on the vehicles at a time, plus who ever had gotten inside the vehicles, I guessed each vehicle would be holding and carrying roughly fifty people total each. So if that was true, a hundred were safe from the zombies. The rest was at least another hundred on the ground and had to fight for their lives.
Those on the ground were dying rather quickly, apparently they had been so focused on the initial attack, they were not covering their rear. It took several attacks before they realized they had more to their rear. They were not military trained by any means, they were simply bullies who happened to find an armory and sacked it for everything they could carry.
"What now?" Maria asked as the men on the ground all fell. Now those inside the vehicles and those on top just began to kill the Zombies at will. I sat back and sighed a bit.
"Well we know for a fact that they lost their means of hauling the vehicles, and with a loss of half their men, they won't have the numbers to just pull them themselves. We also know there are no more Strongholds along the way that they can ransack or build their numbers with." I mused while she listened.
"Chances are good they will simply gather what they can carry, and try to slip into our home as refugees." I stated and she nodded a bit.
"Lets hang out here, after they are gone we will check the vehicles before heading home." I said while she nodded in agreement. After a few hours of no one able to sleep, the men packed up and left the vehicles. It had been a heated debate until someone demanded who would pull the damn things. That seem to settle the argument. After they left we went and checked them out. They were simple troop transports that they had modified with steel plates and both had been outfitted with cannon and heavy ordinance which increased their weight by triple what they should weigh. After that we ran off and took a route that would parallel the highway and yet they would not be able to see us.
We did catch up with the once prisoners and their horses, told them we had taken a short cut which allowed us to meet them. We called into the stronghold and led everyone inside the large gate. They were amazed and happy to be free of those men. Then Sam, Jackson, Maria, Torie, Charlie, Tami and I all sat down at a table.
"I am curious why the kids are here for this." Jackson said as he looked over at Charlie and Tami.
I smiled as I looked over at them, "They are the future, they need to know what it takes to lead, we're not living forever and one day they have to be able to step up." I explained and he smiled as he nodded in understanding.
"Okay the men who are coming are well armed, now Maria and I were able to reduce their numbers by half, we also took away their prisoners and the horses they were using to pull along their transports. They had to leave behind their heavy hitters too because of their weight. It still leaves them a little over a hundred strong and with no armored vehicles, they will scatter in order to find cover for their attack instead of being massed behind and within those vehicles." I explained and they nodded while they listened.
"Fighting tactics?" Jackson asked.
"Think about your worst trained recruits, but who knew how to fire a weapon wildly and you will have knowledge of these men. They relied on heavy weapons, armor for protection and the fact that everyone else is not well armed in the least." I replied and he nodded as he considered it. I looked out the window and noted one of the new arrivals walking, his steps very deliberate as he moved between the buildings.
"Jackson what does that remind you of?" I asked him and he looked over and sighed slightly.
"Looks like someone mapping out our home for an attack. Usually for air raids or mortar attack." he muttered sourly. He touched the ear piece, "Simmons grab that piece of shit between the barracks and the ammo bay number four..." he paused while several men and women grabbed the new arrival, "Take that shit to holding and chain him to the wall after you strip him of everything." he added sourly.
"That is Steve, no one really trusted him, he never seemed to be wanting for food. Only reason we didn't actually suspect him is because he would get dragged away and when he returned, he was always sporting new bruises. After he was returned though, within hours or the next day, any secrets we had were well known by them." the woman who rode horses explained while looking at the monitor showing the man in chains within a cell.
"Easy enough to blacken an eye or use a stick to cause a few bruises to keep them from being suspect." Jackson muttered sourly.
"Anyone else who seem to get better treatment?" Jackson asked her while floundering for a name for the woman.
"Names Gretchen, and only one, but they left her behind when she broke her leg in a fall. They didn't even put a bullet in her, just left her crying on the road." Gretchen answered shaking her head.
"Well Gretchen, I am going to need you to step up with Jackson and Sam as leaders for your people, the ones who know and trust you best." I began to explain to her and she looked at me in confusion.
"They trust you and as long as you find my reasoning sound in the things I do here, I am hoping you can get them to see it as well." I explained while she nodded. I pulled off my glasses and in the dimly lit room she backed up with a startled gasp.
"I thought you had some kind of powered night optics, not that your eyes would actually glow." she said in a soft gasp and I smiled at her. Then I explained it all to her while she listened and had a chance to look over the Medical Records.
"I knew Scientists were fools, but never damned fools." Gretchen finally muttered.
"Amen.." Jackson said and sighed in agreement.
"Now then Gretchen, you need to decide now if staying here with us is good for your people or if you think moving on is a better course of action. Staying here means everyone does their part to maintain the Stronghold and the people within. It means those who are incapable of working physically can help man watch towers, can help maintain those securities, it means those who can work start learning how this place runs and where they can best fit in to keep it running." I explained while she smiled a bit.
"Your a Country Boy, aren't you?" she said with a grin.
"Well grew up on a Ranch and joined the military." I replied looking a bit confused.
"I knew it, Country folks don't take no freeloaders, everyone pitches in where they can do the most good and everyone helps the Community. City folk only think about what benefits them." Gretchen said suddenly and I laughed softly.
"She does make a point." Jackson said with a sigh. I had learned he had also been raised on a ranch when he was younger and joined the Military straight out of High School.
"Well you can count us in, most of us were captured from small farming communities. We didn't have any knowledge of how to make anything like what you all have, and to be honest after years on the move with them, yours is the safest Stronghold we have ever seen and well set up to be self sustaining with out the need for outside help." Gretchen declared.
"Great, as of now You, General Jackson, Sam, Torie, and Maria are my advisors to help me keep this place going and moving forward." I told them all and they nodded as they looked to each other.
"And the two young women there?" Gretchen asked of Charlie and Tami.
"Tami is my daughter and Charlie is her girl friend and they both are learning what it means to be the future leaders of this Stronghold. Lets face it, it is still a Zombie World out there and anything can happen to any one of us. So my advice, find someone you trust beyond all others, someone who will never let you down and begin training them to be your replacements." I said slowly and shrugged.
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"Son you run faster then anyone, even at night your glowing eyes leave a purple streak well behind you." Jackson was saying to me as we sat around a fire.
"You must be mistaken." I replied and saw Torie shaking her head at me.
"Well when did that happen?" I asked Torie.
"Not long after the accident." Tami said in answer and I sat frowning slightly.
"So what happened?" I asked and wondered if they had to do something more to help heal me.
"It's as if your body got so broken, that the 'Cure' decided to rebuild you from scratch to make you better." Torie explained. Then she pulled out scans which I had finally agreed to yesterday.
"Your bones are thicker, skin tougher, nearly bent the needle just trying to take a blood sample and your immune system is like nothing I have ever encountered." Torie explained while showing off the results.
"So to be like me now, you nearly have to die?" I asked and she shook her head.
"No, your blood and the changes will reflect as to who you are now. Tami, against our orders, decided to test that on herself. She went through a few hours of the pains we all go through anyways, but by the end.." she paused and looked at Tami, "Show him.."
I watched as Tami took off like a shot and just as they said the girls eyes had a much brighter glow and the streak from her moving so fast left a purple after glow that was not hard to miss. Soon she returned and sat down once again, she wasn't even breathing hard or sweating.
"Not only that but there is more." Torie said slowly.
"Of course there is.." I muttered while Jackson watched me with a light grin.
"Your cells are replacing themselves so rapidly that as long as you do not die right away, you should be able to heal from most any wound, including those thought to be fatal." Torie explained while I sat back and looked at her.
"What else?" I asked and she paused to look over at Maria.
"Son, with the high healing rate, they think you might actually have stopped aging or at least are aging at an incredibly slow rate." Jackson said at last.
"Perfect, now am I only no longer part of the Human species, I am something else entirely." I muttered and looked over at Tami in concern.
"Damnit Baby Girl, you have put yourself in my boat, at least before people could tolerate it. how do you think they will see us when they continue to age and we look like this?" I asked her with worry.
"You saw how they were talking when we left Redmond, just because they are in our House won't mean they won't see or say the same things." I reminded her and she nodded.
"Neither of you are alone.." Charlie whispered and she glanced at Torie and then Maria. I sighed and sat back.
"Now you know why I never had a real family General, your crazy rubs off on them at the worst time." I muttered while he chuckled and Sam smiled.
"I know what you mean, fact is once this mess gets sorted out, I plan to get the cure myself if you all don't mind an old War Horse joining your group." Jackson admitted.
"General you should give that some real consideration. It was bad on me more then five years ago, bad on Maria and Torie not that long ago. We have no clue how bad for someone older then us." I tried to explain to him.
"We served together for many years Major, think I'd let you go this alone now?" he asked and I laughed a bit before I tilted my head listening, Tami was also listening.
"What?" everyone asked while also trying to listen.
"It sounded like a muffled surprise and then a thump, but I can't locate it." Tami said softly. It had Jackson on his feet and the radio.
"All units check in." he demanded. I stood up and turned to gaze at the outpost we had set up heading North. They would have been the first to spot when the enemy arrived, the fact they were well hidden within a cave high over the road way, says the enemy had already started to fan out and possibly stumbled on them by accident. One by one the outposts checked in with the towers.
I caught the Generals attention and used hand signals, he turned back to the radio, "All units switch to channel Bravo Delta and keep the radio clear once radio check is established." he called in and soon after we switched to the new channel and heard the Units check in one by one. A single voice did not call in. With each radio needing a code punched into them every thirty minutes in order to remain active, we knew the radio would not allow them to monitor us for long.
"Dan is most likely dead, but be prepared that he could be alive and used as leverage to try and come into the Stronghold." I said to Sam and he looked alarmed, "I won't open the gate for anyone, I am sorry, but I will not endanger every life against a single one." I reminded him and he nodded. I spun around and tapped the radio to life.
"Watch Towers, keep an eye out and use your thermal imaging, Everyone beyond the walls, save ass plan c, enact now. Stronghold out." I commanded and with out even a response I knew the four hidden spotters where moving to the tunnels that would bring them home. Only a series of knocks on the door would let them back inside.
"Save ass plan C?" Jackson asked and grinned while I just shrugged.
"Movement Tower North West, Near Nugget." a voice said through the radio.
"And so we begin our night, Lets move it Commanders, we have a long night ahead of us and probably a few to kill to remind them we are not with out defenses." I called out and everyone took off to get their people in position and to safety.
At the Tower I pulled up the binoculars and located the heat sources in question. Many stood near the pasture that Jackson had used, but several were moving through the city streets as well in an effort to surround the Hold. We could not allow them access to the Airport as it would jeopardize our power supply, beyond that they could surround all they like and never get anywhere.
"All Towers watching the Airport, kill any one trying to move in or around it, give them no chance to disrupt our power." I radioed in and heard several shots at once.
"Prowler one two and three down. Lost location to prowlers four and five, Over." a voice called in.
"Continue to monitor and eliminate, Out." I ordered and looked back at the General. He spun around and ran out to the Towers in question. His original job in the Marines was as a sniper. Another shot sounded and was followed by several more. In the Binoculars I watched several men being put down on top of the Nugget. The Towers did not like anyone trying to be on our level.
"Towers good job, all Towers, do not allow anyone to gain or remain holding high ground." I called in and patted the shoulder of one of the women who had taken down a Nugget sniper.
Through the night we watched as several more tried to claim one high ground or another only to be cut down. Even the General took out the prowlers once he found the dead ones and tracked the best trails that would have kept them hidden. Once he found them he dropped them both with a single shot while they had stopped to speak to each other apparently. The shot was lined up perfectly and he took them both.
"Movement.." the radio called and I moved with the rest of my Commanders to see where they were and where they were headed.
"Tami, to the control center. I will call out the Claymores to set off." I said and she ran off in an instant. I looked through the binoculars, they were walking down the road with Dan stumbling before them like a shield.
"Bobbi, keep your target on Dan, if it does not look like he can affect an escape, shoot him. It will be much kinder then anything they would do to him if we fail." I said to her and she nodded slowly.
"General, the one who looks like a Mad Max stunt double, remove his head on the go." I said and he nodded while moving into position. I used the radio to speak to the others.
"When I call your name and give you a target, you will move to stay in view of them, if you loose them call out target description and lost. See if another can regain them for you and then you assume their target, am I clear?" I sent out and got returned affirmation. One by one each sniper had a specific target in their sights and were awaiting the Go order.
"Hello the Hold, we have your man. You will open the gates and lay down your weapons..." he continued to speak about safe passage and some other bullshit.
"All shooters maintain your targets, Bobbi, do nothing you will know if you need to do your part or not. When the claymores go off, fire your targets." I called out then called, "Tami, section One A, B, and C.. now!"
Instantly the claymores blew up behind the group sending several followers flying and many in different directions as their bodies were shredded. Shots fire in rapid series of shots and the group of bad guys were dead in moments. Dan stood still looking around slowly in something of shock.
"Rescue, bring our man in and keep your heads down. Snipers watch for anyone who should not be moving or any reinforcements." I called out and took a seat on one of the benches that lined the inner wall of the massive walkway.
"That went down perfectly Major, I couldn't have done better if I tried." Jackson said as he stepped closer and I smiled.
"You don't recognize the defense of the Prime Ministers building back in Afghanistan?" I asked him and he stopped in thought, and grinned at me.
"All your training." I added while he laughed.
"Movement on the rise, it appears the remainder is moving back up the Highway." a voice called out.
"Head count?" I called in.
"Eight, maybe Nine in total." they answered.
"Team One, move up along the Highway, get around them and remove them from play. Last thing we need is for them to invade some other Hold and rebuild to try again. Lets save others from a crappy fate if they were found by them fools." I called in.
"Team One on the move, No Survivors, Copy, Out." a voice chimed in quickly. I looked at the General who nodded slowly and sat back on the bench.
"It's tough being King." the General muttered and looked out towards Reno from where we sat.
"Damn straight.." I muttered. Forty minutes later and we heard several rounds of gun fire in the distance. Twenty minutes later and Team One was coming in with radio confirmation of the mission and the password to get back in the Gate.
"I did not survive a Zombie Apocalypse for fools like this to come along.." Torie was grumbling as she walked up and slung the sniper rifle into the rack to be checked in. She is part of Team One.
"Who said the Apocalypse was over?" I asked her and she stopped a moment.
"The Zombie's by all right's should have dried out, frozen up, shriveled away to a final death. But I have not seen one die yet on it's own, never found a zombie body that looked to have just fallen over dead on it's own. So what is keeping them healthy enough to continue moving, to continue to do what they do with out a hint of slowing down?" I asked her. Now everyone was listening.
"Listen I would love to say we have survived them, but the fact is we haven't. We humans are still dying while they continue to live on and on like some strange version of energizer bunny. But the Humans are still dying and not by the Zombies as much and the virus is long gone except for what is still within the Zombies. We are dying by our own hand, while the Zombies just watch and laugh or continue to be brainless, whatever. Point is we have not survived much of anything, we are barely survivors. So do not let up, do not let your guard down, keep watch, stay safe and stay alive. We have not won against an Apocalypse yet.. you are doing well, we have food, water, friends and family and a safe place to sleep, which is a lot better then what most are dealing with, lets continue to live and stay safe." I reminded them all to the smiles and cheers around those who heard me.
I just knew I should have stayed in bed. Charlie was facing me with Torie and Maria along with Sam, the General and Gretchen. I sighed and sat in a chair and waved towards the other chairs around the table.
"Say again, and slower, I just finished a fifty mile run and I have not yet caught up on my beauty sleep." I mumbled to the amusement of the others.
"We all want the change, and there are even more below who want it as well." General Jackson stated and I looked at him for a moment.
"Ever hear the saying, Never raise anything you can't put down?" I asked him and his eyes widened.
"Now with you Commanders, I have no problem giving you what you want. But with the rest, well there are many I would never trust with this and I would kill them outright before I ever banished them. Could you imagine what would happen if I had been a bad person, been greedy and power hungry, could you imagine the damage I could do all by myself?" I asked them and they sat back looking stunned.
"Sure the Cure stuff, makes me more protective of those I call family, I can locate them anywhere even blindfolded. But it does not stop who the person is at their core, the kind of person they are. It does not stop or hinder what I call the Human Condition. As a person most are good at heart, but as a group Humans can be mean vile creatures full of fear and petty jealousies that can get out of control. Why the hell do you think I lock up the damn weapons, now imagine those who do not need weapons to be a threat having this stuff in their veins." I told them as I explained my view once again.
"So you offer it to those you feel you can trust, those who have gone beyond their duty to the Stronghold and for you and the people within." the General stated.
"Like a reward being offered for service, but purely by their own choice as to receive it or not?" I asked him doubtfully. Jackson nodded and smiled.
"Fine, you and Gretchen first, Torie bunk them together so they can help each other through the change." I said while Jackson and Gretchen blushed.
"What you didn't think I noticed your scents on each other, hell even Tami has been blushing ever sense she figured it out two days ago." I spouted leaving Tami to blush brighter along with the new couple. Yeah I never said I wasn't a Jack Ass.
After the seven day painfest, both came out feeling much better. Charlie, Torie and Maria also went through it but for the so called Upgrade, it only took a couple of days to sweat through it. Both the General and Gretchen admitted they had second thoughts after three days of pure pain and no sleep, it left them so exhausted they dozed off and on through the rest of the process.
They both got sent to his room to finish resting up, they would need to regain their strength. Looking out the window I watched as three streaks of purple were running through the inner walls. Things would be changing and soon, the General had made some interesting points, those willing to put everyone before their own interests deserved to have a chance at a Virus free life if they wanted it.
For the next month, specific people who were noted and noticed by the Commanders or myself were offered the chance to change. Most readily accepted and for good reasons. They wanted to be able to survive a zombie bite with out worry, but they wanted to better serve the Stronghold even more.
A few did refuse saying they wanted to survive on their own as Human, but if there ever was a bite by a zombie they would be right there for the cure in no time. It made sense and probably something I would have said if given a choice.
My family had taken the cure simply because of our circumstances, Charlie bitten, all of us living in the open. Now with the Stronghold up and running, there was no reason to push the 'cure' on anyone and no real reason to actually want it unless you spent a lot of time beyond the walls. Which would be our next topic of discussion in the next meeting which was just starting.
"General Jackson, you have the prettiest eyes.." I said as he sat down, his face darkened with his embarrassment.
"Freakin charmer and a smart ass all at once.." he muttered to the snickers.
"Still thinking about the trade routes?" Tami asked, she always knew how to get the ball rolling.
"Yes and No.. well maybe both." I said slowly which had everyone looking confused.
"We have just the two trucks right now. We also have all the campers and trailers emptied out in the back and many are used by couples for their own privacy as well as a place to call their own finally." I said slowly while they listened.
"I want to start bringing in mobile homes, try and stick to mainly single wide's for a while but leave spacing available for doubles when some of our couples start actually having families." I explained slowly while they listened.
"As for Trade routes we can start talking to the people and see how they stand with it and if they want to get involved in going out to the scattered Holds and begin trade and mail routes." I explained as I sat back.
"The hard part will come from the fact it is strangers meeting strangers for the first time and with some of our people sporting purple eyes, it may not go so well." I reminded them while they nodded slowly.
"Remember what I said about some of those experiences. Some will have been traumatized by Bullies and the like while others will have a might makes right Dictator who will fight tooth and nail to keep what they have, even if it means shutting the world out." I told them while they nodded slowly.
"The trader group will consist of Traders to be sure, but I want them fully trained in hand to hand, and edged weapons training. Small arms would not hurt either." I explained and they nodded in understanding.
"Lets face it if we got word they got hurt, we would devastate the ones who did it even if they did it because they were forced to by someone they feared more. So with full training we should be able to limit it to some degree. I want at least one conversion for every two human trader, they can act solely as security during the runs." I explained while they continued to listen.
"I can get some of our more experienced fighters to start training sessions for everyone, it would not hurt if everyone at least could fire a gun reliably. I'll get our smiths to work on upping ammo production for basic ammo on small twenty two's." The General stated while I nodded.
"Tami, I want you and Charlie working basic self defense with a staff and hand to hand. People will respond more if they see you both can defend yourselves much better then you let on." I told them and they nodded and smiled.
"They are skilled in defense?" Jackson asked and I smiled and nodded.
"Been teaching them ever sense we got ambushed near Lakeview, and after the change they learned even faster, now when we spare we don't hold back and they give me a descent work out compared to most others." I explained and he laughed softly.
Using the trucks and several men and women who knew how to move the Mobile Homes, we began pulling them first off the sales lots around the out skirts of the City. They were already prepped for moving anyways and while the movers and preppers were getting the homes moved, most were ripping up the asphalt and making proper foundations along with power and water hook ups.
As the homes got set up, more volunteers helped with Raiding furniture stores to make them into proper homes complete with towels and linen. After six months we have more then three quarters of the homes moved onto their own small lots with small lawns as well.
Couples got homes if they wanted them, families or soon to be families got either large single wide's or if they already had more then one child, they could get into a double wide. We also extended the outer wall to allow more growth in the area as well. During that time we ended up taking in more refuges as well and we went from barely over three hundred to more then six hundred.
The new group had more people with them who could spot edible plants of all kinds and began working the fields to let us know what was best for planting and when. Along with a very comprehensive list of plants with medicinal properties, one joined a group to scout out the area around the farms to pick out the plants we would want to have within the walls to be tended properly.
"I am telling you they can not be trusted, even now they are out there trying to turn our people against anyone they are calling infected." Gretchen stated with a huff. She had over heard their complaints about no voting in leadership, and the fact that those in charge and their puppets are not normal.
"Yeah, well, it was something that would come up eventually..." I muttered and looked at Jackson, "And you wondered why all guns are confiscated after each shift and not allowed in the general populace. Lets get this settled." I said as I stood up, he just grumbled and everyone followed me out of the large conference room.
"So why is he in charge here?" a voice demanded and I waved off the others while we listened.
"He built this place so we could all be safe here and as far as I know he is not infected." a voice shouted back.
"Just because you built it does not make it yours by right, we have just as much right to decide what rules are in place and how to enforce them. And from the time I have been here I have watched the infection spread." the first voice said in reply. I stepped out from behind the wall and the once raised voices quieted in moments.
"I run this place as any Military base would be run." I stated as I stepped forward slowly, the loud mouth started to say something and I glared at him daring him to speak.
"Shut your hole Boy, you have had your say, now it is my turn." I growled at him and he closed his mouth in a tight grimace, "I and my family built this place so that we may live in peace and safety with out the threat of Zombies..." I said and glanced at the young man as I added, ".. or fools.."
I walked to where I could be seen, "Yes, I have been changed and not by choice, I was bitten and then injected with a supposed cure that changed me in many ways. I did not ask for the zombies to arrive, I did not ask to be bitten or go through the changes, I did not ask to be tortured by the scientists as they kept trying to infect me with the zombie virus once again. I did not ask for Charlie to get bitten either, and I do not ask for or want your sympathy." I said coldly as I looked them over slowly, it seemed like a dividing line had them nearly split as in for and against.
"The rules in place keep us all safe within our self imprisonment and what are we if not prisoners of our own making living within walls while zombies live free on the other side of them. Well in any enclosed area it begins to start raising temperatures and two fools in a gun fight are just as likely to shoot an innocent as they are in shooting each other." I remarked and again glanced at the big mouth. Looking back I started to pace back and forth before them while talking,
"The rules are what they are, the reality is this, the moment you stepped foot in the Stronghold you knew them. They are posted right on the wall when you walk past that gate. They are located in every building, you don't like them, you had every chance to say, not for me and walk out of here no harm no foul. But to stand here and like a chicken shit try to cause trouble because you are a power hungry little bitch, I don't have to take that in my house, not ever. Those unhappy with how I run things, the door swings both ways, I wish you luck in finding your own path." I said and waved at the disgruntled group.
"What if we don't leave and make you leave?" the loud mouth asked. I paused and spun around to face him. Slowly I walked up to him and stared him in the eyes while he began to fidget.
"Please, by all means, show all your people what a big man your are, and swing. Make me leave my home and family, lets see how long you last." I said slowly.
"I meant we as a people, we out number you." he stammered quickly trying to recover.
"You know what is nice about having rules posted along with their consequences?" I asked him and he shook his head slowly.
"I don't have to repeat them and everyone knows the consequences right away. General Jackson, rule number four please." I called out while staring the man in the eyes.
"No one is allowed to cause mayhem or drama by inciting or trying to incite riot within the community, penalty for such action to include but not limited to Banishment and could include a Death sentence." General Jackson called out.
"I, I wasn't trying to incite a riot, I was asking questions." he said quickly.
"Sounded like trying to sow the seeds of discord amongst hard working people who have finally found themselves a safe haven in a sea of zombies." I replied and shook my head. "I won't have it, you are hereby banished, you have five minutes to pack your things, claim any weapons you arrived with and be out the gates. Anyone wishing to follow you may do so at this time."
"You are a Tyrant, just as I said you were." he proclaimed and I smiled at him.
"I am the Base Commander here, just like any other strong hold and fort out there. Only difference is, I am stuck dealing with a punk like you. Most likely you ran into several other forts and they had to boot your ass too rather then deal with a power hungry jerk. Only my luck that they sent you on your way rather then just shoot your ass and you ended up here?" I shot back and looked at my watch.
"You have 4 minutes and forty seconds, I would hurry up if I were you." I added.
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It took six more months to find the Vehicles and upgrade them so they could work for what we wanted. Granted for the most part they would never reach proper highway speeds, but maintaining between 35 and 45 miles per hour was good enough. The solar panels wrapped around the trucks and trailers so that no matter the suns angle they still got power.
Small solar powered led string lights gave off enough light around the trucks to at least give the Normals the ability to see where they were going when they climbed the trailers for some sleep. The changed would always be able to see in the dark. Some training went in as to what would be considered as valuable and what was considered crap.
"Okay everyone listen up." I called out and the entire compound quieted down, "Now then my family and I will lead Trader Group One. While I am gone, General Jackson will take over here. He's a fair man and pretty easy going, but do not push him. Where the hell do you think I got those rules from, working with him in his Bases." I called out, a gentle reminder not to be assholes.
"The trader group have already been chosen and trained. If any of you have missing family and want to try and connect. Write letters and send them with the group heading towards their last known locations. We will call out names at each stop for those letters and hope those missing will answer. God willing, maybe we can start to bring families back together." I said continuing. Several people ran off and I assumed it was to start writing.
"Now this first run may take as little as a couple weeks to as long as a month. We will have two groups with each Trader Caravan. The Traders who will be dealing with the Forts and Strongholds, and the Guards whose only job is to insure those Strongholds do not overstep their bounds lets face it we've seen both good and bad in all of our travels, we all have stories of the people and holds we have seen. We want to open trade routes, but we will not allow them to take advantage or try and bully our Traders. The first run will have two functions, first to establish contact and give them an idea what we can part with for trade. To find out what they have that they can trade comfortably, and finally to establish a mail route so people can reconnect, maybe even as pen pals." I stated while many nodded while they listened.
"Currently the loads within the trailers are pretty light, mainly just a few things picked up from raiding the large stores on the fringes of the City. Basic hygiene products, tooth brushes, tooth paste, our own home made soaps and shampoo, hair brushes, things we take for granted because we have them still available to us. We will not be trading livestock or even carrying them until we know what they can offer in return with out hurting themselves." I explained while everyone was nodding as they listened.
"Each Caravan also carries enough cold storage to be able to hunt and trade fresh meat for things that we may consider silly or unusable, but another outpost may see as needed. Think about the things you may want as well. Even frivolous things, and the traders will add them to their lists and who knows, we may find it. Personally I am still looking to complete my AC/DC collection, what can I say?" I said with a grin while people laughed.
With as much power as we got from the combined wind turbines and solar panels, we were able to watch TV, listen to music although still no radio and had access to other things of our more normal lives before the Zombies. We did have to scrounge for every LED light we could find in order to keep power usage at a minimum. TV's, and disc players were also what could be reliably low watt usage as well. It was a learning curve for everyone.
"Tomorrow Morning the caravans will head out, so please if you have letters contact the Leader of the Caravan heading in the direction you want and leave them with them. Each stop they make they will wait a day for trades to be completed and any letters that they may write to be sent out." I said and paused while they looked around at the Caravan leaders who stood beneath signs stating the direction they would be going. "Have a good night everyone, disperse."
My group and I remained under the Sign stating we would be heading West. Our group was also comprised mostly of the Changed or Cured. We never did settle on a name for ourselves. Soon people began walking to the group they hoped would have relatives still lingering in one of the outposts. We ended up with nearly a hundred and thirty letters by the time it was late enough to call it a night and make final preparations for the travel.
"Don't think I ever seen so many letters." one of the leaders remarked and I laughed and held out my stack of them. We had arranged to be up and out of the gate just before sunrise.
"Going to be busy out there for sure." I replied with a chuckle.
"Sir, what do we do if we come to a fort and someone wants to join us or leave but the Leader is keeping them against their will?" one of them asks.
"Against their will? Shoot the Bastard and then see who wants to still leave." I replied calmly, several chuckles were heard and I looked up at them.
"You think I am kidding, those animals have no right to keep anyone against their will, none. You be sure they understand that and if they don't, kill them. Let the rest sort it out. We will not tolerate any might makes right dictatorships. I may be a Dictator to some within these walls, but I do not force anyone for anything and all are free to leave. Long as they do fair work for what they get here, that is all I ask of anyone. Beyond that they have a choice of staying or going as they like, working or starving as they like. But none of it do I force on them." I reminded them evenly and they all nodded in agreement.
"You'll get fools who will try to entice the women and men from your groups. They want to stay in some other stronghold, more power to them. You will get others offering trade for the women, try not to kill them outright, just let your opinion of them be known and move on to the next Outpost. Remember these people have suffered just as much and in some cases even more then we have. We have our haven, and have been living a descent life for a months and even a year or more. The rest out there are still living the same lives they have lived sense this all started, some will be good, others out and out slavery. Up to you all which is worth fighting over, but be ready to stand your ground when I question you on your actions. Understood?" I explained to them and they all stood at attention and saluted.
"Who-Rahhh.. now lets get this show on the road." I called out. Everyone saluted General Jackson as he made his presence known and saw everyone off. As the trucks started up and everyone climbed aboard to take off I looked over at Jackson.
"May want to start preparing rooms in the Casino. Chances are good that on return trips, these same trucks will be bringing in more refugees." I said as Charlie started the lead truck and moved out of the way when I stood by the door.
"Already have the House Keeping group working on that, more then four floors will be ready and available to those who arrive. Also have the Councilors and Human Resources working out job placements based on their skills and abilities, along with group leaders shuffling people around so we can have new recruits being helped and trained by trainers and experienced workers. It'll be fine Commander." Jackson stated and I grinned at him. Turning I climbed into the truck and slowly rolled out the gates with two more trucks and trailers following behind.
No one had come from the West, well not before the Outbreak. Those who were born or had lived in California before the Outbreak had been off visiting relatives in other states. California was the highest populated State in the Nation with more then forty million lives living and working there. For all anyone knew, it now held more then forty million zombies looking to bite someone's ass.
Traveling at Forty miles an hour sounds fast compared to walking or riding a bicycle or running. But when you remembered people use to drive Highway 80 at 70 to 80 miles per hour, yeah, you see my point. You end up staring at the same tree for several minutes while you pass it, instead of it flying by as a near blur. Yeah I'm exaggerating a bit here, but damn, do you see my point at all?
Currently I am still driving after two hours, and the changed are running circles around the caravan as we go much to the amusement of the unchanged.
"Tami, your turn to drive." I called out and she swung up into the passenger seat. She wasn't breathing hard or sweating. She slipped into my seat while I stepped on to the ladder while keeping the door open.
"Got it, have fun Dad." she called with a smile. I dropped down smiling and she closed the door. I loped along at the speed of the trucks and kept an eye out.
"Spotter, any signs yet?" I called up. She was using binoculars and keeping an eye out ahead of us. Last thing we needed was to scare the Forts by having purple eyed people running laps around trucks driving at forty miles an hour.
"Nothing yet, just the zombies, we been leading them away from the trucks and keeping them tied up behind hedges and thick bushes or fallen trees. Looks like they may have had a wild fire at one point up here, some blackened areas just now starting to show growth." she reported quickly.
"Good, let me know if there are any changes." I called up.
"Copy that Commander." she called back.
I began to start running ahead to scout the area we would be coming into along with Torie and Maria. Charlie remained with the caravan and the other Guards who were leading away the zombies while the humans used the binoculars to view the area in every direction including behind us in case the Forts where hidden from one direction but visible from another.
During the Stronghold build up, we had raided every military base that was abandoned between Reno and Las Vegas. In those raids we had grabbed every radio system they had, including creating ways to recharge them using solar cells. Now part of everyone's gear was clipping the solar cell to a shoulder, run the wire to the radio for keeping it charged up, and another wire for an ear piece so the radios did not blare out and give away your positions. The Military radio range was far more then anything you could find in some radio shack or best buy.
"Commander, we have movement and a Fort.." Torie called in.
"Position and remain hidden, we have no idea how they will respond and I doubt any of us are bullet proof." I reminded her.
"About a mile past the turn off into Verdi. Verdi appeared to be nothing more then a Zombie free for all. Survivors highly doubtful." she answered.
"Maintain position, when you see the Caravan, come to us and guide the driver in the lead truck to your position." I stated and moved off towards the small City of Verdi, we had to be sure no one was left before just writing it off.
"Commander, Torie has rejoined the Unit and waiting at her last known location. We can see the fort clearly and they can see us." the front spotter stated and waited for my reply.
"Remain in the open, let them have a look. They may remain in their walls, or send someone out to find out who we are. Be aware any movement that appears aggressive may draw fire. I am sure they have their own snipers as well." I replied while using binoculars to look over the many homes and businesses within the small township. Movement at a second story window caught my eye and I homed in on it. Waiting for several moments I spotted a child in the window, she was at least twelve if not older. She sat down at the floor to ceiling window just watching the zombies move about on the street below her.
I struck a flare and she instantly looked in my direction. I waved the flare and she started waving frantically in response. Well this would get interesting, more then ten thousand zombies and a lone child in the middle of them.
"Gunna need help here, spotted a lone survivor in a two story house and she has many neighbors of the unfriendly kind." I said slowly.
"Team one on the way." Torie stated.
"Team two remain with the Caravan and keep your eyes on those in the fort." I ordered and they acknowledged.
The girl really started jumping around when she spotted the many of us standing on the ridge. We were all waving but looking at the mess below on ground level.
"Well at least we know we can't be changed if they bite us." Maria muttered sourly.
"Getting bit isn't the concern, it's getting overwhelmed and they end up biting us to death." another said in reply and voicing my own concern.
"Okay, they have the river fenced off near the bridge, because of the raging currents there. They are far enough away and on the other side of the greenery, now while they are blind we clear the fence leaving it open for them to travel to the river. String a zip line to get across the river, a counter to bring the handle back up to the top. The garage there should have a spring loaded counter on their garage door to make that possible. We'll start leading the critters off to the River, they can just free float to where ever and we get the girl out of there." I said as I came up with a plan, right out of my ass so who knew if it would actually work.
It took some doing but we managed to remove the fence, set up a slight platform and a zip line that once the handle was released, the pulley would reverse the spring wheel and it would get pulled back up. One by one everyone would lead groups of zombies out to the river and zip line across while the zombies, having not lost sight of their target, would move into the river only to be swept away.
"Well it's working." Maria said as she climbed up the other side while her group of zombies were bobbing in the water as the river took them away.
"Yeah to be honest I wasn't sure it would." I admitted and she looked at me.
"Never say that again.." she grumped at me and swatted my arm while I laughed with several others.
"Continue to lead out as many as you can, safely. I'll make my run to the house." I stated and before anyone could complain, I was a purple streak running full speed to the house. I will admit to a few close calls as a zombie came around a corner only to go flying when I snap kicked him in the chest and he slammed into a car.
I knocked on a few doors and windows of the house and heard several growls. Opening the door, I ended up with five more zombies intent on wanting a taste of me. I led them to the back yard and left them locked up.
Oddly enough, it was not the girl who had barricaded the stair well, the barricade was piled up from my side. I pulled everything away while she was calling for help and pleading not to be left behind again. I calmed her down and while I continued to pull the barricade down she told me her story.
She and her family were out on summer vacation when the Zombies arrived. They had a private log cabin with their own lake, her Dad inherited it from his Father years ago. They stayed for almost five years and after not hearing anything for so long, they went out in search of information. They had not packed enough water and after the Fort down the road refused them anything, they were forced to come into town to try and find water and shelter from the winter that was already coming in. During the run to this house, one of her brother did not make it. The others had been bitten at one point or another. And her family built the barricade before finally becoming one of the zombies. She has been trapped ever sense, the owner of the house had solar power for heating water and some light power, along with gas for cooking.
They had also stocked up bottled water and dried and canned foods. After the barricade came down she rushed at me and hugged me tight. Turns out I was way off in guessing her age, she confirmed it was sixteen and even showed me her drivers permit. I just grinned at her.
"Okay Cassy, lets get you out of this mess and on the road." I told her and she nodded before looking out the window at the zombies moving by.
"How?" she asked and I grinned at her.
"How are you for adventure and heights?" I asked while shifting a few things.
"Pretty good?" she responded and it sounded more like a question.
"Cassy, you will ride my back and hold on very tight. I will run very fast and you get to scream all you like or laugh just make a lot of noise, we want them to follow us and you will see why when I finish running." I explained while she just nodded.
"Now I see why you wanted me to scream.." Cassy muttered from behind my ear while we watched the zombies jump into the river and float away. She did not scream she was laughing and whooping and hollering far too much for screaming. I activated the radio.
"Survivor safe, move to position one for regroup after loosing your tails." I called in and got several calls of yes Sir. Soon we were all standing on the river bank watching zombies float away.
"That isn't even close to a quarter of them, what did they have some sort of zombie convention here and never went back home?" one of the guys muttered while everyone laughed lightly. As one we moved at speed back to the caravans.
"Cassy, outside of this group, please do not tell anyone of how we can run or how our eyes are so different. I will explain later, everything you wish to know." I said to her and she nodded quickly.
"Cassy this is the trade Caravan Team one from out of Reno. This is Torie and Maria, my wives and Tami who is my Daughter, she adopted me, and her girl friend Charlie." I explained and Tami blushed lightly as everyone greeted Cassy.
"Commander we have movement.." the front spotter called out.
Standing out front now we watched several horses moving towards us. I also noted several moving around our flanks as well.
"Watch Guards note positions of flankers, rear Guards keep note of our rear flank. Shooters remember, One shot, One Kill and move to the next target after firing do not remain focused on the one fired on." I reminded them all and got several affirmatives.
"Nice bunch here, particularly the vehicles. Now if you don't mind, why don't you all vacate those vehicles and move on back where ever you came from before we have to make you move." a man in front said out loud.
"Naw, we like our vehicles, took us a while to refit them into something usable as trade Vehicles. As you do not seem interested in trade we shall be moving along. You all take care." I replied easily enough.
"I don't think you understand, I said.." the man was nearly yelling and I threw a blade that struck his head between the eyes. The rest of his men looked on in shock.
"Anyone else think I don't understand. All of you have an automatic weapon aimed at you, even the fools who think we are not aware of them on our flanks have my men and women right behind them awaiting my kill order. Not a damn one of you will survive this, who wants to die next?" I demanded while pulling up my AK-47 assault rifle that was converted to full auto now that no law said I could not. At the same time weapons were pulled up and the twin 50 caliber was locked and loaded.
"Fine, fine, we will leave you be." a man called out. I narrowed my gaze at him. I could see that the fort was being run badly.
"Pipe me into the loud speakers." I demanded of the truck and Torie hit the switches.
"I am from the Stronghold within Reno Nevada. We have food, shelter for anyone willing to help keep the Stronghold running. We have our own farms, cattle, water supply and security to keep the Zombies and those who would claim to be King over your lives out of your lives. If you wish a life free from being taken advantage of, come out of the Fort and join us, if you are hindered at all. Call out and we will help you." I called out while those on horses started looking a bit worried. Several of us heard the calls and then angry voices demanding silence.
"You have five seconds to call out to your men inside to release them, if you do not, one of you will be shot dead for every ten seconds they remain a captive. Raise your weapon and you die sooner." I warned them and began counting down. When I hit two...
"Alright, alright.. release them now!" he called out. Soon many were stumbling out of the Fort and loading the trucks. I stopped one older man.
"Anyone else being stopped from leaving?" I asked. He leaned close.
"More then twenty young women, their so called entertainment." he whispered and quickly climbed into the Truck.
"Flanks, kill the idiots in your field of fire." I said coldly. Sixteen shots rang out while the men before us looked around.
"What did you just fire at?" he demanded.
"Your flankers are dead, one man for each young woman you still hold captive you fucking rapists, be happy I did not start with you. Now release them or we finish this and I burn your World to the ground." I growled at him and let my eyes glow brightly. All of them stiffened at seeing several pairs of glowing purple eyes.
"Release them all damnit." he called back.
"I find out one single man, woman or child is still being held against their will, and I destroy all of you. We don't carry rockets just for show you know." I called back, soon the women were running out the gate and moving to us. I stopped one of them.
"Anyone else in there?" I asked.
"No just those assholes and a zombie with blue eyes." she said and I released her. A Zombie with blue eyes?, this I had to see for myself.
"Well lets have a look at this Zombie with Blue Eyes. Oh and if we don't come out in fifteen minutes, the rockets and bullets will decimate all of you and believe me my people can and will track down anyone who runs." I demanded and walked over to the second big mouth and yanked him from the horse.
Walking inside it looked like a giant mud pit, no drainage had ever been created to allow for run off. There were a few buildings, makeshift single room buildings from the looks of them but most prominent were cages resting in the mud. Following the man I noted that only a handful of the jack asses were inside the Fort. The next question was, do I leave these assholes to continue to torment anyone who passes by, or finish them off.
He walked up to a cage and started slapping at the figure within, a young woman, maybe even a teenager turned to look at us as her eyes glowed a soft blue color. She backed away from the mans hand trying to slap her.
"Not a Zombie." I muttered and listened as the men inside were moving around slowly. I kept track of them.
"How do you know?" he shot back.
"Because she would have ripped your arm off or bitten you by now ya dumb ass. She's a kid with something else going on." I replied evenly and nodded to the girl who was watching me and the way my eyes glowed as well.
"Take them out now." I whispered into the radio. As the gun fire started outside the walls, I shot big mouth and spun while firing on those inside the walls. The young woman jumped and looked as the bodies fell before returning her attention to me.
"You are safe with me if you will allow me to help you. If not you are free to go as you like." I told her in a calm tone before snapping the lock and opening the gate.
She moved forward as I left the gate clear for her. She started to walk past, but looked conflicted.
"Before you run off, there is food at the trucks, no one will hurt you. There are horses available if you wish to ride away. It is up to you, no one will ever stop you from going where you want." I explained further and she paused and looked at me. In an instant she was standing at my side and shivering. I removed my overcoat and draped it over her shoulders.
Walking back her head was on a swivel as she noted people around us. At the truck I grabbed a water bottle and a sandwich. She stayed by my side while she devoured it.
"You can't allow her to come, she is infected, she has been bitten, look at her arm." someone yelled from the group.
"How long she been in that cage?" I demanded. While holding her gently and waved Torie and Maria closer.
"Almost a year." another voice called.
"Yet in all that time did she ever attack anyone, other then possibly to defend herself, did her eyes turn red, did she ever act like a Zombie in any way?" I asked as if they should have considered this on their own. The silence was answer enough.
"She comes with us if she wants, as for her Blue eyes, who cares, my eyes glow as well. You don't like it then get off my trucks and go back to your hermit Fort. The assholes are all dead, just drag their bodies away, provide better drainage and you could make it livable. Up to you. But either way, she stays if she wants." I said flatly while my people were grinning.
"We will stay, not because of the eyes, but because you are right this can be a good start. We would welcome future trade once we are up and running." The older man stated as he climbed down along with his people. "You are a harsh man, but a fair one. Someone who will hold their word. We do not have much in provisions, could you help us?" he asked hopefully.
"Tell you what, you got anyone who can use the old treadle sewing machines, we can bring them and we could use some mending from time to time and food and materials can be the barter. Water is fresh here and the Zombie virus only lives within the Zombies now. So the soil, plants, animals and water are free of the Virus and safe to consume." I explained and he smiled.
"We have several of our women and men capable of sewing, you find a leather machine and we can help there too. " he replied and I looked back the way we had come, I knew of a couple relay stations that could help power the fort.
"Any electricians here?" I asked and he pointed out a younger man.
"Jason, that roll of wire. And three breaker boxes with some wire and a few switches with light fixtures and outlets." I called over. He was on the radio in an instant.
"What will that do?" he asked slowly. I smiled at the Older man.
"My friend that will get you back from the stone age and into a more stable set up. We have reliable power at our stronghold. We already hooked up to a power station. Now another truck will arrive tomorrow most likely and they will deliver what you need. We will send the commercial sewing machines and a few more exotic ones. If you are willing to help with clothing, we can trade for food and power." I explained and his eyes lit up.
"Now I do not suggest keeping your gates closed to new comers, what I do suggest, fight to keep your home and your freedom if it comes to that. We need to reclaim our lives and we can't do that if we are scared of our own shadows and scared to do what is right. If you like I can have trainers help train your men and women to help with defending your Strong Hold." I offered and he nodded in agreement.
"But yeah, fix the drainage and build better homes for yourselves, I mean that is like, yikes." I said jokingly and he laughed.
"Agreed.. we will remove those damn cages and everything of them that is not what we want or need for our home." he said proudly. I smiled and sent them on their way with a few rations for meals to last a few days.
"Jason tell them to bring two milk cows, three jerked beef and three frozen. Then set up the lights and power for use when the sewing machines arrive." I told him and he nodded while relaying the information. I led the young woman into the truck and everyone loaded up while a few ran alongside to maintain the security.
"Do we know who she is?" Maria asked quietly and I shook my head while getting the rig up to speed.
"She was bitten, as was I, and we both were picked to survive. I was chosen by luck and science while she was chosen by fate." I said quietly. The young woman looked over at me with a curious expression. I looked at her and she stared at my eyes, I allowed them to glow a bit and she smiled.
"P.. P.. Pretty.." she said softly and in a tone that suggested she had not spoken in a very long time.
"I think she likes your eyes, love." Maria said with a smirk.
"Do not make me have you run patrol all night when we stop." I warned and winked at them with a grin. The others laughed while the girl seemed to finally relax and dozed off while leaning against me. It was a helluva start to a trade business and we hadn't even gotten to the Truckee yet.
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As the travel continued the young woman was never far behind me no matter where I went, which made bathroom breaks rather interesting. At times when she needed a break she would pull me to a tree and step around it to do her business before returning. If I even made a move to step away, she would cry out in fear. She had somehow latched on to me for some reason.
"She sees you as her savior, you have helped her, offered no restraint to her and most importantly given her freedom of choice. Just help her, as she comes to realize no one is out to hurt her, she will start to gain a sense of independence." Torie said softly.
"No problem not like she is a pain in the ass, at times she points out things the Guards have missed during patrols. She runs as hard and fast as we do, she also knows what is edible and what isn't. She had to have been alone a long time before getting caught by those fools." I replied while the girls head was in my lap and she slept after a hard run.
"When we return we can run a few tests, find out how she has blue eyes and see if it is something like what we have." Torie suggested.
"We will speak to her about it, but in the end it will be her choice." I reminded her and she nodded quickly. During the trip collapsible shower stalls allowed us to shower, water would be heated during the day and used to shower at night then get filtered and pumped back up to the tanks once again to be heated back up during the following day. And yep after her shower we had to replace the filters and refill the tank from the streams flowing just off the Highway.
At what would be the State Line, we found another Stronghold. They had sentries along the walls who were pointing at us. We drove up slowly and parked nearly thirty yards from their gate. I climbed out of the truck with Maria and the young woman. She still hasn't spoken sense calling my eyes pretty and she hasn't responded when asked her name.
"Hello the Gate." I called out. A smaller door opened and three men stepped out and walked towards us.
"Who are you and what do you want?" the front man demanded.
"I am Dakota and we are running a trade route from Reno and out to the West. Stopping at different Strongholds and Forts to get an idea of what we should carry for trade and what you may have to offer as well. We would also be willing to try and aid people by delivering letters to other Forts to see if family members can be reunited." I explained while he listened. After the first Fort we had found two others and both gave a list of things they had they could trade for things they would need.
"And how do I know you aren't just trying to find out what we have so you can steal it?" he asked in reply.
"I have enough ammo and personal to level your walls if that was our objective. It is not, it is as I said it is. I even made up a list of things other Forts needed and are willing to trade. If you like we can look over the list and you can tell me what you find interest in and what you'd be willing to offer if you do not have what they need." I suggested and he nodded slowly. He glanced at me and the young woman several times. I wore my wrap around ski glasses and had shown the young woman how to do the same while we were speaking to the others from the Forts.
"You have many women with you.." he started to say and I held up my hand to stop him.
"I suggest in the interest of maintaining good relations, that you do not finish that line of thought." I said slowly. He narrowed his gaze before nodding slowly.
"Shall we go inside and we can talk while I look over this list?" he suggested. I tilted my head a bit.
"Sir, I seem to recall having stopped by before a while back and you offered trade for my two girls. Then even offered a partial trade just so you and your men could borrow them for a few hours." I said slowly, it was loud enough for the changed to hear clearly and everyone could hear the weapons being locked and loaded.
"If I were to step inside and you tried to use me as a hostage, well, I would never be taken alive. I am a Marine and we're bloody stupid about not giving up. So anything you said to try and use me as barter would only incite them into leveling this place as they would already assume I was dead." I said calmly and smiled at him.
"Now you will call your people and have them step out the gate, no zombies around for miles so we both know it is safe. Any weapons seen will have the person shot. Am I clear so far?" I asked him, he started to say something and I pulled my gun and pointed it at his head.
"You can all live, or you can all die.. your choice." I reminded him and cocked the hammer back.
"Everyone get out of the Fort and leave your weapons behind." he yelled out. Soon men began leaving through the gate.
"Now I want you to look back and insure the Fort is empty. Anyone found inside with a weapon, not only will they die but so will you. So if you think someone might have missed your call, I suggest you give them a shout." I growled at him.
"Johnson get your ass out here now." he yelled quickly. The man came running out carrying a rifle and I shot him in the face.
"Probably should have reminded him no weapons." I muttered sourly as he stared at the mans body.
"I am checking the Fort and you better pray you have not been holding anyone against their will or there will be hell to pay. And I am collecting the Devils Due." I said in warning. I could see him sweating even more.
"Torie man the 50 cal, if they so much as breath funny, cut the fuckers down." I called out. Looking back I used hand signals and two more of my team moved into position.
"You two follow Maria, Sunny and I into the Fort. I want it searched top to bottom." I said and the young woman smiled at the nickname I had given her. As a group we walked into the Fort, I noted the Leader giving a sigh as if in defeat or resignation. The weapons left were mostly empty of shells, they could not average two shots each much less mount a defense.
"Major, we have a problem..." the radio called in and I moved with Maria and Sunny to another building. The building was one large room with double beds on each side along the walls, small dividers separated them and on each bed a woman was chained to it.
"All Units, cut them down, save the ammo unless they run. Use speed and blades." I ordered and soon the screams and cries of the men beyond the wall started and ended just as abruptly.
"I need the female crew to report within the Fort's Walls, bring water, food and first aid." I said slowly. I looked over at the two guys who looked stricken to have found the women like this.
"Guys, good work, please see if you can find a cutter or even the keys to those locks. Check the lead pig first." I told them, they quickly moved out. Maria moved forward and began speaking to them in soft tones while I sat down feeling sick for having left them here all that time ago. The fact was I had suspected, but didn't want to know or get involved and they paid for it. Sunny sat beside me and curled against my side, she never seemed shocked or startled when I reacted violently towards others, she just took it in stride.
"Oh God.." Torie whispered from the door even as one of the guys handed her a set of keys.
"We found these, only set we found on him. The others are searching the other bodies and checking the buildings." he reported and I nodded.
"Thank you, these women will need time to settle, see what sort of supplies this place had for food and confiscate whatever you find." I told him and he sent out the order as he walked out.
"Oh! Dakota!" Torie called and I moved quickly with Sunny to the furthest bed. The woman was lying on her belly naked and her back, buttocks and legs had been whipped and the wounds still seeped with her bleeding. The bedding, white sheets were soaked in her blood.
"She fought back, they left her as a warning for us not to fight." one woman said softly. I walked over and knelt down and could see her face had been beaten as well.
"Do you wish to live?" I asked her softly and she nodded.
"Are you willing to suffer even more pain in order to live?" I asked her. Her eyes widened a bit but she nodded again. I pulled my glasses off and allowed my eyes to glow.
"Are you certain, because once I do this, you will never be the same again. You will be like me and my Family and my People." I whispered to her. Her eyes watered as tears welled up.
"You will be my family, but it takes pain in order to heal and live from this." I said and gently squeezed her shoulder. When she nodded again, I leaned close and kissed her cheek. I pulled my knife and sliced my palm as the blood flowed and let it fall into her cuts. She shivered and gritted her teeth.
"We will stay for the night here to help her through the worst of the first stages. Lets clean up a bed and move her carefully to some clean sheets, get her cleaned up, very carefully." I said quietly. To my surprise Sunny caressed her hair and gazed at her while everything was set up and then she was carefully moved, several of the whip marks reopened during the move and she moaned and cried out in pain. Then Maria and Sunny used soft cloths to gently wash her down and cleaned the wounds.
The Fort turned out to have it's own fresh water supply and the strange noise was coming from several wind turbines that were still capable of supplying power given the right equipment. I had everyone writing down lists of things that would be needed to bring it back up to standards in case anyone ever wanted to resettle it at some point.
"I already have an idea on who might want to move here rather then stay with the changed." I said slowly as we sat around helping the poor woman through the heat and muscle cramps. "We will make it known that it will not be tolerated to act like these fools or decide that they will completely cut off from us. This is a good Outpost location, they can settle here but they run it by the rules we use at the Reno Stronghold. They can't do that, they are free to leave and move beyond our reach."
"Until a proper system of Government comes to power, I will continue to operate under the last order given by the Government, Martial Law was declared by all the States which put the Military in control of the Law. Not going to push our rules we follow on the other Forts, but I will not abide rapists, murderers and thieves to stay in control and treat people like slaves and pets for their amusement." I said softly and noted others had moved closer to listen.
"You really are Military.." one of the women said softly and I nodded.
"I run the Reno Stronghold along with General Jackson, both of us served in the Military and we run the Fort under Military rules of conduct. Someone doesn't like the rules, they are free to leave. Rules are simple, long as you help to keep the Stronghold and Community safe, secured and supplied, you have a safe place to sleep, good food, good water and clothing and a hot shower. You gain a family if you want it. You don't want to work for your keep, ain't nothing says I have to feed you or house you. I don't run a welfare state. Even the folks incapable of physical work are capable of watching our walls for anyone or anything trying to cause us harm. One Sniper has no legs, and he remains in the Guard Tower keeping everyone safe." I explained and they nodded.
The wounds on the woman's back were the first to show signs of the Cure at work. She shifted and groaned as the pain slowly increased. Everyone had a hard time figuring out how to help because every time she moved it seemed like she reopened something. I stripped to my underwear and slid on the bed. She looked at me with wide eyes, but I remained beside her and made no other advances. She whimpered softly before moving herself to lay half on my side while I gently held her. The contact made her sigh with relief.
"Sunny, lay here on this side so she can see you." I said and carefully Sunny moved to my opposite side and they were able to watch each other. A light sheet was draped over us while they relaxed. Maria and Torie worked to keep her light bandages moist so the wounds would not crack so much when she shifted. It was going to be a long night, the only bright side was that I had run most of the day before finding the Fort so I would be good when it came to the heat. Sunny had ran the entire time as well so she was good.
Maria and Torie switched off so they could run, catch a few hours of sleep and spell the other. Even with the Cure, her wounds were taking a while to mend. We would have to wait another day at least before she could comfortably be moved to one of the bunks within the trucks. Torie was able to switch with me while Sunny and I ran for several hours before returning.
Seems when the woman woke up she panicked when she did not find me and Sunny with her. We returned and retook our spots and she calmed in no time. I certainly hoped she would not be another who saw me as some sort of savior. The bruises were slowly clearing up and the wounds had become angry red lines, even the scabs had fallen away on their own. Her face would take time though, they had broken many bones while beating her. With IV fluids we got her rehydrated and soft foods helped the Cure to continue the healing, but it would still take time.
"What's your name?" I asked her at one point.
"She doesn't speak, never has and no one knows her real name, just the one those men gave her." the woman who was closest to her bed said.
"Dare I ask?" I said quietly and felt a wetness on my chest and noted the tears from her.
"They called her slut.." she said softly.
"I find nothing wrong with enjoying sex and being referred to as a slut, hell most men are sluts. But I do find it rude to name someone slut. I am sure when she is ready she can let us know her name or help us pick a lovely name for a lovely young woman." I said while a few giggled and snickered.
"Now we will need to get moving, I will pick you up. Your body is still changing and transitioning, and because of the state they kept you in, your muscles may not hold up well. I will take you to the truck and settle you on a comfortable bunk. Your friends will be joining us if that is their wish and you can see them riding with you." I explained to them all. I watched her nod in understanding and looked to the rest of them.
"We will come with you." the apparent leader said as she spoke for the rest, her name is Barbara. I carefully picked up the young woman and with Maria, Torie and Sunny following and then the rest of the women with the aid of others helping to support them from a lack of true exercise, we all left the Fort.
"Lock up the Fort and post the signs." I told one of the Captains, she saluted and got everyone to work. Around the Fort active mines had been placed with signs stating that a mine field was active, warning lights flashed on the tops of the signs so even at night people could avoid the area.
"Alright people, we have wounded survivors in need of real care and it will take time for many of them to recover. We are low on supplies as well, we are heading back. We will not be stopping at the Forts on the return trip, this has gone from a trade exploration to a Survivor bug out. Lets get home and help our new family members get settled so they can heal and recover under proper supervision." I called out to everyone. They all took it in stride and after seeing what they had, many were actually wanting to return home rather then continue. They needed some down time.
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"She's hurt pretty bad, even the Cure is having to take time in the healing. Admittedly what would have taken months to heal, will be just a matter of weeks, but still.." Torie explained to everyone around the table. Jackson, Gretchen, Sam, Maria, Charlie, Tami and I nodded slowly as we listened.
"The others will need to heal as well, but mainly trying to get past the pain on a more emotional level. While only a couple had been there a couple of weeks, a few were there for years of abuse and sadism on a level I can not imagine." she added slowly and sat down.
"Okay, lets get the Medical Staff going on doing what we can. Charlie, you and Tami look through the list with the Stock Manager and see if we have anything those Forts can use but do not leave us short to the point that it hurts us." I explained and both girls ran off while Torie went to speak with the Medical Staff.
"Sam and General, I need you both to start thinking about that Fort on Stateline. I want that under our control as not only a Stronghold, but as an Outpost as well so we have an extra set of eyes and ears out in the West. I don't want any..." I was explaining and heard a scream of pain. I would know that voice anywhere and I moved at a speed I did not know I had.
Charlie lay on the ground with Tami kneeling beside her and holding her arm, an arrow was sticking out from it.. A crowd was watching and glaring at several men holding bows.
"They bleed like anyone else, they are monsters and shouldn't be in charge or in the Fort." one of them yelled. My Vision was suddenly focused on the group and my last memory was standing up to face them.
I blinked my eyes several times while looking around, everyone was looking at me with several emotions flitting across their features, what was going on. Looking around I realized I was standing over Charlie and Tami, both were looking at me with wide eyes.
"What's going on?" I asked and a look of relief seem to come over them.
"You went on a killing spree, all those men who attacks us are dead. After the last one fell you stood over us and wouldn't let anyone come near us. You just kept growling at anyone who even made a move towards us." Tami explained. Looking over at the bodies I winced a bit, they looked like a bunch of foolish men who had tried to take on a Nation of Ninja's.
"They fired arrows at you and used swords and knives, one was even carrying a gun. He shot you four times and even hit two others when he missed you. I never saw anyone, even with the Cure move as fast as you did." Jackson said slowly.
"Get the Medical Team in here. And lets get these bodies dealt with as soon as possible." Jackson added while people moved and kept their distance.
"I don't remember anything after standing up to face them. Next thing I know was seeing myself standing over the girls." I said.
"Sunny was the only one you didn't see as a threat, while Torie and Maria could approach you, if they so much as looked at Charlie or Tami you would growl at them. Sunny was able to touch them and gave them water and bandages." Jackson said slowly.
Tami's Point of View more then an hour earlier -
"They bleed like anyone else, they are monsters and shouldn't be in charge or in the Fort." one of them yelled.
I kept one hand covering Charlie's wound in her side and the other covering the one on my own arm. Looking over Dad's eyes changed so much. This was something beyond anything anyone had ever done before with the Cure. He stood up facing the more then twenty men holding weapons. With a loud roar he was a blur of motion using his sword to cut them down, and not just slice them open, the sword was cutting them in half. Limbs flew in one direction, Torso in another. Blood flew through the air while he cut through them none stop.
A gun shot rang out and a guy stood shivering in fear trying to kill the unstoppable machine bent on their destruction. I saw the red blossom as he fired again and again. Dad didn't even react to the wounds, he ran at the man swerving randomly as the final shots missed him. Then his sword sliced up between the mans legs and exited out of his head.
The guy looked a bit shocked, stunned maybe until both halves fell outwards side to side. In an instant he was standing over us and holding his sword while keeping a defensive stance. Others ran towards us only to be stopped when he growled at them in low tones. While Torie and Maria tried to get to us he would not allow it, but they could approach him and wrapped a heavy bandage around his mid section where he was shot.
The one called Sunny walked up to him boldly and he sniffed at her a moment. Then she moved towards Charlie and I and while he watched, he made no move to stop her from helping Charlie and I. She got us water and more bandages. We just watched him, the glow in his eyes slowly receding until he was finally back with us and we could finally get real help.
Dakota's View current time line -
I sat watching the security tape, it really was me running around killing those men. I did not know what to make of any of it. Until I could figure out what this was and why it happened, there really was only one option for me at this point.
"General Jackson, I am placing you as Base Commander and hereby placing myself under House arrest until we can be sure that I am in control and we can figure out why this happened and if it's a possible side affect that we have not seen before." I said while turning to face the General. Out of everyone he was the only one who did not look shocked or surprised. Everyone stood in stunned silence while looking between me and the General.
"Bull Shit.." he barked out at me. Now I was the one to look shocked or surprised while everyone else had their jaws hanging to the ground.
"I was there, I know exactly what happened and you never lost control. You may have blacked out, but a part of you always remained in control. You could have killed anyone who came close but you didn't, you killed the men who dared to hurt your family. Sure it scared some of us, hell I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared that we were all going to advance into a strange zombie state but one capable of using weapons when I saw you like that out there. But the moment the perceived threat was eliminated, you warned everyone off and came back to us." Jackson stated evenly.
"All I saw out there was a man protecting his family in every sense of the word." he added. I smiled at the man and suddenly he grabbed and hugged me.
"I am proud of you Major." he said quietly.
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"As you can see, what we have in our blood, replicates something that Sunny created naturally. When she got bit, something in her own blood went nuts and turned the Zombie virus into something else. A side by side comparison shows that we somehow replicated what she does naturally." Torie explained.
"But how is that possible?" I asked while Sunny sat at my side looking around.
"I really don't know, namely because whatever her body was before the bite, well there is no base blood from her to compare it too. I can offer an idea, but it would only be a best guess scenario." Torie admitted.
"Please give us your best guess." I told her and she nodded.
"I believe she had a very rare blood type or disease, nothing bad mind you. But something in her blood made her create a hyper active immune system. Remember the Zombie disease is not an active predator, it lies in wait to ambush other cells. But with Sunny her immune system may have seen everything as a threat." she said and then shrugged a bit. Torie was correct with out a sample of her blood before the bite, there was no way to know for certain.
"Now as for what happened to you earlier, that could have happened to any one of us. Well those with the Cure in their system or even within Sunny." Torie added.
"Explain that?" I asked her.
"Think about it, every time you have given the cure to someone, you aren't exactly by their side, but you are watching over them. Asking about them, keeping tabs on them. Even now you are subconsciously scanning them when you are outside, when you pass by someplace where a lot of them are gathered. When you do not see them right away you ask about them, you know every single one by face and name. We all do, we all watch over each other with out even realizing we are doing it. The Cure adds a heighten protective instinct that demands we watch over each other." Torie said which had everyone reviewing their own actions.
"I'll be damned, she's right. When I think about it, I can name every single one of the changed with out even trying and I always go looking for anyone who is not where they should be or normally are with out even thinking about it." Jackson said quietly.
"Now add that drive with your natural desire to protect someone you care about." Torie said slowly.
"Imagine how you would feel if someone was aiming a weapon at someone you actually love." Torie whispered.
"My Blood's heat shot right up, I mean I barely even had that picture flash in my head and I am ready to kill in an instant." Sam admitted. Torie nodded and was fighting to stay in control, I even found myself working for control. I pulled Torie to me even as Sunny grabbed my arm, I could feel her shaking and her eyes were glowing with her naturally blue eyes, but a purple coloring was bleeding into the blue until only the Purple color was evident. We also found out her blood has a purple hue coloring that would get more pronounced during distress.
"Okay everyone, we are fine, lets all take a deep breath here." I reminded them while hugging Torie and Sunny while Maria hugged Sunny from the other side to help her calm down.
"Why didn't Tami react when Charlie was down?" I asked curiously.
"The shock of the moment, injury to herself at the same time, it's hard to say for sure. You were outside so fast, she may have felt safe and protected at that point so her instincts didn't kick in." Torie said as a guess.
"We'll keep an eye on this new development." I replied while looking at everyone, "For now lets just go back to work, oh and I want all the changed to keep an ear out, if they hear anything that even sounds like what happened, I want to know about it and word for word what was said and when and to whom." I added. They all nodded in agreement.
After everyone ran off to start getting their groups moving, I stood watching the scene below. Everyone going about working on everything, even the trucks were getting serviced, cleaned up and reloaded. Taking a seat I watched as the sun began the slow descent behind the Mountains. Down below purple eyes brightened slowly to compensate the dark. Sunny was, as usual, staying by my side or getting more water when the glass was near empty.
At night we would take turns staying with the abused woman who had been whipped. The wounds were taking time to heal. And running when we would notice the need to move around. The next day, the injured woman was led out and jogged slowly to start getting her worked into a routine.
"She is healing much faster now, with the exercise helping the cure in her system, the cure is now able to replicate faster and now more is available to heal her." Torie explained and I nodded. To me it sounded like we were all making this up as we went, but as long as it worked, why not?
The last two weeks have the injured woman, Carrie, on her feet and helping where she can and running. The other Trader groups returned one at a time with their lists, and would swap things back and forth with us then head out again to complete the trades. Fort Wilderness is up and running, planted a late crop, they'll be short one harvest but it should not hurt them as the fields were more then what their small numbers would ever need.
The other two Forts heading to Stateline would get their trades along with a few more that we could start doing as well. We raided a Warehouse where several of the Big Stores would keep things to save room inside the distribution stores. Much of it was useless as there was no internet. The Flat Screen TV's, DVD players would go a long way in trade with those places who had power in one fashion or another. Not to mention about every movie you could think of inside other boxes.
All of the trade vehicles made one run out to Stateline to drop off supplies and machines to rebuild the Stronghold with walls of Cement and Steal Gates. The Interior holding a complete system designed for wind and solar power and the Buildings were torn down one by one and rebuilt. The Once captive women, watched as the building they had been forced in to was torn down with silent tears in their eyes. While they did help to rebuild the place, they would never stay, instead they returned to Reno.
The walls were built much like Reno's and each tower had weapons capable of devastating fire power. While we could make our own shells for the rifles and hand guns. Once the rockets were used up, it would be the end of them.
The Walls had been extended enough that a small five acre area was set up for growing a mixture of vegetables. Outside a large Coral and Stables was set up for Horses and Cattle, long as the Zombie's don't get curious about the human scent on the stables, they should leave the animals alone. Besides two of the watch towers have an overlapping view of the corals and stables to insure that Bandits and fools did not try and help themselves.
"Seriously?" Jackson asked me and I nodded.
"Many of your Officers from Redmond have not gotten the Cure, opting instead to remain unchanged and use the cure as a last resort. Why not put one of them in charge of the Stateline Fort, it would insure that they adhere to the rules that most Military follow and keep them from trying to shut their doors to the Changed. I explained to him while he listened.
"I don't care if the unchanged are scared of us, but I won't allow their paranoia to create rifts within the Forts we have, they can either get with the program or get the hell out. I am done trying to play politician." I added and he chuckled lightly.
"Agreed, with a couple squads at hand, they should be able to keep the nonsense to a minimum." Jackson said while thinking about who could be trusted to do this. In the end they assigned four Officers and two squads who would be the Forts security and when given a choice another 37 men and women also moved to the rebuilt Fort.
The Trade vehicles began running once more and with trailers full of things considered valuable trade, they were gaining the trust from outlying Forts and Strongholds. Letters carried back and forth, people reunited with relatives feared to be dead. A few times Husbands and Wives thought lost, had remarried having given up long ago in finding their spouses.
The Biggest surprise was when Maria announced she was pregnant, most of us feared that the Cure might have made us sterile. And for those who wanted the 'Cure' it was stated that it was a possibility. Another reason so many opted not to get the Cure, with Maria coming up pregnant, now we had an influx of people wanting to become Changed.
We adopted a new rule, no one new could be given the Cure until after being with us for six months. If they still wanted it and had shown a desire to help the community. They would become one of the Changed. Many believed the rule to be fair, besides for most they would opt out of being changed once they realized they no longer needed to fear Zombies once inside the walls.
Because of one phobia or another, we ended up putting together two unchanged trade groups. They still carried six of the changed so they could stand watch over the sleepers at night. The unchanged were quite grateful for that but still hated that only six could join them. Nearly a year gone by and my Daughter, born of dark hair, brown skin tone and lovely Purple eyes was born to our family and we named her Raven. It had been Maria's Mother's name. Trade routes expanded and with a bit of work, we were able to adapt electric powered Motorcycles into short ranged deliveries. Safe Houses set up to pick up and drop off mail and small parcels along with People who maintained the Houses and could provide a hot meal and a safe place to sleep before continuing their Journeys.
"Now, over here in Montana, we can set up...." I said and paused. I had been listening to one of the many trucks pulling up to the main gate and then they hit a signal that said the truck was in distress. Jackson and I look at each other and nodded. He went out the door while I jumped off the terrace from two floors up. Security was also ready and waiting, one of the new recruits had opened the gate anyways even though the signal was wrong. While looking at the recruit in question I could see they were giving off strange hand signals. I grabbed an arrow from one of the guards and threw it at the recruit. It went through his head and stuck in the wall behind him.
"What the?" Jackson said and looked at me.
"He's signaling the people in the truck, be ready." I warned him.
"That was not very neighborly of you. I guess we'll have to even this up before you can be given the choice of surrendering the Hold or fighting to the death." a voice called out. One of the young men from the trader group was suddenly shoved out the side door and shot down before everyone's eyes.
"You have five minutes to decide which you will want. Surrender or battle." the voice called out.
"What'll it be?" Jackson asked me while all of the Changed relayed what was said to their unchanged counter parts.
"On something like this, I tend to rely on an old Marine saying, Kill them all and let God sort it out." I said in reply and many were grinning with evil intent on those who would attack their people and kill them in cold blood. With a nod to several standing on the ramparts, they landed silently on top of the two trucks. Moving forwards they knelt by the hatches and began removing the well greased hinges.
"What's it to be?" the voice called out at the five minute mark.
"I do not surrender to a coward sitting behind bullet proof glass. You want this stronghold then show me what you got to take it with.." I demanded while moving to stand before both trucks.
"And what if I just shot you down like a mangy dog?" the voice asked.
"Then it would be up to my second as to what they will do, just know that if you take the cowards way out in this, they will never follow you." I replied evenly.
"And why is that?" they asked and sounded almost bored.
"They only follow someone who has earned it, who has worked side by side with them. Who had bled with them and who has known joy with them. Firing a gun, killing a hostage.. that does not get respect." I answered while pulling off my shirt and handing it to Torie. Then with a grin I added, "I will even help you and your people to evacuate the trucks." then nodded at the people on the trucks. They dropped smoke grenades and stun grenades down through the hatches and sat on top of the hatches after they were shut once again.
After several whomp sounds from inside, doors opened and men and women stumbled and fell out of the trucks. The drivers door and passenger door opened as well to have the rest of the vile group landing like heaps of coughing and tear streaked faces from the irritation caused by the small bombs.
"Drop your weapons or be killed, I will not repeat myself." I called out. One man raised his rifle and was shot down before he could even take aim. Several more men and two women were also put down for their foolishness.
Looking over at the would be leader, he pulled a long sword from a sheath. I held up my hands to stop anyone from taking him down and then looked at him, "Show me what you got.." I said to him and he rushed forward.
I spent the better part of five minutes remaining just out of the reach of the sword. He was getting tired and sloppy so I kicked the sword from his hand and it flew upwards. Then I slapped his face to get his attention once more. He yelled several curses and I stepped back six inches and he followed me. Just as he had taken that step, he looked to have realized his mistake.
"You're Dead.." I said to him and his eyes widened even as the falling sword sunk deep into his head.
"How did you know the sword would be sharp enough?" Jackson asked while moving closer now.
"The sword was clean and polished. You do not take the time to clean and polish a sword with out taking care to sharpen it as well." I replied and he nodded as he considered it. Jackson got people to work clearing out the bodies and once outside they were beheaded just to be sure they would not be coming back.
I would love to say it was the last time we had such trouble, but that would be a lie. In any society you will have those who disagree or who want to take what you have. Disagreements can be talked out, can be reasoned with. But the Renegades would have to be dealt with differently. We built up several more strongholds within a days drive and added several more trucks and trade routes.
Just about everyone had heard of the Purple eyed traders who always dealt fairly with everyone and who managed to gain access to things like TV's and Radio's to solar panels and wind machines so power could be added once more to their creature comforts.
Nearly twenty years later and the City of Reno and Sparks are clear of Zombies. New Walls surround the entire area now and most of Sparks has been turned into farm lands and Cattle Ranches which have become our main trade commodity. We still have the bandits of one group or another trying to cause trouble. But for the most part they can do nothing to get past the gates and with our increasing number of Changed, it did not take long before the entire populace to become changed. We also increased the wait time for new people to become changed to one year.
Sadly, we did have one of our group run off. They led a group of bandits for almost five years before we finally caught up with him. We wiped out his entire camp and then him. It wasn't until after ten years that we noticed something rather strange. None of the Changed were aging, now my Daughter, born of Maria, and my Son, born of Torie. We could see them aging, in fact we noted many things about them.
They developed much faster, they were walking much sooner then the other children. Better balance, they could work out problems quickly as well. In school, they caught on very quickly there too and they all had a form of photo graphic memory which enabled them to pull up answers to questions at a remarkable rate.
Torie once commented on the Change being the next step in evolution. Perhaps we are, but did it really have to be a freakin Zombie apocalypse that would bring it around?
Raven, my Daughter, leads one of the Trader groups that heads out East. Storm, my Son, is training to become a Commander of one of the many Forts that we have set up. Torie has noticed that the Children have started to slow down the aging process, she figures they will stop aging in the low Twenties, like Charlie and Tami.
Looking out across the City, more lights are on as people took residence out beyond the original Walls and houses and neighborhoods could be reclaimed. They all know to come back to the main Stronghold should the alarm be sounded. We only had it sound once, a bandit group had infiltrated the outer wall. It took less then ten minutes for them to be found and dealt with by the Security.
Now a days my family and I enjoy keeping tabs on the work crews, helping out where we can. Most of the population just tells us to stop. Seems they feel we have done more to aid them when they were cast a drift by others. We still sneak in and help though. We have also heard of Traders up North, traders who have Blue eyes that can glow. Perhaps Sunny may have family among them.
Never know and time will tell....
And so ends Zombiefest. I may write a continuation, but at the moment I am writing several new books and still have stories already written and not posted as yet. Two are fanfictions with the Avenger's and superheroes. Hope you all have enjoyed what I have written so far.
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This story takes place in a small rural Tennessee town. Everyone having sex is over eighteen.
^^^Day one Mid-afternoon^^^
Grandma's eyes opened. They were a ghastly yellow color. She growled and lunged for Diana.
"What are you doing?" her daughter screamed. She fended her off as her grandmother tried to bite her.
The old woman tore her daughter's shirt. Her fingers caught on the right bra cup. The material didn't give, but the front clasp did. The shirt and bra opened.
Boobs fell out.
The old woman snarled and clawed at her.
"Ah!" Diana screamed. She slapped her mother's hands and tried to get away.
^^^Day one five minutes past midnight^^^
Dan and his son, Max, sat in the clearing smoking cigars, drinking whiskey, listening to the radio, and looking out at the night sky.
The radio announcer said, "Tonight, it will be clear. There is no rain in the forecast, and the temperature will be sixty-nine degrees. We have a waning crescent moon, which the astronomers say will allow everyone in our area to get a good view of tonight's meteor shower. The best time to see it is between midnight and dawn."
A few minutes later, the father and son saw cosmic debris enter the Earth's atmosphere. For the next three hours, meteors flashed across the night sky.
The men said little. They sipped their whiskey, smoked, and watched the unusual celestial event.
When the shooting stars became less frequent, Dan drained his glass, stubbed out his stogie, and said, "That was a nice light show."
"Yes," his son concurred. "We're lucky the fragments of space junk are small. The last time a big one hit, the dinosaurs got wiped out."
Dan chuckled and asked, "I wonder if that's how humans will become extinct?"
^^^Day one. Early afternoon^^^
"I wanna know what love is. I want you to show me!
I wanna feel what love is. I know you can show me!"
A middle-aged woman belted the lyrics, singing along with the car radio. She and her daughter were driving to visit Grandma.
The old woman was born and raised in a small town in one of the secluded valleys in the Appalachian mountains, and she refused to leave. Her daughter, the singer, and middle-aged mom, could not abide the place and left after graduating high school for the attractions big cities hold.
Traffic was light. Few people lived in this rural county. Jobs were scarce. As far as the daughter was concerned, culture and fun were nonexistent here.
"Mom! Enough! You're not in tune," Marla complained. She laughed and added, "You can't make up for lack of talent by singing louder!"
Her mother, Diana, took her eyes off the road to give her daughter a withering stare. She couldn't pull it off because she knew she was a terrible singer. Enthusiastic, yes. Talented, no.
"You're jealous."
"Right," Marla said sarcastically.
The radio stopped playing. Marla said, "There. Are you happy? You broke the radio."
"It's the mountains. They are blocking the signal."
They left the state highway and took the only road into the valley. They drove through a small town, turned on Mulberry Street, and parked in front of Grandma's house.
They knocked on the door and were greeted with hugs and kisses, sweet tea, and homemade cookies. The older women were polite. They avoid their areas of disagreement. The purpose of this visit was for the eighteen-year-old granddaughter to spend time with Grandma.
Thump!
The startled women looked toward the sound of the noise: the front door. There was another thump. The door shook.
"I think someone's out there, Grandma," Marla said, sounding scared.
"It's strange they don't ring the doorbell," the old woman said as she stood. "Maybe it's my neighbor, Frank. When he's drunk, he gets confused and comes to my door."
The old woman opened the door and said, "Frank, you're at the wrong door. You live in the next house over."
The man mumbled gibberish. He was bent over at the waist and looking at the floor. Long greasy hair covered his face.
"Are you okay? Been drinking again?"
Frank straightened up and clumsily lounged at her while growling,
"Ahhh!" Grandma screamed. Her neighbor sunk his teeth into her arm. He bit her neck and face.
Diana and Marla were momentarily stunned. They could not move or scream.
The pair regained their senses, ran to the old woman, and pulled the man off her. He fought weakly. They were able to throw him out of the house and lock the door.
"Mom! Are you all right?" Diana asked as she knelt over the injured woman.
The old woman groaned. Blood oozed out of her wounds. She wasn't bleeding profusely. The skin was punctured; the edges of the bite marks were jagged.
"Call 911," Diana said. "I'll get the First Aid kit."
Her daughter picked up the old phone on the table beside her grandmother's upholstered chair. The landline had a dial tone. She made the call.
She was still holding the phone to her ear when her mother returned. Marlo said frantically, "They aren't answering!"
Diana knelt by her mother, opened the kit, and said, "Mom, we're getting help. Don't worry."
Di looked at her daughter as she opened a packet of large gauze. Marla shrugged her shoulders, indicating no one had answered her call.
Diana put gauze on multiple bites. She ripped the tape and said, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll drive you to the clinic downtown."
Grandma's eyes opened. They were an angry yellow color. She growled.
The other females stepped back.
Grandma closed her eyes and was silent and still.
Di maintained her distance and studied her mother. Thirty seconds passed; she didn't move or make a sound. Diana put a silly grin on her face and said, "Mom, you scared me."
She knelt beside her and used the tape to secure the bandage to her mother's wounds.
Grandma's eyes opened. They were a ghastly yellow. She growled and lunged for Diana.
"What are you doing?" Di screamed. She fended her off as her grandmother tried to bite her.
The old woman tore her daughter's shirt. Her fingers caught on a bra cup. The material didn't give, but the front clasp did. The shirt and bra opened.
Boobs fell out.
The old woman snarled and clawed at her.
"Ah!" Diana screamed. She slapped her mother's hands and tried to get away.
Marla dropped the phone and went to her mother's aid. She pulled her chomping grandmother away from her mother; Granny turned on her.
"Ah!" Marla screamed. She was face-to-face with the mad woman.
Marla wore a pleated sleeveless top that gathered on a string around her neck. Her grandmother grabbed the front of her top and pulled the young female toward her. Her teeth were biting a mile a minute.
The fabric ripped; Marla pulled away. Her top came off, exposing her nipples. Had she been a normal eighteen-year-old woman, her breasts would have been exposed, but Marla was flat-chested. She had tan nipples and no breasts.
Diana stopped the attack by hitting her mother in the head with a heavy crystal lamp. She crumpled and fell to the floor.
They stared at the old woman, hoping the attacks were over. Their breathing was labored. They were sweating and scared.
"What caused that?" Diana asked.
"If I believed in supernatural things," Marla said. "I'd say Frank and Grandma were zombies."
Diana stared in disbelief.
They heard loud footsteps on the front porch. The front door burst open when someone put a heavy shoulder on it. Twisted, bloody, and uncoordinated figures appeared at the entrance. They growled and sniffed the air.
Something interested them. Three of them fought each other to get inside the house.
Diana grabbed her daughter's hand and said, "We have to get out of here. Quick. The backdoor is this way."
Di's boobs bounced as she ran to the backdoor. She opened it, looked around, and said, "There are more of those things. They are coming from the town. Our best bet is to run into the woods."
The women ran from the creatures. They made it to the woods. As the topless women huffed and puffed, they hid and stared in amazement at the stumbling, bumbling, growling people.
The things milled around, sniffing the air.
"What the fuck!" Marla said. "This is something out of a bad horror film."
"Yes, and there are lots of them."
"Look how they stick their noses in the air."
"The ones on the front porch did that too," Diana said. "We were only ten feet away. I guess they don't see well, and they rely on their sense of smell."
"We're lucky we are upwind from them," Marla said.
Her mother gave her a strange look and said, "How do you know that?"
"I dated a bow hunter. I learned a few things."
"I think we should get away from the town. Make our way to the highway and hope whatever is happening here isn't happening there."
Marla nodded; they went deeper into the woods.
They walked as quietly as they could. The terrain became more wooded, and the ground inclined.
They stopped to rest and sat on a fallen tree. Diana put on a brave face and said, "We're going to be all right."
Marlo tugged on her torn shirt that was draped around her hips. There was no way it would cover her chest. She grimaced and said, "My shirt's ruined. How do you like my nipples?"
Diana guffawed and said, "My shirt and bra are torn." She slipped them off, baring her breasts to her daughter. She had dark areolas and stiff nipples.
She fiddled with the clasp and said, "This is broken." She tossed the brassiere aside and examined the ripped shirt. The buttons were gone.
"You can tie the ends under your boobs and get some coverage," Marla suggested.
"You take it."
Marla gestured toward her chest and said, "I have nothing up here. If we are going to be running through the woods, I need you to keep up. I can't have you distracted by your tits slapping you in the face."
"My breasts aren't that big and saggy!" her mother protested.
Marla laughed and said, "I'm teasing. But seriously, the shirt will do more for you than me. You're the one who is always cold."
Diana gave in. She put the shirt on and tied the ends under her breasts. She said, "I look like a streetwalker. My boobs are barely covered."
Her mother's right nipple remained uncovered. Marla reached over and tugged on the cloth; she failed to cover the rubbery teat. She placed fingers on the nipple and pushed, trying to stow it away. The springy tip popped back out.
Marla shrugged and said, "It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing."
They heard twigs snapping, turned, and saw a zombie. They screamed and ran. Marlo ran up the hill. Diana ran away from the creature and collided with another one.
She bounced off it, screamed again, and turned to follow her daughter up the hill.
The monster lunged and snapped its jaw. It missed her. The teeth clamped down on the collar of the button-up shirt.
Diana ran. She escaped by untying the shirt and leaving it behind.
The women climbed the hill. They ran and ran until they were exhausted. Luckily, the zombies couldn't keep up with them.
"Marla!" Diana hollered. "Wait. I need to rest. I'm afraid my heart is going to burst." She slumped to the ground. Sweat ran down her body. Her breasts glistened as she breathed deeply.
Her daughter sat beside her. They huffed and puffed and kept a sharp eye out for zombies. Diana said, "We can't keep this up."
"No. We can't. We need water and food. It's summer and the nights aren't too cold. Still, shelter would be nice. Maybe we will find a hunting cabin."
"I need to pee," Di said. She stepped away from her daughter and pushed her shorts and underwear down. She squatted and let it fly.
Her daughter did likewise. She didn't turn away as her mother had.
Diana looked at her daughter's shaved pussy and said, "I'd never have the nerve to put a razor on my pussy."
"You get used to it," her daughter said as she urinated. She giggled and added, "I push my inner lips inside me to be safe."
"I'm guessing we have to drip dry," Di said.
"I've got a pee rag for you," Marla said.
"A what?"
"This is something I learned while hiking."
Her torn shirt was tucked into her shorts. She pulled it out, ripped
off sections, and tied knots on the ends of the rags. She tossed one to her mother.
She used the other to dab her pussy.
"What's the knot for?" Diana asked as she wiped herself.
"There's no telling how long we will be out here. We likely will be peeing in the woods again. Wouldn't you like to know which end of the reg you peed on?"
"Oh."
Marla stood, dressed, and tucked the knotted end of her pee rag in her back pocket. Her mother did the same.
They got into the extended cab Ford. The women were in the backseat. Dan drove along a winding road. It changed from dirt to gravel to asphalt.
"Dan, do you have family in town?" Diana asked.
"My mother, my sister, and her kids."
The conversation died.
A few minutes later, Marla asked, "Were you on a hunting or fishing trip?"
"It was more of a memorial trip," Dan said. "My wife, Max's mother, died of cancer five years ago. That mountain lake was her favorite spot on Earth. We met there, I proposed to her there, and our wedding was there."
"I'm sorry for your loss," Diane said.
Dan grunted. No one spoke the rest of the trip.
^^^
Dan stopped the truck on the outskirts of town.
"It's odd. There has been no traffic," Max said.
"Yes."
He drove slowly in one of the neighborhoods that surrounded the town. They saw no one. It was quiet. They rolled into the downtown area. No one was outside the shops, cafe, or post office.
"Where is everyone?" Max asked.
"THERE!" Marla shouted.
Dan stopped the truck. Marla pointed to the right and said, "In the alley beside the barber shop. It's one of those things!"
Everyone looked and saw a slow awkward moving man entering the street. His face was contorted. His shirt was untucked and ripped. He was only wearing one shoe. He didn't appear to notice them.
"That's Doc Martin,' Dan whispered.
"What you said was true," Max said. "He looks and moves like a zombie in a movie."
They watched silently as the doctor walked away. He turned a corner and disappeared from their sight.
Dan glanced into the rearview mirror. He said, "Behind us. There are ten or twelve of them crossing the street.
Everyone looked and held their breath.
The creatures all moved oddly. Some dragged a foot. Others had an arm hanging stiffly. Their heads lolled about. Their clothing was a mess.
"Oh my God!" Diana said softly, "It affects children too."
"We should get out of here," Marla warned.
"Not yet. I need to check on my kin," Dan said.
He slowly drove to his mother's house. They didn't pass any creatures. He parked in front of the house and said, "Lock the doors. I'm going to check her house. Max, slid over. If any of those things show up, drive away."
Before anyone could speak, Dan hopped out of the car and sprinted to the house.
"I hope Grandma is okay," Max said. He slid into the driver's seat.
They watched Dan enter the house. For five long minutes, they sat nervously in the car, looking at the house, and in every direction.
Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Dan came running out. His sister was right behind him. Behind them was his mother, a bald man, and a young man. The last three were zombies. The old woman and the bald man were obese and naked.
The zombies lurched, stumbled, and reached for the humans. Baldy's limp dick and beer belly bounced like crazy. Dan's mother was in her mid-sixties. She had gray hair, big saggy boobs, a fat ass, and a roly-poly stomach. All of her jiggled and quaked as she snarled and chased her children.
Max started the truck, Dan and his sister got in, and Max drove off quickly.
Other zombies heard the truck burn rubber, and they came into the street. Max swerved around the first one. He hit the next three. The creatures bounced off the truck and lay in the street still clawing at them and masticating. One got up and followed them. His right foot pointed to the side.
Max drove until he came to a place that had no zombies. "What now?" he asked. "Back to the campsite?"
"Let's get out of here," Diana said. "Go to the main highway."
"No. My kids are at home," Dan's sister said.
Max drove to Aunt Rachel's house.
"What happened back there?" Marla asked.
"I went in and hollered for my Mom," Dan said. "The coat closet popped open, and my sister stepped out and shushed me. It was too late. The zombies heard me and came for us."
He choked up and said, "My Mom was one of the zombies. I tried talking to her. It did no good. She came after me...us, biting and trying to grab us."
Rachel guffawed. She said, "It was like a scene out of 'The Keystone Cops'. The monsters chased us slowly around the house. We went from the living room to the dining room to the kitchen and back into the living room.
"It was scary. They were grabbing at us and trying to bite us. It was also funny. The things, you're calling them zombies? They chased us. We were able to avoid them by walking fast. Is there anything funnier than an old fat naked person trying to move quickly?"
"Why were they nude?" Max asked.
"Ma and Mr. Wilson have been sleeping together for years," Rachel said. "They were probably in bed fooling around, but that doesn't explain why they became zombies."
"I bet it was the younger guy," Marla said. "He must have been infected. He came into the house and bit them."
"Just like in the movies," Rachel said.
"So it seems," Dan said.
"Thank God you came over," Rachel said. "I went to visit Mom. They tried to bite me. I've been hiding in the closet for an hour, holding tight to the doorknob. The zombies banged on the door and tried to open it. Thank goodness they aren't very strong."
"They got bored, distracted, or forgot about me and stopped trying to open the door. I was afraid to come out. I could hear them bumping into walls and stuff and grunting."
Max parked in his aunt's driveway. A couple of creatures were in the neighbor's yard across the street. They watched to see if they were coming their way. They didn't.
"My kids are safe!" Rachel shouted. She pointed to the bay window. Her children were standing there waving. She waved.
"Y'all stay here," Dan said. The big man got out and hurried to the front door. His nephew opened it. The three of them ran to the truck.
Dan said, "Rose, get in the cab with your Mom. Ray, you're in the cargo bed with me."
When everyone was in, Max pulled away. He drove around the corner. A few zombies were in the area, so he drove further and pulled into the school's parking lot.
Everyone got out. Rachel hugged her children. She and her daughter cried. Max and Dan got hugs too.
Diana and Marla stood aside.
When the family reunion was over, Dan introduced everyone and explained how he'd met Di and her daughter.
"Hey, Dad," Max said. "I think there are people in the school."
A school window opened, and someone waved a miniature US flag.
Dan bolted; Max and Ray, Rachel's eighteen-year-old son, followed him to the window where they saw the teachers.
This was the only school in the small rural town. Two teachers taught multi-grade classes because there were only twenty-two students. They ranged from six to eighteen years old.
Since it was a small town everyone knew everyone. Miss Alice, the gray-haired spinster, had taught here for forty years. Nancy Nash was fresh out of college. All the boys and most of the single men in town had a crush on the cheerful big-chested brunette.
Miss Alice said, "Thank God you are here. We are trapped in this classroom. Someone is in the hall trying to get in. I saw a man in the office attacking Principal Skinner. I'm afraid he killed him.
"Nancy and I got all the children safely in here. We've locked and barricaded the door. We called 911. No one answered."
"We'll take care of the intruder," Dan said.
Dan, Ray, and Max walked around to the front of the building. They saw two zombies, a bloody Principal Skinner, and another creature.
"We have to save those kids," Dan said.
"Yes," Max said. "In the movies, the zombies are already dead so stabbing or shooting them in the chest doesn't kill them. You have to destroy their brain."
"Alive or dead," Dan said, "a bullet or blow to the head kills everything. We can't let them get out of the building. They might attack the women."
"We can take them out in the office," Max said.
"Two doors down I see a construction site," Ray said. "We might find something lethal there."
The man jogged over. The tools box was open. Dan said, "It looks like the crew was working and were interrupted. They left everything."
"There's blood over here," Ray said. "I think we know what happened."
Dan handed Ray a pair of claw hammers. He gave his son a big heavy pry bar. He took a three-foot-long cast iron pipe.
"These things are slow," Ray said. "We'll crush their skulls before they know what's happening."
"Don't be overconfident," Dan said. "Let's be careful and smart. Skinner is old. He was weak when he was a man. You work as a team. One of you distracted him, and the other hit him in the head. Keep pounding his skull until his brain is mush.
"I'll take care of the other one. Any questions?"
There were none.
The three men jogged to the main entrance of the school. Dan went in first. The creatures were milling about the office. The teens cornered their target.
Dan had a bead on his. He swung the heavy pipe and hit the zombie in the head and shoulder. It grunted but didn't go down. It came toward Dan, chomping and reaching out. Dan unleashed a powerful blow and took the top half of the Zombie's head off. Blood and brains splattered everywhere.
Max was taunting his target. He poked it in the chest repeatedly. The creature focused on him and reached out with both hands to grab him.
This allowed Ray to get behind the zombie. He slammed a hammer into its skull. It stuck. The thing fell to its knees. Ray and Max double-teamed it. Blows rained down on its head, splitting it in two.
Both zombies were down and out.
"Good job, boys," Dan said. "Let's check the building for other zombies."
They checked the other rooms and didn't find any more creatures.
"Max, go tell Miss Alice the killer is dead and have her dismantle her blockade. Ray and I will drag these corpses out and get the women."
^^^
While the men were dealing with the zombies, the women waited anxiously in the truck.
"Ahh!" Rachel moaned. "What's happening? I can't take this tension. I'm about to pee my pants!"
"Me too," Rose said.
"Me three," said Diana."
Rachel looked around and said, "I don't see any creatures. I'm going outside to pee."
She got out of the truck. The others followed. They lined up beside the Ford, hiked their skirts, or pulled down their shorts. They pulled their underwear down to their knees, spread their feet, squatted low, and peed.
"Oh," Diana and Marla moaned.
"Yeah," Rose said. "I needed this."
Rachel was beside her daughter. She said, "Me too! I was hiding in that stupid closet for an hour." She glanced at her daughter and said, "I knew you shaved. What's that shiny thing down there?"
"A circular barbell. My pussy is pierced!"
"Did you pierce your clit?" Marla asked.
"No. I wouldn't risk damaging my clitoris. And that would hurt a ton," Rose said. She finished peeing, stood, and showed the others her vaginal jewelry.
"A curved piece of titanium goes through the peak of my hood. The bead rests on and taps my clitoris when someone fingers or fucks me." She laughed and added, "Sometimes, when I cross my legs, I get a nice zing."
The other women finished. Marla and Diana used their peerages to dry off. They offered them to the other women. Rachael and Rose dabbed and handed them back.
They stood and looked at one another.
Marla's genitals were bare. She had a thin landing strip above her vulva. Diana's pubes were trimmed. Rachael had a full bush. Everyone pulled their panties up and dressed.
"Did the piercing hurt?" Diana asked.
"Yes. There were a few seconds of intense pain. It was worth it. Sex is so much better."
"Grrr!"
Two zombies stepped out from behind them. One came from the back of the truck, and the other came from the front. They growled and lunged as they attacked.
The women screamed.
One reached for Marla's neck with both arms. She stepped back, and the zombie grabbed the collar of her borrowed V-neck tee shirt. The creature pulled; Marla struggled to get away.
Diana's mother grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled. The shirt ripped. They ran toward the school, leaving the shirt in the zombie's hand.
The other zombie pounced on Rachel. She screamed and batted its arms as it grabbed her. Rose hip-checked the thing, causing it to fall. She fell too.
The zombie turned on Rose and reached for her legs. She kicked; it was unable to grab them. Rose scooted away. The creature grabbed her panties and her skirt.
There was a tug-of-war.
The zombie's mouth got closer and closer to her flesh. Rose unzipped her skirt and abandoned it and her thong. She grabbed her mother's arms, and they ran, following Marla and Diana.
The women reached the school's entrance at the same time Ray and Dan exited the alley. First, they noticed the women were panicked. Second, they looked at Marla's flat chest and twin two-inch tan areolas and Rose's shaved cunt decorated by a silver ball.
Dan asked, "What happened?"
"We got out of the truck because we needed to pee, and they surprised us," Diana said. She pointed toward the vehicle. The zombies were coming their way.
"Into the school," Dan ordered. He opened the door.
Ray and Max moved to confront the zombies.
"Boys, get inside. Never fight a battle you don't have to. We'll lock and barricade the door."
Reluctantly, the teens obeyed. They came inside and helped Dan move the principal's desk in front of the door. They huddled together and watched the zombies bump into and scratch at the door. After a few minutes, they gave up and lumbered away.
With that crisis over, everyone turned to the half-clothed women. Rose had her hands over her pussy. Her big round ass was out there for all to see.
Marla had her hands over her nipples. She said, "That's the second time one of those things has destroyed my shirt. I guess we've learned another thing. Zombie men are as fascinated with women's bodies as the rest of you lot!"
She moved her hands, flashed her adorable nipples, and gave everyone a chagrined look.
"Ladies, you may be in luck," Ray said. "I saw a lost and found box. It had clothing." He got it and offered it to them.
Rose pulled out a glove and said, "Of course, someone lost a glove. Who loses their underwear?"
Marla grabbed a button-up sweater and tried it on. It fit the slim woman's shoulders and left her midriff bare.
Rose found a tartan skirt. She slipped it on. It fit her waist and hit her mid-thigh. She said, "I guess it'll have to do. I'll have to be careful when I sit."
She and everyone else laughed.
The outside was clear of zombies. Dan moved the truck and used it to block the front entrance. Ray opened the backdoor and let him in. They barricaded it.
They met Max in the hall. Max said, "The teachers piled stuff in front of the door. They are clearing it."
Dan nodded. They joined their crew in the office. He said, "We can't evacuate everyone in the truck. We'll hole up here for the night. We have food and water."
"And bathrooms!" Rose sang out. That brought laughter.
"Yes. Bathrooms," Dan said. "We'll block the doors and windows."
"How are you going to explain that the students and teachers can't go home?" Diana asked.
"I'll tell the teachers. The truth is too scary for the kids," Dan said. "I'll make up a story about a weather emergency."
The teachers unblocked the door. Everyone went into the classroom. Dan pulled the teachers aside and told them about the zombies. They found it hard to believe.
Dan spun a tale about tornadoes touching down nearby and told the children that they had to spend the night there.
Some kids were homesick and missed their parents. The women consoled them. Other kids saw this as an adventure and embraced it.
The men used desks and tables to fortify their position. Rachel and Diana made dinner. Marla and Rose entertained the young kids.
After dinner, Miss Alice and Ms. Nash told stories. Miss Alice told them the tale of "Romeo & Juliet" without the Iambic pentameter. Ms. Nash told them the story of "Don Quixote".
After the school kids were bedded down, Miss Alice joined the circle of adults and said, "Dan, how bad is it?"
"Bad. It seems the people in our town are being turned into zombies.
"I don't know how it started, but infected people are attacking and biting other people and turning them into monsters. Principal Skinner was a victim. He tried to bite me, and I killed him by bashing his head. We have seen dozens and dozens of townspeople who have been infected."
"We have too," Diana said. "My mother was turned into one and tried to bite me and my daughter.
"Ditto for me," Rachel said.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Something or someone pounded on the metal back door. The sound reverberated through the building.
"That's them," Dan said. "Come. Let me show you what we're up against."
Nancy and Miss Alice followed Dan and the others to the back door. The metal door had glass sidelights on both sides. The glass was reinforced by a metal mesh embedded in the glass.
"Are you ready?" Dan asked the teachers. "I'll turn on the outside light."
The women nodded; Dan flipped the switch.
Everyone saw the bent twisted bodies of the former humans. Some banged on the door. Others milled about moving with an uncoordinated gait. Their mouths opened and closed. Their clothing was dirty, disheveled, or missing.
Miss Alice pointed to one and said, "That's Mr. Thomas, the leader of the church choir. He doesn't look right."
"Oh!" Nancy gasped. She pointed at one and said, "That naked woman is my landlady, Mrs. Fitzpatrick. She's an elegant woman. Something terrible must have happened to her. She'd never be out in public nude."
The group of zombies grew larger. The teachers recognized their neighbors.
Dan turned off the light. The group returned to the classroom.
"Do you have a plan?" Miss Alice asked.
"We planned to leave town," Dan said. "We hope that this isn't happening everywhere."
^^^
CRASH!
There was the sound of breaking glass and desks falling onto the floor. It came from the empty classroom. They had put everyone in the larger classroom.
Dan, Ray, and Max picked up their weapons and ran toward the noise. The women ran to the children.
The guys entered the room and saw a zombie crawling through a broken window. The jagged glass didn't deter it. It slid over the sharp edges even though it cut him badly.
Ray and Max pummeled the invader. Most of their blows landed on the zombie's back and shoulders as it squirmed.
Dan evaluated the scene. The creature broke the window and pushed over the top row of stacked desks. He thought, "I need more desks. The barrier has to be more substantial."
The teens finally cracked the zombie's skull. It stopped moving. Others were outside ready to come in.
"Out of the way, boys," Dan said. He quickly replaced the fallen desk and put another on top of it.
CRASH!
They heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the office. Dan yelled, "Guys, throw more desks and chairs on the pile. I'll check out that noise."
Dan ran into the office. Creatures were standing in the bed of his truck. One was standing on the roof of his truck. It had broken the transom window above the door and was shimmying through it.
He swung his pipe mightily and cracked open its head.
CRASH!
Dan heard the sound of breaking glass. It came from the classroom everyone was in. He hesitated a second to observe the thing in the transom. It was half in and half out. It wasn't moving.
"Plug the fucking hole for me, you bastard!" Dan shouted.
He ran out of the office and met Ray and Max in the hall. The three of them entered the larger classroom. Women and children were screaming. Three creatures had breached their defenses and were in the room stalking the humans with their awkward gait.
They reacted instinctively. The women and children must be protected. Each man fought one. It was chaotic and difficult to land a killing blow.
The humans didn't know that zombies had entered the other two rooms. A six-year-old kid from town, who had been turned, slithered through the transom beside the one Dan had killed.
Two others went through the original broken window and wormed their way through the pile of furniture.
The women and children screamed. The men heard their shrill cries but didn't know it was because more monsters were in the room.
Gary, one of the older boys, tried to pull a zombie off of Rachel. He failed and fell. Rachel was bitten and so was he. The zombie took turns eating their flesh.
Ray dispensed with his zombie and turned to aid Max. He ran into one of the new Zombies and was bitten. He cried out. The zombie embraced him and ate his face.
The child zombie wandered through the room unimpeded. He didn't appear threatening, and the kids were focused on the fighting. The small zombie approached Sissy, the youngest student.
She said, "Hello." The little zombie reached out, took her arm, and bit her. She screamed. The miniature monster gnawed on her forearm like he was eating a chicken wing.
Another six-year-old named Benjamin saw what was happening and said, "It's not nice to bite people."
The little zombie turned on the boy and bit him on the neck. The young zombie ripped a chunk out of the boy's throat.
Ken, a ten-year-old boy, saw what had happened, came over, and said, "What's wrong with you? You can't bite people."
The pint-sized zombie bit him, took him to the floor, and calmly ate him.
Dan killed his zombie and confronted two more who had just entered the room. Dan bull-rushed the pair and knocked them backward. The thing staggered back, regained its balance, and came after him.
The female one bounced off a wall, bumped into Nancy, and knocked the eight-year-old twins, Eric and Isaac, who she was shepherding to the floor. The lady zombie promptly bit the boys.
Dan parried with the one in front of him and smashed the skull of the female zombie. But it was too late to save the boys.
Max was shocked to see Ray go down. He killed the zombie that killed Ray and smashed the head of the little zombie who had attacked the children.
While this was going on, the women did what they could. Miss Allice and Nancy led as many kids as they could into the bathrooms.
Rose, Marla, and Diana fought the zombies. Theirs was more a contain and control effort. They didn't have weapons.
Marla and Di picked up small wood chairs and used them to poke and push the creatures to keep their chomping mouths away.
Rose became separated from the others during the chaos. She ran out into the hall to get away from a persistent zombie. Unfortunately, there were three zombies in the hall. They closed in on her from all sides.
Rose fell while wrestling a zombie. Her skirt flipped up. They jumped on her. One sank its teeth into her right thigh. At the same time, another bit her arm. She screamed. She screamed louder when the third bit her vulva and ripped the hood piercing out.
"Dan, more zombies are getting in the building. We need to fall back," Miss Allice yelled to be heard above the din. "I'm taking the children to the bathrooms. It has tiled walls and a strong door with a lock."
"Good idea," Dan answered. He killed a zombie; another took its place. He engaged it and yelled, "Max, fall back to the bathrooms."
The men fought and retreated. The kids and women split up and got in the bathrooms.
Dan and Max walked backyards shoulder-to-shoulder to the lavatories. They killed zombies as they retreated. They each entered a toilet room and locked the door.
They were exhausted. Dan cried when he saw how few people were in the room. Max was concerned about the number with him. He prayed more were with his father.
For the next hour, the zombies ate the dead until they changed and became zombies. For another two hours, they milled around the school and banged on the bathroom doors, looking for humans.
The children whimpered. The adults cried.
^^^
When it was quiet on the other side of the bathroom door, Dan opened it to check. He called out to Max, "Son, I don't see any creatures. To be on the safe side, stay in the bathroom and keep the door locked. I will do the same. I'll see you tomorrow at 7:00 a.m."
"Understood," Max replied.
The plan was to rest. The younger kids huddled next to the women. The preteens and teenagers sat with their backs against the wall and tried to look brave. The kids slept poorly; none of the adults slept at all.
Miss Alice cared for Sissy. The wound on her arm looked bad. It bled. She used the sleeve of her dress to bind it. The child lay on the floor. She had fits and convulsed.
Dan asked, "How is she?"
"I don't know. The bleeding has stopped. She has a fever."
The child's eyes popped open and she sat up. Miss Alice asked, "Sissy, how do you feel?"
The little girl did not respond.
Miss Alice saw her eyes. They were an ugly, angry yellow color. Her mouth opened and closed and she moved toward the old woman.
"Dan!" Miss Alice yelled. "Something is wrong!"
Dan grabbed the little girl's shoulders from behind. The child turned her head and tried to bite him. He snatched his hand away and gasped when he saw her eyes. He gripped her tightly under her arms to control her, and so the child zombie couldn't bite him.
The commotion caught Diana's attention. She looked over and said, "Dan, be careful. She's turned. The same thing happened to my mother. One second she was fine. Then, her eyes turned yellow, and she was one of them."
Dan stood and held the six-year-old zombie in the air.
It had been quiet outside for a while.
Dan said, "Diana, open the door. She can't be in here."
Diana unlocked and opened the door. Dan stepped out, holding Sissy, and said, "The room is empty. The monsters and the bodies of our dead are gone. Lock the door. I'll be back soon."
Diana locked the door.
Five minutes later, he knocked on the door, identified himself, and Diana let him in.
"Did you...?" Miss Alice didn't complete her sentence.
He motioned for the women to come closer. He whispered to them, "I couldn't kill her. I tied her up, put her in the janitor's closet, and blocked the door."
The women nodded.
Miss Alice hugged him and said, "This is a nightmare. You are doing your best." He squeezed the bony old woman firmly.
^^^
At dawn, they exited the bathrooms and took stock of their situations. Everyone looked around and wept because many people were gone.
They had seven adults: Dan, Max, Diana, Marla, the two teachers, and Jeff. Jeff was eighteen and the lone senior at the school. He was a stocky lad.
Yesterday, there were twenty-two kids in the school. Now, there were twelve. Not counting Jeff.
The dozen students were all girls. They ranged in age from seven to sixteen.
The teachers consoled the students, Marla and Diana cooked, and Dan pulled Jeff aside.
The big man said, "Jeff, you understand the situation. We're in a fight for our lives."
"You can count on me," the teenager said. "I want to kill all those things."
"Me too," Dan said. "But our job is not to slaughter the zombies. It is to survive and protect these people." He pointed to the women and children.
"Don't let your anger distract you from the mission."
"Yes, sir."
The two of them scrounged around and found things that could be used to fight the zombies. Jeff chose a long knife and a baseball bat. They handed the other things to the women.
No one was hungry but they ate.
"We have to move," Max said.
Marla asked. "What's the most secure building in town?"
"The jail," Miss Alice said, "It has brick walls and bars on the windows. We'd only have one weak point, the front entrance to fortify."
"Guns would be nice," Marla said.
"Max and I will check it out," Dan said.
"No. You and I will go," Marla said. "We can't risk our two best fighters. Max needs to stay here and protect the children."
"Okay. Everyone into the bathroom until we return," Dan said.
^^^
Dan led the way. He and Marla steadily moved from hiding place to hiding place, avoiding the zombies. They observed the sheriff's office.
"Do you see any movement?" Dan asked.
"No. Let's go," Marla said.
She sprinted across the road, catching Dan off guard. He cursed and ran after her. By the time he caught up with her, Marla had opened the door and stepped inside.
"Wait for me!" Dan whispered.
He grabbed her shoulder, stepped in front of her, and led the way as they checked out the space. They didn't see any zombies. Marla found a gym bag and loaded it with handguns and ammo.
She loaded two shotguns, grabbed extra shells, and said, "Let's go get everyone."
They made their way back to the school. They weren't as lucky this time. A large group saw them and came after them. Marla aimed her shotgun at them.
"No. There are too many. Let's avoid a fight," Dan said. "The noise might draw others. Let's try to lose them."
They ran down the street and into an alley, momentarily losing them. Dan said, "We can hide in this building."
They were beside an old barn that had been converted into a garage. Marla looked inside and didn't see anyone. She slipped in; Dan followed.
A creature, who had been lying on the floor hidden behind a cardboard box, rose and surprised them. It grabbed Marla's arm. Its crooked claw-like fingers got entangled in her sweater.
She and Dan beat it; it didn't let go.
Marla undid the buttons, spun, and escaped. She left the creature clutching the sweater.
Dan landed a killing blow.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," Dan said.
She looked annoyed and asked sarcastically, "You couldn't have killed the beast a minute earlier? You had to wait until I was topless."
Dan studied her flat chest and tan nipples, grinned, and said, "What can I say? I'm a red-blooded American man. I like boobs! Big or little." He winked at her.
She smiled and said, "Thanks for being honest."
A pair of zombies came into the garage. Dan and Marla ducked and hid. The creatures wandered aimlessly. They didn't appear to be searching for them.
Dan signaled to Marla that they should move to a better hiding place by the wall behind some equipment. Marla went first. She moved, put the bag of guns down, and crouched behind the machine with a shotgun.
The zombies showed him their backs. Dan moved and knelt beside her.
Crack! The wood floorboards gave way.
"Ahh!" Marla screamed.
They fell into the water. The surprise caused them to let go of their shotguns. They swam to the surface.
They bobbed in the water, looked up, and waited. Minutes passed. No zombies appeared. They heard them bumping into things in the garage.
"What the fuck is this? Marla whispered.
They were in a rectangular brick-lined structure five feet by ten feet of undetermined depth. Clay pipes drained into it. There also was a channel, four feet by four feet that also fed into it.
The bricks were lined with hydraulic cement to make the chamber waterproof.
"Be glad it's only water," Dan said. "It's a cistern. They've been used since ancient times as a way to collect and store water. In the 1800's towns like ours didn't have water pipes and fire hydrants. They built a system of underground cisterns to provide water for fighting fires."
They treaded water, expecting the zombies to discover them. That didn't happen. After ten minutes, Marla complained, "I'm tired and cold and it's your fault."
"My fault? The rotten wood gave way."
"Not when I was standing on it," she groused. "When your fat ass joined me. Boom! The wood broke."
He thought about saying, 'I'm not fat', but held his tongue.
He was big. She was a slim young woman. He weighed nearly twice as much as she did. She was correct that the boards only broke when he stood on them.
Marla said. "Help me climb into the tunnel. It's dry there and I'll be out of this cold water. I'm tired of swimming."
Dan put his hand under her butt and pushed while she scrambled up the brick wall. She made it into the dry passage. Dan pulled himself out of the cistern and sat beside her. They listened to the creatures move around in the garage.
Marla grabbed his arm and huddled next to him. She was cold and shivering. After a bit, Dan shivered; Marla's teeth chattered.
"Do you want my shirt?" Dan asked.
"No." She sounded irked. Three seconds passed, and she said, "Yes."
Dan took off his shirt and gave it to the eighteen-year-old. She looked at his broad chest and muscular arms and shoulders. She said, "Now take everything else off."
He gave her a confused look.
She sounded annoyed as she said, "Your wet shirt isn't going to warm me, but your body can. Let's strip, huddle together, and share our body heat. That will warm us both."
Dan was dumbfounded by her suggestions. He didn't move. He watched her strip. The young woman was slim and fit. He was surprised at how cute her butt was. Her chest was flat; her bum was plump and round.
He was also surprised by her nonchalant manner. She undressed and didn't attempt to hide her body. He was already familiar with her chest. Her waist was tiny. She had a great ass. Her shaved pussy was highlighted by a thin strip of black pubes on her abdomen.
She didn't yell at him for not complying with her instructions. She calmly undressed him. He didn't resist even when she pulled off his underwear and exposed his penis. His hard penis.
She looked at it, grunted, "Hmm," and climbed on top of him.
He was sitting on his butt. She straddled his hip and knelt on his wet clothes. Her pussy rested against his hard cock. She placed her arms around his neck and her narrow chest against his broad chest. She put her head on his shoulder and her face in the crook of his neck.
"Her skin is so soft," Dan told himself. "This is nice. It is warm. I'm surprised she didn't complain or act insulted because I had an erection."
Dan wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.
Marla sighed.
Five minutes passed. Marla moved her so she could look into his eyes. She said, "I'm warmer. How about you?"
"Ah. Yeah. Yes. Your plan...It's working," Dan said. He was embarrassed. It showed in his voice.
Marla giggled and teased, "You're having trouble forming complete sentences." She wiggled her hips and ground her pussy against his thick prick and added, "You're lightheaded. I think most of your blood is down here."
His face turned red.
"You have a nice body," she said as she rubbed his shoulder. "It's big in all the right places. I think you could do a better job warming me up."
"What? How?"
She gave him a flirtatious smile and said, "I can't be the first naked woman to have sat on your lap. You do know how to heat up a woman, don't you?"
He stared wide-eyed at her.
"If my lack of boobs has you worried that I'm underage, I'm not. I'm eighteen and seven months." She giggled and added, "I'm not a virgin."
Marla brought her lips to his and kissed him. He was unresponsive. She persisted for a bit, gave up, and pulled back.
"Look," she explained. "We are in a horrible situation that we might not survive. I think the old rules of society no longer apply. Why not grab whatever fun we can?
"I don't see myself going to college, starting a career, meeting a great guy...Please kiss me. Put your fat cock in me. Help me forget about this nightmare for a few minutes."
Dan pulled her to him, and they kissed.
"Mmmm," she moaned.
They kissed for ten minutes.
Marla sat back, smiled, and said, "That was nice."
Her face reddened. She sat up tall, presented her chest to him, and said, "I don't have any boobs for you to squeeze. I do have sensitive nipples. Can you lick and kiss them?"
"Gladly."
Dan did as she asked. He'd never been with someone so flat. He had trouble sucking them, so he brushed them with his tongue and kissed them.
"Ohhh," she moaned.
Encouraged by her response, Dan got more aggressive. He groped her ass and nibbled on her pointy nips.
She moaned again and began moving her hips. Her lower lips were wet. She slid her slit along his shaft.
"Ohhh," she moaned as she ground her clit into his penis.
She kissed him passionately, grabbed his cock, and located it at her opening. She slowly impaled herself on his thick cock. She took it all!
They both moaned.
Marla set the pace. After three slow, get-to-know-you thrusts, she moved quicker.
A minute later, Dan cried out, "Oh! Ohhh! Sorry!". He spewed his seed in her.
She stopped moving and sighed disappointedly.
When Dan finished cumming, he opened his eyes and saw Marla frowning at him.
She said, "Dude, I expected more from you. You're a grown man, not a pimply-faced teenager, and you've been married. What the hell?"
Dan's face showed he was embarrassed. He said sheepishly, "I could say your pussy was as hot as a furnace and as tight as leggings on a fat woman. Those are true statements. The major reason is I haven't had sex in five and a half years."
Marla's eyes widened, and her head snapped back.
"I haven't been with a woman since my wife died five years ago. She was too ill for us to be intimate for months before she passed."
Marla's heart melted. She hugged him and said, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I'll give you a pass. FYI, I loved your girth. Let's go back to keeping each other warm."
"Thanks for being understanding."
Time passed. They held each other and did get warm.
"Hello," Marla said when she felt Dan's dick twitch and stretch. "I didn't expect you to recover so soon."
"Can I have a do-over?"
"Yes. Kiss me."
They started the process again. They kissed and caressed. Dan was gentle with her nipples until he wasn't. When he felt her heart beating faster and heard her moaning, he nipped at her nipples.
"Ah!" she grunted.
She didn't complain or tell him to stop, so he continued the rough treatment. He captured her stiff nipples with his teeth and applied enough pressure so he could pull them. He made them stretch, and he let go. They snapped back.
"Fuck!" she cursed when he did that.
She pulled her teats away from him, grasped his thick dick, and shoved it inside her vagina. They rutted. She was a woman with a mission. She was aroused and horny, and she wanted an orgasm.
Lucky for her, Dan had cum once. He was able to bring her to the promise land.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" she hollered as she climaxed.
Her young pussy put a stranglehold on Dan's penis. Seeing her bliss, hearing her orgasmic cry, and feeling her snug snatch squeeze his member, brought him over the edge.
"Ohhh!" he moaned and shot his load.
They gasped for air and savored the joy.
When they came back to Earth, they looked at each other fondly and shared a post-climax kiss.
"My ovaries are swimming in your sperm! You gave me two big loads."
"Ah. Do we need to worry about you getting pregnant?"
"No. I have an IUD. I'm going to pee. Do you want to watch?"
"NO." He appeared shocked at the suggestion.
"Don't blow a gasket," she said. She chuckled and climbed off him. "Guys have some weird fetishes: sucking on toes, BDSM, and anal stuff. I don't know you. I don't know your kinks."
"Sorry for overreacting. I think I'm kink-free. I like having sex, the normal stuff, with pretty women like you." He smiled and joked, "You know, now that you mention it, you do have pretty feet. Pee, and let's see if it gives me an erection."
They laughed.
He got up, gathered their clothes so they would only be wet from rainwater, and backed away.
Marla squatted, spread her knees, and peed. It started with a trickle and soon grew into a strong hissing flow. While she urinated, she worked her internal muscles and pushed out his spunk.
It was messy and smelly.
"Sorry, Darl'n. That is not a turn-on for me."
They dress in the cramped space. Dan found hand holes in the bricks. They didn't hear Zombie noises. He climbed up, declared it safe, and Marla joined him.
Dan held up a pair of dirty coveralls and said, "Marla, I don't see a shirt, but this will cover you from head to toe."
"Oil and grease stains are not my style. I'll grab something flattering on the way home."
The bag of guns was where Marla had put them. The shotguns were lost in the water. She grabbed the guns, and they headed back to the school.
They passed a clothing store along the way and ducked inside. Marla gave Dan the guns and put on the stylish top the mannequin was wearing. She hiked her skirt and removed her underwear in front of Dan.
His eyebrows shot up.
She noticed and said, "What? Do you expect me to be more modest? We've had sex. We were naked, lying chest-to-chest for half an hour, and I peed in front of you.
"Your cum is dripping out of me," she explained. "There's nothing more gross than wearing dirty underwear."
She put on fresh panties. She grabbed a bag and put in underwear and tops for herself, the other women, and the girls.
"Nothing for the guys?"
"Not this trip. You have to admit cleanliness is more important to females than males."
He nodded.
They made it back home.
Dan knocked on the backdoor using the agreed-upon cadence. Max opened it and said, "We were worried."
"For a while, I was too," Dan said. "There's more of them. How'd things go for you?"
"We kill four," Max said. "Thankfully, they came as singles. The lookout spotted them, Jeff and I converged and took them out quickly."
"How'd Jeff do?"
"He did well. He got his first kill."
They gather everyone, the kids and the adults, into the big classroom. Dan told everyone all he knew about the situation. It scared them.
"We need to move to a more secure location," Dan said. "We will go to the jail."
"How?" Miss Alice asked. "Are we walking?"
"We have my truck."
"I found the keys to the bus," Jeff said. "It's in the parking lot. I checked. It runs and has gas." He held up the keys and grinned.
"That's good news," Dan said. "Did you go out alone?"
The teen nodded.
Dan's demeanor changed. He looked angry, and his voice became stern as he said, "That was stupid. We can't afford to take risks like that. No one goes out alone. Ever! We discuss everything and develop a plan."
He pointed to the kids and said, "Girls, we will protect you. You must be with an adult. If you want water or to use the bathroom, let the adult watching you know. I do mean to scare you. This is a matter of life or death!"
The crowd was as shocked as Dan had hoped.
"Jeff and Max, bring the bus closer to the school. Everyone, prepare to leave. Anything else? Anyone?"
Marla stood and said, "Girls and ladies, meet me at the bathrooms. I have clean clothes."
Marla, the giver of clean clothes, was greeted as a hero by her clan. They all went into the bathrooms and changed.
The men brought the bus forward. The adults talked and made a simple plan. Miss Alice would drive the bus with the children. Diana and Nancy would keep them calm and shepherd them into the jail. Dan would ride with them and provide protection.
The truck would lead the way. Jeff would drive. Max and Marla were the muscle. They would clear the jail of monsters and protect the kids as they rushed into their new fortress home.
The plan sounded easy-peasy. The trip wasn't.
They had planned on avoiding the main streets, thinking the neighborhoods would be less crowded. Those roads had hordes of zombies. Jeff had to use the main streets.
They encountered zombies there too.
The truck and bus plowed into them. Luckily, they were only one or two at a time. One old woman zombie got stuck on the hood of the bus. Her body was crushed, her legs were broken, and still, she snarled and tried to bite.
They turned onto Main Street and saw a caravan of three cars stopped in the middle of the road. They blocked the road.
A half dozen zombies stood in the path of the cars. Four more were behind them. Dan guessed the occupants felt trapped. He assumed they were terrified.
"The road's blocked," Jeff said.
"Dammit! We're almost there," Marla said.
Jeff said, "I can turn around..."
"The school bus can't make that sharp a turn," Max said.
"There are only ten," Marla said. "Jeff, run over the ones behind the cars. Max and I will hop out and deal with the others so the cars can drive on."
Jeff gunned the engine and took out three. Max and Marla jumped out. Marla shot the remaining one in the head. They circled the cars and shot the others in the brain.
The people in the cars were stunned; they sat there. They looked at the gun-toting people as threats, not saviors.
Marla banged on the front car's driver's window and shouted, "Go!"
The bald fat man stomped on the accelerator. He ran over the bodies of two zombies. The other cars followed.
Jeff pulled up, Max jumped into the back, and Marla got into the cab. They were a block away from the jail.
Zombies came out of buildings and alleys and into the street. The bald fat man in the first car swerved to avoid them. He crashed into a car parked in front of the general store just past the jail.
The second car was driving fast and ran into his car. The third vehicle pulled up behind them. No one got out.
"Ignore them, Jeff," Marla said. "They're adults. They can take care of themselves. Our mission is to transport the children. Run over anything that is between us and the jail. Clear a fucking path so the bus can park in front of the jail!"
Jeff mowed more zombies down. He pulled around the corner, leaving the bus a spot out front. The three of them ran into the sheriff's office.
"Clear," Max shouted.
"Clear," Jeff yelled.
Marla said, "Jeff, stand at the door. Max, you and I will funnel the kids inside."
The bus pulled up. Max and Marla were shooting zombies. Dan yelled, "Everyone off. Into the sheriff's office."
He grabbed the first child and carried her inside. The women brought the rest. The line was slow-moving. The kids were scared. Some froze and stood there, looking at the monsters.
Max and Marla ran out of bullets and used their hammers and wrenches to bust heads. Dan joined them.
While this was happening, zombies swarmed the cars. Those in the first car were stunned by the crash. They were easy pickings. Zombies got to the occupants of the second car.
A middle-aged man jumped out of the third car, got his girlfriend out, and sprinted to the jail. He had to drag her because he had left her mother behind.
Nancy was shooing the last two kids into the office. In his panicked haste, the middle-aged man ran into her and knocked her down.
"Sorry," he said. He scooped up the last child and carried her inside.
When his girlfriend got to the door, she turned and looked for her mother. "Ahh!" she screamed when she saw a zombie take her down and feast on her.
More zombies were arriving. Max, Dan, and Marla retreated to the office, fending the creatures off.
One snuck up and pounced on Nancy as she lay on the ground. It sunk its teeth into her.
Max killed the zombie eating Nancy. Jeff grabbed her. Dan stopped him and said, "Leave her. If you're bitten, you become one of them."
Dan was the last one inside. He asked, "Are the children safe?"
"Yes," Miss Alice replied. "Nancy was our only casualty. If this guy.." She pointed at the middle-aged fellow. "Hadn't run into her and knocked her down, we all would have been transported here safely."
All eyes turned toward the man. He said, "It was an accident. You saw it. It was chaos out there. She stepped in front of me."
"That's a lie," his girlfriend said. She stepped away from him. "He ran her over in his haste to save himself."
Everyone looked at him coldly. He backed away from them and muttered, "It was an accident."
"Yes. Just like leaving my mother and our friends behind to be killed by those things. I suppose that was an accident too," the buxom blonde said.
"Throw him out of here!" Jeff yelled.
"We'll decide what to do with him later," Dan said. He gave the man a hard look and said, "Get out of my sight." He turned to the others and said, "Let's get settled in. Jeff, make sure the back door and all windows are locked.
"Max, Marla, let's secure the front."
^^^
The sheriff's office had a double door in the front that led to a small waiting room. On the left, behind a wall and a wood door was the sheriff's office. On the right was an L-shaped, four-foot-tall counter where the desk officer sat. He was the one who dealt with visitors.
Down the hall, there was a gate that led to the largest room, an open bullpen where there were desks. The sheriff's office had a door that led to that area. That wall had glass panels that allowed the officers and the sheriff to see each other.
To the right of the bullpen was a kitchen/lunchroom and two bathrooms. One bathroom had a shower.
Past the bullpen were two jail cells separated by a hall. The hall led to a small cluttered mechanical room where the HVAC, water heater, fuse box, etc., were. There also was a steel door that led outside.
The adults met in the sheriff's office after making sure their new home was safe and that the kids were comfortable in the bullpen. Or as comfortable as they could be under the circumstances.
The bleach blonde approached them and said, "Can I join you? My name is Trudie. I hope you don't lump me in with Stan. I'm a gold-digger and a floozy, but I'm not a self-centered, cold-hearted bastard like Stan. I have a conscience."
"Join us, dear," Miss Alice said.
Dan said, "This is a strong building. We are safe here. Our first issue is getting food. We left it on the bus, and the general store is nearby. When things calm down, Jeff and I...
"And me," Marla interjected.
"And Marla will make a run."
^^^
An hour later, Dan, Jeff, and Marla got the food off the bus without any problems.
The women made dinner in the police station lunchroom.
Dan sat beside Marla. He smiled and was chatty and pleasant. Marla frowned and said, "Dan, I like you. The sex was great. We'll sleep together again, I'm sure. But we are not going to go steady and be boyfriend and girlfriend.
"We are 'Friends with Benefits'." She smiled and left the table, leaving Dan confused.
Max joined his father at the table. Dan asked, "What does 'Friends with Benefits' mean?"
"In a term you would know it means you are in like Flint."
"Huh?"
"<I>In Like Flint</I>. The 1967 movie starring James Coburn as Derek Flint. All the ladies wanted to sleep with him. If you're 'In like Flint", you're getting pussy.
"Oh," Dan said.
Max chuckled and said, "It means a couple is having sex without any of the boyfriend/girlfriend expectations. You don't have to call her or buy her flowers. You can date other people."
"How is it different from 'hooking up'?
"Hooking up can be a one-time thing. You might not even know their name. Benefits is an ongoing thing. You know the person, you enjoy having sex with them, but one or both of you are not ready for a relationship. Why are you asking?"
"I heard the term...in a movie and wondered what it meant."
^^^
The evening was uneventful - no zombie attacks.
They used the bullpen area as their main room. They gathered there, and Miss Alice entertained the group by telling the story <I>Jane Eyre</I>. Afterward, the kids slept on the carpeted floor. Most of the adults did too.
Dan stayed up. He walked the building and checked the doors, windows, and the fortified front entrance.
He stopped by the lunchroom for a cup of coffee around midnight. Diana was there. As he reached for a mug, she said, "I have something better than coffee."
She held up a bottle of Jack Daniels and said, "I found it in the Sheriff's desk. I share."
"Thanks." Dan sat at her table and pushed his mug toward her.
She poured him two fingers. They clinked glasses and sipped in silence. They were the only ones awake.
Dan sighed and visibly relaxed.
Di said, "I know you feel responsible for us. It is a huge burden you're shouldering, and we appreciate it. Remember to take a break now and then, or you'll burn yourself out."
He nodded.
She said, "We are in a horrible situation that we might not survive. Let's help each other forget about this nightmare for a few minutes."
Dan gave her a jaundiced look because her words were almost a repeat of what her daughter had said to him earlier today.
Diana frowned and said, "I'll put my cards on the table. I know you and my daughter had sex. I know she enjoyed it and she'll be glad to sleep with you again. You both know there's no possibility you will have a meaningful relationship with her.
"I want to have sex with you.
"I'm not saying I'm a better choice because we are closer in age. I'm saying we can help each other. This is a stressful situation, and you and I need a break. What is more relaxing than an orgasm?"
While Dan processed her words, she unbuttoned her shirt and showed him the goods. She had nice breasts.
She gave him a sexy smile and said, "Lock the door. We can do it on the couch."
Dan got up and locked the door. When he turned around, he saw Diana standing. She danced and did a striptease for him. He was fully hard by the time her bra came off.
He stared at her bi-colored breasts. They were half alabaster white and half golden tan. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown.
She smiled and rhythmically moved her hips as her skirt slid off. She peeled off her panties and showed him her trimmed curls. Her pubes were as black as the hair on her head.
Dan stood there admiring her body. For a woman in her forties, she looked great. She had a rounded womanly body with tan lines. The slight sag in her boobs only emphasized their softness and their size.
Boldness and determination must run in the family. Diana came to Dan and undressed him. She was kneeling in front of him when she pulled his underwear off.
As he stepped out of them, his erection bobbed inches from her face. She grabbed it, squeezed it, and wrapped her lips around it.
"Ohhh!" he moaned.
She was a skilled cocksucker. She gave him excellent head.
"Oh! This is great. Stop or I'll cum," he warned.
She didn't stop. She doubled down.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Ohhhhh!" he cried out as he shot his load into her mouth. She calmly sucked and swallowed until he was finished.
"That was wonderful. Thank you," he said. He plopped down on the couch, sighed, and said, "I'll need a minute."
She sat beside him and said, "I'm not going anywhere. A little birdie told me that you have excellent stamina the second time around."
He laughed and said, "It sounds like you have a scouting report on me."
She laughed and said, "I do. Kiss me."
They necked like teenagers. He groped her; she groped him. They moaned and sighed often. His orgasm took the edge off, and he was willing to make out with her for twenty minutes.
He dropped his head to her breasts and showed them a lot of love.
"Oh! That's nice," she murmured. "No biting or rough play for me. I like it gentle, just like you're doing it."
"Damn," Dan thought. "She has a complete scouting report on me. Her daughter told her everything."
He sucked on her nipples as he caressed and squeezed her full boobies.
He felt her hands pressing down on his shoulders. He got the message, slid off the couch, and knelt between her thighs. He lapped her trimmed pussy.
"Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned.
He ate her like there was no tomorrow.
He was glad he hadn't performed oral sex on Marla. If he had, he'd have been distracted, comparing how they tasted and if their labia were similar. He was able to concentrate on Diana and enjoy her vagina.
He was sucking her clit and rubbing her G-spot when she froze, screamed and orgasmed. He felt her pussy pulsate and grab his finger. He paused and let her enjoy the moment.
She surprised him by demanding, "Put your cock in me! Now!"
She reclined on the couch. Dan got on top of her and slid his thick dick inside her. She bucked hard. He rode her vigorously.
"That's it. Slam your big cock in me! This I like rough."
Dan pounded her. His thrusts went in deep and hard. She moaned; he sweated and thought, "Hot pussies must run in the family. She is warm and juicy. Not as tight as Marla, but I'm not complaining."
Diana made an odd sound. It started as a low growl. It grew louder. Her hips met his stroke for stroke.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Her body spasmed as she came a second time.
"Ohhh!" Dan groaned as his dick exploded inside her. He filled her with cum.
They lay together. Exhausted. Their minds were in another world. One of pleasure.
She nudged him and whispered, "Too much."
He smiled thinking she meant that he'd brought her too much pleasure or his dick was too big.
"Too much," she repeated. "You're too heavy and too hot," she gasped. "Get off me.'
"Oh." Dan climbed off her and sat on the floor. He idly played with a breast as she enjoyed her bliss.
She came around, smiled, and said, "That was great. Sorry for shouting at you. It's been a long while since I've been with a man. I knew with a little effort, you could coax two orgasms out of me."
She smiled and said, "I owe you. Next time, you can pick how we do it. I like all the standard positions. No anal."
"So there will be a next time?" Dan teased.
"Damn straight!"
^^^
The next morning, Dan and Diana were in good moods. Marla had breakfast with her mother. They giggled like schoolgirls as Di told her about her tryst.
Later, Marla rubbed against Dan and said, "Good job, stud."
After a security check confirmed all potential entrance sites were secure, the group met in the office, except for Stan. He was still persona non grata.
"The building is secure," Dan said. "We have sufficient food. I think we can afford to make a run to the highway to see if this zombie outbreak is happening elsewhere.
"I'll take my truck out this morning."
"I'll join you," Marla said.
"Thank you for volunteering," he said sarcastically.
The meeting broke up. Marla said, "There's something I need to do before I go. Okay?"
Dan nodded; she went off.
Dan loaded guns, got spare ammo, and headed to the bathroom to relieve himself. He opened the door, and there was Marla. Her eyes caught his in the mirror. She mouthed, 'Get out'.
If you walked in on someone in the bathroom, you wouldn't be surprised to be told that. What surprised Dan was that Marla was naked and not alone. Jeff was in there. He was naked, and his eyes were screwed shut.
Marla was bent over the sink, and the eighteen-year-old was slamming his salami into her doggie style. The teen grunted and froze balls deep into the other eighteen-year-old. His glutes flexed. Dan knew he was spewing his seed into the young brunette.
Dan backed out slowly and quietly. He sat by the front door.
Marla joined him ten minutes later. Her face was flush. They grabbed the guns, safely got into the truck, and drove off.
"About what you saw..." she said.
"Your business is your business, he said brusquely.
"I want you to know. He's a good guy. We have been talking about how we could die any minute without experiencing the things we've dreamed about doing. We talked about our plans, the places we wanted to visit, and the things we wanted to do. He wanted to become a mechanical engineer.
"I can't make all his dreams come true, but I can help him with one. I let him fuck me so he doesn't die a virgin."
She stopped talking; Dan was silent for many minutes. Then he said, "You're a good, kind person, Marla."
She smiled. They were silent again. It was no longer awkward.
Theirs was the only vehicle on the road. They saw zombies but no people.
They made it to the highway and headed to the big city.
"Dammit! Where are the cars and people?" Marla asked.
Dan pulled into the rest stop. It had bathrooms, gas, food, and snacks. The pit stop was accessible by cars going in either direction.
Marla said, "I see cars and trucks, but no people."
They grabbed shotguns, stuffed a gun in their pants, and went inside. There were zombies. They were congregated in the food court. They were eating an elderly man and woman.
Two turned and took a step toward Dan and Marla. Their shotguns sounded like cannons. They blew the head off the monsters.
"Hey! Help!"
Dan and Marla saw a young man and woman jumping and waving. They were on the second floor.
"Stay there," Dan shouted. "We'll come to you."
They put down another five creatures as they made the way to the couple.
The young woman gushed, "We're so glad to see you. We came in here and we were attacked. Jim and I got away, but they got Jim's parents." She pointed toward the food court.
"We encountered these creatures in the city," Jim said. "My family has a cabin in the mountains. We were trying to escape, but the things are out here too."
"Where are you from?" Marla asked.
"We live in Nashville," Julie said.
"The monsters are everywhere," Jim said. "All over the world."
"Dammit," Dan said. "We'd hoped... never mind. A group of us is in a small town thirty minutes from here. You're welcome to join us."
"Thank you!" Julie hugged the big man as tears streaked her cheeks.
On the drive back to town, they exchanged names, and Jim and Julie told their story. They retold it to the group when they entered the jail after everyone was introduced.
Miss Alice insisted on giving them something to eat and drink.
Jim said, "We are newlyweds who live in Nashville. We do business consulting and work out of our house. Julie is pregnant. We were living a normal life.
"The day after the meteor shower, weird things began to happen. There were stories on the news about attacks on people. They weren't regular robberies or shootings.
"Later, we learned people were eating people, and it was a growing epidemic that was happening all over the whole world. The Governor activated the National Guard. It didn't help. The police, firefighters, soldiers, doctors...the infection seems to be everywhere and affecting everyone.
"My folks live nearby. They came and got us. We hoped we'd be safe in the country. We stopped for gas and to use the bathroom. Things seemed okay, but..."
Jim choked up. Julie consoled him and finished the story.
"The creatures killed Jim's parents. We hid in a janitor's closet. We came out when we heard gunfire, and you rescued us. Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Dan pulled Max, Marla, and Miss Alice aside. Marla said, "We're fucked!"
Miss Alice frowned at her usage of foul language and said, "At least we know where we stand. No one is coming to save us. We are on our own. We have a duty and responsibility to protect the children."
"Yes," Dan concurred.
"The zombies are dead," Max said. "Dead bodies decay. Won't their flesh rot and disappear, and this nightmare will end?"
"We can only hope," Miss Alice said.
"It never does in the movies," Marla said.
^^^
Later that morning, Dan saw Jeff making goo-goo eyes at Marla. She smirked, nodded, and went into the bathroom. He followed her.
Ten minutes later, he came out smiling. She stepped out a few minutes later. Her face was flush. She went to Dan and asked, "Should we make a food run?"
"Do you have time?" he asked grumpily.
"Time?" she said, bewildered. She studied his face. He tried unsuccessfully to hide his emotions.
"You're jealous," she said. "Yes. Jeff and I had sex in the bathroom. Do you want some? We're fuck buddies. You can bend me over the sink, or I can bounce up and down on your cock while you sit on the toilet.
"What I do and who I do is my business," she said angrily. "I think rewarding the men who risk their lives to defend us is only fair, and it distracts me from this nightmare.
"If you're mad or jealous, or you think I'm too promiscuous because I have sex with you, Jeff, and Max, take me off your dance card."
"Max?"
"I'll give any man who will protect these children some R & R."
She huffed and walked away.
^^^
After lunch, Diane sought out Dan and said, "I hear you and my daughter had a little tiff."
Dan's eyebrows shot up.
Di chuckled and said, "We talk about everything." She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom. She locked the door, knelt, and got his cock out. She chuckled and teased, "Hard already?"
She sucked his member until he almost came. She stopped abruptly and said, "Time for you to eat my pussy."
They undressed. She turned away, leaned on the sink, and spread her legs. Dan got under her and ate her snatch. His nose pressed against her anus as his tongue brushed her clit and dug out her sweet nectar.
He brought her to the edge, stood, and thrust his cock into her.
"Ohhh!" they moaned.
There were no preliminary strokes. He pounded her.
They came quickly and enjoyed the endorphins that flooded their bodies.
She moved to the toilet and peed. Dan watched while resting against the sink.
She laughed and said, "Angry sex is good sex! You are pissed at my daughter, and I'm the beneficiary."
She wiped and flushed. She kissed him and said, "My daughter likes you. She's prideful. She won't admit that she needs your respect. Make up with her and fuck her brains out, or this is the last time you'll get a sniff of my pussy."
She dressed and left.
Dan dressed, considered her words, and wondered, "How have I gotten into this crazy sex triangle? A mom is ordering me to have sex with her daughter!"
^^^
The teachers gathered the kids in the bullpen and gave them math problems to solve and essays to write. They found pens, pencils, and paper, and had them draw happy things, like dogs, cats, and flowers.
Dan wasn't monitoring Marla, but he noticed that twice when she ducted into the bathroom, she was joined by a visitor. First, it was Max. The second time it was Jeff.
He saw Jeff and Marla hang out after their tryst. They laughed and talked. It was obvious they liked each other.
He sighed and thought, "I can't blame the guys. Marla is young and pretty, and pussy is pussy. A young man will get it anywhere he can."
A short while later, he went to Marla when she was alone and asked, "Can we talk?"
She nodded.
He said, "I am being unfair to you. I am jealous. I've never shared a partner before." He blushed, laughed at himself, and said, "How hypocritical of me! I'm not being exclusive, yet I'm upset that you aren't.
"I understand why you're doing what you're doing. Your reasoning is sound. It shows you are a kind, caring person. The world needs more people like you. I'm honored to be your friend with or without benefits."
Tears spilled out of her eyes as Marla hugged him tightly for a long time. When she pulled away, her hand grasped his. She led him to the bathroom.
He locked the door while she undressed.
"You are beautiful!" he said. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. In between kisses, Dan complimented her and said positive things about her body.
She undressed him and slid to her knees. She wrapped her lips around his manhood and gave him a toothy BJ.
"Ow," he moaned. He thought, "She's not as good as her mother. She is not good at this at all."
He pulled out, thanked her, and kissed her.
He sat on the closed toilet and had her sit on his thighs facing him so he could lick and kiss her tan nipples. He got her warmed up. She moaned when he played rough, biting and stretching her nipples.
"Bastard," she said breathlessly.
"You love it."
"I do!"
Next, he ate her pussy. Her vulva was soft and fleshy. It was different from her mother's. He licked, kissed, and chewed on her inner labia. He sucked her bean and flicked it with his tongue and made her cum.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned as her body spasmed and a great climax wracked her body.
Dan was going to let her enjoy it. Then, he remembered how her mother enjoyed being fucked while orgasming. He bent her over the sink and shoved his cock into her pulsating pussy.
"Ohhh! Oh, God!" she hollered.
He pounded his dick into her. He drove her to a second orgasm and took his release.
She collapsed like a rag-doll. Her head lolled on her chest. He had to hold her to keep her from falling. They stayed like this for a while.
His dick softened and slipped out of her. The spongy head dragged across her thigh followed by oozing cum.
"Mmmm," she moaned. She turned slowly, faced him, smiled, and kissed him.
"No one has made me cum that hard." She giggled and said, "I was light-headed and weak in the knees. I'd be on the floor if you hadn't held me."
"It was great for me too," Dan said, and he kissed her. He looked her into her eyes and said, "I love you...in a friends-with-benefits way."
"Oh!" she said excitedly. "No one has told me they love me before! Not counting relatives. I love you!"
They hugged and kissed.
She was beaming as she cleaned up and dressed. He smiled. It was cute to see how happy and giddy she was. She blew him a kiss as she exited.
Dan washed and dressed. He was whistling when he left the bathroom.
^^^
After dinner, Diana sat beside Dan, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Thank you for making my daughter so happy."
"It was my pleasure. You raised a good person."
"She told me you said 'I love you'. Those are special words to a woman."
"I do love her. Not in a 'let's get married and spend the rest of our lives together' way, but I care for her."
"I understand. We can love lots of people in different ways. I'm glad you two made up. I'd hate for us not to be friends." She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'd miss your cock. You have good girth!"
Dan blushed.
Diana was still close to him. She rubbed a boob against his arm and said, "Any chance I can get you to stretch my vagina? Now?"
He saw the twinkle in her eyes and said, "I haven't had this much sex since my honeymoon. I'd be delighted."
The kids were sleeping as Dan and Diana walked arm and arm to the bathroom. Marla and Max were sitting in a corner of the bullpen, chatting. They looked up, smiled, and gave them a thumbs-up sign.
Dan locked the door. Di pounced on him, pushed him against the door, and French kissed him. She was an attractive woman who brought an attitude, a hunger, to their rendezvous.
Dan liked her passion. He liked her looks. He liked everything about her. They made out, pausing only to undress each other.
Dan reveled and relished her breasts. They were big, full, soft, sexy, and fun. He could have spent all night admiring and sucking her tits.
She sighed, giggled, and said, "So you're a breast man."
He spun her around, bent her over the sink, and ate her ass. He groped and squeezed her butt cheeks. He licked her anus and made her moan.
"I appreciate women. You have great breasts and a great ass. I'd like to spend the day in bed with you, enjoying them both."
"Mmmm. That sounds nice."
Dan stood and quickly shoved his fat cock into her pussy.
"Oh! That was a surprise."
He stroked in and out of her and said, "You strike me as a woman with a healthy sexual appetite. I don't see a reason to beat around your bush. You like a girthy cock. Here it is!"
He pummelled her with his thick stick.
She moaned and loved it.
She turned, pushed him away, and said, "Sit on the toilet. I'm going to ride your cock." She emphasized the hard 'k' sound.
Dan closed the toilet and sat down. She came towards him. He said, "Before you mount up. Suck my dick!"
She tilted her head, studied him, and said, "What's your game? You know I like to suck dick."
"I do and you're very good at it. I think you're a dirty girl and you like dirty sex. You moaned and got wet when I licked your asshole. Lick your juice off my penis. I want to see you taste yourself."
She smiled, knelt, and licked all sides of his prick. She polished it, removing all traces of her lubricant. When she finished, she smiled and said, "You've read me correctly. I'm not a prissy female. I'm a shameless whore in the bedroom. I do like dirty sex."
She turned and sat on his dick.
"Ohh! You stretch a girl good!"
She bounced up and down and moved her ass in a circle getting as much enjoyment as possible out of his dick.
While she pleasured herself, Dan groped her breasts and teased her nipples.
"Ohhh" she moaned.
She rose higher until only the head of his dick was inside her, and she slammed her ass down forcefully.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
She did it one more time and triggered her orgasm.
"Ohh! Fuck!" she hollered.
"Oh God!" Dan murmured as he shot his load. He came so hard he envisioned his cum spraying her ovaries.
Dan held her as her body trembled inside and out. Her eyes opened. She smiled and said, "I could fall in love with you."
^^^
The next morning, the group was feeling good because, for the first time since the nightmare had begun, they had gotten a good night's sleep. The jail proved to be an impenetrable place.
Trudie, Miss Alice, and Julie made breakfast. The kids were fed, and then, the adults.
Marla made the rounds and kissed Jeff, Max, and Dan good morning. Diana kissed Dan too.
During the adult breakfast, Julie garnered the attention of the women.
"How far along are you?" Miss Alice asked.
"Fourteen weeks."
The cute, twenty-seven-year-old redhead was peppered with questions and happily answered: "Yes. It's our first."
"We had to leave our suitcase with all our clothes behind, but I had the vitamins and supplements my doctor recommended in my purse, so I didn't lose them."
"I don't recognize my boobs! They've grown so big, and they have big blue veins."
"Of course, we are hoping for a redhead! Jim is a ginger, and I have dark Auburn red hair."
"We have some names picked out. Our favorites right now are Rory, if it's a boy. It's Gaelic for 'red king', and Scarlett, if it's a girl."
The adults met after breakfast. Miss Alice started the meeting. She said, "Morale is good. This building is secure. We are running low on food. Dan, if you organize a supply run, in addition to food we need basic hygiene items: toothpaste, toothbrushes, combs, hair brushes, Tampons, soap, shampoo, deodorant, and razors.
"Remember, cleanliness is next to Godliness and the key to good health."
"Yes, Miss Alice," Dan said.
Jim raised his hand and said, "I'll go with you. I appreciate you taking my wife and me in. We will pull our weight."
"I've gotten off to a bad start," Stan said. "I'll go."
"Max and Jeff, hold the fort. Jim, Stan..."
Marla raised her hand. Dan smiled and said, "Darl'n, it wouldn't be a party without you, of course, you're part of the team.
"Jim and Stan, check out front. If conditions are good, we'll leave in ten minutes. Our target is the general store across the street. Marla, gather weapons."
The group dispersed. Dan grabbed Marla's wrist. She stayed while the others left. Dan said, "Get Glock 22's for you and me. Check with Jim. If he can handle a pistol, give him one. If not, give him a shotgun.
"I don't trust Stan. No gun for him. If he has a problem with that, tell him to talk to me. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." She smiled and added, "And may I say your 'take charge' attitude makes me wet."
"Get out of here!" he said good-naturedly.
Jim turned out to be a hunter and proficient with pistols, rifles, and shotguns. He chose the semi-automatic pistol.
The supple runners gathered at the front window. Jim said, "They appeared to be wandering randomly."
"They aren't organized," Stan said. "There'll be a group of ten heading in one direction and then they break up and head in separate directions alone, with a buddy, or in groups of three or four. They are not predictable.
"There are times when very few are in our path."
Dan watched for himself. He observed Stan was correct.
Max and Jeff joined them.
Dan said, "We'll go during a lull.
"Max and Jeff, close and lock the door behind us and stay here to let us in quickly. Stan and Jim, the goal is to get into the store and get supplies. We're not trying to kill the zombies. Avoid and evade. Get to the store. Kill any zombies inside.
"Use the guns as a last resort. A whack on the head will kill them. The more noise we make, the more zombies we draw towards us."
"That won't be a problem for me," Stan, the guy without a gun, said in a smart-alecky way.
Dan shot him a hard look. He said, "Jim, you and Marla get the supplies. Stan and I will stand guard and lead you back here. Any questions?"
There were none.
Dan unlocked the door. A group of twenty passed by.
"We'll go once this group clears," Dan said. They waited. Dan said, "Get ready. Get ready. Go!"
He opened the door, sprinted into the street, and waited for the others. He waved them past him and said, "Go! Go!".
The others made it to the general store. They looked through the window.
Marla said, "I see two." She entered followed by Jim and Stan.
Dan stayed outside. He split the head of a zombie who came too close.
Marla said, "Guys, take out the one on the right and keep your eyes peeled for others. I'll handle the one on the left."
They split up. Marla efficiently killed an old man. Jim challenged Marla's grandma. He struck her in the chest. Stan came forward and bashed her in the head, killing her.
He said, "Blows to the body do nothing. These things are dead. You gotta go for the brain."
Dan entered the building with his head on a swivel. The others determined no more monsters were in the store.
"Stan," Marla said. "Make sure nothing sneaks up on us from the backroom. Jim, let's get started." She tossed him some canvas bags she found.
Dan was vigilant. Jim and Marla gathered supplies. Stan stood watch; he saw and heard nothing. He picked up a knapsack, went to the alcohol section, and got beer and wine.
"Ah!" Marla screamed. There was a zombie in her aisle. It had entered through the store room. Lucky for her, its uncoordinated gait caused it to knock cans off a shelf, alerting her of its presence.
Dan rushed over and beat the living daylights out of it. He didn't stop until its brains oozed out of its cracked skull.
"Everyone out," Dan shouted.
"I don't have everything on my list," Jim said.
"Take what you have; we're leaving."
Dan grabbed one of Marla's bags, and they headed to the front door. Stan followed.
"We go when the group with the guy in the red pajamas walks past," Dan said. " Ready....Go!"
Jim and Marla dashed across the street. They dodged a straggler.
Stan tried to edge past Dan. Dan said, "You're not coming with us. Your actions killed Nancy and almost killed Marla."
"What? Where can I go?"
"I don't care. Anywhere, but with us." Dan pulled his gun and put it against Stan's forehead. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes." Stan raised his hands and backed away.
"Follow me, try to enter the jail, and I will kill you!"
Stan nodded and moved toward the back of the store.
Dan sprinted after his people. He bowled over a creature, dragging one leg, and he pushed a kid zombie out of his way.
He stepped on the porch and bashed a zombie on the head that had followed Marla and Jim. Everyone went inside. Max locked the door.
Jeff hugged Marla and shouted, "I was so worried about you!"
His confession surprised and embarrassed her. She babbled, "Ah. Ah. I'm okay."
"I'd die if anything happened to you!" Her teenage lover hugged her, looked deep into her eyes, and said, "I love you!"
Marla blushed at his public confession. She awkwardly patted him on the back and grimaced when her mother smiled and winked at her.
"Where's Stan?" Trudie asked. "Not that I miss him."
"I exiled him," Dan said. "His negligence almost got Marla killed. He's no longer welcome here. He's on his own.
A hush fell over the room.
Dan said, "Someone told me that we are in a horrible situation that we may not survive. The old rules of society no longer apply. You put the life of anyone in our group at risk, and you will be banished."
Dan stood tall and looked around the room. No one argued with him. He walked away.
Everyone went to Marla and Jim to see what they had. They had something for everyone. People rushed to brush their teeth or hair. A schedule was made, allocating everyone time slots to shower using the good soap and shampoo.
They were re-assured by the boxes of rice and pasta, the cans of soup, spaghetti sauce, vegetables, fruit, tins of tuna, and a big smoked ham. They would not be going hungry.
Marla had an earlier shower slot. She was pleased. While she was shampooing her short black hair, Jeff joined her.
She was startled when she rinsed her hair and saw him naked and staring at her.
"Hi, beautiful," he said. "I've come to help you wash." He stepped forward; his erection led the way.
"Jeff, I was looking forward to getting clean. A girl needs some 'me time'. I promise we'll hook up later."
His bright eyes dimmed, and he looked like a boy who had lost his dog.
"Oh, come here. I'll give you a handjob,,and then you have to go. I need to shave."
He nodded and joined her in the shower. She soaped his dick and beat it.
"Oh! Ohh!" he moaned.
She jerked him off roughly. He cried out and came. Thick globs of cum landed on her landing strip. She squeezed and milked his cock until he finished ejaculating.
"Oh, Babe. You're the best!"
"Yeah. Yeah. Take a towel and get out."
He did.
She washed the dirt, cum, and grime off her body. She shaved her pits, legs, and pussy. She felt like a new woman when she finished her mini-spa treatment.
^^^
Dan's shower turn came, and he let the hot water pound his neck and back. He could feel the tension dissipating.
"Hey, Handsome," Trudie said.
Dan opened his eyes and saw the nude blonde walking toward him. He said, "I thought I locked the door."
"You did. I knew this was your time. I snuck in before you and hid in the stall." She giggled; her tits jiggled.
She met all the criteria for being a sexy blonde bombshell. Her hair was bleached. It was more white than yellow. It fell in wavey clumps past her shoulders. It was meant to be messy. It screamed fun rocker chick, not PTA mom.
She was medium height with an hourglass figure. She wasn't the classic 36-24-36. She had a bigger waist. She also had bigger breasts and hips, so she maintained the classic proportions.
When is more not better?
Dan admired her body and noted that she shaved or waxed. A knot of her inner labia protruded from her slit.
"Any objection to me joining you?"
He shook his head no.
She joined him under the spray. Her big boobs pressed against him. When she turned, her stiff rubbery nipples made his skin tingle as they dragged across his flesh.
She pretended not to notice the effect she had on him or his sudden erection.
"Would you be a dear and wash my back?" she cooed.
"Ah...sure."
He soaped her back.
She turned quickly, and his hands now touched her boobs. She smiled and said, "You might as well do these too." She shook her shoulders and made her breasts jiggle and bounce.
"Damn," Dan thought, "These aren't implants. They are the real deal."
He touched, squeezed, hefted, and caressed her pair under the pretense of washing them.
"You're doing a good job. Do you mind washing them more? It's been a while since I've had a shower. I think they need extra attention."
He obliged her.
"Oh! That's nice. You have big hands." She touched his arms and chest and grasped his cock and said, "You're big everywhere. No wonder all the women love you."
She looked him in the eyes as she leisurely stroked her cock. When he didn't object, she said, "I'm all alone in the world. Will you be my friend? I am not asking to be your girlfriend. I know you have a special bond with some of the other women. I'd be happy and grateful to be one of your girls.
She fluttered her fake eyelashes and began jerking him off.
"Oh!" he moaned.
She pressed her breasts against him, continued to masturbate him, and said, "I'll take that as a yes," and she kissed him.
They made out in the shower. He got to play with her breasts and sucked her big nipples.
She placed her hands high on the tiles and pushed her butt out. He grabbed his cock and shoved it in her pussy. He fucked her while groping and squeezing her tits.
He climaxed sooner than he'd preferred. She heard him groan and felt his penis swell. She shouted, "Pull it out and cum on my ass!"
He did. It was hot, nasty, and fun.
She shampooed her hair and his. She washed her body and his. When he got a second erection, she asked, "How do you want me?"
He was slow to answer because he wasn't sure what their options were in a shower.
Trudie pointed to the chair someone had dragged into the bathroom and said, "Sit there. I give an excellent lap dance."
He sat; she danced to some music in her head. She had great rhythm and a flexible body. She put on a show. She teased him by slapping her tits against his face and pressing her butt against his cock.
She let him suck on her nipples, grab her ass, and finger her while she moved and shimmied.
Finally, she stopped playing around. She sat on his cock, facing away from him, and rode him reverse-cowgirl style. She squeezed her breasts and nipples and made him do so too.
She fingered her clit while she bounced on his cock.
"Ohhhh!" they moaned as they climaxed simultaneously. He gasped and filled her with sperm.
She moaned and savored the fiery sensation that flowed throughout her body.
He held her and thought, "This woman knows how to have fun."
After a rest, they washed the parts they got dirty, dried, and dressed. Trudie kissed him and said, "You're important. You are the one who keeps everyone safe.
"I know how to be a mistress. I'm okay being that piece of ass on the side. I won't pout, get jealous, or make demands. I'll be happy with whatever time you can give me."
^^^
After lunch, Marla grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door and broke into tears.
"What's the matter?"
"We're breaking up!"
"We are?"
She nodded. Tears streaked her cheeks. She pulled her pants and thong down.
Dan stood there dumbfounded.
"Fuck me!"
"Wait. I don't understand."
She sighed and said, "I like you, but our relationship is going nowhere. I have a chance to build something with Jeff. He's crazy about me. We're the same age. We like the same things. All you and I have in common is killing zombies and having great sex."
Dan didn't argue with her because he couldn't.
"And my Mom loves you."
"She does?"
"Yes."
"I wish you and Jeff all the best. Why are your pants off?"
"This is our goodbye fuck."
"We don't have to have sex. We can part as friends.""
"No. You don't understand. This isn't a gift from me to you. I love your fat cock. I'm going to miss it. I want it one last time."
She came forward and undressed him. When she knelt to remove his underwear, he pulled her top off. She never wore a bra, so he exposed her flat chest and tan nipples.
"Why'd you do that? There's nothing there."
"I love your nipples. They remind me of Nilla wafers, the round flat vanilla-flavored cookies Nabisco makes, and I know you like it when I play with them.
She blushed and said, "I do. Especially, when you bite them."
She grabbed his erection and gave him head. It wasn't great or even good. He wasn't going to miss her bad blowjobs.
He let her do it for a while and let her think she was pleasing him. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. They necked standing up. He grabbed her ass. It was small, like the rest of her, but plump and round. It looked great in pants and shorts, and it felt great in his hands.
He closed the toilet and sat. She straddled his legs. They kissed and caressed each other. Her skin was soft. He was big, hard, and hairy.
"Do the thing you do to my nipples...My Nilla wafers." She giggled and knew he'd forever refer to them as nillas."
Dan started off being gentle. He licked them with a broad tongue. He used the point of his tongue to draw circles around her areolas and to crisscross them. He rubbed the pads of his thumb over her pointy nipples, and he kissed them.
She moaned and sighed and cooed and waited for him to abuse them.
"Ohh!" she cried out and had a mini orgasm the first time he bit her nipple.
He returned to gentle touches. Randomly, he'd bite her, and he'd capture a teat with his teeth and pull on it.
She grew very wet and very aroused.
He was a master at mixing pain and pleasure, and she was the lucky beneficiary.
She rose, grabbed his cock, and slotted it at her opening. She slowly, very slowly, impaled herself.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned as he stretched her labia, the opening of her pussy, and rubbed the wall of her vagina.
"Oh! You're so tight," he moaned.
She took it all. She sat there mesmerized and focused on the sensations of being filled and being spread.
Dan enjoyed the warmth and snugness of her pussy, and he told her so.
She began to rock and to rise and fall on his cock. The motions made her tingle. The nerves in her clit and g-spot fired off, and pleasure registered in her brain.
She moved in a controlled manner. Her goal wasn't to climax. She wanted to prolong the pleasurable sensations for as long as possible.
She was being selfish. She didn't concern herself with Dan. This was her last chance to experience this girthy cock, and she was maximizing her time with it and her pleasure.
Dan let her set the pace. He enjoyed her pussy. He enjoyed the gasps and the look of ecstasy on her face as she fucked him.
"Oh! Good God! Oh God! This is outstanding!" she hollered.
Dan almost laughed. No one had ever used the adjective 'outstanding' to describe sex with him.
She got off him, smiled, and said, "I'm all tingly inside. Thank you. Now a gift for you."
She knelt on the floor and swished her butt around. She said, "I know you love my tight bubble butt. Take me from behind. Pound my pleasingly plump posterior."
She giggled and said, "Bring it home, Dan!"
Dan knelt behind her. He studied and caressed her beautiful round bottom. "I do love you ass."
She tittered and said, "I know. You stare at it all the time!"
"It's a work of art. One of the wonders of the world!" he teased.
"If this is the last time I'm going to enjoy it, can I have a few liberties?"
"Sure, but you can't stick your dick in my ass."
He nodded and said, "As I've admired your butt, I noticed how it resembles an apple." He brought his mouth to her buttocks and bit her. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard.
"Ouch! Careful!"
He ignored her and said, "Apples are made to be bitten and to be tasted."
He spread her butt cheeks and studied her anus. The crinkled orifice was small, no way was his cock ever getting in there, but that was never his intention.
Her butt was a pure white color, never having seen the sun. Her asshole was a darker shade of tan than her nipples. He leaned in and licked her butthole.
She giggled, embarrassed, and said, "Are you crazy?"
Dan got a couple of good licks in and said, "Yeah. I'm also a degenerate."
He licked his hand, wet the tip of his dick, and placed it at her opening. He asked, "Ready for the big finish?"
"Yes!" She moved her bottom into him, claiming his cock.
He thrust into her, took her breath away, and bottomed out. He set a steady, unrushed pace using long deep strokes. It didn't take long for their breathing to become labored. They moaned and groaned.
He reached around and pinched a pointed nipple.
"Bastard!" she said breathily.
Dan wanted their last time to be memorable for her. As he sawed in and out of her, he diddled her clit. It had the desired effect. She moaned and moved her hips more.
He could tell by her breathing and moans that she was close. He grabbed her hips bones and pulled her into him as he slammed into her.
They crashed together and grunted as his dick went further into her love tunnel. He touched parts of her no man had.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned.
He was sweating profusely and breathing through his mouth as he continued to pound her.
"OHHH!" she cried out. Her body spasmed, her breathing stopped, and pussy gripped his dick like a vise.
"OHHH!" he hollered as he nudged his dick slightly forward and back. His penis exploded, and cum bleched out.
He collapsed on her. She rested her head on the floor. They were a sweaty pile of flesh. Their minds were elsewhere. Pure pleasure flowed throughout their bodies.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I know. I will always love you, Nilla. Good luck with Jeff," he said. He got off her.
She chortled and said, "You're going to call me Nilla, aren't you?
"Only when we are alone or with your mother or with Miss Alice. I want to be there when you explain your new nickname."
"Bastard!" she said without venom.
"And I'll get all the children to call you Nilla."
"I'm glad we are breaking up," she teased. "You are evil!"
They laughed and kissed. They washed in the sink and left a puddle of water and remnants of girl goo and cum on the floor.
^^^
Dan joined Max up front. He was looking out a window. Without looking at him, Max said, "There are more of them. Large groups are congregating."
"That's not good news," Dan replied.
"Did you get your kiss?"
"What?"
Max looked at him and said, "Marla told me she was going to try and make a go of it with Jeff and that we wouldn't be hooking up anymore. She kissed me goodbye."
"Oh. Yes." His face reddened. "She ended it with me too."
Miss Alice joined the adults at the window. They stared at the lumbering zombies. Max spoke as if a woman wasn't present.
He said, "Son of a bitch! Look. It's Nancy. She's naked. God, is she stacked! What a waste! I wished I'd hooked up with her while she was human."
"You never had a chance. Either of you," Miss Alice said. "She was a lesbian. Her tits were as wonderful as you imagine. Big soft warm pillows with responsive and lovely-to-suck nipples."
The men looked at her amazed and stupefied.
"She was a hellcat in bed," Miss Alice said. "She loved to eat my pussy and she loved it when I double-fisted her." The old school marm turned and walked away in her sensible shoes, leaving behind two speechless men.
^^^
Dinner was a joyful affair. The ham was a hit.
Afterward, Dan looked out all the windows and was distressed to see the number of zombies.
Diana joined him and started a conversation. "See anything interesting?"
He decided not to share his concerns and said, "We saw Nancy Nash earlier. She was naked. Her boobs are as fantastic as everyone imagined."
"I never tried to imagine what they looked like, but good to know, I guess."
Her effort to lighten things up fell flat. She waited a bit and said, "Isn't it great that Jeff and Marla are trying to make a go of it? Love survives the apocalypse."
"Marla told me she broke things off with you and Max."
Dan turned, looked at Di, and said, "I'm sorry. The comment about Nancy was crude. I was preoccupied. I'm ready to focus on you now."
He smiled, placed his hands on her shoulders, and said, "Marla broke up with me. The first time a girl broke up with me I was in kindergarten, and I cried. Then, the bell rang announcing recess, and I ran outside, played kickball, and forgot about my broken heart."
Diana laughed.
"I'm happy for her. For them. Truly."
"Me too. I'm a believer in love and the power of love," Diana said. She looked searchingly into his eyes.
"Me too. I love love," Dan said. "I think I miss that as much as I miss my wife. Maybe that's why I let myself get involved with Marla."
"She had her mind set on you. She is very persistent."
"I'm clear headed now. Have I ruined any chance I might have with you?"
"No."
Dan leaned in and kissed her. She returned the kiss passionately.
After touching tongues, the old heads hurried to the bathroom. Dan pushed Diana up against the locked door. He kissed her hungrily and pawed her breasts.
She was as anxious to have him touch her as he was to caress her. She pushed him away and said, "Let me get this out of your way."
She unbuttoned and removed her shirt. She discarded her brassiere, her plump tits were exposed, and Dan went for them. He kissed and squeezed her boobs. He sucked her hard dark pointy nipples.
"Ahh!" she gasped. She moaned and cooed as Dan sucked her nipples.
Dan worried that he was behaving like a sex-crazed cad. He pulled off her teat, looked her in the eyes, and said, "You're beautiful. You excite me."
She swooned and he kissed her. He kissed her again and again and again. His animal nature got the better of him and he pawed her breasts and soon was sucking on them again.
"Mmmm. I like that," Di said. "Let me do something for you."
"All right!" He had a pretty good idea a BJ was headed his way.
They stripped. She knelt and sucked his dick.
"Ohh," he moaned. "That's more like it." The second part slipped out. He was thinking what an improvement her blowjobs were over her daughter's poor painful efforts.
Diana took his words to mean she was doing a great job and she continued. She did her tricks, involving his shaft, bulbous head, and his balls.
"Oh!" he moaned in response.
She continued to impress; he continued to groan as he watched her work.
Finally, he tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Di, that's enough. I don't need a preparatory orgasm. You will come on my cock! We will cum together, staring into each other's eyes."
"I like that idea, but you can't expect me to lay on this floor."
"We're not doing missionary. We'll do it standing up."
She stood. Dan pressed his body against hers. They were not nose to nose. He said, "Lean against the wall and lift your right leg."
She laughed and said, "I'm not flexible enough to put my foot on your shoulder."
"I wasn't suggesting that.
She raised her leg until her thigh was parallel to the floor. She chuckled, and said, "I'm eight inches shorter than you. How is this going to work?"
He hooked an arm under her leg and carried its weight so she didn't have to. He bent his knees and lowered his hips so his dick could penetrate her. He guided it inside.
"Oh!" they moaned.
Di was pressed against the wall and looked into his soulful brown eyes as Dan did all the work. He held her leg. He spread his legs and bent his knees to lower himself so they lined up, and he drove his cock into her.
"So big," she murmured. "Your cock is so fucking thick."
He chuckled and said, "I'm glad you like it. How come your pussy's so hot? You and Marla..."
He stopped speaking and fucking.
She laughed and finished his sentence. "How come Marla's and my vagina are so hot?
"Ouch! My back!" Dan hollered. He dropped her leg, pulled out, and staggered back. He rubbed his back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. I think my brain envisioned more than my body could accomplish. I thought staring into your eyes and having sex standing up would be romantic, and I'd impress you."
She laughed and said, "No more grand romantic gestures. Let's act our age. Or is this a diversion to make me forget you asked me why my daughters' pussy is so hot?"
She pursed her lips and gave him a hard look.
"Sorry. I can't believe I said that. It was inappropriate."
She smiled and said, "I'm just breaking your stones. I'm happy you wanted to do something special with me. I like looking in my lover's eyes. Let's do something fun and different. And kinky! Come here."
He stood in front of her. She grabbed his cock. "Here's something we can do while standing and looking into each other's eyes."
They locked eyes.
"My husband and I used to talk dirty or tell ribald stories as a way to change things up. I'm going to tell you a story and stroke your cock. You listen and finger me."
She rubbed his shaft, and she said,
"The goal isn't to make the other person climax. We enjoy the story and the physical contact and our anticipation builds. At the end of the story, we fuck each other's brains out.
"The premise is an orgasm delayed is an orgasm that becomes huge!
Understand? We make each other smolder. Simmer is good. We don't want a roaring boil."
Dan nodded and placed his hand on her pussy.
Di stroked him and said, "Have you read the letters sent to Penthouse Magazine?"
"No. I only looked at the pictures of nudie magazines," he joked.
She frowned.
"Yes."
"So you're familiar with the bawdy naughty sexually explicit letters that made us all horny. I'm going to tell you a true story about me that would have made a hell of a Penthouse letter.
"It will also answer the question you raised. Why my daughter and I have 'hot' vaginas."
"Ahem," she cleared her throat and wiggled her butt to make her clit brush his fingers. He gently rubbed her button.
"When I was young and before I was married, a couple of my lovers mentioned that I had a 'hot' pussy. At first, I thought they were complimenting me in the way a guy might say, 'You're hot' or 'You have great tits'.
"More than a few lovers mentioned it so at my next gynecologist visit, I asked my doctor if my vagina was warmer than most women.
"She said it was my imagination. She explained, that when women get aroused, the blood flow to their genitals increases, and the temperature down there goes up. A regular vagina is around 96 degrees. When aroused, it could increase to 97 or 98 degrees.
"I was twenty and thought I knew better. I told her I was hotter than that. She said, 'You're my last patient of the day. We have time if you want to prove it.'
"She held up a thermometer and said, 'I'll take your temperature now and after you masturbate.'
"I liked my doctor. She was a cute Asian a couple of years older than me. She had great hair. It was long and thick and a deep shiny black color. I said, 'Let's do it'.
"She'd done my vaginal exam. I had to undress. I removed my skirt and panties. She gave me a challenging smile and said, 'Top and bra off too.' I shrugged. I got naked, got on the exam table, and put my legs in the stirrups.
"The doctor sat on her stool and rolled up to the table. My hairy vagina was maybe two feet away from her face. Back then, women had a hands-off approach to pubes. We pretty much left them alone except for removing stray hairs during bikini season.
"So I was sporting a thick bush."
Dan nodded. He liked this story. His dick ached. He moved, getting extra contact with her hand and some relief. He brought his hand to his mouth, tasted her, returned it to her pussy, and fingered her.
Diana cooed, sighed, and continued, "Picture me with a big thicket of black hair. My doctor pushed my pubes aside, put some lube on the thermometer, and slid it inside my pussy.
"She said, 'We need to wait three minutes .' We chatted about school. Then she asked about my boyfriend. I was flabbergasted when she asked how big his dick was. I answered, 'Normal. I guess.' I'd only seen six or seven. He was average.
"She pulled the thermometer out and said, '96.3. That's what I expected. Go ahead, rub one out. You have 13.46 minutes'.
"'Where did that number come from?' I asked and laughed. She said, 'These things are studied. The latest paper was a 20-country study involving 645 women, and that's the average time it took them to orgasm. Do you want lube?' She held out the bottle.
"I said yes and expected her to hand me the bottle. She drizzled lube on my pussy and massaged it in. I was too stunned to say anything. She smiled. I think she enjoyed my discomfort.
"I closed my eyes and rubbed the area beside my clit. Back then, I was so sensitive. I couldn't stand for my button to be touched until I was warmed up.
"I heard the Naugahyde crinkle. I opened my eyes and saw my cute Asian doctor leaning forward, staring at my pussy. Her elbows were on the exam table. Her hands were clasped, and her chin rested on top. She was a foot away from my vagina.
"She asked if I was getting aroused. I said, 'Not really. This isn't a sexy situation, and maybe I'm spoiled. I haven't masturbated in a year because I have a boyfriend.'
Dan groaned. His dick twitched. She smiled and gave it a good squeeze.
"Oh," she moaned from his expert fingering.
She continued, "The doctor said to me, 'I'd like this to be a fair test. If masturbation isn't your thing, I could touch you. Have you been with a woman?' I shook my head. She said, 'Women are gentler. Some say they are better lovers.'
"She stood, came to my side, and said, "Women know how tender breasts are.' She ever so softly caressed my breasts. 'Boys are rough and clumsy. Their hands are calloused. I noticed you aren't directly touching your clit. I understand. My clit is very sensitive too. How many boys know that?'
"She brushed her fingertips lightly over my thigh, made me shiver, and raised goosebumps. She continued the feather-like touch on my sex, through my pubes, and on my abdomen.
"The doctor said, 'We know not to rush through foreplay. It's often the best part of sex! Guys don't understand. All they want to do is shove their penis inside us and cum. Is there anything better than a great kiss?'
"She kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft. She didn't try to shove her tongue down my throat. Her wonderful hair fell on me. It was soft and smelled of jasmine.
"She gave me the longest and best kiss of my life. I felt a soft hand caress my breasts. It was wonderful. So unlike the brutish grope, so many boys employ.
"We continued the kiss. Her hand was now on my genitals. I removed my hand, sighed, moaned, and let her finger me. She knew how to do it. Just the right amount of pressure. She knew where to touch me and when to move on. It was heavenly.
"I moaned. She stood and asked, 'May I kiss you again?' 'Please,' I answered. Her question confused me. Why ask when you've already kissed me?
"When she walked toward my feet, I was alarmed. I wondered, 'Does she want to kiss me down there?' I didn't ask. I watched her get between my legs and lean on her forearms. I felt her breath on my thighs. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"I froze; she didn't. She brushed a broad tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top. She repeated this three times. Then the tip of her tongue explored my gash. They were quick light licks. She avoided my clitoris.
"The anticipation was killing me. I said, 'Lick my clit!' She giggled and said, 'Your wish is my command.' She stimulated my clit without being too rough. She'd bumped it, flicked it with a quick criss-crossing motion, and gently sucked it.
"She magically knew how long and how hard to do it. She'd stimulated me and stopped. She knew the teasing would drive me crazy. It forced me to beg her to eat my pussy. 'Please! Lick me!' I cried. She grinned and did an excellent job.
"I loved everything she did. She said, 'My bra is killing me. Do you mind if I take it off?' I said, 'Go ahead. I hate bras too.'
"She removed her lab coat, top, and bra. She had small firm boobs. Her body was a warm gold color. Her nipples were very dark.
"She kicked off her shoes and continued to undress. She was very fit, had slender legs, a tight ass, and a thick crop of black pubes covering her sex. She smiled at me. I smiled and said, 'You are gorgeous.'
"She thanked me and put the stirrups down. She said, 'Can I join you?' I slid over; she got on the table. We lay on our sides and kissed. I tasted myself on her lips. That was a first. It wasn't as horrible as I expected.
"She fondled my breast ever so gently. She brought my hand to her chest and I touched a boob that wasn't mine for the first time.
"Her breast was smaller and firmer than mine. Her nipples were larger. When mine are erect, they are chubby and a half-inch long. Her points were thinner and twice as long. I enjoyed playing with her rubbery tips.
"She pushed me onto my back, got on top of me and we continued to kiss. She ground her pubic bone into my sex. I liked that. I liked that a lot. I did the same to her. We both got very wet.
"She rose and flipped around. She placed her knees beside my head and her head was in my crotch. 'OH!' I cried out as she performed oral sex. I moaned and groaned and stared at the hairy twat inches above me. I could see her slit and droplets of her juice clinging to curls of pubic hair.
"She went into a teasing mode. She kissed my thighs and labia and ignored my clit. I was frustrated. I noticed she lowered her crotch. I watched it come closer to me. Soon my nose was in her pubes. I smell her scent. It was musky, but not unpleasant.
"She continued to ignore my button. My clit ached. Suddenly, I knew the price of an orgasm. If I wanted her to lick my pussy, I would have to lick her. I tentatively poked my tongue out and touched her pussy.
"She sighed. I licked her slit and got a taste of her fluid. It wasn't bad. She tasted a lot like me. I told myself 'Stop being a baby' and I licked her pussy, located her nub, and sucked her clit. She moaned loudly.
"I no longer hesitated. She ate my pussy. I ate hers. I mimicked the moves that she did that I liked. She sucked my clit. I sucked hers. She used the criss-cross move on me. I used it on her. She dug her tongue into my vag and slurped the fluid. I could not do that. I gave her clit soft kisses.
"I came on her tongue and was lost in a glorious orgasm and lay still. She ground her pussy on my face and got enough friction to climax. For the next four minutes, I lay there with her hairy pussy on my face. Her fluid flowed down my cheeks and into my hair.
"The doctor climbed off me. We shared a shower. While we were naked and drying off, she asked, 'Would you like to go out dancing at a club?' I stared at her and shook my head no. She said, 'The invitation is open-ended. If you change your mind...'
"She smiled and said, 'You're a beautiful woman. I enjoyed being with you.' She said, 'You were great. I understand if it's not your thing.'
She chuckled and said, 'Don't worry, eating my pussy doesn't make you a lesbian. You don't have to tell your boyfriend. It's only cheating, if you're with another guy.' I nodded and followed her advice.
Diana said, "That was the first and only time I had sex with a woman. I've never told anyone that story."
"It was a hot story," Dan said.
"How do you feel?" she asked as she casually stroked his cock.
"Like I'm going to explode if I don't fuck you!"
Diana put her bottom and heels on the sink. She leaned back and put her hands beside the faucet. She spread her legs, showed him her hairy pussy, and said, "I'm on fire too! Fuck me!"
He stepped up to her and slid his cock in.
They stared into each other's eyes as he stroked in and out of her. She moaned, reached out, and pulled his head to her. They kissed.
The kiss ended because both needed to moan. Dan bottomed out on every thrust. He said, "You're so wet and your pussy is so hot!"
She chuckled and said, "Yeah. I've heard that before. I was going to get tested. I got distracted and didn't finish it."
He grabbed her ankles and put them behind him. She sat on the sink, closed her eyes, and moaned because every stroke rubbed her G-spot.
He pistoned in and out of her. She was light-head. They kissed.
He plowed her. Their faces were nose-to-nose. They either kissed or stared into each other's eyes.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. She murmured, "Fuck! You don't have a penis, you have a truncheon! You're beating me senseless with your thick dick!"
He chuckled.
Her heels rested on his ass. He got into a rhythm and he threw his cock into her. Her head lolled from side to side. She had trouble keeping her eyes open.
Pleasurable sensations overwhelm her. He kissed her; she was unresponsive. He continued to pound her.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. She reached for him and pulled him in for a kiss. Afterward, she held him there and stared into his eyes.
He saw her spasm, heard her cry out, and saw her pupils dilated. He knew she had climaxed. He rapidly fucked her and busted his nut.
They stayed together. Their foreheads touched, each gasped for air, and they felt euphoric. Their faces were flush, and their hearts pounded as they experienced pure joy!
It was a while before they cleaned up and dressed. Diana blushed and said, "People will be wondering what we've been doing. We were in here for so long."
"The adults will know and be jealous. The kids don't have a clue."
^^^
It rained the next day. It didn't matter to anyone. The zombies meandered in their search for humans. The humans stayed in their fortress.
After breakfast, school began. Miss Alice taught lessons and had the children sing songs.
Jeff and Marla ran hand-in-hand to a bathroom and locked themselves in. They kissed, giggled, and groped each other. Their clothes came off. She sucked his dick; he ate her pussy.
Marla sat on the sink, and they screwed. It was quick, energetic, and made them smile. He climaxed; she didn't.
The sex they had was similar to eating junk food. You think it's good until you discover that many dishes are better than a burger and fries. Jeff didn't know any better; Marla did. She'd been with Dan.
They joined the adults. Their faces were cherry red. Marla was contemplative. Jeff was full of endorphins, he hollered, "Next! The bathroom is free."
Jim stood and held out his hand to Julie. Julie said, "Jim, it's not that I don't want to have sex with you, but we aren't teenagers. No offense, Marla and Jeff, but when you get older you don't want a quickie in a dank bathroom.
"You want a bed and clean sheets," the redhead sighed and looked exasperated.
"I know how you feel," Diana said.
"Why don't we make the sheriff's office into a love nest?" Trudie suggested. "It has lockable doors. If we got rid of the desk, we'd have room for a bed. We could steal the mattresses out of the jail cells.
"We could make the office comfortable and attractive," Marla said excitedly. "Soft lighting would help with the atmosphere."
"Are you forgetting one wall is glass, and the children are on the other side?" Dan asked.
"We can fix that," Marla said. "There's a rug in the entryway. We could hang it up or steal the front curtains."
"Or paint the glass," Max suggested. "I saw a gallon of black paint in the maintenance room."
"Let's have a room makeover!" Trudie hollered.
The women were excited and had many ideas. They put the men to work. The first thing they did was get the desk out of there.
Max painted the outside of the glass black. Glass does not take paint as well as wood or drywall. Some areas were not 100% opaque. The women weren't happy. They demanded the glass be absolutely impenetrable.
They accomplished this on one section of glass by hanging a rug up.
They use the curtains from the lobby to achieve a total blackout on the other section of glass. The women liked the sound-dampening quality of the fabric and how it softened the look of the room.
The room practically breathed testosterone. The women removed all the 'guy' stuff, like the policing awards, and replaced them with paper origami flowers. They removed plaques and photographs of past sheriffs and replaced them with drawings the women produced.
The gang worked hard all morning and turned the place into a private and inviting space.
Diana looked at the room and said, "This isn't half bad."
"No more sitting bare-assed on the hard cold sink!" her daughter said.
Trudie said, "We can use the shift roster whiteboard in the bullpen to schedule turns."
The woman developed the rules, such as you had to strip the bed after your tryst, put on clean sheets, hand wash the soiled ones, and hang them to dry.
Dan and Max were by the front lobby, observing the zombies.
"It seems like there are more of them every time I look out the window," Max said.
Dan nodded. He wasn't happy.
^^^
After lunch, the adults gathered in the newly furnished love nest.
Diana said, "We will allocate times and rotate them to be fair to all couples. Miss Alice, should we include you on the list?"
"No, Dear. This is a necessary space, but not for me. I'm happy that you will have a space to make love, and I'll be happy that I'll have better access to the bathrooms."
The crowd laughed.
Di continued, "We have a limited supply of linens. They must be hand-washed and will take hours to hang dry. Trudie and I have talked. We think we can have four sessions per day and suggest the times be eight a.m. until noon, one o'clock until five, six p.m. to nine, and overnight from ten o'clock until seven a.m.
"Is that acceptable?"
The other adults nodded. They drew lots.
Diana said, "Jim and Julie will christen our love nest as soon as we get out of here. Marla and Jeff have the early evening slot, and Dan and I will be spending the night.
"Trudie has her choice of tomorrow's slots."
Diana said, "Enjoy your private time, Jim and Julie."
The group left the room.
Jim locked the door. He turned, smiled, and said, "Wow. Some privacy. Who knew that that would be a luxury?."
He watched his wife take off her shirt and reach behind her back to undo her bra strap.
"You're not wasting time," he said and chuckled.
"I'm not," she said and giggled. "One reason is this bra hurts. It's too small because my boobs keep growing. The main reason is we have four hours of alone time. I want to spend it naked in your arms."
The twenty-seven-year-olds stripped. They were fit and healthy. Julie had a pale body common to redheads. Her nipples were light pink. She had a fire crotch. A big red bush.
Her swollen boobs looked out of place on her small frame.
Jim smiled and said, "I love you, and I love your normal body, but I have to say I love what being pregnant is doing to you. You have huge boobs and a lovely round ass."
"For once in my life, I am voluptuous! Get it while you can!"
They kissed.
They caressed each other as they made out. Jim's hands were drawn to her new and improved bust and butt. He had to be gentle with her boobs. He was more aggressive when touching her tush.
Julie stretched out on the mattress. Jim explored her body. He smiled when he rubbed her baby bump.
He sucked her enlarged tits. They both loved it.
They transitioned on '69' with Jim on top, putting no weight on her. She gave excellent head, and he loved eating pussy. Each gave as good as they got.
"Ohh!" she cried out softly as she climaxed.
Jim got off her, knelt beside her, and beat off, cumming on her chest.
She laughed and said, "We are christening the room. What are you doing? Christening my new boobs?"
"Yes!"
The couple washed, relaxed, and drank water. Each declared their love and how thankful they were to have each other.
Jim pulled his wife on top of him. He kissed her and played with her ass, causing her to smile and say, "So you like my big bum?"
"I love your big bum!"
"Then doggy style it is."
She got on her hands and knees and shook her newly minted money-maker. Jim knelt behind her, kissed each cheek, wet his dick, and slid it inside her.
"Oh!" they moaned.
He fucked her cautiously.
After a minute of puny pushes, Julie said, "What are you doing? I'm not going to break."
"Oh. Ah. I'm worried that, you know, I might poke the baby in the eye."
Julie laughed and said, "Nothing like that is going to happen. The baby is in my uterus, and your penis is in my vagina. The doctor said it was safe for us to have sex up to, and including, the day I give birth.
"You aren't going to harm the baby, hurt me, or cause a miscarriage."
"Good to know," Jim said and picked up the pace.
He enjoyed the extra cushion in her bottom and played with her dangling teats. He got her off and came inside her.
They rested. Julie snuck out to pee. They spooned, cuddled, and dozed.
Jim took her from behind again as they lay on their sides. This time it was slow and easy. Sensuous. They had simultaneous orgasms.
^^^
At six p.m., Jeff and Marla went into the old sheriff's office. Jeff stripped immediately. His erection banged into her legs as he tried to undress her.
"Hold your horses," Marla complained. She knocked his hands away and said, "Geesh. You're pawing me. We have hours. Can we do this romanticly?
"Sorry." He looked sorry and put his pants on.
She sighed and said, "I like you, and I'll have sex with you. It's just that's not all I want. Can we talk? Can we snuggle? I'm feeling under-appreciated. Do you even know what color my eyes are?"
"Blue. I know everything about you. You have a beauty mark on your right breast an inch away from your nipple. It's at ten o'clock. You have the cutest freckles on your nose. There are eight more on your right cheekbone and eleven on the left side of your face.
"Your right hand is bigger than your left. Your left foot is bigger than your right foot. You have dots on your back that mirror the positions of the stars in the night sky that form 'The Big Dipper'.
"Okay," she said. "You have been paying attention."
They lay on the bed and talked for an hour. Marla felt better. She felt appreciated.
They had sex. The kissing was nice. Jeff came quickly.
They did it again. He climaxed in five minutes, leaving her unsatisfied a second time.
She got angry, dressed, and said, "I'm not washing the sheets. The mess is your cum. I didn't even have a hint of an orgasm!"
She marched out.
Diana saw her leave the sheriff's office and could see she was upset. She went to her. They talked, cried, and hugged.
^^^
Diana found Dan and said, "I need your help."
"What's up?" He asked with a smile.
"Marla and Jeff are on the rocks. They care about each other, but their love life is a disaster. You know how critical a good sex life is in a relationship."
He nodded.
"Will you help me straighten them out?" she embraced him, pushed her tits into him, and purred, "I'll be ever so grateful."
"Mmm. I like the sound of that."
They kissed.
"Here's the problem," Diana said. "Jeff is your typical inexperienced teenager. He has a hair trigger. Marla is rarely satisfied. Since she's been with you, she knows how great it is to be with a good lover.
"I want us to talk to them. I need you to help him up his game."
"Okay."
Dan and Di walked over to the teens. Marla was pouting. Jeff was trying unsuccessfully to make her smile.
"Hi. Can we join you?" Diana asked.
The teens nodded. Dan and Di sat beside them. Diana asked, "Jeff, what do you like about Marla?"
"She is beautiful, brave, and kind. I love her smile. She's spunky and caring. We have great conversations. I like how she lights up any room..."
Diana chuckled, interrupted him, and said, "That's a good list."
"Marla, what do you like about Jeff?"
She was in a bad mood. She sighed and answered, "He's always happy to see me. I feel warm and safe when he hugs me. I like his compliments, and the way he looks at me makes me feel special. I like his hair and his physique."
"That's a good list too," Diana said. "You have the building blocks of a relationship. It might turn into something special.
"You're exploring this possibility and deciding if this person is worth the effort to have a relationship," Diana said, " and believe me, relationships take work."
Di laughed. "You have the basic things, like exercising, eating right, and practicing good hygiene. You have to resist the temptation of alcohol, drugs, and cheating with other people.
"You have to be pleasant when you don't feel great, work hard to better yourself, and be kind and attentive.
"I think you kids have a chance to make it. You're young and healthy, you have similar values, and there's a spark. An attraction. Dan and I want to see you succeed.
"There is a problem standing in your way, and I want to address it. It's something that will kill any relationship by causing feelings of resentment and that your partner doesn't care.
"I'm talking about sex.
"A healthy sex life builds intimacy and trust in your relationship. It provides an opportunity to demonstrate love, affection, and attraction. If you don't have good sex, your desire for the other person decreases. You become resentful. It undermines your self-confidence. You wonder what's wrong with me?
Jeff and Marla blushed. Neither expected this discussion.
Di noticed and addressed it. She said, "This topic is too important to the long-term success of your relationship to be ignored. I want to fix it and fix it now. No matter how much I embarrass you.
"Marla, do you like Jeff and find him attractive?"
"Yes."
"Jeff, you told me you like my daughter. You've seen her naked. She is flat-chested. Is that a problem?"
"No. That's not important to me. She has many wonderful qualities."
"Okay. I believe you.," Diana said. "Jeff, you're young. I'll give you some advice that will serve you for the rest of your life. Women like to receive compliments. Be generous with kind words. We expect gifts on special occasions and adore them when we receive them for no reason at all."
He nodded.
"Your performance in bed this afternoon was unacceptable. You climaxed twice, and Marla didn't. Do you know how that makes her feel?"
He shook his head no.
"It makes her feel like she's not worth the time and effort it takes to satisfy her. Is she just a cum dumpster for you?"
"No. I love her! It's...its..." He blushed and stuttered.
"She is the only girl I've been with. She's the only one I ever want. I don't know what I'm doing. We have sex. I get excited; I cum. I want to please her. I have seen that look on her face when she orgasms. It makes me feel great. I just don't know how to make it happen every time."
Diana looked at Dan.
Dan thought. "I was wondering why I was here. Thanks for setting me up to confess a man's most embarrassing secret."
He sighed and said, "Jeff, all guys have been where you are. Sex is great. You plunge into a beautiful woman and are flooded with pleasurable sensations, and Bam! You pop your cork and leave her unsatisfied. It is something you can learn to control."
"How so?" Diana asked.
"Damnit, woman," Dan thought, "are we going into detail? Can't he read a book or something?"
Diana gave him a hard stare. He realized we were going there.
"Jeff, make it a point that the woman comes first."
"What do you suggest he do?" Di asked.
"Women need lots of foreplay. Give her a half hour of kisses, compliments, and caresses. Women need clitoral stimulation. Finger her and give her oral sex. Going down on her is a great way to give her an orgasm. Make it a rule. Your penis stays out of her vagina until she comes."
"That's a good rule," Diana said. "You know women are capable of having multiple orgasms. I like it when you go down on me, but I also like holding you, kissing you, and seeing your face when I orgasm. Give him some advice on lasting long enough to make Marla cum on his cock."
He shot her a look that said, 'Really?"
He frowned and said, "There are a couple of things you can do. You could masturbate before the two of you get together. This may allow you to delay ejaculation when you have sex with Marla.
"Aren't there exercises he can do?" Diana asked.
"The muscles that stop urination can stop you from ejaculating," Dan said. "Every time you pee, tighten these muscles and stop your flow. Once you identify these muscles, you can flex them when you're not peeing. Do three sets of ten reps every day to strengthen these muscles."
"What about the squeeze technique?" Diana asked.
"Will this embarrassing discussion never end?" Dan thought as he gave his girlfriend a dirty look.
"You can do this alone or with Marla. Beat off until you're close to climaxing. Then you or she can squeeze the end of your penis where the head joins the shaft. Keep squeezing until the urge to cum passes. Then, resume having sex.
"Repeat as needed. This will teach you to control your ejaculations. Better to have a short pause in the action than to cum before Marla does and leave her unfulfilled."
"What's the stop-start technique? Diana asked.
Dan sighed and said, "It's similar. Say your inside Marla, and you're afraid you are going to cum before she does. Pull out. The lack of stimulation to your penis will allow you to calm down.
"When you feel you're under control, you can resume banging Marla. Repeat as necessary.
"Marla, would you mind if Jeff pulled out, took a break, and you had to kiss?"
"No," she answered and giggled. "I like kissing Jeff. I like lots of foreplay. I would not look at it as a downgrade."
"Marla, how do you feel when Jeff cums quickly? Be honest," her mother said.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "I feel unloved. I feel I'm being used because he gets off, but I don't. I get pissed off. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me."
"Jeff," Diana asked, "when you make love to Marla is this how you want her to feel?"
"NO!"
"Of course not, but you can see how it happens. Your words say one thing, but your actions say something else. Will you work on being a better lover?"
"YES!"
"Go back into the office. You have time. Do better."
Jeff reached out his hand, and the couple returned to the lovenest. Jeff did better. He told her he loved her and that she was beautiful. They had an extended period of foreplay.
Jeff went down on her but couldn't make her cum.
Marla got embarrassed that he was down there for so long. She had him mount her.
"Ohh!" she moaned as he penetrated her.
"OH!" Jeff moaned.
Two minutes later, he cried out, "Oh, no!" He shot his load. He stared at her with panicked eyes and shouted, "I'm sorry!"
"Me too!
Marla was sorry, disappointed, annoyed, and angry.
^^^
"Dan, I need your help?"
"Diana, last time you said that to me. We had an embarrassing sex talk with the kids. I hope this time..."
"It'll be worse," she said, interrupting him. "They had sex. It was bad. He ate her pussy, but couldn't get her off because he doesn't know what he's doing and followed that up with another quick explosion.
"He's a good kid, but clueless when it comes to sex and a woman's body."
"So what now," Dan asked.
"I want to bring them in and teach them how to have great sex. Even if it means we have sex with them."
Dan's mouth fell open.
"I'm desperate! As far as we know, there are four men left in the world. You and Jim are taken. Max is banging Trudie. I don't see him leaving those tits, that ass, and all the tricks she knows, for my flat-chest baby.
"The perfect answer is for Marla and Jeff to be together. I'd do anything to make that happen! I'd be so grateful to you. Name your price. Blowjobs twice a day? Do you want to fuck my ass? Done!"
Dan held her, looked into her frantic eyes, and said, "I love you and I'll do it for you and for them. For the record, I'm not a fan of anal sex. Your pussy is all that I need."
^^^
The four of them entered the room. No one was thrilled.
Diana was worried for her daughter's future. Dan was embarrassed. He'd never had sex in front of an audience. Jeff was anxious and concerned that he was going to lose the love of his life. Marla was hopeful and afraid this last-ditch effort was futile.
"This is going to be awkward," Diana said. "Normally, sex is a private affair. That's not going to be the case tonight. It will be uncomfortable for all of us.
"Jeff and Marla, Dan and I want you to have a wonderful and fulfilling sex life. Dan and I will teach you what we know. Thank you for being open to this. It is a testament to your love for each other.
"Everyone, please get undressed."
Everyone got naked and stood there, red-faced.
Marla was lean and angular. She was pretty. Her short hair allowed you to see more of her face. You noticed her eyes and her mouth. Her hairstyle looked sporty and confident.
Since she was flat-chested, you kind of skipped her chest. Her 'nilla' nipples were worth a glance. Then, your eyes dropped to her thin waist and jutting hip bones.
The black strip of pubes on her abdomen caught your eye. Was it there to draw attention to her hairless sex as an exclamation point?
Diana was shapely, curvy, and well-proportioned. She had the womanly bosom her daughter was denied. They sagged a bit. Di took some solace in the fact that her nipples still faced forward, and men still lusted after them.
She had a nice round ass. She wasn't fat, but well-endowed. Queen's song, "Fat Bottom Girl" could have been written about her.
Di wasn't comfortable showing her labia. She preferred to keep her pubic hair. She trimmed them.
Dan was a big man. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had thick strong legs. His penis was thick and strong, as everyone could see. The naked women gave him an erection.
Jeff was a stocky, good-looking lad. His build resembled Dan's but on a smaller scale. He was shorter and weighed less. He had a nice penis. It was normal, making it smaller than Dan's.
Anytime Marla got naked, Jeff got hard. Seeing Diana naked was a nice bonus.
Diana smiled and said, "There. Did everyone get a good look at everyone?" She spun slowly to show her whole body.
She said, "Jeff, Dan is a great lover. He has the benefit of age and experience. He knows how to make love to a woman, how to read her, learn what she likes, and he has the control and stamina to give women orgasms."
She went to Jeff, grabbed his cock, and squeezed it. He flinched.
She smiled and said, "This is going to be a hands-on teaching session. You have a nice cock. It's big and firm enough to pleasure any woman."
She tugged on it, pulling him along. She took him to a bench seat she'd had Dan construct and said, "You and I are going to sit here and watch Dan make love to Marla. Feel free to ask questions. I'll pause things when I think you need to get a better look or understanding.
She stroked Jeff's dick and said, "Marla and Jeff, I know this is weird and embarrassing. Trust me, it's for your benefit. If I didn't think it was the only solution, I wouldn't be naked and showing you my saggy breasts and fat ass."
"You're beautiful," Jeff and Dan said in unison.
"Thank you. That's kind of you to say. Jeff, I hope you say that to Marla every day, and not just when she's naked and about to have sex with you."
"He does. Mom, are you going to hold his penis the whole time?"
"Not the whole time," she chuckled. "I'll be friendly, and Dan is going to be intimate with you. Please be responsive to him. It's for Jeff's and your benefit.
"Do you both understand and accept this?"
The teenagers nodded.
"Dan, take Marla to the bed and make love to her. Jeff, I'm going to stimulate you while you watch and learn. If you feel an orgasm developing, squeeze your penis. Like this."
She tightly gripped his penis just below the bulbous head.
"Oh!" he cried out.
"Sorry, but it's not supposed to feel good. This is the squeeze technique. Grip your dick firmly to prevent your cum from flying out and to get your brain's attention. Tell it you don't want to climax now."
She relaxed her death hold and slowly stoked him.
Dan and Marla knelt on the bed and looked into each other's eyes. He said, "Hello, beautiful."
She smiled and said, "Hi, Handsome.
They kissed and nothing more.
"He began with a compliment and a nice kiss. Great start. Ease into it. Notice how unhurried he is. He isn't grabbing or groping her."
Dan fell on his back and pulled Marla on top of him. He ground his dick against her clit, caressed her ass, and kissed her.
"Mmmm," Marla moaned, and she dry-humped him.
This went on for a while. Each moaned and groaned.
Dan reached into her butt crack and pushed on her anus.
Marla squealed and shook her ass to displace his hand.
"Hey, " Jeff objected. "He's playing with her butthole. She doesn't do anal sex."
While he was grousing, Marla giggled and squirmed.
Diana said, "I believe you. I'm not saying you have to try everything full bore, but you need to explore Marla's boundaries.
"She's told you that she doesn't want a cock to penetrate her bottom. How about a finger? Or the tip of your finger or tongue? What if you pressed, licked, or rubbed her anus? Maybe? She may not know the answers to all these questions.
"You and she need to discover her likes and dislikes. Do it in a gentle, playful, and non-threatening way. Read her reaction. Dan lightly touched her butthole. If he'd gotten a strong 'no' verbally or if she had pulled his hand away, he'd have stopped and moved on.
"She didn't say, 'More. Harder. Deeper' in words or by moaning either. How do you read her reaction?" Diana asked.
"She was surprised, embarrassed, and found it ticklish."
"I agree. Is there a place for doing the unexpected and good-naturedly teasing your partner? I think so. I don't want a dick up my ass, but a little touching or a sloppy lick can be fun.
"If Dan hadn't checked, he and Marla wouldn't have known. It's your job to explore her body and learn her likes and dislikes.
Dan reached further south and fingered the eighteen-year-old. He said, "Your pussy is hot. Hotter than most women."
Marla sighed, giggled, and said, "I've heard that before."
Dan and Marla continued to kiss while he touched her pussy.
Diana stopped stroking Jeff and said, "Turn toward me." He did. They partially faced each other. She grabbed his left hand, placed it on her right boob, and said, "Explore. Play with my breast. I'll give you five minutes to learn what I like and don't like."
He squeezed it with too much force.
"Ouch! Be gentler."
"Sorry." He pulled his hand away.
"I didn't tell you to stop or never squeeze my boob. What did I say?"
"Be gentle."
"Correct, so squeeze it gently."
He did. She cooed, "Mmmm," and smiled. "Continue exploring."
Jeff caressed her breasts and touched her nipples. She moaned and smiled. Other actions made her grimace or make noises, expressing her displease.
She said, "You're getting good at learning where, and how and how hard I like to be touched. And you're doing it respectfully. Thank you."
He pulled his hand away and said, "Yes. It's easy. You'll tell me by your body language and the sounds you make."
"That's what today is all about, learning. Why have you stopped?"
"You're my girlfriend's mother I shouldn't...you know...
"What? Enjoy yourself? Provide me pleasure? I get it today is confusing. Let me set you straight. Dan and I are here to teach you and Marla. We can't do a good job without physical contact.
"You and I are going to fuck. Dan and Marla are going to fuck. Dan and I are going to watch you and Marla fuck and critique both of you."
Jeff's eyes widened, and his head snapped back.
"Yeah. This is going to be real," Diana said. "I'm giving you a grade of 'Incomplete'. You learned how to touch my breasts, but you only used your hands. What about your lips, mouth, and tongue? You didn't suck my nipples."
"Some women like rough nipple play: biting, pulling, pinching, and twisting. I don't. You should ask first because some women are really sensitive. It would be okay to capture a nipple between your teeth. Don't apply any pressure before you know what she likes. You have to ask."
Diana chuckled. She said, "All women are different. We have different likes and dislikes. The pressure you can apply will vary not only among women but with the same women.
"It varies due to where we are in our menstrual cycle. A week or two before our periods our breasts are more tender. It usually goes away when our period begins.
"It also depends on how aroused we are. The more aroused we are, the more pressure we can tolerate. Some women want rougher treatment when they're excited.
"I know this is confusing," Di said and laughed. "That's why every time you're with someone, start gently and..." She stopped talking and looked at him.
It took Jeff a moment to realize this was a quiz. He answered, "Be gentle and read their reaction."
"Exactly. Let's watch Dan and Marla."
They turned toward the other couple. Diana grabbed his right hand and put it between her legs. She grabbed his cock and stroked him. Jeff got the message. He gently explored her pussy. He touched her vulva and ran his fingers through her curls.
Dan sat cross-legged and put Marla on his lap. He kissed and licked her nipples.
"I hope you aren't avoiding her chest because she doesn't have boobs like mine. You may not know this, but women have nerve endings in their areolas and nipples. Marla has as many nerve endings as I do.
"Since she has less flesh, they are packed in there, making her nipples more sensitive than mine. Don't neglect them. Big or small breasts are an erogenous zone that can give a woman pleasure. Marla is already self-conscious of her flat chest. If you ignore her nipples, you make her feel deficient and unattractive.
"Oh," Jeff grunted.
"Dan could have gotten access to her chest in a variety of positions," Di said. "Why do you think he chose this one?"
"They're close. She can see his face and look into his eyes."
"Yes. Watch her hips."
Marla was moving her hips in a circle.
"Are they fucking?"
"No. She's sitting on his cock, and she is grinding her clit on his stiff dick. Female orgasms are all about clitoral stimulation. Why miss a chance to get her some?"
Jeff nodded and studied what Dan did. He had been kissing, licking, and sucking on her nipples. He said, astonished, "He's biting her nipples!"
"And?"
"And Marla likes it. Look at the expression on her face and how she's breathing."
"Good. She's not like her mom, my daughter likes rough nipple play. Whatever turns your crank!"
Marla smiled and winked at her mother. Dan used his teeth to pull on her nipple, she moaned and slowly released a breath.
Jeff slipped a finger inside Diana.
"Uh-uh," Diana chastised him. She released his dick and grabbed his wrist.
He pulled his finger out and said, "I thought you wanted me to touch you. To explore."
"I do as long as you are careful and gentle. There's no more tender area on a woman than her vagina. The outer part, my labia, is regular skin. The internal tissue is a more delicate membrane. Never put anything, your penis, a toy, or your finger, in there dry. You can tear the soft tissue.
"I wouldn't have objected if you had licked your finger, it had lube on it or was coated with my fluid. Anything going inside a woman needs to be lubricated. Saliva will do. Lick your finger and try it again."
Jeff licked his finger and hesitantly slid it inside the older woman.
She sighed and rewarded him by rapidly stroking his dick.
"Oh!" he moaned. He leaned into Di and sucked on a nipple while his finger explored her cave. His breathing became audible.
"Oh. Oh," he moaned into her soft breast. "Uh-oh. I'm going to cum," he warned.
"No you're not," Diana said. She had been expecting this. She quickly grabbed his penis by the head and squeezed hard.
"Fuck!"
Everyone looked at him, saw his expression of pain, and heard him groan.
Diana said, "This shortcircuits your orgasm and prevents ejaculation. We'll give it a minute, and then you can suck on my big tits again."
Dan resumed playing with Marla's nipples.
Diana released Jeff's penis and cradled his head against her chest. He suckled. "Wow!" he thought. "Her breasts are great. I wonder if I can find an excuse to play with her big soft boobs again?"
Diana ran her hand through his hair and said, "You waited too long. When you first felt your cum rising, you should have told me to stop touching your dick and stopped fingering me. If you nick it in the bud, it's less painful.
"When you're inside a woman and you're worried that you are losing control, pull out. Squeeze your dick if you have to. Monitor yourself and act accordingly," Diana said.
Dan kissed both of Marla's nipples and said, "Has anyone ever told you your nipples resemble Nilla wafers?"
Marla blushed and punched him in the chest.
He loudly kissed her areolas and said, "Time to eat your pussy. Lie down, please. Jeff, if you can pull yourself away from Diana's teats, I have a quick lesson for you."
Jeff blushed, came, and knelt beside his girlfriend. Dan was on the other side. He said, "Spread your legs, Darl'n."
Diana joined them and teased, "Marla, thanks for shaving. It makes this next bit easier. Jeff, look how wet and how lubricated her pussy is."
Di ran a finger across her daughter's slit and held it up, showing everyone how shiny it was. It was wet with Marla's fluid. She said, "Dan, is preparing her well to be penetrated.
"I've been telling you that clitoral stimulation is essential for a woman to climax. I want to make sure you know where it is. It can be a little tricky to find since it's tucked inside her inner labia and underneath its protective hood.
"For some women, the clitoris is easily visible and accessible. That's not the case for Marla and me. Ours is hidden under the clitoral hood. Like much we've discussed, every woman's vulva is unique, and the clitoris can vary in size. It can be about as small as a pea or as big as a thumb."
She gave him a quick tutorial on a woman's genitals, using her daughter as the model. She pointed out each structure, using its clinical name.
She said, "Let's find her clit."
She gently pulled apart Marla's labia majora and said, "You see those thin flaps of skin? Those are her labia minora, and they are her second layer of protection."
Di used her index fingers to spread them open and said, "Now we see the goods. At the bottom of her slit is the opening to her vagina. The smaller opening above that is her urethra, where her pee exits, and above that, where her inner labia join, is her clit.
"We have folds of skin that surround and protect our clitoris. On some women, it is completely covered; others are barely covered. I'd say Marla's is somewhat covered. Jeff, can you see that little nub of tissue."
She pointed at a pink blob.
"It's our version of a penis. It's our pleasure center, and it swells and stiffens when we are aroused. Ours is not as visible and large as yours. That's what we are searching for. That."
Diana touched her daughter's clit twice to make sure the teen saw it.
"Oh!" Marla gasped.
"Sorry, Babe," Di said. "We've come this far. I have you open wide. I want to make sure he sees it.
"Jeff, it is easier to feel than to see. It is a nub, a small hard button. If you put your finger in a woman's slit and move it up, you'll feel a bump at the top.
"Try it."
Jeff licked his finger and did as he was told. He smiled when he touched it. Marla gasped. He said, "Yes. There's a bump!"
Diana rose. She was on her knees with her legs spread and said, "Find mine."
Jeff licked his finger and reached under the woman. He started at the back of her gash, gently ran it through her split lips, and found the bump.
He excitedly announced, "There it is!"
He pressed too hard.
Di grabbed his hand, pulled it from between her legs, and said, "Remember, that is the most sensitive part of our body. Do you think I complained about how you touched my breasts? You better be even more careful and gentle down there."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. You're here to learn. Now you're going to learn how to perform oral sex."
Diana reclined, spread her legs, and said, "Eat my pussy."
"Why can't I do Marla?"
"You will when you prove you know what you're doing."
Dan went down on Marla. Jeff hesitantly went down on his girlfriend's mother.
Marla moaned, groaned, and squirmed.
Diana lectured, corrected, and coached Jeff.
"OOHH" Marla cried out as she climaxed.
Diana took longer, but she moaned and came on Jeff's tongue.
Diana gasped and enjoyed her climax.
Jeff knelt over her and smiled proudly as if he'd conquered the world.
When the women recovered, Jeff said, "Diana, thank you for all you've taught me. Can I lay with Marla now?"
"No. Dan is going to fuck her."
"Why?"
"For the same reason that you are going to fuck me. To learn. She needs to know what great sex is, and Dan can give her that experience. You can't yet."
Dan wet the tip of his dick and slid it inside the teenager.
"Oh. Fuck!" Marla gasped.
Jeff deflated. He looked like the boy who dropped his ice cream cone.
Diana caressed his cheek and said, "You didn't know how to stimulate Marla's nipples. She didn't know that even without boobs her chest could be a source of great pleasure.
"When you both know what to do, what you're capable of, you will share exquisite pleasure. That's our goal. Marla is not going to fall in love with Dan, and Dan's not going to ruin her for you.
"He comes back to me. You and Marla will grow closer because of the great sex you have."
Diana reclined, spread her legs, and said, "Put your cock in me. You can have Marla if you prove you're no longer a one-minute man. She deserves a lover who can pleasure her until her eyes roll back into her head, not a boy who loses it and cums before she sniffs the beginning of an orgasm."
She held out her arms. Jeff knelt between her legs, rubbed the tip of his dick on her wet gash, and thrust.
"Oh!" they both moaned as he slid inside her. He bottomed out.
"Nice," Diana said. "You spread me well."
Jeff got off her and grabbed his dick. He performed the squeeze maneuver and explained, "Ah. I don't want to mess this up. Your pussy is hot. It feels like a volcano.
Diana chuckled and said, "So I've been told. I appreciate you being cautious. While we wait, let's stay busy. Kiss me."
She sat up; they kissed. Jeff was weird about it. Di stopped and said, "Yes, this is awkward. You need to pretend you're with Marla. If you took a break from screwing her would you just stand there, holding your dick? It's a mood killer, isn't it?
He nodded.
"Do whatever you need to to prevent premature ejaculation, but keep the party going."
She stared deeply into his eyes and saw him change from scared to resolute. He pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her lips.
"Mmm," she moaned, expressing her approval.
They made out. His hand squeezed her breasts.
He pushed her onto her back, mounted her, and slid inside her fiery pussy. He tentatively banged her for a minute, pulled out, and went down on her while squeezing his dick.
He re-entered her. They screwed for a couple of minutes. He pulled out and sucked on her big tits while holding the tip of his dick.
He mounted her again. Thrust twice and came.
"Ohhh! Oh!".
Dan and Marla paused and joined Diana in looking at Jeff. Di continued to roll her hips as cum blasted out of his penis. She held the young man tight and said, "You were doing so well."
She let him catch his breath and said, "Let's give it another go."
She pushed him on his back, slurped his noodle into her mouth, and proceeded to suck his dick.
"Oh, God! What are you doing? That's fantastic!"
Di pulled off, smiled, and said, "I appreciate the compliments. It's just a blowjob."
"It's a terrific blowjob. "I've never had one like that," he gushed.
"I've sucked your dick many times," Marla said defensively.
"Yes, but not like this!" Jeff froze. Dan could see the gears turning in his head as the teen realized he should not have been so enthusiastic about Diana's BJ.
Dan came to his rescue. He put his hand on Marla's chin, caused her to look at him, and said, "Darl'n, Jeff and I love you, but you give terrible blowjobs."
"Oh!" She looked shocked.
"Babe," Diana said. "A blowjob is a skill. Like any skill, it can be learned."
Diana went over the basics: wet the prick, be careful with your teeth, have an active tongue, etc. She demonstrated some moves on her daughter's finger and had Marla perform them on her finger.
"Okay," Di said. "Now practice on Dan. Dan, give her feedback."
Jeff whined. "Why can she practice on me?"
Diana grabbed an ear and pulled the teenager to her. She whispered to him, "Dan will critique her and correct her technique. Do you want to be the one who tells her she's still doing a lousy job? You're already in the doghouse for saying, 'Your mother gives killer blowjobs'."
"Oh. You're right."
Diana pushed his head to her chest and whispered, "While your girlfriend is distracted, why don't you suck on my tits. We both know you love 'em."
He did and feasted on her big soft breasts.
Dan was honest with Marla. He criticized and corrected her, and praised her when she deserved it.
"Darl'n, you've got it," Dan said. "Great technique, great eye contact, and you mixed things up well. Go suck Jeff."
Diana barely heard his words. She was in a trance, loving the attention Jeff was giving her boobs. She pushed Jeff off her and said, "Jeff, Marla's got a treat for you."
"Huh!" Jeff had been in the zone. It took a second to recover.
"I'm going to suck your dick, Sweetie," Marla said gleefully.
"Oh. Ah. Great."
Marla went down on him and showed off her improved BJ skills.
"Hey. This is great!" Jeff exclaimed.
Dan slid over and quietly asked Diana, "Babe, are we done?"
"No." She laughed and said, "Don't try and tell me you aren't enjoying Marla. She is young and beautiful."
"She is, but she isn't you."
"Ahh. You sweet-talking man. Another reason I love you." She kissed him.
"Oh! Marla!" Jeff cried. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, grabbed it, and squeezed the tip.
Marla giggled and said, "I almost made you cum!"
"You were great," Jeff said. He pulled her to him with his free hand and kissed her.
"Darl'n," Diana said, teasing her man. The rest she said so only he could hear. "My pussy is full of Jeff's cum. I don't want to give you sloppy seconds." She laughed and added, "My daughter would never speak to me again if I didn't let her enjoy your girthy cock one last time."
Dan looked at her, shook his head, and said, "You confuse me."
"Go fuck my daughter," Diana said. In a louder voice, she said, "Jeff, you're with me. Before our detour into BJ lesson land, you disappointed me. I expect you to do better this time."
"I've learned a lot," Jeff whispered to Marla. "I think we can handle it."
His girlfriend responded in a quiet voice. "We've been stumbling in the dark, thinking we knew what we're doing. I thought I gave great blowjobs. You thought that if you did what you liked and climaxed, I would too. We're learning the truth.
"Do you think this is a cakewalk for Dan and Mom?"
"No."
"Let's show them the respect and thanks they deserve by seeing this through."
Jeff nodded and kissed her.
The men stood and moved to their assigned partners.
Jeff said, "Dan and Diana, I know this isn't easy for you. I can't think of anything that would be this awkward and embarrassing. On behalf of Marla and myself, I want to thank you. You are changing our lives and saving our relationship."
Dan and Di smiled and graciously thanked him for his kind words.
Jeff looked at Dan's dick and said to himself, "His cock is bigger and thicker than mine. Marla will enjoy that, but mostly she will enjoy being fucked by someone who knows what he's doing.
"I can't change the size of my penis, but I can become a skillful lover and I will!"
The men lay with the women. They showered them with compliments, kisses, and soft caresses. Each was unhurried as they engaged in foreplay.
Their intentions and attitude were clear. This was all for and all about the women.
The women lay back, relaxed, and enjoyed the attention and the sensations.
Not that the men didn't have a good time. Dan appreciated Marla's youth. Jeff got a kick out of Diana's soft curves. He devoured her big soft breasts.
She squealed like a little girl when he rolled her over and played with her round bottom. He manhandled her fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart. He licked her asshole.
It was clean, but the action felt dirty. While she giggled, he explored it further. He kissed and shoved the tip of his tongue into her nether region, causing her to gasp.
He was emboldened.
He stuck a saliva-covered finger in her pussy, swirled it, and gathered her fluid. He brought the finger to her anus and pressed. For them, the room was quiet.
She wondered, "Is he?"
He thought, "She's told me she doesn't want to have anal sex, but a sloppy lick was okay. She's not objecting. She could end this with a word or by rolling over, but she hasn't done either."
Jeff drove his finger in. Slowly, until it was buried in her ass.
"Ohhh!" was her response.
Jeff's dick lurched. He smiled and repeated the maneuver twice times.
Diane rolled over. She said, "You naughty boy!" and kissed him.
^^^
Dan made love to Marla like it would be their last time together. They kissed and stared into each other's eyes.
She sucked his cock, showing off her new skills. Dan groaned. His expressions of pleasure meant the world to her.
Dan returned the favor and went down on her. He savored her tangy fluid and enjoyed her soft flesh.
"Ohhh!" she yelled and climaxed. Her cry came at the same time her mother moaned loudly as her virgin ass was skewered.
^^^
"You had your fun," Di said to Jeff. "You're the only man to penetrate my ass. Don't press your luck. Eat my pussy and make me cry out like Marla just did.
Jeff went to town on her. He was gentle and persistent. He was playful and everywhere, and when she was thoroughly aroused, he focused on her nub and brought her great joy.
"Oohhhh!" she gasped. Her body spasmed.
Dan and Marla had been fucking when they heard her orgasmic cry. They looked over and caught Jeff's eyes. Dan said, "Good job, son."
Marla smiled and said, "Remember how you did that, Jeff. I want one just like it."
Jeff smiled bashfully. On the inside, he was shouting, 'I am the man!'.
"Mount her quickly, before she recovers," Dan said. "She's multi-orgasmic. She likes it when a cock penetrates her before the good feelings are gone."
Jeff got on top of Diana and slid his steely cock into her blast furnace of a vagina.
"OOHH!" she hollered. Her eyes shot open, and she asked, "How did you know?"
"Dan shared your secret."
He smiled and rode her hard and steadily for five minutes. Then he pulled out.
Di opened her eyes and said, "That was lovely. Do you need a break?"
"Nope," he said. "It feels like cheating. Me taking advantage of your unique predilection."
"Oh, really," she responded.
"Yes. I'm going to make you cum on my cock on my own." He rolled onto his back. "While we take a break, get on your hands and knees and dangle your breasts over my face. I'm going to make us happy."
Diana was impressed with his confidence. She got over top of him. Gravity stretched her heavy boobs. They hung and swayed just above his mouth. He went to work on them: kissing, squeezing, sucking, and rubbing his mouth and face on her beautiful, bountiful breasts.
She moaned; he oohed and ahhed.
"Enough foreplay," she cooed.
She grabbed his dick, aligned it with her hole, and sat on it.
"OH!" they moaned, and she slid down his rod.
She rode him. He rose so he could kiss her.
Again, their bed sharers heard them and looked over. "I want to be on top," Marla said.
"All you have to do is ask, Darl'n," Dan replied.
They switched places. Marla rode him and ground her clit into his body on every downstroke. Dan peppered her chest with light kisses and sharp nips on her nipples.
"Bastard," she gasped.
^^^
Jeff sucked on her jugs as Diana used his stiff cock for her pleasure. She moved her hips in a circle, slammed down on his rigid rod, and tilted her hips to make him rub her g-spot.
Oh! Mmmm," she moaned.
As Jeff nursed on her stiff nipples, he reached between her legs and bracketed her clit with two wet fingers. He applied light pressure.
"Ohhh! Diana moaned.
^^^
Dan sat tall and kissed Marla. The young woman embraced him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. Dan pulled his legs in and crossed them, so they transitioned to the lotus position.
"Oh! You're in so deep," Marla sighed. "I love this position. It's so intimate. I can kiss you and stare into your eyes."
"Lucky for me," Dan said, "that you're so flexible. And hot. And a great kisser. And your pussy is so wet and warm."
They laughed.
^^^
"Mmm, I like this," Diana purred. "You have my whole body involved. There's a hard cock in my pussy. Your fingers are stroking my clit, and my boobs and nipples are getting all the attention they can stand.
"Bravo, Jeff. You're going to make me cum."
Her movements became more frantic. She lifted her body higher and slammed down onto his cock forcefully. Her mouth fell open. Her breathing became louder.
"Kiss me," she begged.
They kissed and rutted. Her body spasmed. She gasped, cried out, "OOHHH!", and came.
Jeff felt her hot pussy become hotter. Her internal muscles gripped his penis. He thrust into her and groaned as his dick exploded, filling her with gobs of cum.
They held each other tightly and kept their lips pressed against each other.
^^^
Dan and Marla had been kissing, sharing breaths, touching each other's faces, playing with their hair, and rocking gently. When they heard the other couple orgasming, they picked up the pace.
Dan thrust more forcefully, and Marla responded by throwing her hips into him. He dropped his arms from her back to her butt and pulled her into him.
"Oh!" she cooed.
They fucked, staring into each other's eyes as their pleasure built.
Dan pushed her onto her back without breaking their connection. He drove his cock deeply inside her. She moaned placed her heels on his buttock, and pulled him into her.
They moaned and rutted.
"Yes! Yes. Yes," she cried out with every thrust.
Egged on, Dan became more fierce. He pounded her.
She whimpered in rhythm with his thrusts, "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Excited, he fucked her harder.
She screamed, "Yeeessss!"
She came.
He came, groaned, and collapsed. He slid off the slender woman. They shared a smile while experiencing great orgasms.
^^^
The couples sheepishly pulled apart.
"Great job you two," Diana said. "You passed our sex education course."
"Thanks for doing this," Marla said.
She kissed Dan, crawled over to her mother, and kissed her on the lips. That was a first. Instantly, she worried that she made a mistake. She was relieved when her mother put a hand behind her head, pulled her to her, and returned the kiss.
Marla gazed into her mother's eyes and said, "Thank you." She whispered, "I owe you one."
The women threw some clothes on and went to the bathroom.
Dan and Jeff wiped their genitals with clothes. Jeff said, "I don't know how to repay you. You and Diana saved my ass. Marla was growing tired of my quick trigger. She would have ended our relationship."
"Love her with all your heart and your soul."
"Yeah. Right. I will." He put on his pants.
The women returned.
Marla took Jeff's hand and said, "Let's go. Thanks again."
Diana locked the door behind them, put her back against it, sighed, and said, "I can't believe we did that. I've never had sex in front of people. Oh my God! One of them was my daughter!"
"Yes. Tonight was a night of firsts," Dan said. "I think it helped. Jeff was grateful, not just for getting to bang you. He said he learned a lot."
She came to him, hugged him, and asked, "I believe we helped them. Did I ruin things with us by having sex with Jeff?"
"No. A slice off a cut loaf isn't missed."
Diana tilted her head, looked at his deadpan face, and was unable to get a read. She said, "What are you saying?
"Once the end has been removed, it is not readily apparent exactly how many slices of bread there are. so if one is missing..."
"Are you saying that since I'm not a virgin, you don't care if I play around?"
Her facial expression showed her confusion and rising anger.
Dan said, "I'm sorry. That was mean. I don't like my girlfriend having sex with other men. I don't like her cumming on their cock. I didn't enjoy discussing premature ejaculation.
"I understand why it happened. I agree it was necessary. You did them a solid and probably saved their relationship. You also let me enjoy your daughter. Many parts of this night confuse me."
"Maybe this will help," Diana said, "I love you. I believe you love me deeply, and that gives me the courage to make outrageous demands of you. There's nothing I won't do for the people I love. Right now that's you and Marla.
"I did feel a twinge of jealousy when I saw you balls deep in my daughter, but I put you through a lot tonight. You deserved some compensation, and my daughter, she's like her mom. She enjoys a fat cock, so I was paying you both back for the embarrassment I caused."
"Well," Dan said, "as someone smarter than me once said, 'We are in a horrible situation that we might not survive. I think the old rules of society no longer apply. Why not grab whatever fun and joy we can?'"
Diana jumped into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said, "Thank you for forgiving me."
They kissed, hugged, screwed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
^^^
Diana woke the following morning at 7:45. When she realized what time it was, she woke Dan and said, "Get up. The next couple is coming in. We need to dress, get these dirty sheets off the bed, and put on the clean ones."
They barely got the job done before Jim and Julie knocked on the door at eight.
"Hi," Diana said when she opened the door. "You might want to leave the door open for a bit. It was a busy night, and the room smells of sex."
Julie wrinkled her nose and said, "Yes. That's a good idea." She looked at her husband and said, "Jim, next time you're out gathering supplies, grab a scented candle. This room has poor ventilation."
Dan and Di were red-faced as they left the lovenest.
Jim locked the door behind them, smiled, and said, "What a great idea this space is. I see some of your artwork is on the walls."
Julie came to him and smiled as she hugged him. "Yes. Those are my drawings."
Jim ran his hands under her top up her back. He hugged her; they kissed.
"Let me help you," he said as he undid her bra.
"Thanks. I can't take a deep breath. That thing's so tight." Her eyes twinkled, and she said in a sexy husky voice. "Do you want to undress me completely?"
"YES."
They laughed. Jim undressed his pregnant wife, quickly stripped, and they lay on the newly changed sheets. He kissed the tip of her nose and pulled her on top of him.
They kissed, and he groped her round ass.
"You like my new booty? I have junk in my trunk!"
He laughed, grabbed and squeezed a butt cheek, and said, "Yes. I like my bootylicious wife."
She rose, shook her breasts, giggled, and asked, "Any opinion on my tatas?"
"I love'm!"
He brought his lips to her engorged pair and sucked on her enlarged nipples.
"Careful! They're tender," she advised.
He lightly suckled and said, "It's a good thing your boobs are so big because the baby is not the only one who will be drinking your mommy milk!"
They kissed. Jim enjoyed his wife's voluptuous body.
They made love tenderly twice and lay naked in each other's arms until it was time to clean up and leave.
^^^
That morning, Diana saw Jeff walking alone to the bathroom. She popped up and followed him. She caught the door before it closed.
Jeff was turning to lock it. He saw her and said, "Oh, Diana. Do you need to use the bathroom? I can wait."
"I need to watch you use the bathroom."
"What?"
She entered, closed, and locked the door. She said, "I'm checking to make sure you are putting in the work?"
"Huh?"
"Every time you pee you should be flexing your muscles and stopping the flow."
"Oh. Ah. Sure. I'm doing that." He reached for the lock and said, "I'm taking this seriously. I appreciate what you and Dan did for us...for me."
She stood with her back against the door and crossed her arms.
"You're serious about staying?" he asked incredulously.
He gave in, walked to the toilet, and whipped out his dick. He pee splashed into the bowel. He stopped the flow, let it restart, and stopped it again.
When he exited the stall, Di smiled and said, "Don't forget to wash your hands." She left.
^^^
Marla and Jeff entered the old sheriff's office after lunch.
He said, "You won't believe what your mother did this morning."
"What?"
Jeff told her about the encounter in the bathroom.
"I'm not surprised," Marla said. "She's thorough. Did she watch you pee?"
"No. She stayed out of the stall and listened."
"Good. And you're doing your Kegel exercises?"
"Yes. I want to be a better lover. To satisfy you every time," he said. He embraced her, and they kissed.
They kissed as they undressed.
When her top came off, Jeff kissed and tongued her nipples.
"Mmmm," she moaned.
When her underwear came off, he kissed and tongued her pussy, tasted her nectar, and diddled her clit.
"Ohhh!" she sighed.
She lay on the mattress and let Jeff explore her body. He kissed her everywhere and told her she was beautiful.
He flipped her over and enjoyed her firm bottom. While there, he touched and licked her butthole. She giggled at first. Then she relaxed, spread her legs and cheeks, and invited the attention.
Jeff lapped her anus and shoved the tip of his tongue inside.
Marla was silent.
Jeff took the fact that she didn't object as consent. He kissed her bottom and fingered her pussy. He gathered her fluid on his index finger and slid it inside her ass as he had done to her mother.
"Oh!" she moaned. She moved, helping him digitally penetrate her bum.
He slowly sawed his finger in and out of her butt while his thumb pressed against and rubbed her clit.
"Oh!"
"I love you. Every part of you," he said.
He pulled his finger out of her and turned towards her feet. He grabbed her right ankle and raised her foot. He kissed her heel and ankle. He caressed her foot, touched every toe, and kissed the sole of her foot.
He pulled her left foot to him and said, "You have beautiful feet and toes." He inspected it and showed it the same reverence.
"Thank you," she said. "It's nice being naked with you. It's comfortable and relaxing, but let's get back to why we're here."
Marla got on her hands and knees and guided Jeff to his back. She grabbed his cock and showed off her skills.
"Oh, God! That feels great!"
She sucked him in earnest then toyed with him. Then she went at it full bore.
"Oh! Oh! Babe, you're going to make me ... .Ohhhh!" he cried as he filled her mouth with spunk.
She giggled in between swallowing his shots of cum.
His dick shriveled. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, gasping for air.
"That was spectacular, he said.
"Better than my mother?"
"Absolutely!"
"Liar!"
She pounced on him, laughed, and kissed him. Her lips were warmer and softer than usual. She French kissed him; he did not explore her oral cavity.
He did roll her onto her back and explore her vagina.
She moaned, sighed, and rested a hand on his head as he delighted her with his tongue, lips, and fingers. He didn't stray and revisit her anus. He focused on her pussy and achieved his goal.
"Oh! Oh!" she moaned and arched her back.
He sucked on her clit and heard her orgasmic cry.
"Ohhhhh!"
That fiery feeling of pleasure raced through her body.
After rest and some water, they began again. This time, the loving-making was relaxed. Their hunger quenched the unhurriedly sixty-nined.
Marla scooted forward and straddled his hips.
They did reverse cowgirl. Then, switched to regular girl-on-top.
He rolled her over. They did missionary. He knelt between her thighs, placed her ankles on his shoulders, and plunged into her.
He guided her to her knees, and they finished simultaneously, doing it doggie style.
As they lay panting on the bed, Jeff felt immense pride. He'd fucked Marla to an orgasm.
"I did it!" he shouted. "Sex is so much better when we both climax."
"Yes. That was great sex," Marla agreed.
"It wasn't that hard. You sucking my cock and letting me climax helped."
"That wasn't my intention. I like sucking dick. Now that I know what I'm doing, it's fun and empowering for me. You did a great job going down on me."
"I had to," Jeff said. He laughed and said, "I can't fuck you until you have an orgasm."
"I like that rule," she said and kissed him.
"So the rest was okay?" Jeff asked. "I had to pull out of you a couple of times because I was getting close."
"It was great," Marla said. "The breaks were not a problem. We kissed and transitioned to other positions. You didn't ruin the mood or anything like that."
They washed, lay naked, and talked until their time in the lovenest was up.
^^^
"I hear you're a pervert," Dan said to Diana as they undressed in the sheriff's office.
"What?" she squawked as she dropped her bra and bared her breasts.
"What would you call a woman who listens to a guy peeing?" he asked and laughed.
She stepped out of her underwear, scratched her trimmed pubes, and said, "Very funny. I was checking to make sure Jeff was following through on his exercises. I didn't touch him or see his dick."
They came together. The teasing was over. They made love passionately. They only came once, but it was powerful and satisfying.
^^^
Trudie sauntered up to Max and said, in a sultry voice, "Hi."
Hi."
"Want to be my friend?"
"Excuse me?"
"If you haven't noticed, you and I are the last ones standing. The other adults have paired up. You can wait years for one of the female teenyboppers to grow up or ..." She paused, leaned down so he got a good view of her cleavage, and said, "You can be my partner."
He teased, "Do you require the usual? A full-throated proclamation of my love and a promise of life-long fidelity?"
"No, and you won't get that from me." She cupped her tits and made them appear even fuller and bigger. "I'm like a thoroughbred horse. They are bred to run. I was made to fuck, and you are my best option.
"The other women are wary of me. They want a man, children, and a house with a white picket fence. They will be upset if their man lies with me, and their vows of love make them off limits to you."
"I see," Max said. "You and I are on the outs. I'd be glad to be your partner."
They went into the lovenest and tore into each other. Love was not on display that evening. It was all raw sex.
There were no soft kisses, or deep searching looks into each other's eyes. The evening was hot, dirty, sex.
Trudie deepthoated Max. He rewarded her by pulling out and cumming on her tits and face.
She laughed heartily, pushed him on his back, and planted her hairless pussy on his face. She said, "Eat me!"
She didn't get off him until his talented tongue made her orgasm and squirt on his face.
"Did you just piss on me?"
Trudie laughed and asked, "Haven't you heard about women squirting? It's the female equivalent of you ejaculating." She rubbed her cunt against his face and said, "I've got lots of fluids down there. Does it smell or taste like urine?"
He tasted what was on his lips and said, "It's not pee."
They fucked. She was amazing. She was very flexible, strong, and insatiable.
Trudie was a world-class dirty talker. She wasn't shy. She said fuck, cunt, and asked to be called a slut.
She was not the kind of woman who lay there and cooed and moaned. She was an active participant. She pulled his hair and slapped Max.
Trudie didn't stop until she'd had four orgasms. Max had three and was exhausted.
He lay on the bed sweating and gasping for air and said, "No one has fucked me like that."
"I'm the GOAT. If there was a Hall of Fame for sex. I'd be in it."
^^^
Max slept soundly.
He was awakened by Trudie's lips sucking on his morning erection.
"Hey, Lover," Trudie said when he groaned and woke up.
She returned to her work and gave him a fabulous blowjob.
"Ohhh!" he cried out when he climaxed. She swallowed his load.
As he lay in bed enjoying the feeling of ecstasy, she stood and dressed.
"That was a great BJ," he said. "Don't you want me to return the favor?"
"Nope," she said. "The secret to success is to always leave them wanting more." She went to the door, blew him a kiss, and said, "Bye, Lover. Oh. I can count on you to change and wash the sheets, right?"
She smiled and slipped out the door.
^^^
Diana joined Dad at the front window and handed him a cup of coffee. She said, "The sun's out. It looks like it'll be a nice day."
"Yes." He took the mug, sipped the steaming liquid, and said, "Thanks."
He gazed out the window and said, "There're less of them out there today."
"Does that mean you're considering a supply run?"
"Yes. Talk to everyone and make up a list."
^^^
Jim, Jeff, Diana, Max, and Marla joined Dan in the lobby. Dan smiled at his son and said, "I'd invite you to join me for this outing, but I understand you have laundry to wash."
"Har. Har," was Max's response.
"Jim, Jeff, Marla, and I can handle this shopping trip," Dan said. "Max, guard our home and get the stains out of the sheets."
Dan looked out and said, "This looks like a good time to go. There are only a few of them out there. Everyone ready?"
He looked at his crew. They were armed and ready. Dan unlocked the door and went out. He easily guided the team to the store across the street. He guarded the front door. Jim was at the back. Jeff and Marla filled their bags.
"How's it look?" Marla asked as she brought a bag to Dan for him to carry.
"Not bad. Only a dozen on the street. Did you get any scented candles?"
"I'll do it now," Marla said.
Two minutes later, Jim shouted, "We have company." He killed two of the lurching creatures.
Everyone looked his way. They saw more monsters.
"Run! There's too many," Jim shouted as a dozen appeared. He engaged the front line. Others were behind them.
Jeff and Marla dropped their bags and picked up their weapons. Everyone ran to help Jim. Shots were fired. Heads were bashed. Dead zombies fell to the floor. Others stepped forward, snarling and reaching out for the humans.
Marla stepped behind Jeff and said, "Give me a second to reload."
He battered the zombies in front of him.
"They're too many," Dan said. "Fall back!"
He and Jim stepped backward. Jeff didn't. He was quickly surrounded.
"NO!" Marla screamed. She unloaded her clip. Heads exploded, but she couldn't save her beau.
She stepped forward and hit a zombie in the head with her empty pistol.
Dan grabbed her shirt and yanked her back. The buttons on the front of the shirt popped off. The shirt ripped, exposing her nipples.
Dan grabbed her and pulled her to him. He shouted, "We're getting out of here!"
The threesome bolted for the front door. They stepped out on the porch, and a voice said, "You aren't going anywhere."
Dan recognized the voice. He saw a being. The face was covered by a kerchief. The body was wrapped with rotting human flesh. It led a posse of zombies. They filled the street.
"Stan?" Dan asked.
Stan pulled down his kerchief and smiled. He put it back in place and said, "Surprised? I bet you thought I was dead." He laughed.
He slapped the back of one of the zombies and said, "These creatures are easy to fool. They aren't smart, and they don't see well. They rely on their sense of smell."
He lifted a piece of flesh and said, "I smell like them, so they accept me. Controlling them is a bit like herding cats."
He laughed. "I managed to keep them off your street so you'd feel safe to make a supply run. Then, I gathered a group and sent them into the back of the store to force you into the street where I've assembled a large crowd of hungry zombies."
Stan pulled out a gun and pointed it at Dan. He chuckled and said, "I have a dilemma. Do I shoot you or should I let my new friends eat you? Hmmm."
He pointed the gun at Jim's head and then Marla's. He lowered it to her chest and said, "Girl, the world won't miss you. You have no tits."
"Argh!" she shouted in anger. She threw her empty gun at him.
He ducked. It missed him and bounced off one of his zombies.
He laughed and said, "You're all dead! Bon apitite, comrades." He pushed the zombies on either side of him forward.
Dan swung an ax and took the head off the one on the right. More swings busted more heads.
He fought thru the horde to get to Stan and drove the ax through his sternum and into his heart.
Jim and Marla also battled the creatures. They were successful in keeping them at bay.
"Come on. Let's get inside!" Dan shouted.
He grabbed Marla's hand and dragged her behind him as he ran like a fullback. He shouldered aside the weaker, uncoordinated creatures, and Marla safely traveled in his wake.
Jim followed too. He tripped over a Zombie on the ground and went down. Zombies swarmed him.
Dan and Marla heard his cries of pain as he was eaten alive. Dan glanced back, knew he couldn't save him, and led Marla to the sheriff's office. Max was outside clearing the area so the supply runners could safely return.
Diana opened the door when they were close. Dan shoved Marla inside.
Di hugged her daughter and covered her nakedness with her shirt. She'd removed it. Her breasts were covered by her bra.
Dan said, "Jim is lost. Marla's inside. Go in, Son. I'll follow you."
Max cracked open the skull of an old man, and he kept the naked school teacher, Nancy, at bay. He watched her big tits jiggle and said, "Get inside Pops. I'll be right behind you."
Dan quickly dispatched a zombie and slipped inside.
Max toyed with Nancy so he could look at her magnificent pair. A boy snuck up behind him and bit him in the calf.
"Ow!" Max complained and swatted him away.
Nancy pounced on him and bit him in the neck. Two others jumped on him.
"MAX!" Dan hollered. He slammed his palms on the glass door. Tears came to his eyes. He couldn't see his son because so many zombies were on him.
"No!" he cried.
Marla and Diana grabbed him and dragged him away. He turned, took two steps, and fell to the floor. The women hugged him. They all cried.
Julie fell into Miss Alice's arms when she realized that her husband wasn't coming back to her.
It was a somber day for everyone. The kids recognized the gravity of the losses. That night, Marla lay with her mother in the sheriff's office. They slept poorly.
^^^
The next day was quiet. The weather was gloomy. The sky was gray; a light rain fell. Julie and Marla skipped meals and stayed in the lovenest. The other women came in and took turns commiserating with the suffering women.
Dan brooded and drank.
The next day was the same. That night, the women slept together in the sheriff's office. Di held her daughter. Trudie spooned the pregnant redhead. Their shared loss brought them closer together.
The afternoon of the third day, Diana grabbed Dan's hand and dragged him into the office. She said, "I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you. My daughter needed me, but you suffered a terrible loss too."
They hugged for a long time. Both wept.
Diana slid out of his arms and knelt in front of him. She unzipped his pants, reached in, pulled out his dick, and quickly popped it into her mouth.
"You don't have to suck my dick," he said. "I'm not in the mood for sex."
She didn't stop. She didn't give him her wildest and craziest blowjob. She nursed on it. It was more comforting than sexy.
Dan stopped protesting.
"Oh," he moaned softly. He relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy her warm mouth and the love behind what she was doing.
"Oh! Oh!" he hollered as his balls boiled and cum flew into her mouth.
She swallowed. Her hands cradled his butt cheeks. When his dick was a nub, she pulled off and said, "I want you to know. I love you. I'm sorry I haven't been as available as I should be."
"You have to take care of Marla."
She nodded and said, "Thank you for understanding. Miss Alice is available if you need to talk. Trudie will be glad to comfort you. To distract you with sex."
"I don't..."
She put her finger to his lips, shushing him, and said, "You've suffered a major blow. Allow your friends to help. One slice off Trudie's loaf won't be missed."
Dan guffawed. Di laughed with him.
She hugged him and said, "You have people who care about you. Let them help. If by mistake you talk to Trudie and bone Miss Alice...It's okay."
They laughed again and rejoined the others.
^^^
Miss Alice sat beside Dan as he was looking out the front window. She didn't speak. She hugged him and pressed her bony body against him.
Five minutes later, she was still holding him. No words had been spoken, but both had tears running down their faces.
Another five minutes passed. They were in the same position. They had stopped crying.
Trudie stood in front of Dan and reached out her hand. Dan took it. She led him to the lovenest and locked the door.
She stripped and undressed him. They had sex.
Dan treated her roughly. She was barely wet when he turned her over and thrust his dick inside her. He pounded her from behind and came without any concern for her.
He collapsed on top of her.
She moved and spooned him as he rested.
After a bit, her hand fondled his dick. Her mouth followed, and he got hard again.
She mounted him and rode him. They sighed and moaned.
Dan came out of his funk, touched her beautiful breasts, and asked, "Why are you doing this? I practically raped you."
"I understand you suffered a terrible loss and are grieving, but we are in a dangerous situation. It's not an exaggeration to say our fate and the fate of humankind is at stake.
"We need you back in the game. For all we know, you are the last man standing.
"This is me comforting you. I can't roll back the clock and return your son to you, but I can fuck you. I'm good at sex. Use me for a moment of pleasure or a second of distraction. I know you'll never forget, but you can move on. Like you did after your wife died."
Dan rose and put his head in her cleavage. He pressed his face against her soft boobs.
Trudie elevated herself so the big man had easy access to her breasts. She sat, barely moving, with him in to the hilt.
Dan buried his face in her tits. He squeezed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He caressed the soft flesh and lapped her rubbery teats. He nibbled on her nips as he fondled her funbags.
She enjoyed the attention, but more than that recognized that he found her breasts comforting and was pleased that she had accomplished her goal: to distract him from his pain.
After a lengthy play period with her breasts, Dan rolled her over and fucked her. He kissed her and looked into her eyes.
Their sighs of pleasure were real and led to orgasmic cries.
He cuddled with her and said, "Thank you."
^^^
After dinner, a red-eyed Marla grabbed Dan's hand and led him to the lovenest. She locked the door and said, "I feel horrible. I'm so sad. I loved Jeff."
Dan didn't know what to say, so he held her.
After minutes of silence, Marla said, "Mom, and the other women have been kind and supportive. I can't stop thinking about Jeff, and that makes me sad and cry."
She pulled her head off his chest, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Fuck me! Make me forget even if it's only for a little while."
She looked sad and desperate. Dan nodded and kissed her.
They kissed, groped, and undressed. Dan went straight for her pussy. He ate her until she screamed and climaxed.
Before she took a breath to refill her lungs, his girthy cock was inside her.
"Oh!" she moaned.
He fucked her roughly and never let her regain her footing. His hands pinched and pulled on her nipples. His mouth was on her neck and lips.
Sensations overwhelmed her.
"OHH!" she shouted and climaxed again.
Her furnace of a pussy clamped down on Dan's cock, triggering his orgasm.
They lay together a hot, sweaty mess.
Marla gasped for air and enjoyed the pleasure surging through her body. When she was able to open one eye, she look at Dan, and said, "I asked to be fuck and, boy, did you do the job!"
They laughed and rested.
After a few minutes, she crawled to Dan and sucked his dick. When he was hard, she climbed him and rode him vigorously. Dan smiled and abused her chest.
"Ohhh!" she cried. She arched her back and felt the rush of another big orgasm.
Dan smiled and took his relief with a noisy groan, "Ahh!"
They fell asleep.
^^^
A persistent rapping at the door woke Dan. He crawled to the door and croaked, "What?"
"It's me. Diana. Let me in."
"We're naked."
"So?"
Dan hid behind the door and opened it just enough to allow Di to slip inside.
Diana smiled at Dan. Marla was naked and lying on her side. Her back was to the door.
"Aww!" Di sighed. "What a cute bum!" She noticed the dribs and drabs of cum that had oozed out of her pussy and made a shiny glaze on her butt and thigh.
Diane stepped closer and looked at her daughter's face. She said, "She's down for the count. The poor thing needs to sleep. She's taken Jeff's death hard. Get dressed, Dan. Let's let her sleep."
Dan put his clothes on. Diane covered her daughter's naked form with a sheet. They left the room.
Diana hugged Dan and said, "Thank you. She needed that release. I'll thank you later." She kissed him on the cheek.
Dan got a cup of coffee and checked the perimeter. All doors and windows were locked. He looked outside and didn't see a lot of zombies.
During the inspection, he studied his fellow captors. He said to himself, "Dammit! I have to be more careful. Our small band is now tiny. There's me, five women, and twelve children."
"I cannot lose another person!" Dan said out loud.
Miss Alice was walking by, heard him, and said, "It's not all on you, big guy. But you're correct. We cannot lose another person."
The old woman pointed at the children and said, "They are scared and suffering. I'm not blaming you, God knows you've had a lot on your plate, but how many of these girls have you spoken to? Do you know their names?"
He shook his head no.
"You need to get to know them, and they need to know you."
Miss Alice looped her arm in his and led him into the bullpen where the kids were. She introduced everyone. She started with the oldest girl.
Dan repeated the child's name and made a note, an association, in his mind to remember her.
Miss Alice told one embarrassing story about Dan when he was her student and four positive ones.
Then they played a game. Miss Alice wrote names of famous people alive, dead, or from fiction on post-it notes. She went around and stuck them to Dan's and the children's foreheads.
Everyone sat on the floor and took turns asking questions that would identify their name. People laughed at the questions and the answers. Girls squealed when they solved the mystery.
Dan played dumb and was the last to guess his character.
That game was followed by a game of musical chairs. Everyone was laughing or giggling during this game. It was fun for those playing and those watching. Even Julie smiled.
^^^
Dinner was a happier affair compared to the last couple of nights. Marla joined the others for the meal.
Afterward, everyone played charades.
The kids were put to bed, and Diana took Dan into the love nest. They kissed as soon as the door was locked. Within a minute, they were naked.
Di blew Dan.
"Babe, you're the best," Dan said as he pulled his dick out of her mouth. He put her on the mattress and showed her breasts a lot of love.
"Mmm. Thanks for showing my old saggy boobs some attention. After enjoying Trudie's bigger, firmer, younger breasts, I'm lucky to get a lick."
His face turned red. Trudie did have better tits, and Dan had enjoyed them.
Di laughed and said, "Ha! Gotcha!"
"Trudie has a remarkable body," Dan said, "but she's not you. I love you. Say the word, and I'm yours exclusively."
She tousled his hair and said, "I love you, and I know you love me."
She repeated the words her daughter had said to Dan.
"We are in a horrible situation that we might not survive. I think the old rules of society no longer apply. I'd love to marry you and claim you as mine, but what about the others?
"I'd be sentencing Marla, Trudie, and Julie to a life without a man. Without a partner or a lover.
"And what about the girls? What if more men or boys never show up? They will never experience love or sex. They will never have children.
"Dan, I love you, but I must share you."
She spoke these earnestly. Her expression changed to a more playful one, and she repeated her daughter's words.
"Please kiss me. Put your fat cock in me. Help me forget about this nightmare for a few minutes."
Dan was stunned. He took a moment to digest what she said and he replied, "Wow! I'm lucky to have met you. You're amazing!"
He kissed her.
After extensive foreplay, she got her wish. His fat cock split her labia and stretched her vagina. He stared into her eyes, and his dick plumbed the depth and breadth of her pussy.
Over and over again until Diana couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" she moaned. An orgasm caused her body to spasm.
Dan felt her body lock up. He felt her pussy grip his cock, and he came inside the sexy loving woman.
^^^
The next morning, Diana told the women about her decision: that she was going to share Dan.
"Fat lot of good that does me!" Miss Alice teased. "I'm a lesbian."
The women laughed. Trudie and Marla thanked her. Diana turned to Julie and said, "You don't have to say anything. It's an option. Maybe someday you'll want more children."
Dan adopted a new routine. He still checked the security of the building multiple times a day. He made it a point to have an individual meaningful conversation with each woman daily. He had kisses for Diana, her daughter, and Trudie.
He played with the children and got to know each girl.
Dan slept in the sheriff's office. The women took turns at night. He was available to anyone during the day.
After a delightful night with Marla, he was surprised to see her at his door the next night.
"What? You again?" he said half teasing.
"I'm a late substitute. Mom and Trudie are on their periods."
"Oh!'
He kissed her and said, "You know you're one of my favorites."
She said sarcastically, "What a smooth talker!"
She kissed his cheek and added, "If you didn't have a big dick, you'd be toast."
Dan locked the door and made sweet love to the sweet teenager.
^^^
Two days later, Dan was staring out the window. Miss Alice was at his side. He said, "Is it my imagination or are there fewer zombies?"
"The numbers are down," she agreed. "And they're different. I'm seeing more bone."
"You're right."
"Normally, a corpse, not embalmed or buried in a coffin, decays in thirty days. The internal organs decompose in two to three days. The body fills with gasses and bloats. After ten days, your blood breaks down. Next, your nails and teeth fall out.
"A month after you die, your flesh liquifies, and only your bones are left."
"Are you saying this nightmare will end?" Dan asked.
"Maybe."
"Don't say anything to anyone," Dan said, "until we know for sure."
^^^
Two days later, Miss Alice and Dan were looking out the window and all they saw were piles of bones. Dan said, "I'm going outside to check."
He turned and hollered, "Marla, supply run!"
They prepared as usual, took guns, and went outside to an empty street. Miss Alice and Diana manned the door and watched them.
They went unchallenged into the general store. They encountered no creatures in the store. They took what they wanted.
"Where are the zombies?" Marla asked.
"Maybe the nightmare is over."
They gave their supplies to Diana and Miss Alice. Dan said, "We didn't encounter or see any zombies. We are going to look around."
"Be careful!" Di said.
The explorers nodded.
Marla and Dan searched the nearby streets. Not seeing any zombies, they walked further. Dan explained the theory that exposed bodies turn into skeletons after a month, and the zombie nightmare had timed out.
"Has it only been thirty days?" Marla said.
Dan kicked a pile of bones, nodded, and said, "Yeah."
"If we had known," Marla said, "we would've done things differently."
"Don't play the would've, could've, should've game," Dan warned. "It'll mess with your head. Stay in the here and now. We did the best we could with what we knew. Jeff, Max, Jim, and the others died a hero's death."
Marla nodded and wiped a tear off her cheek.
"Let's not tell the others yet," Dan said. "We need to be sure."
^^^
The next morning, Marla and Dan explored the town again. They saw no zombies. They went out again after lunch and found that the coast was clear.
They searched the town for the next two days and were reassured enough to call a meeting.
"I have some good news to share," Dan said to the group. "Marla and I have made six exploratory trips around town and have not seen a single zombie."
He paused to let the news sink in. The room was abuzz.
He raised his hands, motioned for them to be quiet, and said, "This fits one theory that the zombies will disappear after a month because dead flesh decays in that time frame.
"All we saw were bones.
"Marla and I will continue to search the area for another two days to be sure, but this nightmare may be over."
The crowd stood and cheered. Everyone smiled and hugged one another.
Trudie asked Dan for a celebratory fuck. They got together before dinner, and it was the usual: wild, enthusiastic, blow-your-mind sex.
^^^
Diana was Dan's bedmate that night. They stripped.
"Yippee!" she hollered, and she jumped on him.
The sturdy man caught her. She threw her arms around his neck. His arms were on her lower back and pinned her to his frame.
They smooched, grinned, and kissed.
Dan brought her down and laid her on the mattress. He nuzzled her neck and boobs. He sucked on her stiff nipples.
"I feel wonderful," Di said. "What a relief the zombies are gone. I feel great. I feel young and hopeful." She smiled, looked him in the eyes, and asked, "Can you give me a baby?"
"I can try. Maybe I already have."
They made out. They sixty-nined. They ended up in the missionary position, staring into each other's soul, making love.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned as she climaxed.
"Oh!" he groaned as he filled her with baby batter."
^^^
Two days later, after no zombie sightings, everyone went outside. Marla and Dan were armed to the teeth and watched over the group. They didn't see any threats.
The kids ran and played. They went to the park and played on the teeter-totters, slides, and swings. The adults breathed the fresh air and soaked up the sunshine.
Visits were made to the general store. The kids got candy and snacks. The adults got provisions and alcohol. They also went to a clothing store, and everyone got at least one new outfit.
They had an extravagant dinner that night. When the kids were put to bed, the adults broke out the booze and partied in the sheriff's office. Things got wild.
Julie wasn't drinking. She excused herself when Trudie took her top off and demanded Dan take off his pants so she could suck his cock.
Dan was tipsy and undressed. Di, Marla, and Trudie got naked and downed shots. The women took turns blowing Dan.
Trudie was handsy. She cupped Diana's boobs and pinched her nipples. She grabbed Marla's ass and slipped a finger inside her pussy.
The women were drunk and laughed it off.
The three women rolled around on the mattress, taking turns kissing Dan. When not kissing Dan, they sucked his dick, rubbed up against him, or each other.
Trudie laughed and caressed the mother's and daughter's chests and bums. She had no qualms rubbing their clits and her own.
"Line up girls!" Trudie shouted. She lay on her back and spread her legs. She got Marla and Diana to do the same.
Dan got on his hands and knees. He moved down the line, giving each oral sex. If he could reach the others, he fingered them.
Diana and Dan sixty-nined.
Trudie and Marla made out. Marla appeared fascinated by the bleach blonde's tatas. She squeezed and caressed them. They kissed and fingered each other.
"Oh!" they moaned.
Diana spat out Dan's dick, straddled his hips, and impaled herself with his thick member.
"Oh! Nice. Stretch my pussy, big man."
She casually rode him and watched the women kiss and caress. She smiled and said, "You girls look like you're having fun. Does that mean I don't have to share this thick cock?"
"Oh, no, Mom," Marla said. "Trudie is beautiful, but I love dick. Get off that sexy man and let me have a turn."
Di got off Dan, and her daughter took her place. The two older women watched Marla sit on Dan's steely dick. They heard her moan and smiled, knowing how good it felt to be with Dan.
Diana looked at Trudie and asked, "Do you want a turn?"
"I love being with Dan, but he can't handle three of us. Marla can have him." Trudie placed a hand on Di's thigh, slid it an inch toward Diana's vagina, and said, "I could make you happy."
Di grabbed the other woman's hand, moved it off her thigh, and said, "No thank you."
Trudie nodded and didn't press the issue.
Diana stood, dressed, and quietly left the room.
Trudie moved next to the couple and got involved. She kissed Dan and fed him a tit. He suckled.
She caressed the front and back of Marla's body. She pulled and pinched her small nipples, making the young woman gasp and curse.
Trudie straddled Dan's head. She lowered her pussy on his face and leaned in to kiss Marla.
Dan fucked Marla and ate Trudie while the women kissed.
Trudie enjoyed Dan's tongue on her cunt and the young brunette's tongue in her mouth.
This action went on for quite some time.
"Oh! Ohhh!" Marla moaned and climaxed.
Dan gave a muffled cry and shot his load into the teenager.
Trudie lifted her vagina off Dan's face and hugged and held Marla as the eighteen-year-old experienced pure bliss. The women fell to the side and off of Dan.
When the orgasming couple recovered, Dan asked, "Trudie, can I do something for you?"
"Another time. I'm glad I was able to help you two cum."
Dan washed his junk, dressed, and left the lovenest. He found Miss Alice and Diana sipping Jack Daniel's in the lunch room. He sat at their table.
Miss Alice poured him a glass. She raised hers and said, "We made it."
They touched glasses and drank,
Miss Alice said, "Our next challenge is repopulating the Earth. Diana, can I count on you to produce a child?"
The middle-aged woman shrugged.
Miss Alice looked at the big guy and said, "Dan, as far as we know, you're the only man alive. Can you protect us? Can you give Marla, Trudie, and Diana babies? And, when the girls mature, can you impregnate them?
"You're humanity's last hope."
Dan looked gobsmacked. He swallowed the liquor and stared blankly at the old crone.
The End
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In the eyes of most people, the world went to hell on January 17, 2017, when the zombie plague got unleashed and ninety percent of the human population turned into nightmarish ghouls hell-bent on eating the flesh of the other ten percent. For me, things went to hell long before that. It began exactly four years before the Big Event, in the City of Johannesburg, in the Gauteng province of the Republic of South Africa. Oh, silly me. I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Anneke Tannhauser, and I was born in the environs of Johannesburg to Afrikaner parents of German descent. My family has been in South Africa for well over a century, I think. We've seen it all, and been through it all, before and after apartheid, and the interesting times that followed.
I'm a proud Boer gal through and true, and I've got the physique to prove it. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, chubby without being fat, with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. My body is big but strong rather than flabby, my bosom is big and my ass is big as well. Yet I can run faster than most men I know and I can definitely beat you in a bout of arm wrestling. I am a true Boer woman. Unlike what you hear in the media, my family never owned a lot of land and what little we got, we took care of by our own damn hands. A lot of folks from the outside world think of us Afrikaners as plantation owners in the Antebellum South of the United States of America. We're completely different from these buggers. Not to say we don't have our faults, of course. Anyhow, I have always believed in Karma, and given the state of the world right now, I'd say I was right, don't you agree?
In the years that preceded the Big Event, people were out there killing other people. The United States, Canada and Europe were fighting a war against radical Islam, both within their borders and in the distant world of the Middle East and they weren't doing too well. These Islamist militants are insane, I tell you. You cannot destroy a religiously motivated guerilla force with overwhelming technology. My parents and grandparents supported the Apartheid regime in the old days and they tried the same tactics on Zulu insurgents and fighting men from the various rebel South African groups, to no avail. When you're fighting people with nothing to lose and everything to gain, you need to stop relying on technology. you need to get inside your enemy's head.
Before you break a man's flesh, you must first break his spirit. Of course, no one can dare tell the almighty Americans and Canadians anything about warfare. I tell you, if they wanted to win this thing, they should have dropped all their nukes on the Middle East and be done with it. Of course, they don't want to be thought of as monsters, and they're trying to prove to the world that they're morally superior to the so-called evil men they're fighting. Bunch of idiots. First win the war and then worry about morality, otherwise forget about it.
I've always been good when it comes to strategy, especially when the endgame is the destruction of one's enemies. Before Apartheid ended, my parents trained me to defend the farm against all enemies. After the end of Apartheid, the world relaxed and thought that all South Africans, both black and white, would hold hands and sing Kumbaya. Well, in real life it doesn't work like that, no matter how many Truths and Reconciliation councils you hold. There are many Afrikaners who hate the fact that the blacks had power now, and there are many blacks, both young and old, who would go to their graves hating us Afrikaners. Me? I'm not prejudiced. I hate everyone equally!
You see, I didn't exactly come from what you'd call a healthy environment, and I'm not referring to the fact that my parents are hardline racists. My father, Alfons Tannhauser, was a charming man. When the zombie outbreak that was happening all over the world came to Gauteng, my father, who traveled all over the province in his truck, was one of the first victims. He came home, infected, and after turning into one of them flesh-eating ghouls, he infected my mother. I put two bullets in the son of a bitch's head, then I put my ma down too. When someone becomes infected, they've got to be killed. There is no curse. It's the only way. I never enjoy killing the undead because I know they used to be people. Someone's father or mother, brother or sister. Anyhow, that's how I usually feel about disposing of them.
In my father's case, I shot him happily and eagerly even. My only regret is that I didn't do it while he was still alive. He used to beat me whenever he felt like it, and he did the same thing to my mother, Astrid Hermann-Tannhauser. Mom never stood up to dad for what he did. However, she used to take out her frustrations on me. Dad called her a frigid whore, and when he wasn't ignoring her, he was yelling at her or beating on her. Still, I was often thankful to have my dad around. You see, he kept mom's attention focused away from me. She touched me inappropriately, to say the least. I told my teachers about it and they laughed it off, telling me to stop making stuff up. The abuse continued until I left the family farm and moved to the metropolis. I enrolled at the University of Johannesburg in the civil engineering program. At long last, I was far away from my parents. I was free. I have never ventured more than a few kilometers from the family farm in rural Gauteng, far from the bright lights of the metropolis, you understand. To me, the City of Johannesburg was a brand new world!
It's at the University of Johannesburg dormitories that I met a certain person whom I'll never forget. He just happened to be on the same floor I was. A colored man named Rashid Douglas, an international student from the United States, if you can believe that. The moment I saw this tall, well-built, light-skinned young Black guy, I knew he was different. The way he carried himself, his eyes directly focusing in everyone he came in contact with, even before we spoke I knew he wasn't from South Africa. And I was right. Rashid Douglas came from Boston, Massachusetts, and he was from a mixed-race family. His father, Clyde Douglas, was black and his mother, Deirdre O'Neill-Douglas, was white. When he showed me his family pictures, I was really surprised. You have to understand that in South Africa, even after the end of Apartheid, blacks and whites still view each other with distrust. Sometimes you'll see black women with Afrikaner men, but you'll rarely see Afrikaner women with black men, because Afrikaner men ostracize white women who date outside the race. Things are more permissible for white men when it comes to interracial dating, I guess.
Now, you might be surprised as to how a Boer gal like myself, straight from the farm, warmed up to an African-American student like Rashid Douglas. I mean, my family isn't fond of blacks, and to be honest, at that point, neither was I. Not because of any feeling of racial superiority on my part but because the post-Mandela government of South Africa enacted policies of anti-discrimination which were supposed to help the blacks achieve in business, education and other areas. Those policies helped a few blacks, and annoyed a few wealthy whites, but they utterly destroyed poor white folks like my parents and myself. I didn't hate the black race. I just didn't believe anyone should be given an advantage over someone else because they claim to have suffered injustice at some point. There is injustice in the world, and it can happen to anyone regardless of color. People of all races should learn to stop whining because suffering is part of the human condition. That's my opinion as a Boer woman and if you don't like it you can kiss my fat white ass. Got it? Alright!
My first week at the University of Johannesburg was hell. It's hands-down the most prestigious school in all of South Africa, and as a country hick, I stood out like the proverbial sore thumb. To go there, whether black or white, you needed some serious money. Me? I was lucky enough to win a scholarship. The other students made fun of me for being a country gal and my rough bearing and outdated clothes didn't help matters. You'd never guess who got them off my back. The tall black guy from America. Rashid Douglas. He stuck up for me while I was being made fun of by a trio of meanies, two whites and one black. How about that? When I asked him why he was helping me, Rashid Douglas flashed me the crucifix hanging around his neck and told me that it was the Christian thing to do. I've never put much stock in religion, because it makes otherwise decent people go bonkers, but there was something about Rashid. He was...different. When he offered me his friendship, I accepted. Don't ask me why. The guy was just different, that's all.
Rashid Douglas was unlike anyone I ever met, black or white. When he spoke about his native Boston, he made it seem like a magical place. I mean, I always wanted to visit the U.S. just like everyone else on this planet. A mostly white country that elected a colored man as its President in a general election. A nation that allowed gay marriage in many of its states. Yeah, after hearing Rashid speak of America, I was dying to go there. My friendship with this charming young African-American man was changing me in many ways. For starters, he told me that he and other blacks found terms like darky, blacky or colored to be offensive. Now, I wasn't ready to start hugging every black person I encountered and apologize for the sins of the white race, but I liked Rashid. So I watched what I said around him. I cared what he thought of me, and for the life of me I couldn't tell you why.
My friendship with Rashid was hands-down one of the most important things to happen to me during that magical freshman year at the University of Johannesburg. He was my guide to a whole new world, in more ways than one. I mean, Johannesburg was the capital of my province, and he knew this town better than I did. Also, he knew everybody at the University of Johannesburg. Even among narrow-minded Afrikaners, being an American was considered cool in those days. Shows you how much we knew, huh? Anyhow, that first year at university was beyond amazing, at least to me. My whole life I thought I was good only for shoveling manure and growing crops in the same farm my great-grandparents owned. At U of J, I made new friends, and discovered new skills within myself. Always thought I had a head for numbers. At our faculty of engineering, I was wowing them with my talents. They were calling me a prodigy. I was amazed. Sometimes I wished I had someone to share it with. My parents were out of the question, of course. They would never understand and of course, they never supported anything I did. I made it to the University of Johannesburg on my own. Always on my own, that's me. Rashid showed me I didn't have to be alone any longer.
I still remember that magical night, in early December, when we first made love. We were hanging out in my dorm, playing chess while listening to music on YouTube. Rashid introduced me to Linkin Park and I must say, I'm really into them. Their song "Numb" was tailor-made for me, I think. Shows exactly how I felt about my parents, and about my life. So there we were, sitting on the couch, the African-American and the Afrikaner, playing chess and talking nonsense. Rashid looked really cool in his bright green Celtics T-shirt and black boxer shorts. I wore a red T-shirt and sweatpants. I never remember which one of us made the first move, but one minute we were looking at each other, and the next, we were making out on the carpet. It's weird how these things happen, huh?
I was laughing as Rashid and I rolled around on the floor, one on top of the other. I ended up on top of him. I looked into his beautiful face, and kissed him again. When his hands moved to my shirt and he started to undress me, I hesitated. I blurted out that I'd never done it before. Rashid smiled, and promised me he'd be gentle with me. He took my hands in his and kissed them. I smiled, for no one had ever done that to me before. I was in for a night of firsts, ladies and gentlemen. Rashid made love to me, and showed me pathways to pleasure I hadn't known existed. He kissed my lips softly, and then kissed my neck before making his way to my tits, which he massaged then sucked gently. He cupped my buttocks, smacked my ass and raised my legs in the air before sucking on my toes. I giggled because I was really ticklish. Rashid grinned and told me I hadn't felt anything yet. Then he spread my legs and began eating my pussy. My sexy African-American stud went down on me, and pleasured me like I've never been pleasured before. By the time I came, shrieking in pleasure, the man made me see stars! Grabbing the box of condoms which gets handed out to guys and gals at University of Johannesburg in an effort to combat the STD epidemic in South Africa, Rashid rolled one on his long, thick member. Looking me in the eyes, he asked me if I was ready for him. I spread my legs wide, grinned and told him to stick it in. Does that sound ready enough for you? Rashid laughed and then penetrated me, gently but swiftly. I winced at the initial pain I had been told to expect, and he asked me if I was okay. I nodded, and told him to continue. Raising my big legs into the air, Rashid began fucking me with deep, powerful strokes. We made love all night, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Yeah, that's how I became a woman. Rashid and I became an item after that night. We'd walk through campus holding hands, causing both black folks and white folks to gawk. In post-Apartheid South Africa, as I said before, you'll see a few black women with white men, but it's a rare white woman who will publicly date a black man. In class, I'd notice other students staring at me. The Afrikaner males glared at me with open disdain and more than one of them called me a traitor to the white race. The funny thing is that one of the more vocal bigots who hated me for dating Rashid was Brent, a white guy with a colored girlfriend. How about that? The hypocrite never saw the irony in what he was doing. I guess he's an idiot. Rashid and I continued seeing each other and things were getting pretty serious.
I honestly think I fell in love with Rashid. He introduced me to his parents via Skype, and they were really nice. Rashid began pressuring me to meet my parents, and I kept putting it off, not because I'm ashamed of him but because my parents are hardline, gun-toting racists. If they saw me and Rashid kissing, they'd shoot us both. Lots of Boers feel that way about interracial couples, especially when it's the woman who is white. Doesn't seem to bother them too much if the man is white and the woman is black. A white man who dates outside his race is a conqueror and a hero to his fellow white males. He's exploring new, exotic pussy. A white woman who dates outside of her race is a traitor to the white community and the cause of anxiety issues to many white males far and wide. Sad reality of the times we lived in, I'm afraid.
Rashid and I dated up until the end of the school year. At the end of May, he boarded a flight back to Europe, and from there, he would make his way toward the United States. We promised we'd keep in touch, and for a time, we did. We talked through Facebook, and via Skype. We also called each other all the time. I thought he'd come back to U of J the following September. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Rashid couldn't return to South Africa. Indeed, he couldn't even return to his old school, Northeastern University. His father had a stroke and Rashid was forced to get a job to support his mother and siblings. I felt for him, I really did. I even made plans to go to Boston to see him. Sadly, as life would have it, those plans fell through. With Rashid gone, I felt lost. I was heartbroken. When September came, I returned to school but with a heavy heart. My grades slipped. I lost my scholarship. I ended up going back to my parents farm, my own private hell. Isn't life grand?
So you see, for some of us, the advent of a zombie plague that wipes out the bulk of humanity and turns into a global war of man against flesh-eating mindless ghoul isn't the big tragedy many make it out to be. For me, the worst events of my life had already transpired long before ordinary men and women started coming back from the dead, hungry for the flesh of the living, reanimated by a virus nobody will ever understand. I am alone on the family farm now. I buried my parents by the old coconut tree near the shed. I erected a nice fence around the property. I've got canned goods and water, and enough ammo to last me and my five rifles a long good while. From time to time, zombies come nearby and I dispose of them neatly and efficiently. Dealing with the dead isn't complicated. It's the living I've always had problems with.
All the people that once made up my world are gone now. From time to time I think of Rashid. Did he and his family make it through the nightmare North America's big cities became once the undead rose? America and Canada were the first countries to fall, followed by Europe, and much of Asia. The Middle East followed. The last place where I hear people are still holding on is Australia, but that was ages ago. Who knows what happened since? I don't know and honestly, I don't care. I take care of my land. I grow my crops. I keep the farm nice and clean, just like my parents taught me. They were good for that, at least. For some of us, the end of the world isn't a big deal. You see, for me, it happened a long time ago. Long before the first zombie rose, my world ended. And if the day comes when I must go to my grave, I won't make it easy for whoever comes after me, whether man or monster. Taking the easy way out has never been my strong suit. I am a Boer woman, after all.
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This story is fictional as well as any names and people. All characters are over the age of 18. This story involves zombies and is a part 2 to Zombies Attack! After being requested by multiple fans. Please enjoy!
No one knew how long it had been since the initial outbreak. No one really cared anymore either. How many years had passed by? It just got hot and then cold and rained in between. For awhile, people were able to keep track of the days and months until phones went out and the calendars ran out of months. They all knew it had been at least a year, but after that people just stopped counting. What was the point anymore? Time no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered was survival. The sun came up and those that remained fought another day and those that raped and killed and pillaged continued their reign of terror.
There were two kinds of people now. The living and the dead. The dead ate and fucked without mercy or feeling. The living did the same. Were they so different now? Or were the dead just more honest with how people really, truly were at their most basic instinct? Eating, sleeping, reproducing. Those are all the most basic human instincts. Take away the sleeping and you have the undead. They didn't sleep, but instead they stood still under the sun while the fungus inside of them absorbed the rays. The body was kept in decent shape by eating meat or people. It didn't matter as long as the body had something to convert into energy and if there wasn't anything around then the fungus gave off its own energy to keep its host alive. A twisted, fucked up kind of symbiotic relationship.
How did the living survive? Those that somehow made it through the first few weeks and lived on? By either being smart or brave. Small communities popped up around what was left of the world and all took on trading as a form of pay. Money was worthless and the only thing worth trading was food, supplies, or water. After awhile, women became a rarity since most became infected and fled to who knows where. People set out to try and find their wives, mothers, and daughters, but none ever came back. Most didn't even know where to look. They just took off after their loved ones as they rose up from the dead and took off in a full sprint in a general location.
Because there was no longer any form of law or consequence, raiding groups were formed and they terrorized any small communities and lone travelers. That's just the way life was now. Survive or join the undead.
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~Bonnie and Clyde~
Kate and Max survived that fateful night that changed both of their lives. Whether it was destiny or luck, they were among the very, very select few that had a rare antibody that the fungus didn't like or take too kindly to. They weren't scientists and any that were still alive didn't bother revealing that fact, so no one truly knew why those that were bitten or raped didn't get turned. And most that soon discovered they were immune were either killed out of jealousy (or torn to shreds by a horde of hungry zombies) or they mysteriously disappeared. Rumors were that there was a rogue scientist that had survived the "Reset Day", as some called the first day the outbreak occurred, and he was busy working on a cure. A cure no one cared about because most of the population was reduced to a bunch stumbling zombies.
Kate and Max never forgot that night that Bob attacked Kate. Soon after, Kate and Max made the most passionate love with each other to share in the curse that wiped out most of the world. The next morning the two were surprised to find each other both alive and healthy. Bob remained dead and the horde had grown twice in size and had fully surrounded the store. The window had shattered through the night and the zombie's bodies were now forced up against the metal gate. Their cocks poked through the holes in the gate and oozed their glowing cum all over the metal and floors as they moaned and groaned.
The two slept like babies after their tumble in the sack and laughed at what had happened, but they never forgot. They took up the nicknames Bonnie and Clyde so no one would know who they were as they robbed and stole from other survivors. Max made their names more famous when he used Kate as bait to lure in horny men that needed a good time. Whether or not Kate actually slept with them was up to her, but after she gave the signal, Max kicked open the door with a shotgun in hand and either killed the man or took all of his stuff. Either way, they'd flee and repeat.
"Hey Bonnie!" Max chuckled to himself as he said Bonnie. "We got ourselves another sucker!!"
Max lowered his scoped rifle and looked down from a tree he had climbed and taken position in to watch a famous road that everyone traveled down. Kate looked over in Max's direction and winked at him before taking her place by the side of the road. Max slid down the tree and leaned up against the cabin, his rifle sitting comfortably at his side.
A lone man saw Kate standing by the side of the road and as she turned around to head back to the cabin, he followed. Once he got to the cabin he greeted the two.
"I saw the signs down the road talking about a uh, 'good time'? Said to look for a cabin with a yellow door. That right there, is a yellow door. So what's the deal here?" The man was no stranger to rip offs and always cautious. He held his pistol tightly in his hand while carefully eyeing both Max and Kate.
"Well I'm glad you asked! You see my wife and I are in need of some food and water if you have any. We're willing to trade for it. Our trade being my wife standing right here," Max waved his hand in a voila motion. Kate curtsied in a cute white with blue striped dress she had found during a mall run they had done.
The man eyed Kate up and down before a small grin appeared on his face, "So you mean to tell me that for a little food and some water I get to fuck your wife? You sure you're ok with that bud?"
Max's eyes narrowed as he stared at the grisly looking man. The man wore a torn suit jacket with a bloody white dress shirt and ripped black slacks that were torn at the knees to make them into shorts; no thanks to the heat a few months back. He had to be late 40's or early 50's, but it was hard to tell ages nowadays. Everyone always looked tired and run down.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying. We aren't about to starve here and if I got something that no one's seen in a long time, then I'd say that's a hell of a deal. What's your name?" Max asked after crossing his arms when the man loosened his grip on his pistol seeing as the two meant real business.
"I see. Well if you ask me, that's a little slice of heaven and I ain't about to say no. I do have a little bit to spare and if she's good, I'll part with a lot more than that. Been a long time since I've been with a woman. All you see nowadays is those damned zombies with their pricks swinging around. Gets old you know? My name's Gaven. And yours is?" The man reached out a rough hand to shake Max's hand.
"Nice to meet you, Gaven. My name's Clyde and this here is Bonnie," Max replied as he shook Gaven's hand.
Gaven laughed. "Bonnie and Clyde huh? Don't suppose that's your real name's, but who cares nowadays. Don't think you're gonna rob me or nothing. I will be alone in there with your wife after all so that's a big risk bud."
"Oh we know. Same goes for you. I'll be right outside this door so if I hear any funny business someone's getting shot. Got it? This is a fair trade," Max replied as he tapped his shotgun that rested across his back.
Gaven stared at Max for a minute before agreeing and opening up his backpack. "How's two cans of peaches and 3 water bottles sound?"
"4 water bottles and you have a deal. Fair is fair. Two for her and two for me. A can each and its even," Max replied.
Gaven quickly agreed and set the cans and bottles on the table next to Max.
"Alright. A deals a deal. Bonnie go ahead and lead our kind stranger into the cabin. I'll be right outside Incase you need me."
Kate bowed in front of Gaven and took his hand leading him inside of the cabin. Max shut the door behind them and leaned against the wall taking out his lighter that he bought from Bob and flicked it open. He lit a cigarette and gave a big puff before sighing and smirking to himself.
"Another one. Damn Kate they just can't keep their eyes off you can they?"
He put the lighter away and took another puff from his cigarette and awaited the signal from his wife.
Kate let Gaven set his stuff down on the dinner table and led him over to the small living room in the cabin. There was a large red couch that sat in the middle and a mattress that lay across the floor with pillows and blankets laying everywhere. Gaven followed in suit, his rising cock leading the way.
"So, young little vixen, how often you get men out here taking your husband up on his offer?"
Kate smiled as she let him sit on the couch and began slowly dancing around in front of him, lifting her skirt a little to show her upper thighs.
"Oh not very often. We were actually hoping someone would come soon or we'd have to leave and find another spot. We're running low on food and we don't usually do this kind of thing." Kate bit her lip after lying and thinking about how much fun it was teasing these men and either letting them live or taking their life. That, of course, was after she decided wether to fuck them or not. All she had to do was moan, "Oh Daddy!" And Max would bust through the door with a shotgun in hand while she dove to the ground.
"Is that so? Well I must say, I am very glad you have made it this long. You are a very beautiful woman. How old are you exactly?"
Kate did a small twirl which lifted her skirt high enough so he could see her round, soft peach shaped butt. "When Reset Day happened, I was 21. How about you?"
Gaven got the biggest, stupidest grin across his face when he heard her age. "Wow. Well I feel like a dirty old man now. I hit 52 the day before Reset Day."
Kate smiled at Gaven as she dropped to her knees and ran her hands up his legs, tucking her slender fingers up his makeshift shorts and grabbing ahold of his hardening cock.
"You're lying! You look at least 35! And this hard cock you got right here feels pretty strong." She gave it a soft tug which made Gaven shudder in pleasure. He hadn't been touched by someone else like this in years and now he had a young married girl toying with him.
"I don't lie Bonnie. You know, you actually kinda look like Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde. You're both blonde, blue eyed and petite," Gaven went on before closing his eyes as she gave his cock another small tug.
"Well thanks Mister. Guess that's why we gave ourselves those nicknames. Let's see what kind of snake you got hidden in there."
Gaven smiled and stood up to remove his shorts. His large cock came into view of Kate and she smiled at how hard he was already. His cock was thin and slender. It had two veins that lead up the shaft and a bright pink head. A small pearl of clear white precum oozed from the tip as he sat back down, his balls resting against the couch seat.
"Wow!! That's a pretty big cock you got there old man! And those balls must be packing some cum huh?" Kate giggled to herself playing her innocent part a little too well.
Before Gaven could answer her, Kate decided to unzip her dress letting it fall to the floor and fully exposing herself to Gaven. His jaw nearly hit the floor when her pale, hourglass shaped body came into view. She resembled a smaller hourglass. Her breasts had to be C-Cups and spotted cute little pink nipples, but her pussy was astounding. It was neatly tucked between her outer lips and completely shaven.
"How in the world are you able to shave little girl?" Gaven had to ask. His beard had been driving him nuts the last few months.
Kate moved her arms forward and tucked them together between her legs making her breasts squeeze together. "Oh I do my best to find razors whenever I can. My husband likes me clean down there so I try."
Gaven licked his sun chapped lips as he almost started drooling. His eyes scanned every inch of her perfect body in absolute astonishment about how lucky he was.
"My, my. What a body you have on you. You're husband is truly something to share you with me. That trade was definitely worth it. Come here and let me touch your breasts. I haven't held a pair of breasts in my hands in so long I just about forgot what they feel like." Gaven stretched his greedy hands out towards Kate as she slowly stepped forward and stood in front of him. Her perky breasts rested right in front of his face.
He grabbed both of her breasts in his hands and gave them a soft squeeze.
"Wow. So young and youthful compared to my age. Jesus and all of his Shepard's am I a lucky man. Just, wow."
Kate blushed at the compliments he gave her. Usually the men were too eager to compliment and dove straight into just fucking her. She moaned softly as she felt his rough fingers roll her nipples around before softly tugging on them. Gaven tugged her nipples upwards and let them go making her breasts softly bounce in front of him.
Max finished off his cigarette and looked at his broken watch that only counted up to 35 before it reset to 0 and repeated.
"Damn. No signal yet? Kate must be toying with this guy. He kinda looked like Bob so I'm not surprised," Max whispered to himself. He looked up at the sun and took a deep breath before moving to a hidden peephole he had made to keep an eye on Kate. He watched while slowly rubbing his hardening cock.
"Yup. There she goes again. Always the tease."
Kate let her breasts dangle in Gavens face as he buried his dirty face between them. He took a long breath, breathing in her sweet scent before rolling his face all over her young breasts. He then slipped one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it while playing with the other one. Kate moaned softly and looked over at the peephole to see if Max was watching. Sure enough, she saw his blue eye staring right at her. She smiled at him and gave a wink. She planned on letting him have his reward for being polite. Maybe she might kill him after. She hadn't decided yet.
"Easy old man. You're gonna suck my breast dry!"
With a trail of saliva leading from her pink nipple to his mouth he looked up at Kate and grinned with missing teeth. While playing with one of her breasts he used his other hand to slide down Kate's smooth stomach and dip between her legs. He felt her gushing pussy and smirked at her as she moaned when he inserted a finger.
"Wow aren't you a dirty little wife? Your husbands over here letting some old man like myself fuck his beautiful little wife? How naughty of you both," he whispered as he slowly fingered her aching hole.
Gaven continued, turning himself on even further with his dirty talk, "You're old enough to be my grand daughter you know that? Does that make you feel bad? Letting your grandfather touch and play with you like this?"
Kate let out a moan as she came on his fingers, coating them in her juices. Gaven removed his fingers and smiled.
"Did you just cum on my fingers? Bad girl. Turn around. You need a spanking," Gaven commanded as he slowly stroke his cock that was now oozing with precum.
Kate turned around as commanded and bent over exposing her dripping cunt to Gaven. She felt his hand grab her ass before slapping it. She let out a moan as her ass jiggled from the hit. She felt him rub the other cheek and circle his finger around her birthmark on her cheek before slapping it once again.
"Yeah you are a bad little girl. Getting off to strangers fucking you while your husband is out there waiting. I bet your husband loves that little beauty mark you got on your ass huh?"
Two more slaps followed making her knees buckle. Red handprints began forming on her rear and she wiggled her hips playfully at him for it. She felt him grab her hips and lower her down to his cock. She watched as his drooling pink head disappeared between her legs. Soon, his whole cock entered her tight hole making both of them moan. As she bottomed out on his cock, she could see a small bulge in her stomach from his cock and it twitched with each heartbeat.
"God damn you are fucking tight! Oh man. I forgot how good pussy feels. I feel like my balls are ready to explode already."
Kate wiggled her hips which made his cock grind around inside of her. Gaven let out a loud moan as she swirled her hips around in a circle. She felt him dig his fingers into her hips to try and slow her down before he busted inside of her. In return, she stood up off of his cock which only made it bounce around with the need to explode. Gaven spanked her ass hard as she turned around and faced the door. She grabbed the back of the couch and bent over.
Gaven rubbed her soft, warm ass before sliding his hands down her back and under her chest where her breasts were dangling. He played with them for a minute while he aligned his cock back towards her pussy. He moaned as he slid back into her. Kate closed her eyes as she felt his cock slip deep into her womb once again. She felt his hands grab her hips tightly as he began pounding into her pussy. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off of the cabin walls as Gaven edged himself closer and closer to cumming.
Kate rolled her hips against every thrust he gave which only made Gaven get louder with his moaning. She felt his cock swell up and began gushing inside of her pussy.
"Oh...God!!" Gaven grunted out loud as his balls exploded inside of her.
She felt his warm cum coat her insides as his cock spilled everything it had inside of her warm hole. Kate slipped away from him making his cum drip all over the floor. Gaven stared at his oozing cock as it spurt a few more drops out onto the floor as Kate used a rag to clean herself off.
"Oh my word... that was... very much worth the food and water I gave you. You did an old man a great deed. You just about drained all I had in these balls of mine," Gaven heavily breathed as he watched his cock ooze the remnants of cum.
"Oh daddy, it was no big deal," Kate replied. Oh Daddy.
Max kicked open the door with a shotgun in hand and aimed it at Gaven who threw his hands up into the air.
"Woah Woah! Easy pal!! You said I could fuck her your wife!"
Max smiled and looked down at Gavens softened, spent cock and empty balls that sagged behind it.
"I did. And I can see she let you too."
Kate giggled playfully and finished cleaning the remaining mess up from her thighs and pussy.
"He wasn't half bad for someone his age. I think he can live."
Max lowered the shotgun, but kept the barrel pointed at Gaven, "Fair enough, but were taking your shit old man."
Gaven sighed and stared at the two bandits, "Now I see why you call yourselves Bonnie and Clyde. You know, rumors are spreading about you two. Not many people left in this world nowadays, but I figured I'd give Bonnie here a go since I ain't got much left fight in me. God DAMN was that worth it though. I'll die a happy man thanks to you're little minx here. Go ahead and pull the trigger, I'm done anyways."
Max and Kate looked over at each other and back at Gaven.
"Well that's just fucking depressing. Fine." Max sighed heavily and moved the barrel towards the ground before tossing the man's backpack over to him. "Here. Just take your stuff. I felt bad robbing an old man anyways. We weren't always like this you know? Worlds changed so much and there's so very few of us that..."
Max paused mid sentence and looked over his shoulder. A loud screech rang out through the lush vegetation that surrounded the cabin and trees. Everyone's eyes looked past Max and right through the open door. An eerie silence followed before another screeching howl repeated itself.
"What the fuck is that?" Gaven asked, slowly lowering his hands back to his sides and leaning sideways to look around Max.
Max turned around and stepped outside to get a better look. As he walked outside into the sunlight, he could hear over a hundred different moans and groans echoing down the road. There was a bunch of trees blocking his view, but he knew something was going on.
"Bonnie get dressed. I think we might have company. Gaven grab your gun and join me outside. I'm gonna get up to that tree I was in earlier and try to see what's going on. Sounds like a bunch of zombies, but what the hell is that screeching?" Max yelled back to Kate and Gaven who stood dumbfounded.
They both nodded and Kate grabbed her dress and slipped it back on while Gaven fought with his makeshift shorts and suit jacket. Max darted off towards the tree he had been perched in looking for people to rob. As he climbed up to the top and sat comfortably between the branches, he took out his scope and looked through it. His eyes widened and he looked over at the cabin as Kate had walked out.
"KATE GET BACK INSIDE!! There's a huge horde around the corner! There's some crazy ass, long armed thing in the front!" Max shouted at the top of his lungs to Kate.
It was too late. They must've not heard them coming from the commotion from inside the cabin. Max was too busy watching his wife get pounded and Kate and Gaven were caught in the moment that no one heard the hell that had arrived on their doorstep.
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~Survive~
Gaven heard what was happening and began panicking. He grabbed his backpack, zipped up his shorts and took off running through the door in a mad man sprint.
"Fuck this I'm outta here! I've lived my whole life running since Reset Day. I'm not about to die with some assholes who were about to rip me off!"
Max looked over at what Gaven was yelling about and saw him sprinting down the road. As soon as Gaven made it to the end of the pathway, the horde of shambling dead walked straight into him. Max looked away as they tore Gaven to shreds within seconds. This horde had empty bellies and full sacks judging by how hard they were.
Kate slammed the door closed and locked it behind her, stepping backwards before shoving the couch up against the only window in the cabin. She could hear Max firing off rounds one after the other at the oncoming horde of undead. The moaning got louder and louder until she couldn't hear what Max was yelling anymore. She thought she heard him say something about running or distracting, but she wasn't sure. The amount of bodies that collided with the cabin were so great that the walls shook as they all hit at once. She saw hands slap at the window and banging on the door as she stepped farther away in shock.
They had made it this far avoiding hordes and any kind of confrontation from the undead and now karma had made a full circle and came back to bite them in the ass, literally. More gunshots went off in the distance as Max continued trying to take out as many as he could.
Max was stuck in his tree as it was quickly surrounded by zombies. They all crashed into the tree and encircled it with their arms stretched upwards trying to claw at his feet. Some even managed to touch his boot depending on their height.
He looked down at the clawing dead as they all bumped into each other with rock hard erections. Just their cocks slapping against the tree made them spray precum across the bark and each other as they bumped into one another. With how long it had been since Reset Day, he wasn't surprised with how scrawny and skinny the zombies had gotten. He figured the fungus must be the only thing keeping them alive at this point as they probably ate almost anything they stumbled across. There weren't enough survivors to feed them all and Max wondered what would happen when they all died. Would the undead die with them? Or would they be doomed to wander the Earth forever hungry and on edge?
He fired another round through one of their skulls and spit towards the ground, "Fuck."
Kate began firing rounds from her pistol she got at the gun store at any zombies that poked their head through the shattered window.
Pop. Pop.
Seven out of 10 times she would actually hit their heads. She was no marksman like her husband. In fact she had never touched a gun until the Reset. Needless to say, Kate ran out of bullets fast and Max had the excess ammo with him up in the tree. More and more rounds continued going off from outside, but to no avail. There were too many of them.
Kate rested against the door to keep it from popping off the hinges with all of the bodies clashing against it and she slowly vibrated with each hit. A splintering sound caught her attention.
Kate looked over as a hand came bursting through the door and grabbed her arm. She pushed harder against the door as it started splintering. The door was too old to hold up against this many banging bodies. Another crash and a second hand came through the other side. That hand was followed by another and another until there were six hands clawing at her. Three on each side and she grunted loudly as she fought to keep the door standing upright.
As the undead felt her arm and dress they began grabbing at her making Kate move her head side to side to avoid slaps and scratches. Two hands had grabbed ahold of her dress and began pulling on it to free her from the door towards them. Kate watched as her dress started tearing, hands grabbing it in all directions until her breast popped free.
"Fuck, fuck!"
A cold, dead hand grabbed at her breast before gripping it and tugging on it. Another hand shot through and grabbed the other side of her which forced her other breast free in which it was promptly grabbed by another greedy hand. While her breasts were being roughly fondled, other hands had continued their assault on her trying to pull her towards them. She felt cold fingers grab her waist and thighs tugging in each direction as she was groped by the undead while trying to keep the door from being removed. All Kate could do was look down at the cold, dead hands that groped her perky breasts and toyed with them in every possible direction to try and get her off the door. She couldn't help but let a small moan escape as she felt their finger tips glide across her sensitive nipples after the recent fuck she just had.
Max saw the zombies squeeze up against the door and shove their hands through. He began firing in that direction being very careful to choose which one he shot. A wrong move and the bullet could hit Kate. That's when he saw the Thing that was walking in front of the pack. It was like a giant ogre of some sort with long arms that dragged against the ground like an ape. The fungus must have started trying to evolve its host to stay alive and catch its prey easier. That was the only explanation.
Max watched in shock as it stood above all of the other zombies in height and it's cock had been warped to that of a monsterous cock 4 times the size of any normal cock. It's balls were practically dragging on the ground with how hunched and huge they were. Max regained his focus and began firing rounds at the beast trying to take it down. If he could drop it before it got to the door then Kate had a chance; however, round after round that he fired did nothing to the creature. It shook off the bullets like they were nothing but an annoyance.
It reached the door easily and with a strong enough punch, blew the door down along with whatever Zombie happened to be caught between its fist and the door.
Kate went toppling over as the door shattered around her and knocked her into the living room. She saw over a dozen hungry eyes staring at her before she sprinted into the bedroom and dove under the bed. The zombies flooded inside of the cabin trampling over each other, their cocks colliding into one another as they fought to get through the doorway. Max began firing his rifle at the creatures thick skull which only made its head bob around like a bobble head. It was enough though, because the behemoth of a zombie paused its assault and froze up in the doorway blocking the way in for any would-be intruders.
"Thank God. I think Kate could handle 4 of em at least," Max sighed to himself as he rested against the tree branch empty of any ammo for his rifle.
"I guess we just wait it out. I'm out of ammo and seeing as how I don't hear anymore shots from Kate, she is too."
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~Immune~
Kate stayed hidden under the bed as she watched ugly feet pace by her back and forth searching for her. Things were knocked off of shelves as they stumbled around the room trying to find their meal. Kate trembled in fear as she watched their shadows move across the room. She watched as yellowish goo dripped from their cocks onto the floor around the bed as they searched. They were so full that their balls had to make room for new seed, so it pushed the excess out and onto the floor they were trampling around on.
Kate may have been out of ammo, but there were two things that killed these things and she was immune. She waved a hand out from under the bed which drew the attention of one of them. It clashed against the side of the bed moving it slightly. The hard hit dropped the zombie to its knees. The zombies overly large balls swung below the bottom of the bed giving Kate a good view of them. She bit her lip at how full he was. She was glad to be immune to whatever the hell was infecting everyone because she enjoyed toying with the undead. They weren't very clever, but they had the numbers that overwhelmed anyone else. Plus, Max allowed her to use other "tactics" when needing to move from place to place silent and unheard.
As the large marbles swung back and forth with the zombie attempting to stand back up again, she reached forward and cupped its balls in her hand. The zombie froze in its place as it felt it's balls ooze out more liquid as if someone was squeezing the cum from it's balls. She knew something was working when the shuffling of the one she had started fondeling stopped. She gave a soft squeeze and watched as yellowish, white cum splattered the floor around its knees.
She reached her fingers up farther and felt it's twitching cock. As she grabbed ahold of it, the zombie let out a groan that made the others turn towards him. She could feel how cold it was, but it was rock solid like steel and oozed copious amounts of precum. His cock felt thin but long, very long. Kate tugged it downwards toward the bottom of the bed and she could see the purple swollen tip. The cock was brown, but it was so hard and full of cum that it was changing colors. As she ran her fingers across the tainted precum, two more ball sacks dropped below the bed as the zombies attempted to find what was there.
Kate eagerly began fondling the new pair of balls while the one in the middle with the brown cock began spewing precum all over the floor with eagerness to release the tainted seed that had been stored. She watched as the brown zombie humped at the bed trying to find the hand that had held it. Kate smiled as she watched the tainted goo ooze onto the floor as the brown cock awaited more play before it released what it had been holding in for who-knows-how long.
"Wait... 1...2...3... where's the fou-.."
Her sentence was cut short when she felt a cold dead hand wrap itself around her thin ankle and yank her out from under the bed so hard that what was left of her dress lifted up over her round ass. The fourth zombie had spotted her foot poking out from under the bed and decided to give it a pull to see what was attached to it. Out slid Kate with her pale ass exposing itself to the assaulter. Within seconds, Kate felt it's cold member prodding against her juicy thighs, spewing its cold, dead seed across her inner thighs before hitting its mark.
Kate's mouth opened up for a scream as she felt the zombies rock solid cock pierce deep into her still soaked pussy from Gaven. The zombies oozing penis mixed it's liquid with Gavens as it began pouring out from the tip just from penetration.
"Holy crap these guys are really pent up," Kate moaned out instead of screaming. She felt a mix of pleasure and pain from the sudden assault on her cunt. The zombie pounded away into her furiously like a rabid animal who was sex deprived for years. She felt it's huge balls dragging against the ground and slapping her thighs with each animalistic thrust.
Her blue eyes rolled around in her head for a second as she came all over the zombies cock. Her warm juices only drove the man into a frenzy as he picked up the pace having reached his limit. The zombie groaned louder and louder, his loosely attached jaw drooling down towards his chest as his slobber leaked down and spilled on top of Kate's lower back. That's when she felt it. She felt the zombies cock swell up to an unbelievable size with a moments pause before it erupted spilling more yellowish goo than any man ever had before. The zombies balls began shrinking with each blast of its spunk as it completely emptied itself deep into Kate's warm, tight hole that milked it dry of everything it had. The zombies eyes began rolling into the back of its skull as it got weaker and weaker with each wave of cum that spilled from its cock.
After its final spurt, the zombie dropped straight backwards like a falling tree, it's erect cock making a pop sound from being free of Kate's snatch. As it hit the ground, it's cock softened and returned to its flaccid state after being hard and on edge for countless months. Kate's pussy began spewing the tainted goo in giant globs as the other three finally managed to make it around the bed. Kate looked up as they quickly surrounded her and their extremely hard cocks that had veins bulging on each side slapped her face and body as they fought each other on who would go next. Kate tried to fight them off as their erect cocks swung back and forth, slapping her cheek and arm as they continued fighting over Kate.
In fear of their spears tearing her apart, she quickly took the brown one into her mouth and touched the second. The third zombie stumbled behind her and gripped her soft hips as it thrusted around trying to enter her oozing hole. She could taste the bitterness of the cum that leaked from the brown zombie cock. She could also feel just how hard the second zombie was. She looked over to inspect the second cock and saw it was a light pink with a dark black vein pulsing on the shaft.
"Must be the fungus keeping it erect if these things are dead." Kate thought to herself as she pushed the pinkish cock side to side inspecting how long and hard it was. Just the motion of moving it side to side made the zombie groan out with precum being squirted across her wrist. The brown zombie that had its cock buried down her throat grunted and began face fucking her without a care in the world other than sweet, sweet release.
The third zombie, which looked like a jacked bodybuilder before he turned, lifted her ass up a little higher before making his mark.
"Oh FUCK!" Kate moaned out as she was forced onto the bodybuilders dick. She spit the brown cock out and looked down at her belly that now bulged with an undead cock and the last zombies seed.
As the 3rd zombie began thrusting into her pussy, the cum from the very first zombie began oozing out and spilling around the intruders tool. This bodybuilders cock was huge compared to the others and thicker than a soda can. His massive balls slapped the ground not even making it to her pussy with how heavy and low they sagged. The ground quickly became covered in wet streaks from the zombies balls as they dragged the cum back and forth that oozed from her leaking hole.
The brown zombie forced his eager cock back into Kate's mouth and forced it all the way to the back of her throat making her eyes water as she swallowed every inch. She squeezed the second zombies pink cock as she choked and was rewarded with more ropes of precum that were ejected from its swollen tip. She needed to stop the assault in her mouth or she would choke to death.
She let go of the cock she had death gripped and slapped it away before placing her hands against the undead thighs of the zombie that was choking her with its thick cock. As she pushed against the first zombie, her pussy clenched on the bodybuilder which drove it into a rage and began slamming its body into hers making her breasts jiggle around with each thrust.
"Fu..fuck...ffffuck..."
Kate moaned loudly as the bodybuilder slammed into her roughly desiring release. The brown zombie quickly shoved its cock back down her throat making her gag. Kate closed her eyes and came, her pussy clenching even harder on the assaulter behind her which was rewarded with its sudden eruption. She could feel her walls being painted with its sick, twisted, thick cum as it splattered inside of her. Her belly began slightly growing as she was filled with another load of spunk. Once the bodybuilders undead balls were completely empty, it too also dropped dead behind her. Kate shoved the brown zombie away from her making its cock spurt precum across her face as it was almost ready to cum.
"No..no more... I can't..." Kate cried out as she started crawling away trying to get back under the bed.
She felt a heavy, cold body mount her from behind and her hips were thrusted to the ground as the brown zombie she had just been sucking on forced itself into her pussy. Her knees started turning to jello as she came again just from the forced entry. The zombies cock glided into her easily with how coated her pussy was from three types of cum.
Kate looked back at the brown zombie that was now assaulting her pussy with no remorse other than release. His gaze was empty as it stared into space while giving her hard thrusts. Kate still attempted to flee under the bed, but was quickly pulled back towards the brown zombie and in doing so, she was flipped onto her back, rotating on the zombies huge, brown, undead cock. The second eager zombie clawed at her dress which easily came undone and her breasts were put on display for the greedy hands and thirsty mouth. She felt a cold, wet tongue glide around on her beautiful mounds of flesh. The zombie's eager mouth began sucking on Kate's pink nipples, coating them in a yellowish saliva which matched the color of their spunk.
Kate couldn't help but throw her head back and moan as she began playing with its cock and feeling it's hands grab at every inch of her body. She was too far gone. She had came once again, on her assaulters thin, brown cock as it quickened its pace, eager to explode inside of her and fill her with its corrupt seed. The second zombie began moaning as his cock was twirled around in circles and pulled up and down making its balls jerk around with each motion.
Almost as if planned, both of the last two zombies threw their heads back and let out a loud, ear piercing groan before unloading their heavy sacks all over her chest and deep within her pussy. Her cunt spilled out piles of goo being too full to store any more. The second spilled its cold seed all over her chest and hands as it continued emptying itself. They both gave a few last minuscule drops before dropping like logs, their once permanently hard cocks now soft and flaccid.
Kate stayed on her back, catching her breath and coated in undead semen. 4 lifeless zombies littered the floor around her, their balls finally empty. The horde outside of the house continued their endless assault of banging and scratching against the walls as some tried squeezing past the giant brute that blocked the doorway. More gunshots rang out as Max took potshots with his pistol hoping to hit anything and thin their ranks.
Kate sighed and accepted her fate as she softly turned her head towards the cabin wall. Her blue eyes widened as she saw a small crawl space located by the headboard of the bed against the wall.
"No shit," Kate sighed to herself, trying to recollect her thoughts and force her numb legs to move.
Kate sat up with the last of the thick cum oozing out of her pussy. She squeezed out any last drops before standing up and grabbing the side of the bed. She ripped the sheets off, did the best to clean herself off and slipped on her dress as best she could with a shoulder strap torn from her assault.
Kate crawled through the tiny crawl space and thanked God for being petite as she emerged under the cabin. She crawled out to the backside of the cabin and looked over at Max who caught a glimpse of her. He blew her a kiss and yelled as best he could, "Go on Bonnie! I'm stuck up here with these assholes surrounding me, but I'll find you! I'll find you my love! My wife!"
Kate's eyes watered as she blew a kiss back at her husband who had a dozen or so hungry zombies clawing at the bark on the tree he was trapped in. She knew she'd see him again, but when?
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<em>A big Thank You to Et2bruttus for editing this story so that it could be uploaded for the rest of you to enjoy! All characters are above 18 and this is a work of fiction. </em>
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Did you know that antibiotic resistance is one of the biggest threats to global health, food security, and development today? Antibiotic resistance can affect anyone, of any age, in any country and as time moves forward, more and more humans become resistant to modern day cures and medicine. What about the "Zombie-Ant Fungus" that invades an ant's body and takes over control leading the ant in a kind of "zombie-like" state before it kills its host and moves on to infect other ants?
These two go hand in hand because one scientist, or a group that was led by a single scientist, were hoping to reverse the effects of the human body becoming resistant to medicine as well as study the effects of the fungus in its hosts. All it really did was create a super fungus that figured out the weakness in the human body and how the body temperature and water located in the human body was the perfect place to reside and live in. Those group of scientists didn't realize what consequences they faced until things went wrong in their lab.
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~The Beginning~
Kate and Max had just purchased their first home together celebrating their new lives as a couple. They had just been married within the last year and sealed the deal with a beautiful home overlooking the city. It wasn't the most beautiful city, but at night it came alive and the city lights flowed down below. Thousands of people lived their lives day to day without a second thought of impending doom or that at that exact moment, their lives would be over. Instead, everyone woke up, went to work, school, home, wherever they needed to be and lived happily for the most part. Just like any city, you had your street gangs and homeless that wondered the sleeping city. The city itself seemed like one giant organism that needed people to exist.
Kate kicked her red van shoes across the room as she threw herself down onto their black leather couch before flipping open her computer and scrolling through her daily web to see what was new. Max rubbed his cloth over his pistol before assembling it and pulling the slide back. He smiled and aimed the weapon at the glass window towards the city and pulled the trigger. The pistol made a click before he charged the pistol again and squeezed the trigger once more.
"Would you stop? You're gonna 'shoot your eye out.'" Kate pointed her thin, porcelain finger over at Max as he rolled his eyes.
Click.
"Hey! Did you hear me?" Kate sat up and looked at Max who was now taking the cloth back to his pistol.
"Yes.... I heard you. It's not even loaded, so don't throw a hissy fit," he replied, looking up at his beautiful wife before giving a smirk.
Kate rolled her blue eyes at her husband before tucking her brown hair behind her ear and resumed typing.
"Hey Max, did you hear about that lab or whatever that went down? It's all over the news and it's kind of annoying. Like, I wanna know what happened on last night's episode of Kill or Be Killed."
Max never took his eyes off his pistol as he once again took it apart and inspected the pieces. "Yeah hun. Everyone at work was talking about it. You know how old people are, they gossip. Apparently," Max took a breath and slicked his hand through his blonde hair before continuing, "Apparently they were working with some kind of fungus to try and understand it more? Bunch of wack-jobs if you ask me."
"Yeah, but it says here that they never found the scientists. When the police responded to an alarm that had been going off for a few hours.... no one was there. It was just...abandoned," Kate began getting nervous and her voice shook as she said, "Abandoned."
Max looked up and saw the worry spreading across her face. He stood up, set his cloth and parts down on the wooden table, and walked over to his wife. He took her into his arms and hugged her tight.
"Hey, hey. It's ok. How far away is it? It's in another state isn't it? What...300 miles away or something? I'm bad with geometry."
"Honey, it's GEOGRAPHY. You're right though... it's silly. They probably just got annoyed with the alarm and went home, but what scares me is that they put caution tape up and have put the city in quarantine. No one has heard from anyone inside of the city either. It's like they just got put on pause or something," Kate spoke to Max after burying her face into his muscular arm, tracing an outline of one of his tattoos.
"Geometry, geography, whatever. It doesn't matter. The point is, if something crazy happened the police and military would respond, and we'd be fine. No different from crazy protesters. I'm sure they'll pop up on the news with some crazy statement about what happened."
Kate just sighed and closed her eyes as she leaned back against her husband's chest. She fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.
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A few weeks had passed, and two more cities had been put on quarantine. No matter how much Kate tried to find out what was happening, anything that hinted at what was going on was quickly removed from the internet.
"Max, I don't get this. They just shut down Twitter because someone posted a video of inside one of the quarantine zones. From what I could see before the site went down it looked like a horde of...people I think? But they weren't normal. It was like they were on drugs or something. The video was really shaky and there was a lot of screaming. Then...that was it... the video cut out and the site went down. Now it's..." Kate got quiet and clicked her mouse a few times before sighing and throwing her hands up into the air. "I don't know Max. This doesn't seem right. The whole site is down. There's a little dinosaur running saying no connection."
Max sat down at the wooden table and took apart his rifle, inspecting the pieces and looking through the scope for scratches and cracks.
"Mhm. I agree with you. Something isn't right. Two more cities were put into quarantine and one of them my family lives in. I haven't heard anything from them since. The last call I received was that there were people attacking each other and my mom said something about cannibalism and rape? It didn't make sense to me. Try seeing if you can see anything about that online. I'm gonna head out and grab more ammo just in case." Max set his scope down and looked over at Kate who began chewing on her fingernails and nodded, "ok" to him.
Kate started browsing the web trying to find some kind of hidden forum or website that was put up regarding what was happening. That's when she found the video that would change everyone's lives.
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Max was at the gun store right before it closed, picking up a few more boxes of ammo.
"Hey Bob. Let me get a few more boxes of .45 and let's do five boxes of 5.56."
Bob, an older man probably late 40's early 50's with a bald head and grey hair around his sides, smiled and started grabbing boxes of ammo behind him.
"Whatcha up to Max? How's that pretty wife of yours?"
Max smiled and rested against the counter while flipping a lighter that was on sale open and closed.
"Oh you know, can't complain. Kate's good. She's real worried about that stuff with the lab, and now cities are going into quarantine and what not." His blue eyes watched the flame of the lighter dance around in the air before he closed the lid shut and flipped it open again to relight the flame.
Bob dropped the boxes of ammo onto the counter and scratched his rough 5'oclock silver shadow before putting his hands through his suspenders and resting them against his gut -- a gut resulting from years upon years of alcoholism and fast food.
"You keep flipping that flame on and I'm gonna have to make you buy more fuel for it."
Max closed the lighter and added it to the boxes of ammo, "I'll buy it. I like the Aquarius design on it. Kate's really big on that astrological stuff anyways."
Bob shook his head and they both gave a hearty laugh that echoed off the walls of the old gun store.
"Well, you tell Kate there ain't nothing to be scared of. I heard it was some kind of AIDS epidemic anyways. They say everyone's over there raping each other and what not. Now what the hell would drive people to do that? I'll tell you. It's that damn AIDS. People over there fucking monkeys and shit and now we got an epidemic. That's probably what they were doing in that there lab." Bob started getting red in the face and a vein started emerging from his forehead.
"Easy cowboy. I don't think it's AIDS. I did hear something about rape, but my mom said something about cannibalism before her phone cut off. I'd rush over there myself and check on her if it weren't for all those damn check points and military setting up outside of the quarantine spots. I'll admit, something big is going on and it's starting to rattle my cage. I didn't think anything of it until recently, but I can't let Kate see that it's bothering me," Max watched Bob start bagging up his ammo and lighter before ringing him out.
"Well whatever the hell is going on, I know I'm gonna be sitting high and tight right here in my gun store in case crazies wanna try and loot the place now that all hell has broken loose. I don't trust no government people either. They're always lying and shit." Bob spat onto his wooden floor and wiped away the tobacco stain from his lips.
"Yeah I hear ya Bob. Hey, stay safe man. Oh, and I'm pretty sure monkeys didn't give us AIDS," Max replied as he picked up his bag and left the store with the door ringing on the way out.
Bob cuffed his hands together and shouted out at Max, "I'm just saying! They sent monkeys to space you know! Can't trust em!"
As Max walked to his Jeep, he saw a man standing under a streetlamp facing the wall. His body swayed back and forth as he stared into nothingness. Max looked a little closer and saw that the man's veins were black and his fingers were bending and twisting in weird directions.
"Fucking tweakers." Max shook his head and hopped into his Jeep before revving it up and speeding off to get back to Kate.
Bob stood in the window and watched Max drive off. He spit again onto the wooden floor that had to have been coated in his tobacco from years of chewing.
"Damn boy doesn't even realize how lucky he is to have Kate. With a piece of ass that fine..." he grabbed his growing erection as he thought of Kate and the times Bob would invite Kate and Max over to sit in his SPA just so he could see Kate in her bikini. "I'm just saying. If I had a piece of ass like that.... well my balls would always be empty, I could say that much."
Bob snickered to himself and rubbed his stiff erection harder before glaring out at the same man Max had seen.
"What the fuck? I thought I told those fucking tweakers to stay the hell away from my store. It's bad for business."
Bob threw open his door and started shouting at the man who stood lifeless under the streetlamp in the parking lot.
"Hey crackhead! Hey!" Bob chucked a rock that struck the man in the shoulder which only threw him off balance and made him slowly turn and look at Bob with cold, dead eyes. "What the...fuck? Hey get outta here! Leave or I'm calling the police!"
The man stared at Bob, smiled a wide, large grin with blood stained teeth before rushing at Bob.
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~The Scientist~
Max walked into his and Kate's house and locked the door behind him before tossing his keys into the key dish.
"Kate? Hey, you there?"
He didn't get a response back. Silence filled the house and a faint glow illuminated the living room where Kate had been before he left. Max slowly walked to the living room, his hand reaching for his pistol located in the small of his back.
"Hey...babe...? You there?"
He darted around the corner and saw Kate standing in shock as she watched the tv. Max looked up at the tv and walked over to Kate. Kate looked over at Max and quickly rushed to her computer to restart the video she had found during her internet dig. She quickly rejoined Max and slipped her arms under his and began sniffling.
Max stared at the TV in disbelief. There was a video being shot from a cellphone of a man hiding behind a car and recording one of the creatures that had another man pinned down and was biting into his neck. The man on the video began whispering to whoever was watching, "My name is Peter and I'm one of the last survivors of the lab. I've been trying to get this video out there about what's happening and what the government is covering up. We were funded to try and reverse the human body becoming immune to antibiotics. What they didn't say was that in our lab, deeper in our lab, they were conducting experiments on a new super biological weapon that utilized the "Zombie-Ant Fungus" and trying to understand how it works, how it thinks, and how it takes over its host."
The man who claimed to be one of the last scientists got quiet and looked over the car again and the creature was gone, leaving the corpse of its victim lying in the street. The camera zoomed in on the corpse and you could see a noticeable tent appearing in the groin area of the victim.
"You see that! It's...it's fucking amazing really. The fucking fungus found its perfect host. Humans. Specifically, human males. See, it craves a warm environment with a lot of nutrients and water AKA us. Humans. Until those assholes started fucking with the fungus it grew smarter and stronger. Before, it was only able to control ants and small critters. After a month of tweaking with its properties, the fungus was able to control small animals like cats and dogs. Now, 6 months.... SIX FUCKING MONTHS and it's able to inhabit the human body. It started with a bite. A simple fucking bite. And as soon as the fungus got its first taste of human, it didn't stop. Those assholes just watched it take off and go after a whole town...and then a whole city.... and now two cities later I can tell you exactly what's going on. This fucking fungus man...it...it takes over the body right? It fucking controls you. It kills you first, but it controls you and it makes you spread itself. It's like it can't stop. Now here's the weird thing, it'll attack males no problem. You know, just take a chunk outta you like you ain't shit right? And then of course it's injected into the human body and blah blah science shit. Well, it prefers males because of our testicles. Yeah! I said it! Testicles. Our fucking balls. Look, we create sperm right? Well our balls are the perfect place for it to reside in. That's where it creates spores and mixes it in with your sperm. It's crucial for its survival. I can't make this shit up right?"
Peter once again got quiet and looked over at the body which was gone at this point. Only a blood stain remained. He cursed to himself and slowly started moving around. The camera was showing the empty city streets as he moved around cars and shrubs while he continued on.
"Look. I just need people to know that I tried ok? I tried saying something and I got a gun in my face. They shot the other scientists and now they're after me before I talk. You guys have to know. They can't stop it. They can't control it. It's not even in the quarantine zone anymore. They think it's still there, but it's spread and it's spreading fast. We don't know exactly how to kill it, but going for the brain of the infected host seems to stop it because you're effectively killing the host's control center, right? This may sound fucked up, but from what we've seen, after it rapes or fucks you or whatever the fuck it does, the host dies."
You can hear the snap of Peters fingers.
"Like that. One and done. Depending on the host, they either rape or eat you. You're either food for this fucking thing or you're another host to it. I don't understand what it's trying to achieve other than just staying alive inside of humans. I can only pass on a few pointers before my phone dies. First, they like sunlight. They crave it. Your skin absorbs it and they feed off of the sun rays. Second, it's not airborne thank God. It can only be spread by bites or fluids. Specifically, sexual fluids. Nine times out of ten, they will try and mate with you. That's the most effective way to spread and seeing as that's how humans make baby humans, it just makes sense I guess. And lastly, the females that are infected all wander off. Now I'm guessing they probably go to some kind of breeding ground or something, but it's extremely rare to run into a female host. All I've seen are males and the females that are injected, bitten, whatever all die, obviously, but then they rise up hours later and wander off into the woods or mountains or whatever. I'm not even going to try and see why."
Peter sat up against a truck and looked over at a horde that had just spotted him. He looked at the camera and pointed the camera back towards the horde of male hosts that started charging at him. His voice got low and tears filled his eyes.
"You know...it's kind of ironic. We fucked with nature and now nature is literally fucking us. I tried. I'm done. I can't keep running anymore. I'm a damn scientist not a fucking survivalist. Just take what I said to heart and..."
The video cuts out to black.
Max stared at the blank tv as the pause and replay button popped up onto the screen.
Kate broke down sobbing.
"What do we do?" She managed to say in between crying and wiping her tears from her eyes.
Max just stared at the TV and was frozen in time. His mind raced back to the man standing under the light.
"We need to leave. Now."
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~Escape~
Max ran through the house grabbing anything and everything he might need. Flashlights, batteries, extra socks and underwear. He threw everything into a backpack and stuffed it full of water bottles and canned food. Kate touched a picture of her and Max on their wedding day. She smiled at how handsome he looked with his combed blond hair and rough beard. She traced her finger over her white wedding dress that hugged her body perfectly. She felt too petite, but apparently she drew everyone's attention and she secretly loved it. With a heavy sigh, she removed the photo from the frame and folded it in half, tucking it into her pink backpack along with food and water.
Max handed her a sharp hunting knife which only made her pull away from it.
"No. I don't want that thing," Kate said as she threw another can of ravioli into her backpack.
"Kate. Just take it please. You never know. You heard that Peter guy. That was the clearest, longest video we've seen regarding this whole thing and what my mom said on the phone before cutting out fits exactly what he was saying. I mean did you see that group that rushed him? They were huge!"
Max pulled out Kate's hand and slapped the knife into it before curling her fingers around the hilt. Kate looked at Max with big blue eyes and whispered, "Ok. Fine."
After they had finished grabbing what they needed they did one last check of the house. Max had his pistol and rifle while Kate held onto the knife for dear life. They heard gunshots and screams coming from outside and Max looked over at Kate who was already staring at him. She gave him a half smile.
"Well...I guess you were right. It's already here," Kate whispered to Max as he checked outside of the window.
"Yeah, I'm telling you that man under that light was infected. The way he stood there just gazing into nothingness was creepy. And his skin was blueish and had black veins bulging from his skin. Hey Kate, look at this," Max replied as he slid open the back door and looked over the balcony that overlooked the city.
Kate stepped over to Max and her jaw dropped. There were police sirens racing through the city and small fires had been started. Cars were crashing into buildings and each other as people tried to flee. An echo of screams and cries could be heard followed by gunshots. A helicopter whirled overhead followed by another and soon a third as the military swept in to try and eradicate the infection. The sides of the helicopters lit up as the door gunners began mowing down anyone caught in their path.
"Are they killing people!? Why!?" Kate shouted out having to lean onto Max's shoulder so he could hear her over the spitting of gunfire and helicopter blades cutting through the air.
Max leaned over and yelled back into Kate's ear, "The scientist guy, Peter, did say that they don't know how to control it so maybe they're exterminating anyone that comes into contact with it? I don't know, but we need to leave the city right now. Let's stop at Bob's place and see if we can get you a gun along with extra ammo. We may be on our own for a while."
Kate looked up and Max and gave him a big, long kiss before darting back inside with him, leaving the city to scream and explode in the night sky.
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~Bob's Place~
Max and Kate climbed over walls and hid behind crashed cars and flipped-over food stands as they watched the chaos unfold right before their eyes. Max decided against using his jeep because it was too dangerous and made them a moving target for the military, if they really were exterminating everyone. Every now and then you could hear the screeching of jets as they flew over their heads and released missiles in heavily infected parts of the city.
Max fired two rounds from his pistol at a man that started rushing him and Kate. The man's mouth foamed with white liquid as he rushed at them, hands outstretched. The bullets went through his chest and did nothing to slow him down. He grabbed Kate and screeched loudly into the air. Kate wiggled as much as she could to get free.
"Kate! The knife! I can't hit him with how much he's moving around!"
Kate screamed as the man grabbed at her shirt and pulled it downwards stretching and ripping a part of it. Her pale, round breast came into view and her pink nipple pointed towards the sky. She could feel his erect cock poking into her thigh. The man had his pants torn free and his pulsating cock twitched against her warm thigh.
"Max! Help me!!!" She looked over at him with desperate eyes as he aimed his pistol at the man and was trying to track him.
"I can't, Kate! His head keeps moving around! I don't want to hit you!"
The zombie looked down at Kate's exposed flesh and more drool dripped from his mouth and onto her tank top as she struggled free of his grasp. With a free hand, she plunged the knife Max gave her into the man's skull making it drop to the ground, uttering not a twitch or sound other than the body hitting the ground. Max pulled the knife free and wiped the blood from it before handing it back to Kate.
"Did you see that? It didn't bite me. I could feel it's...member against my leg. He wanted to....to...." Kate's voice trailed off as she slowly fixed her shirt, tucking her breast back into her top.
Max hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "You did great. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hit you with a stray bullet."
Kate shook her head and buried her face into his strong chest. "It's ok. Let's just get to Bob's."
Max agreed and they snuck through the night avoiding infected and police alike as everyone scrambled around without a clue. Looters were smashing into stores and running off with food and water along with material things like TVs and stereos.
Max and Kate avoided everyone until they reached Bob's store that had iron gates covering the windows and doors. Max knocked against the door until he heard Bob's familiar voice.
"Fuck off! I'll put holes in you if you even try, looters!!"
"Bob, it's Max and Kate! Let us in! It's crazy out here!"
Bob poked his head into one of the windows and saw the couple standing by his door. Kate's shirt had been ripped and she did her best to hold it up with one hand while the other gripped the knife.
The door opened and both Max and Kate stepped into his shop. Bob locked the door and pushed a vending machine up against the door that he had blocking the entrance. Bob was stronger than Max remembered, but he was glad to have made it to his shop.
"Bob, we need another gun for Kate and some more ammo. I'm running a little light after that run through the city to your shop," Max said as he dropped his backpack onto one of the counters and began counting his boxes of ammo left. He then pulled out empty magazines and began refilling them with ammo.
Bob nodded and tossed more boxes towards Max before setting a pistol onto the table by Kate.
"Bob, thank you," Kate said as she smiled at him.
Bob slid the gun over to her, locking eyes with her beautiful blues and glancing down at her torn shirt that revealed small glimpses of cleavage. His eyes traced back up to her eyes and he just nodded.
"I take it you got into a little bit of a scrap?" He finally replied.
"Yeah. One of those things... it grabbed me and wouldn't let go," Kate replied as she played with the gun Bob had given her. She mimicked what she had seen Max do all the time and charged the pistol backwards before pulling the trigger. Bob watched, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but hidden in the dark. His bite from the "tweaker" earlier had begun festering, and his arm was on fire.
Bob didn't know what the hell was going on, but his balls felt full. Very, very full. To the point where they felt like they would explode if he didn't release them. He hadn't checked, but he could feel them expanding and growing larger than a normal sized pair of balls.
"So, you were grabbed? Both you and Max or just you, Kate?" He replied, his voice getting lower and darker.
Max looked up at Bob and Kate, pausing his reloading.
Kate replied to Bob, "Just me, but he didn't bite me or anything. I got pretty lucky I guess."
Bob stood still for a moment and a smirk spread across his face.
"How do I know you haven't been bit? I let you into my shop and you could be infected?"
"Bob, she hasn't been bit. Come on man, you know me. I wouldn't lie to you," Max spoke up, stepping away from his pistol.
"No, I trust that statement like I trust the damn government. I don't. Prove you haven't been bit. Show me your skin!" Bob had to control what he was saying. He had always dreamed of seeing Max's wife naked and his balls ached more than anything with how much they had grown. He had never felt this full before in his life and large bulge appeared in his pants.
Kate showed him her arms and wrists before pointing at her neck. "See! Nothing! I didn't get bit Bob."
"No! Your shirt was torn! How do I know I can trust that! Otherwise get the fuck out of my shop. Go ahead. Take your chances out there then," he shouted back at Kate and Max.
Max touched Kate's shoulder. He knew they wouldn't survive the night out in the city. The ammo he used up just to get him and Kate back to Bob's shop and Kate being attacked like that; he just couldn't do it. They at least needed to wait for the morning when things calmed down. He didn't like it, but at least Bob was a friend of the family.
"Kate..."
"I know Max. I know we can't survive the night out there. We should've just stayed home," Kate said as she looked down at the knife she had previously used. "Ok... fine, but we get to stay the night and we're gone in the morning."
Bob did his best to contain his excitement. For years upon years he had dreamed of this day. He'd known Max since he was a kid and always felt like a father to Max. When he first met Kate, Bob couldn't help but imagine forcing his cock deep inside of her pussy and spilling his old seed into her young little cunt. Now, with the fungus taking its effect inside of his body, he felt like his cock was going to burst free from his pants.
Bob's eyes darted across Kate's pale body as she slowly, and shakily, lifted her top up and over her head. Her round, perky breasts bounced into view of the two men. Max sighed and looked at her beautiful breasts before looking over at Bob who was mesmerized by Kate's magnificent pair of tits. Max knew he had an attractive wife, but he never imagined her showing herself off to some old geezer in a gun store. And that same very geezer was a man he considered a father.
Kate covered her pink nipples with one hand and used the other to tug away her jeans she had been wearing. Her cute pink panties came into view briefly before they were tugged away by her jeans by accident. Bob caught a flash of her pink, shaved pussy without a single hair to be found. It was balder than the top of his head and looked amazing. He hadn't seen a pussy or pair of tits in person in so long he almost forgot how amazing the female body was. For years he had dreamed of this day and masturbated to thoughts of what she looked like naked. He'd stare at pictures she would upload and masturbate to cleavage shots. Even at her wedding he couldn't keep his eyes off of her tight little body wrapped up in virgin white lace.
"Now turn," Bob commanded Kate as she covered her breasts with one hand and pussy with the other. She was as naked as the day she was born and standing in front of Bob, a perverted old man that would give her long stares and awkward hugs. She felt his hands glide up and down her back before getting a quick butt squeeze every time she would hug him and now here she was standing naked in front of him with her husband watching everything.
Kate looked over to Max and saw he was just standing there smiling, reassuring her everything was ok. Kate's blue eyes wandered back across the room to Bob who was moving closer to her. He stood right in front of her and repeated himself, "I said, turn around."
Slowly, Kate turned herself around so her round peach shaped butt was in view of Bob. She felt his hand touch her left butt before he gave it a firm squeeze. Max seemed to have not seen because he didn't say anything.
"Mmmm. No bites then, huh?" Bob said to the couple as he felt her other cheek, giving it the same treatment he gave her left cheek. After a firm grab she felt a finger touch her pussy entrance which made her pull away quickly and back up to Max.
"Ok that's enough! You've seen that I'm not bit! Now we're staying the night and then we're gone you creep!"
"Hey! You guys came into MY gun shop. MY sanctuary," Bob started his rant, a black vein starting to bulge from his forehead. His cock was aching in his pants and it hurt every time it pulsed. He had been leaking copious amounts of precum to the point where the groin area of his pants were coated in a sticky fluid.
Max grabbed Kate and pushed her behind him as he saw Bob step closer, the massive stain between his legs and his veins starting to change colors as he tried to speak clearly.
"Bob... Bob are you infected?" Max asked Bob while casually leaning back to reach for his pistol still sitting on the table.
Kate watched in horror as she stood behind Max using him as shelter while Bob continued.
"You came into My...my...my...my...."
Bob started repeating himself over and over again before he paused, looked around the room and then looked at Max.
"Bit. Bite. He bite me. Bit me? The tweaker. He bite."
Max looked over at Bob's arm as Bob ripped away his shirt with brute force exposing his massive beer belly that was sweaty and covered in curly hair. His arm oozed with yellowish liquid from the bite wound.
"Bob..." Max stared as he stepped farther back, pistol in hand. Each step Bob took, Max took two steps back.
Bob's eyes darted to Kate who was cowering behind Max, "You. You must...relieve me. Please... it's spreading..."
As he spoke, Bob unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. As soon as he did, his balls swung into view followed by an extremely erect, rigid cock. Max and Kate watched as his cock pulsed with each heartbeat and continuously leaked yellow and white liquid. The fungus was infested in his precum and it gave it a yellow glow. They looked at Bob's balls that had swollen larger than any man's normal size. They looked like two plums swinging around in his sack as he stumbled forward, a hand outstretched.
Max held his pistol up at Bob and placed his finger over the trigger. He felt Kate's soft, delicate hand touch his wrist and push down.
"Wait. This is a perfect chance to see if Peter was right. He said to damage the brain or empty the balls and it'll kill the host and the fungus," Kate whispered to Max.
Max looked over his shoulder at Kate who stared right back into his eyes and gave a half smile.
"He's as good as dead anyways honey. To die like that...with a stiffie so hard it looks like it's going to explode..." Kate's voice got shaky and her heart raced as she watched the monster of a cock bounce around with each stumble Bob made. He clearly was not human anymore. The infection had taken over and he was just a shell for the fungus.
Bob's brain locked onto Kate as his balls jutted out another rope of precum that splattered onto the floor as it dropped from his oozing, swollen cock head. Kate stared at his nine inch thick cock with its purple head that oozed like a broken faucet. She couldn't help but get horny watching this. Her heart raced and pounded in her ears as she thought about what she was about to do.
This was basically Max's father. He had been in their lives for year; for as long as Kate had known Max, she had also known Bob. She felt bad for him. He looked pitiful, stumbling around, his arm outstretched and the other limp bouncing against his thigh. His large cock continued to drip with unholy lust and swing around in the air. His balls were huge. Kate stared as they seemed to grow larger. Was this the fungus at work? Manipulating his sperm and binding its fungus to it so that it could implant in its victims?
Max sighed and looked at Bob.
"Well old friend.... I suppose it doesn't really matter now. You aren't even you. Just some hollowed-out husk basically."
Max's cock had been hard since he watched his wife strip naked and he did his best to hide it. His cock outlined his jeans and thigh as it grew harder and thicker thinking about his wife emptying another man's load. For years he had spent with Kate and she drained his balls daily, but this was different. He was going to witness his wife empty another man. And that other man was someone he considered a father. The weird lust and taboo behind it all stirred his balls and made him leak.
"Kate, just be careful. Don't let him cum in you. It'll infect you. I can't believe I'm saying this. What's wrong with me?"
Kate only smiled, kissed his cheek and walked out in front of Max. Bob's pupils dilated as they locked on to Kate's naked body. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. The shop had lost power hours ago when the initial wave hit. The only light they had was a few candles and the moon shining through the windows.
Kate moved her hands away from her breasts exposing them to Bob once again. Her pink nipples were hard and very sensitive from being turned on as much as she was. Max could see a faint glisten between Kate's legs as she stepped closer to Bob. Bob paused for a second as if he was coming around.
"Kate...Kate? Kate stay away! I...it's controlling me. I can't...I think I'm dying? Ugh...my balls are so full...what's happening to me?"
Bob grabbed his head before stumbling around and freezing in place. His veins bulged out from his cock as it hardened further if that was even possible. She could see a thick black vein twitching with his cock as it jetted out more pre.
"It's ok Bob... I'm here," Kate said trying to soothe Bob. She reached a hand forward and touched the tip of his cock which only spurted against her palm. Just her touch made Bob pause once again. He turned his head to the side as she began touching his cock. He was curious as to what was happening.
"It's ok... I'll take care of this for you. One last release before you die. At least that's what the scientist said."
Max watched intently, his pistol still in his hand in case Bob tried anything crazy. What was happening was crazy anyways. In a normal world they would never do this. He also didn't want to put his friend, his father rather, down like a dog. In a weird, twisted fantasy he actually was getting off to this. Apparently, Kate was as well. He could tell by the way she handled Bob's cock that she was enjoying this a little too much. His eyes watched Kate's hands bounce Bob's cock around like she used to do to his own when they'd fool around.
Kate enjoyed teasing Max and edging him before letting him cum. She may look innocent and sweet, but she was a freak in the sheets and he loved that about her. Even now, as he watched her toy with Bob's dick, he still loved her. Even more now than ever.
"Max he's really pent up. This stuff isn't a joke. His balls look a lot bigger than normal," Kate said as she cupped Bob's oversized balls in her hands. They sagged lower than usual and we're lukewarm to the touch. Probably because Bob was fading into oblivion.
Bob watched Kate toy with his meat stick in a dream come true, but to an end as well. If he wasn't so full of sperm and stuck on edge he would be sad, but he was ready to burst. The girl he considered a daughter was touching his cock and massaging his balls, her husband, Max, stuck watching the scene unfold.
Max was getting uncomfortable with how stiff his cock had gotten and he unzipped his jeans to let it out. He pulled his cock free and slowly started rubbing himself to what his wife was doing. It was like watching real life porn, except Bob was on his deathbed and Kate was easing him into it as best she could. It really was better than being a mindless zombie eating and raping, or shooting a man he considered his father. But how was this going to affect his relationship with Kate?
He was getting extremely excited watching this and Kate was really into what she was doing. There was no hesitation from either of them, only lust and desire. Kate looked back at Max who was now in fully masturbating while watching her. A smile spread across her delicate lips and she took Bob's cock in both hands and began jerking it up and down making his heavy sack bounce with each jerk. Every time she brought her hands upwards it forced more and more precum out of its swollen tip and it drooled down his shaft creating lube for her to go harder and faster.
She tried to keep in motion with Max as she jerked off Bob and Max masturbated. Max sat his pistol down and played with his own balls as he jerked himself off to his wife. She looked beautiful, crouched down and eye level with Bob's solid cock. Her round peachy ass slowly moved back and forth as she became more and more excited. This whole thing was driving her wild and she really needed to fuck something. That want was soon interrupted when Bob groaned loud and grabbed Kate by the neck and pushed her face down on one of his counters.
"Wait! Bob, stop! What are you doing?! I'm trying to help you!"
Max froze for a second and rushed to Kate's side trying to pull Bob off of her. Bob used his other hand to throw Max up against the wall which knocked the breath out of him. Bob was ridiculously strong. Was it the fungus taking control of his muscles and strengthening them in order to fend him off? That would explain why he was able to rest the vending machine up against the door so easily. It was too late to think too long on what was happening because Max saw Kate look over at him before her eyes rolled back and a loud moan escaped her lips. Max watched helplessly as Bob's swollen, rock hard cock pierced Kate's pussy. Bob grunted loudly as his cock slid easily into Kate's tight, wet cunt. He buried himself balls deep inside of her womb before looking over at Max.
"I...I can't control it Max. My son, I'm sorry. I...I want this...it feels so good....she feels so good on my cock. Oh how I have wanted this for years, to feel your wife's pussy wrapped around my cock as I fucked her." Bob began drooling and it started running down his chin while his veins grew darker and darker as his body became more infected.
He could feel her pussy tighten on his cock as it twitched inside of her little hole. He never ever imagined this day happening or how tight she would be, but now even if he wanted to he couldn't stop. Anytime he tried to fight it his head felt like it was going to explode. His heart rate quickened but also began to slow down to the point of death. Kate cried out in both pleasure and pain as he held her firmly down on the counter while he drove his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Bob, please stop! Don't cum in me, please!" Kate tried crying out in between gasps and moans.
Max scrambled to his feet while holding his chest and attempting to regain air. He really had the wind knocked out of him and all he needed to do was grab his gun and end it all. Bob picked up his pace really driving his cock into Kate making her ass jiggle each time his hips slammed into her and his balls slapped the counter making a thump thump sound that echoed through the shop. The commotion in the shop drew attention to any infected that lurked around the store and soon, Kate had an audience staring at her from the windows. Eyes peered through the windows and bodies were soon pushed up against the glass as they spotted Kate and the scene that had unfolded. Moans and groans grew louder and louder as more and more zombies surrounded the shop.
Kate looked over at the windows and spotted the horde that had gathered at the shop. There were so many of them all pushed up against the windows like kids at a candy shop. They needed flesh and release and here it was, just out of reach. Most of the zombies had torn clothing and all of them sported massive, erect cocks. Their balls sagged low with the weight of cum and their balls swelled up. Their cocks were pushed up against the window as they scratched at the glass. Kate was grateful for the new glass Bob had installed as well as the metal gate that protected them even if the glass was to break. Suddenly, her legs began shaking and her body tensed as she started cumming on Bob's cock. An unwanted but much needed wave of pleasure passed through her body as she was raped in front of hundreds of zombies by Bob. She could feel his cock swelling up as it was ready to burst.
"No..Bob no! Please! Max help me! Don't let him cum in me!" Kate cried out after her legs finished shaking and she realized what was about to happen.
She felt Bob's sweaty hand push her harder against the glass making her breasts squish into it glide up and down it as he quickened his pace. Max stumbled around using another counter as balance while he made his way to his pistol that sat on the opposite counter. By the time he made it to his pistol, it was too late.
"Max I am so sorry.... I can't hold it back any longer! But God does it feel so good. Thank you Max..." Bob moaned as he felt his balls shoot up in his sack and release the biggest load he had ever had in his entire life. His cock exploded with such force that it almost dropped him to his knees. His eyes rolled back in his skull as his vision became distorted and his balls emptied themselves into Kate's tight married womb.
Kate let out a cry as she felt his warm seed explode deep inside of her. She felt her belly slightly expand with how much she drained from his balls. Wave after wave of warmth filled her cunt as his balls continued pushing out everything they contained. With each wave of cum that left Bob's sack his body went more and more limp. After the final ejaculation, Bob dropped straight back making his cock pop free from Kate's womb spilling his yellowish/white cum all over the floor and her lower back. Bob hit the ground with a thud and his cock went limp. Max dropped to his knees as he watched Bob, the man he considered his father, slip away from the world and his cum gushed out of Kate's pussy. Max's wife had been defiled and filled to the brim with cum - an infectious, man killing cum and he had let it all happen out of lust.
Kate went limp against the counter as another wave of pleasure passed through her body making her pussy tighten. After it passed, her pussy gushed out more of his tainted seed. After what felt like minutes, her pussy had pushed out the last remaining drop of Bob's sperm. Kate sank to the floor and rested against the base of the counter in a puddle of Bob's spunk. Max slowly crawled up to her and put his arms around her.
"I'm..so sorry... I should have stopped this, but I was so horny I couldn't control it," he whispered, attempting to reassure her.
Kate looked at Max and gave him the deepest, warmest kiss before resting her forehead against his.
"It's ok my love. It was my idea anyways and I don't deserve to live in this world after what just happened. I might as well be honest before I die. I kinda actually really enjoyed that. There was just something about the primal instinct and animal-like pleasure that came out of me," Kate replied as she stared at Max's shocked face. She placed her hand over his throbbing cock and smiled even bigger. "Besides, I think you enjoyed that little show too, didn't you?"
Max moaned as he felt her fingers twirl around the tip of his cock smearing his precum all over. He looked down and watched as she gave a few hard jerks before she climbed onto his lap and slipped his cock into her abused hole. Max's eyes widened as he felt her pussy tighten around the head of his cock and he could feel the leftover deposit that Bob had left behind. It only made him crazier and Max began thrusting up into the air hard into Kate's pussy.
He fucked his wife hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass as she held onto the counter and threw her head back in pleasure. She looked over at Bob's lifeless corpse and his flaccid cock that had just fucked her. She saw his deflated balls that had emptied themselves inside of her with every drop they had held. She closed her eyes tight as she came again and again on Max's cock. Her husband's cock that now fucked her harder and better than he ever had before.
This was a new world that they were about to live in and Kate loved every second of it.
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Note: Okay I wanted to do a full on Zombie Story and actually did one about a year and a half ago. Actually had an editor look at it and he caught a lot of mistakes, I see a few more but I don't have the time to fix them all. It might be Long, might be weird. Might be in need of a total rework. I had debated letting this one die, if you like it leave me a note, if you don't sorry you wasted your time.
The tale of love and the end of the world actually saving the world.
Jack was working late, the news story broke out on the TV while he was in the break room at the obscure CDC Lab located in a DART facility in Cincinnati, Ohio. The news story started out as a madness report in New York with people being affected after getting a flu shot. The news story was very vague, but this seemed highly unlikely and something Jack's team should have known about if there was anything wrong in the supply line. Cutting his break very short he sealed off the building, his lab and break area were always sealed, nothing in or out. Logging onto his computer Jack pulled up the test results that were uploaded in New York. The sure thing about them was that the Flu vaccines were not tainted, and all the sample batches pulled showed a completely dead virus in them, just as they should.
Jack had his assistant, pull samples that they have and inject them into the test animals as he ran other tests. The data from New York was very good, it showed the trained eye that the vaccine was not contaminated.
Pulling up data on what happened to the infected people was bizarre. Of the three labs in New York one had quarantined a patient in their isolation ward, drew some blood from said patient along with samples of other bodily floods, and started the test getting about two-thirds of the data loaded onto the main server computers and they went dark. By dark there was no communication or alarms of any type. The computers in the facility were all offline with no remote access to even the security system. It was as if they went into total decontamination mode, but even that would trigger an alarm somewhere.
Jack didn't know it, but that was exactly what happened, the staff got infected in the sealed labs that were working on the samples with level 4 biofilters in place. The infection spread thru the building like wildfire, the electrical room technicians attacked one another, someone fell pulling the communications room's main power cut off relay arm down with him, causing the phone and computer lines to all go down at once. In the security center, the two officers in charge saw what was going on and following their duty, both inserting keys into the panel they were told would lock down the whole building and eradicate any infectious diseases protecting the community around them. They tried to contact their superior who at the time was busy eating his assistant, and per protocol they pushed the red button. The last thing they saw was red light flashing in the halls followed by a blinding flash as the small 'tactical' nuclear device in the core of the building sent out a pulse of neutron radiation, disintegrating the building all biological material within a quarter-mile of the lab.
Of course, Jack had no way of knowing this at the time. The other two labs were in lockdown mode, with no signs of infections. Reaching out for any hint of what was going on the other CDC facilities had no clues, but reports were coming in of strange attacks and bites. One comment he read online from a medical student was that the infected seemed to attack with the intent to ingest the endocrine glands of their victims. Most notably the Thyroid, Pituitary, mammary, ovaries and testes. All the victims that he has seen had at least their thyroid glands missing, most had their mammary glands and testes missing also.
Jack spoke out loud, "Good man. Good catch!"
Jack pulled the results of what blood work he could. Seems the infected patient they had data on had a deficiency three major hormones. Quickly he ordered tests for these hormones on all his staff members. Rushing the results, he found that only himself and one other individual had the correct levels. He had the others individually isolated in their secure isolation rooms, and ordered shots to bring their levels to normal, one person declined the injections saying she felt fine. He ordered her into isolation just in case, in his notes she was subject J.
His assistant by default now started testing on the staff in the rest of the building. Finding a small percentage of people that had correct levels. The questionnaire he developed showed that all of the building staff had the flu shots so he quickly ruled that out, sending his data to the other labs. He was advised to send the building staff with lower hormone levels home, and lock down the essential functions of the lab and to maintain the isolation of his direct staff and observe them closely and monitor the hormone levels in all of them.
The lab staff was very cooperative with them, and the few that had normal levels took very good care of them. The levels of the test group dropped requiring a repeated injection after about 6 hours to stay in the low to normal ranges.
Data from the other labs showed about the same results with the "Low H's" as they called the people with low hormone levels. At 12 hours in, Subject J had a notable change in hormone levels but still refused injections. Her levels dropped into the sub normal range, although not a life threating deficiency still very unusual. Jack ordered no direct contact with subject J, all tests were to be done remotely.
At Time + 14 hours subject J was complaining of overheating and demanding to be let out.
Jack reminded her that per her contract, they can hold her for up to 2 weeks for observation against her will for the safety of others.
At Time + 24 hours subject J stripped her clothes off and said she was hungry. When the food tray was brought to the technician who was her friend slid the tray in through isolation trap and said, you should really take the injections. With that Subject J lunged at the door, her eyes were bright red, her tongue darting back and forth in her mouth like a dog wanting your sandwich. Her breast had purple rings starting at her chest and going to her nipples, her neck had a big purple looking splotch over her thyroid gland.
As the team watched the video and then looking at her in the isolation area, now all grateful that they were getting injections, subject J repeatedly threw herself at the door.
The data from New York at this time was more and more gruesome. The infected exhibited almost the same symptoms as subject J. The Labs in Atlanta came up with the observation that sunlight helps the people with Low hormone levels to hold out longer, another 24-48 hours if they get 1 to 2 hours a day. If they stay outside all day the predict another week before they succumb to this hormone-driven madness. The infected will in fact devour the different glands of their victims. The pituitary gland in the brain containing the most beneficial levels of the hormone is beyond the ability of the infected to reach in most cases and they will move on to their next victim. The infected seem immune to pain, and are very hard to stop, the most effective way is to destroy the brain.
In a video chat Jack made the comment, "This reminds me of a book our book club was reading, by some girl, She called her monsters, 'Zombies' but all they ate were the brains, which we know is not very practical because the human skull is actually pretty hard to crack." The name stuck for the infected as it fit. Jack pointed out, "Typical Zombies were a myth, brought back from the dead by voodoo or some other evil."
One of the other scientists in the lab conjectured, "I wonder if the low hormone levels are killing the infected."
Jack said, "Hold that thought..."
Running to the isolation area, Jack took a thermal camera, aiming it at subject J he found the temperature levels of the body was at room temperature, where the brain levels were running about 104 degrees. He took a couple of shots and back to the room displaying them on the monitor for the others.
Jack said, "I think you have something, our subject J appears to have a temperature the same as the room. Except for her head."
The other scientist said, "We need more data, like how did whatever is affecting them start, and how is it spreading. Look at this, and know it is classified, I could be shot for sharing this."
Up on the monitor was a picture taken at some secure facility, showing an attack on some workers.
"This is photography was taken at one of Norad's two mountains. These people have been there for the last 6 months, nothing was in or out the air if filtered down to level 5 which is at the atomic level. They were due to leave in 3 days as the other mountain comes back online to relieve them. We have one survivor in the launch room, most of the people went crazy and started eating one another. The corporal in the launch room said it looked like they were eating their testicles."
Jack said, "I think our Zombies need hormones to do whatever they do. Our people that we have on hormone replacement therapy are not having any issues at all. But they are still dropping their levels without shots."
The other scientist said, "We need to do some more studies, we were not smart enough to have an infected in isolation."
With that Jack started to perform some experiments on subject J.
Subject J Notes:
Sex: F
Height: 5'6"
Weight: current unknown, was 117 at last physical
Blood work normal at last physical
Factor x* hormone level: .03 mmg per ml (normal 1.0 to 3.5mmg per ml)
Respiration rate: 0
Heart rate: 0
Temperature: 68.4 F body - 104.3 intercranial (taken with Thermal Camera)
Reaction to food: None
Reaction to water: None
Reaction to hormone Factor X*: Hostile, observer notes it is like a hungry dog to food or water.
*Factor X is a combination of HGH, Testosterone, estrogen, and other hormones. See noted for
Details on the exact make up.
Given enough factor X the infected will become docile, but the levels deplete quickly.
Upon submitting this to the group, jack started trying to find a cause for this condition. Asking for a volunteer and actually getting one was another issue. The problem being, those only starting to show decreased Factor X could live given hormone shots every 4 to 6 hours.
Jack called a meeting of the other scientist, and another group had the same idea, and has an experiment under way
Subject ATL-H Notes:
6 Hours without injection the subject's levels are running very low.
Taken via remote telemetry on the subject, the heart rate is slow but still within normal range. Blood work not taken due to safety concerns.
10 hours the heart rate had dropped to dangerous levels.
Higher brain waves were dropping quickly. Upon injection with Factor X, subject returned to normal.
16 hours back to a slower heart rate. Subject getting restless.
20 hours High brain waves at coma level, subject seems aware.
23:44 hours heat rate dropped to 0, higher brain waves flat lines. Lower function brain waves
Peeking Off the chart.
23:50 Full infected mode - Factor X Hormone level at 0.34
23:55 Injection with Factor X - Subject docile
30:00 subject back to full infected mode.
Determination:
Subjects fall into a semi-dead mode with high lower function brain waves which appear to be driven to acquire the needed hormones. Once this need is met the subject becomes docile, several hours later the subject needs the hormones again.
Experiments on infected subject ATL-H
Pain - Subject has no outward reaction to pain. A severed finger, got no reaction from the subject in the docile mode.
Food - Beyond the need for the Factor X hormones, the subject appears to have no need for food.
Water - It is believed the infected get what water they need from their victims, our subject showed no interest in water.
Movement and sound: the subject has very acute hearing and sight reflexes.
Terminating subject: The best way to terminate a subject is by severing the spinal cord at the base of the neck. Optionally as observed in the field, major brain injury will shut the lower brain control function down. Wounds to the body (i.e. Heart, Lungs, etc) will not terminate a subject but tend to get them worked up and attracted other infected people.
Starvation: It is too short to tell but given time we might see 1 of 2 things, The infected will cease to function when the no longer have Factor X hormones, or they might go into a dormant state. It does not appear the infected actually need food to function, but some think hunger might drive them to eat at a later time. It is too soon to tell.
Chapter 2 - Immunity
The local news has shown the infection is widespread, and in the Greater Cincinnati area. Jack is hopeful that his family is okay. Under lockdown he has not been able to get a phone call or anything to them. Having a handle on the infection somewhat at lease. He was willing to lift the lockdown, advising the people that are infected but on hormone treatments that they need to maintain their injections. The CDC in Atlanta has a pill that can be taken.
But this time it is projected that in the world now, yes, I said world, that there are 2 kinds of people, the fully living and what the news are calling Zombies. The Zombies are slow once they are completely turned into Factor X hunting machines, but when they started they were fast. One difference between these zombies than the fictional zombies is these zombies don't infect other people. They also don't go around moaning "Brains" or even moaning for that matter, as they don't breathe at all.
Jack took his Land Rover to their home in the Indian hill community, along the way he passed several Zombies, "Yes", Jack thought, "I'm not calling them Zombies" Thankful for the brush guard he had added to it when a person ran across the road followed by a zombie chasing them. He managed to avoid the person, but hit the zombie with the right front part of the brush guard. The zombie going down and making a sickening popping sound when the passenger tire ran over it's head.
He made it to his house, where he found a total swarm of zombies surrounding his house. Again grateful for the roll bars Jack started beeping his horn to draw them away from the house. With about 20 of them in the driveway he sped up the drive disabling about 2/3rd of them, then back down and took out most of the rest.
Getting out, we was approached by one lone zombie, it appeared to be the neighbors boy. A gunshot rang out from the upstairs window of his house and the kid dropped. Looking up he saw his daughter at the windows with one of their rifles. She yelled down, "Hello Daddy, I knew you would be okay. Be careful, Mom's trapped in the downstairs bathroom."
Grabbing the pump action Mossberg off the mantle of the house as he went in, he headed up to his daughter, where he had to dispatch 2 zombies at her door but in the confined space he could not get a good aim with the shotgun. Upon seeing Jack the pair of gruesome zombies took pursuit and followed him outside where he was able to take aim and blow their brains out.
Jack turned back towards the house, and standing in the front door was the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. His daughter stood there looking at him, with her long flowing red hair, her alabaster skin, her freckled nose, wearing a summer dress that looked like it had been through a war. Even as ragged as she looked she reminded him so much of her mother. Running down the stairs she leapt of the ground into his arms, she hugged him tightly, "Thank you, I used my last bullet for the zombie at your car."
Lowering her down her dress rode partially up her body revealing some of her shape, Jack thought, "Yes very much like her mother." With a shake of his head he pushed that though out of his mine and back to the matter at hand.
Katelyn, "Mom is one of them, she tried to eat me. I pushed her in the bathroom and the zombie people can't figure out doors or I would be dead by now."
Jack replied, "We are going to have to do something with her, I just don't know what." We can try to lead her after one of us and lock her in the barn. I don't know if I can kill her."
That's exactly what they did, Jacked opened the door to the bathroom and Katelyn made a run for the barn. Her mom ran out of the bathroom, striped of her clothes. Her once beautiful body was not marred by the ravages of the infection. Her once supple breast were practically just flapping bags of skin as she followed her daughter down the drive to the barn. Jack thought to himself, how embarrassed his wife would be at anyone, even him, seeing her run like that.
Even as a zombie his wife was still fairly attractive naked, her pretty long red hair flowed in the breeze as she ran after Katelyn. Jack then spoke out loud to the empty air around him, "I am going freaking nuts!""
In the barn Katelyn ran past her mom returning to the outside again, locking the barn door sealing her mother inside for now.
They quickly cleared the house, Closed off the gate to the property. Using the lawn tractor they got the bodies all in a pile. Pouring gas over them he said, "From dust to dust, ashes to ashes." And the big woof of the flame soon had the bodies down to a pile of scorched bones.
Jack saying, "On my dear Katelyn, I'm sorry it took so long for me to get here, we were in lockdown mode. We learned a lot about this infection"
Katelyn responded, "What do we do?"
Jack said, "I think we can wait them out, once they run out of people to for the lack of a better word EAT, they will go dormant or maybe just die out."
Going to the kitchen and getting the one thing he missed at the lab out of the fridge, Jack sat down with his daughter on the couch and drank his beer. Katelyn saying, "It seems to be almost everyone I know got infected. I was online with my boyfriend James on video chat, and his mother came in the room said she wasn't feeling good, sat on his bed for about a minute. She complained she was hot and stood up, went over to him and I though was going to hug him, but right there she... Oh my god... she bit into his neck and blood went everywhere as she chewed on part of him. The computer screen got knocked over and I lost video."
Jack said, "From the data we've got they go after the endocrine glands, and the thyroid is one of the most accessible, followed by mammary and the testes and ovaries. The old school zombies of the movies like brains but the skull is too hard to crack open in real life and all these need are the pituitary gland, not the brain. You also have to destroy their brain as these are really mostly dead."
Katelyn asked, "That explains something then, when I saw a zombie attack the gardener it looked like it ripped off his ah.. junk .. and ate it. So What causes people to you know? Turn?"
Jack answered, "as of yesterday morning we don't know, I've been out of touch. I need to get down to my lab downstairs and see if I can connect up in little bit. Right now I just want to finish my beer. I want you to come down with me in a bit.
Katelyn wend in and got a wine cooler out of the fridge and downed one while standing there, and brought another with her along with a second beer for her father. After they went downstairs to the lab, Katelyn asked, "Why did you want me to come down here?"
Jack replied, "Two reasons really, first off I wanted you close, second, I think we need to do a complete physical on you if you are okay with that?"
Katelyn said, "Sure, if you think it will help."
Going into a room set up for exams that jack thought at the time was useless as he never sees people, but the CDC paid for it and required it. His lab is only a level 3 lab just set up for basic viral work.
In the exam room, Jack said, "This is going to be a little weird but I think it needs done. First off I need to examine you skin for marks and any lesions you might have. So I'm going to give you this gown to change into."
Katelyn said, "So you need to see all of my skin right?"
Jack turned red and said, "Yes."
With that Katelyn lifted her sundress above her head, and stood before her father naked as the day she was born. Jack hadn't seen her naked since she was maybe 8 years old, and she has grown into an attractive looking woman, who looked a lot like her mother. Jack said, "Wow, you look so much like your mom."
Katelyn said, "Dad, get it over with please."
Jack started at her head and worked is way down. He had to brush her lovely red hair off her shoulders to get access to her neck and upper back as well as the tops of her breast. Not finding anything until he got to her lower back. Preset on her lower back were a few small red splotches and several more were present on her butt cheeks. He took a magnifier to them, making notes on his pad. Turning her around he found a few more marks located on her stomach, and asked, "How long have you had these marks?
Katelyn had her turn at going red in the face, "Well about a week, they are from, don't kill me, my boyfriend and I tried... Well we tried some hot wax, and it burns like hell when it hits your skin."
Jack was not amused, "Okay then.. " He continued his exam finding a couple odd shaped moles on her inner thigh. Looking at them with the magnifying glass he got some views a father should never have of his daughter. He asked about them, "Have you noticed any changes in these moles."
Katelyn asked, "What moles?" He touched where they were at and she said, "Like I can even see there."
When everything else appeared normal Katelyn pulled her dress back over her head. Jack saying, "I'm glad to have that over. I would love to take some blood test, but I don't have all the tests here I need." Jack noticed he was slightly erect and had a slight wet spot showing through his slacks. Thinking to himself, "Jack you are a sick puppy."
Jack said, "You can stay here or you can go back upstairs if you like."
Katelyn, still a little flushed herself, said, "I think I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower."
Jack went and connected into the live video conference call, Doctor Acot was saying, "The genetic test on the people with immunity came back. There are 2 common genetic factors at play here. One being a mutation in 12 single-nucleotide polymorphisms (SNPs), or DNA sequence variations, associated with the concentration of SHBG circulating in the bloodstream. It appears that the affected have had some sort of radiation that they are sensitive to causing a break down in the SNPs. Now the immune people have mutated pair of genes that were identified about 2 years ago but a lab in Sweden, The genes were found in an African tribe that was compiled of mostly closely related individuals reproducing."
Jack asked, "Inbreeding?"
Doctor Acot replied, "Yes, more precise in most people our natural programming prevents us from being attracted to close family members. This is held over from our ancestors to provide a more diverse gene pool. Well these two genes are turned off as they are not needed in people that are unaffected but whatever this is. These Immune people are genetically open to being attracted to mate with close genetic matches or as we know family. This may be why in some areas incest is common. Most people with these genes turned off never act as they are programmed by society to seek others outside their family. Out of the staff we have at all of our locations that are immune without hormone injections 90% claim to have been at one point or another at last attracted to a family member at some point in their life. None claim to have ever acted on said feelings."
Another doctor asked, "So this genetic factor, or should I say lack of it, is why we are alive."
Doctor Acot, "Partly, we are not 100% sure. For those alive with hormone injections we have some good and bad news. First off, there are 2 birth control pills that if taken together will maintain hormone levels. This was found by accident by one of our techs who was not immune genetically, but had not issues, we got lucky on this. Bad thing is they need taken daily, and we are not sure about the supply levels, and how fast we can get them back up. From the looks of things, the Zombies are still very active so it might be a while before this can be handled."
A female doctor commented, "We are working on another alternative, but its sketchy right now."
Jack asked, "Any idea on what to do with the infected people."
Doctor Acot said, "The most humane thing to do is to put them down. We assumed they would become inert after they become depleted of the Factor X hormones they need, but what we see happening is they are entering a state of hibernation becoming dormant until they detect a living person or the Factor X hormones. When they detect the hormones they become very active going after the them. The infected also seem to be part of a hive mentality and will swarm in small groups. We have an untested theory that the low level brain activity waves are being transmitted a short distance. The swarm numbers we have seen are in the 10-20 infected range, and seem limited to about 50 feet before they lose their connection."
A technician spoke up, "I've emailed everyone our research, feel free to read up on it. Let us know if you observe anything."
Jack signed out of the conference; another beer was calling his name. He clicked print and the laser print quickly printed out 2 copies of notes, he grabbed them and headed upstairs.
Upstairs his daughter was on the couch another wine cooler in her hand, "Daddy, I'm glad you are done down there. I've missed you."
Pointing the bottle on the table Jack said, "You've had a few of those haven't you and I bet you haven't had a bite to eat." Jack went into the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches and brought them back in with some chips and another beer for himself. He handed his daughter one saying, "Eat!"
They ate and they drink, and they drink some more. Pretty soon they were both sleeping on the couch. Katelyn was leaned up against her father, feeling safe for the first time in the last week or so since the shit started to hit the fan as they say. When she woke up Katelyn's hand was in her father's lap, her dress had ridden up and his hand was on her bare hip. She had been dreaming of her boyfriend. She squeezed the budge once, closed her eyes and returned to her James.
In her dream Katelyn was seducing James, running her fingers up and down the bulge in his pants, feeling his hand rubbing up and down her body. She was going for his zipper when she felt his fingers lightly touch the line of her pubic hair.
Jack to was dreaming, not of his wife but having a very erotic dream of a lovely young tech that once worked for him, she was way too young for him but she was teasing him one day in the lab. Her fingers coaxed his manhood into life as she wanted him. HE had to stop, he could lose his job, his fingers went towards her woman hood, feeling the soft fur of her pussy, he heard the young tech say, "James, don't stop."
Jack was awake now, why did she call him James, HE looked down, his daughter's body was on display, Her hand was desperately trying to unzip his fly. Oh how he wanted to allow this, but he couldn't do it. He adjusted her dress so she was covered, one last look, wondering what she would taste like. HE took her hand, saying, "Katelyn, Wake up you are dreaming."
She groggily said, "Oh James, I want you! .. What the hell Daddy!"
Jack said, "It's okay you were dreaming."
Katelyn said, "It felt so real."
It was light outside again and they were both hungry, without saying much they made breakfast. They sat outside on the patio the cool spring air bringing them back to life, while they both read the notes.
Katelyn said, "This explains a lot, the dream this morning, how I felt last night after the exam."
Jack asked, "How did you feel?"
Katelyn responded, "About the same as you but I didn't have anything to leave a stain on beside the couch. This morning my dream was trying to seduce James."
Jack said, "I read that part too, where it might make the immunes extremely horny without any other outlets."
Katelyn said, "We will have to cope."
Jack said, "The only issue we are going to really face it keeping ourselves fed and safe. Lets take the land rover out and see what we can get from the stores after lunch."
The rest of the morning was spent being alone. Jack went to his lab, checking his emails, and back onto the video conference where the debate was going on about releasing their findings.
A new face was saying, "It has been determined that the only ones that are not infected to the point of being for the lack of a better term are our own staff that has been and will continue being treated as we have enough of the Factor X hormones to handle them. In the wild it is projected that the population infected are now at or nearing the Zombie stage. Furthermore we project that 75-80% of the populations is affected. And with that being said it is estimated that they have consumed a great deal of the immune people."
Jack interjected into the commentary, "Is there any work being done on stopping the infected?"
The new face replied, "Right now the only way we have is to disrupt the lower brain functions. A mild electric shock renders the infected inert, totally disrupting the all brain functions. They do not re-animate they are truly dead. The current flow does not matter, a cattle prod works very well and we have a report that an electric fence saved a farmer. We also found that an electromagnetic pulse such as that used to disable automobiles by police works very well for clearing out an area the size of two football fields."
Someone else asked, "Any idea what caused this phenomenon?"
The new voice when silent, and Dr Acot appeared, "At this time it appears that a meteor shower a few months ago released a low level of cosmic radiation. NASA pointed this out, but there was no alert, as it was thought to be harmless, and with all cosmic rays, there is no shielding from them unless you are inside a magnetic bottle. The cosmic rays were very specific and caused the 12 SnP's to mutate, we are not sure what finally set the chain reaction off."
The new face reappeared, "If the military was still fully functional we could have them detonate a nuclear bomb above the surface of the earth in the ionosphere and fry them all. I'm sending everyone the complete research packet again,. with about 30 new pages of notes."
Jack started reviewing the notes while still online, some really tough points in there to be made. The EMP got him thinking, at least locally he can come up with something for the house. The barn has the makings of an electric fence they used to have around the property. He also seems to think the Indian Hills rangers were equipped with EMP's for their vehicles. Right now they need to make a run out to the stores to see what food they can acquire.
Going upstairs he wanted to get going to see what they could locate. He went looking for his daughter when she wasn't in the living room like normal, Walking up the stairs he here a buzzing sound, not sure what was going on he followed it. Looking into her room he found the source of the buzzing, it was his daughter but instead he found her in her room the summer dress she was wearing bunched up around her waist with a very large and very pink vibrator going in and out of herself. Standing in the door unable to move, his eyes locked onto the pink shaft thnking to himself, "That's a vibrator and she... she is ..." He had trouble thinking the words.
Jack's hand without thinking went to his zipper, pulling himself out, he stroked his own shaft. His eyes never leaving her body. Thinking to himself, "Oh.. God she looks like her mom." His shaft felt hot in his hand, and soon he was shooting his bottled up load onto the doorframe of his daughters room.
He heard her say, "Yes Daddy, Give it to me, Give it to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee" her hips rose off the bed as she came.
He backed down the hall and down the steps, not wanting to admit he had been watching her. He called at the bottom of the stairs, "You up there Katelyn? We need to get moving before it gets too late."
She yelled back, "In a minute, I'll be down in a minute." She knew he was there, she heard the floor board outside her room creek. So horny she didn't care, she came and she came hard with him watching.
She threw off the dress, grabbed a T-Shirt pulling it over her head with the thought of a bra, who will see besides her dad and maybe some zombies anyway. Stepped into clean underwear and a pair of jeans, pulled on her hiking boots laced them up and off she headed. On her way out the door she could not resist the urge to reach out and run her finger through the fresh cum on the door frame bring it to her lips tasting her own father's seed, the seed that made her for the first time ever taste cum.
Down the stairs she came, with her father watching her every move and her breasts bounced under the material of the Jimmy Buffet T-shirt she wore. Out into the explorer, their first stop was a small tack shop which had some farm supplies. Jack quickly found what he was looking for, Three cattle prods and fresh batteries. He took all the batteries they had on the shelf, found an electric fence generator and some wire and enough stakes to go around their house, He figured that just in case they might need them.
The next stop down the line was the Indian Hill Rangers station. Before you look at this as a farm community, Indian Hills is an upscale neighborhood, The average house is in the neighborhood of 1 to 2 million dollars, A walled ranch style house with a privacy wall like Jack's was more in the 8-10 million range.
At the Rangers Station they found exactly what they was looking for, the Big Ford Excursion with front and rear brush guards complete with winches, Light bar's, and loaded with 2-rifles, 2-shot guns and some toys they didn't know the use of yet. Mounted on each bumper was a 6inch coil and a small satellite looking dish, one aimed forward, one aimed to the rear. And two buttons covered with a red stopper to prevent accidental use on the dash labeled EMP-R and EMP-F.
The best part of this was the keys were in the ignition. Jack told his daughter, "You follow me in the Landrover, we are going over to Sam's Club"
At Sam's they found the place was overrun with zombie who became very alert when Jack turned on the subsonic siren, The Zombies continued to file out of the store the group was about 60 zombies total, some still wearing their Sam's club uniform. A couple of the female Zombies were naked, with blood streaked down their chins to their almost deflated breast, leaving a stain down to the center of their cleanly shaven crotches. One had a diamond ring on her hand that could have choked a horse. Jack thought, "Got to love Indian Hill". When Jack hit the EMP-F switch it took about 30 seconds and the crowd fell to the ground. One of the naked female zombies landed on her back with a heavy set guy landing on her legs, his face planted right in the V of her crotch.
Jack left the siren go for about another minute one straggler came out of the store, jack dispatched him with a single touch of the cattle prod to his temple.
Out of habit Jack had his Sam's club Card out to show the greeter at the door. The greeter was on break, a really long break from the looks of it. Inside the store was basically untouched, protected by the zombies. Jack and Katelyn each got a pallet style cart, and load it up. Passing a few eaten bodies in the isles. Jack made note that some of them had cracked skulls and part of their brains looked like they were scooped out. The worst was a toss up, some of the guys had their scrotum removed in what looks like a couple bites. A couple of the ladies were torn open at the waist and Jack assumed their ovaries were eaten.
The pair loaded up with non-perishables, and a few things that might spoil but were intended to be consumed before then. They soon had the 2 vehicles packed to capacity. Jack wondered if they would ever eat all those cashews and trail mix. They also replenished the stock with a couple cases of beer and wine coolers. Katelyn grabbed a plastic bin and loaded it up with every battery from the display in the store.
The liquor store was next door, actually part of the club but only for businesses. Jack and Katelyn went in and each grabbed a few bottles.
Loaded up, they returned home parking the Police Excursion as close to the front door as they could. They unloaded the haul into the garage and basement. Feeling better about the food supply they locked the gates to the drive, and went inside. Both of them were sore, and the hot tub on the patio outside was calling their names.
Katelyn said, "I'm going to go soak in the hot tub, I really need to relax, I hurt."
Jack said, "Just let me go get changed."
Katelyn said, "Daddy, It's just you and I here. You saw every inch of me last night and I don't care."
Jack said, "Maybe so, but I don't want to go waving my junk around all over the place in front of you."
Katelyn replied, "You are being silly, Just come on, I don't bite I promise."
Jack gave in, out by the hot tub Katelyn was the first to remove her clothes, Jack watched in awe as she peeled off her T-shirt and jeans. Standing in front of him naked she turned around and stepped into the hot tub.
Katelyn said, "your turn Daddy."
He lowered his head, defeated. Kicking off he shoes first, then lowering his pants, keeping his boxers on, then removing his shirt, he stood before her big blue eyes as she patted her hands on the side of the tub in a mock drum roll. He lowered his boxers, letting his penis free into the air. She gasped thinking "He wasn't even hard and he was as big as James"
Three words escaped her lips, "Very Nice Daddy."
Jack said, "Katelyn! Don't tease your old man like that."
Katelyn said, "I'm sorry Daddy, it's just the only one I have to compare it to is my..., I mean James and he was smaller when he was ah... into the moment.. than you are now."
Stepping into the hot tub Jack said, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about it," not quit thinking about it.
Katelyn said, "Did you read all those notes you gave me, even the last packet?"
Looking over at Katelyn her lovely red hair floating in the water just above her breast, her nipples barely rising above the water Jack said, "Not all the last one yet. But enough to know that the Electric Pulse works very well." Jack felt himself getting turned on as his daughters big blue eyes seemed to stare into him.
Katelyn said, "Well, Daddy, "
The way she said Daddy just seemed to do something to him. He wasn't sure if he liked how he was feeling. Reaching his hand under the water he casually squeezed his penis once. Thinking to himself, "what am I doing, sitting here naked in hot tube, completely hard, and thinking bad thoughts in middle of the Zombie Apocalypse, with of all people, my daughter who just complimented me on my... penis size."
Katelyn continued, "The research said there is an increased sex drive in the immune people, and that without some avenue of release they predict that the lack of sexual contact will eventually drive the immune people into a state of mental confusion where they will no longer be able to function."
Jack said, "I haven't heard that before, I am sure we can survive. Not being too blunt, we still have our hands."
"But; Daddy." Katelyn added, "Never mind, just read the research."
Jack said, "What is it... Spill it."
in a very seductive manor Katelyn moved closer to her father, sitting on her feet brought her breasts clear of the water and Jack couldn't look up as he heard her talking. She was saying, "the research said that we actually need a partner. Daddy, I'm up here..."
She reached out and touched his chin bringing his eye to meet hers Jack said, "Oh baby, I'm not sure what you are saying."
Katelyn continued, "Whatever is wrong is causing us to become extremely horny. I tried this morning using, well using a toy if you get my drift. It did nothing to make this feeling go away."
Jack said, "I know baby, I saw you, and I have a confession to make. Not only did I see you but I also stayed and watched you. You are very beautiful. I relieved myself and I agree, it did nothing for me. There has to be another way than what you seem to be suggesting."
Katelyn pleaded, "Please come up with something then, I'm getting to the point where it seems really good to just ... oh daddy." She put her arms around his neck, hugging him tight, her breast pushing into his muscular chest.
Jack could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into his chest as her soft breast pressed into him. The sides of her boobs pressed against his arms as he wrapped them around her, one of his hands wondered down and was caressing her lower back until his pinky finger found the crack of her ass. He move his hand like he had touched a hot stove, their bodies separated with Katelyn's hand just running across his hard cock, slightly squeezing the head before totally parting.
Katelyn said, "Daddy I'm sorry... I really am.. I didn't mean that."
Jack said, "I know baby, you are right. Just then all I could think of was how good you felt."
Katelyn said, "Daddy figure something out, I know you can." Her breast bounced above the water for a second as she sat back.
Sitting there next to his daughter trying to relax and put the thought he just had of jumping her bones aside, Jack noticed that his daughter was all of a sudden really quiet. He had been trying to avoid looking over at her but the sudden silence made him worry a little. He looked over to her and found her eyes were closed with her right hand under the water.
Jack did the unthinkable for him, he put his right arm over her shoulders and pulled her against him, she leaned her head onto his chest and kept going with her right hand. Jack knew exactly when she had her orgasm, her body tensed and he felt her shake, and then she lay still on his chest. Jack heard her sigh, "Thank you daddy, I love you."
Katelyn could tell jack was about ready to give up, he had helped her, and it really did help her. She crossed her right hand across her body, grabbing her father's cock, saying, "relax Daddy, let me do this for you at least. It helped me just now. I can think again."
Jack held her tighter and without saying a word, his daughter did the unthinkable. Her little hand going up and down his monster sized cock. From her boyfriend, Jack, she could tell her father was close. With the head of his cock just breaking the water she was treated to the show. Sure, she gave her boyfriend a hand job, even a blowjob once; but she had never seen him actually cum. Her father's cum shot into the air, some of it landing onto her face but most falling into the water between them.
He held to him and said, "Thank you baby, but you know we "
She said, "Daddy, just take it for what it was, I helped you, you helped me."
Chapter 3- Finding help
In Atlanta - Thing were getting more under control. Once the group found out that the Immunity required them to have some sort of sexual contact they could dedicate themselves to working hard again to find answers. The need for sexual contact had proved to be daunting. The Immune individual could not self-pleasure, nor use any devices to aid the alone. It was found that they did not have to actually have intercourse, but that if they did they could go at longer between sessions without any other sexual contact. Of just the Immunes there are a total of 20 guys in the Atlanta facility and 3 Females. The Non-Immunes that need Factor X do not help with the Immunes problem of needing sex.
It has been found that regular intercourse of every other day for helps to keep the Immunes functioning at peak performance. The three females in the Atlanta facility are more than enough to handle the 20 guys on this schedule as their ramped up sex drive has 2 of the three addicted to sex. It was also found that male/male of female/female relations do not work to keep this matter under control.
Back in Cincinnati - Reading the research and doing their own, Jack and Katelyn found that one a day Mutual masturbation sessions seemed to keep the matter under control. They had started sleeping together at the start of this crisis just now at night they each help one another out before bed time,
Jack at first had a real issue with this, but without it they both started having trouble doing regular things, and became worked up emotionally. Jack also felt very comforted by having his daughter close to him at night. Many of the nights he would wake up and found her nestled in his arms or find her snuggled up to him.
About 3 weeks in Jack and Katelyn decided to go to the lab, and generally around town, and another supply run. This time they rode together in the Police Excursion. Having to only hit the EMP twice when they were coming up on larger groups of Zombies. At one point they had a bullet strike the windshield as they were going through the city. Thankful for the bullet proof glass they kept going. Further down the road they came a couple side streets that were blocked off. A little further down the road they came to what looked like a road block made with concrete dividers called K-rails.
A single person was standing at the blocked point with a small handgun pointed at them yelling "Get out of the CAR NOW!"
Jack told Katelyn, "don't you dare."
She said, "Come on daddy I'm not crazy."
Jack said, "Today." With that three more people showed up waling behind them,
The small gang was demanding them to, "Get out of the car you fucking assholes."
Jack Lit up the light bar on top of the Ford Excursion the one in front jumped back out of site, one of the three behind them got close enough to strike the back windshield with a baseball bat. Katelyn scream at the impact, Jack hit the siren once put the big beast of a car into reverse, and without thinking about it slammed into 2 of the three gang members hard enough to throw them backwards into a car that was blocking the intersection hard enough that had anyone checked cracked their skulls. The third gang member ran up to where his buddy with the gun was, then as Jack and Katelyn watched started running their way yelling something. If they could have heard this they would have heard pleas for help us as they were being over taken by a literal herd of Zombies.
About 100 Zombies were closing in on the pair of thugs from behind. Jack backed up as the fastest round of the Zombies caught the two, ripping their throats out, followed by more personal parts. The heard soon turned onto the big SUV with it's pretty Blue and Red lights twirling on top. As the first reached the hood Jack remembered the EMP. When Jack pushed the red button that was meant to shut down the electrical system of a car the electrical impulse jammed the Lower brain function of the zombies and they all fell to the road really dead this time. It was just as simple as throwing a switch. From the second floor of the building beside them they heard cheers, and a lone person standing at the door with a white flag. The guys came over to the car, and they talked, discussing how the Zombies got taken down, and the thugs. They gave a couple of cattle prods to the group and told them what they needed.
The rest of the day, the drove around the city with their siren and lights going, about ever block they would sent off both the front and rear EMP. Zombies fell like flies.
The survivors that came out, all Immues were all told to gather in the big Stadium that thanks to 9-11 was pretty secure against Zombies.
Inside on the field was about 1500 people total, Jack and Katelyn was amazed. They heard stories of the Gang of 4 that they just took down, and Zombies and more Zombies. The confirmed the need for Sex to the group, which the people of Cincinnati had figured out on their own. They didn't know that Mutual Masturbation worked as an alternate to sex, you just had to do it more. With the Zombies gone from the city the people were free to go elsewhere, However, they decided to clean the city up.
Going back home without ever visiting the Lab, or restocking Jake and Katelyn were worn out. They showered and then went to soak naked in the hot tub and talk. The two had gotten used to their nightly sessions that the nudity was nothing. Well the talking turned into drinking. Jack remembers as he drank down his 4th bottle of a high power craft beer that he was going to miss when they were all gone that this was a bad idea.
Jack was thinking to himself, "The drinking, the hot tub, his naked supple young daughter, her flowing red hair, her milk white shoulders, her... oh my, her nipples begged for his attention." Sure they knew their way around masturbating one another, but they never went further than that, maybe a hug, they even dressed in Pj's to sleep afterwards. Jack still thinking, "I wonder if she's a good kisser, I wonder what she tastes like. I wonder how ..." HE TRIED TO STOP but he couldn't, "good in bed she is."
The both were feeling the effects of the drinking, and they decided it was time for bed. Their bedtime routine was for Jack to check the fencing to make sure it was turned on, which it was. Katelyn normally went upstairs and got dressed for bed while he was doing this, She was naked and it felt good so she just slipped between the sheets in their now shared bedroom, Jack slipped out of his clothes, and knowing the routine and he normally he would slip into boxers until they she was taken care of first. Jack was horny tonight, more so than normal he thought, He leaned over toward his daughter under the sheet, intending to slip his hand down into her panties and over her furry mound, into the hotness that was her pussy. Finding no resistance he naturally wrapped his leg over hers, his bare cock touching her thigh for the first time. Katelyn turned her head to her father opening her mouth to say, "Oh that feels nice" but instead found his mouth right there. She kissed him deeply, her tongue finding his, his tongue finding hers. Two lovers finally realizing their true need.
Fueled by the alcohol, the full body contact, and the lust inducing condition their immunity was causing found the two of them in heaven. Jack worked his way down his daughters milk white shoulder gently kissing until he made it to her breast where he paid each one their due homage. Her nipples felt so responsive in his mouth, he licked one feeling the vibrations going through his body as his tongue snake around the erect nipple to the soft areola below at it's base. Taking his time with each, bringing his sweet baby to the verge or orgasm, edging her there before dipping lower into the red fur lined valley between her legs.
The fragrance of her womanhood was strong in his nose, her pubic hair tickled his lips as his kissed her nether regions, inching closer and closer to the center of her being. Flicking his tongue out like a probe into uncharted space he finally made First Contact with her previously forbidden Clitoris. The taste on his tongue wase divine. He devoured her, teasing her, some by sucking on her wonderful pussy lips, letting his tongue slide into the crevice he desired.
Underneath her daddy Katelyn writhed in pleasure, each time her father brought her so close, so damn close and then backing of again. Finally she wrapped her legs around his head, pulled his face into her pussy, covering him with her juices and she found her release.
Once he escaped her clutches Jack moved up his daughter's body, admiring the sight of her milky skin now covered in sweat from her orgasm. Jack was oh so ready his cock in his hand, rubbing the head of his uncut cock on the little nub that just brought her so much pleasure. Looking into her blue eyes, asking what he thought he would never ask, "Baby are you ready?"
Katelyn shook her head, "Oh Daddy, I want it but I want to be sober so I remember my first time, Let's wait for tomorrow. Please Daddy Please."
No father could ever turn down his baby girl asking to wait one more day, and jack was okay. He moved off her body and she straddled him, kissing him, and working down his masculine body as he had worked down hers. Her pussy trailed over his cock and he could feel her clitoris rubbing over the exposed glands on the tip as she continued to go lower. Taking his cock into her mouth, finding out that all of it didn't fit like her boyfriend's did. Going up and down her father's cock, licking the outside of it like an ice cream cone. Trying to edge her father like he did her but not having the experience, she finds herself with the fountain going off into her mouth, painting the back of her throat and filling her mouth with his cum. Like a good daughter she swallowed every last drop, climbed back up his body, kissing her father's lips with just her lips and said, "Oh thank you Daddy, you are the best."
She lay down beside her father in all his wonderful nakedness. Their warm skin pressed together in love, they soon fell into the best deep restless sleep they have ever experienced.
In the morning when they woke up it was raining outside, April showers were coming down bring with them the rain that will work on making the world new again this spring. Love was in the air for Jack and Katelyn and across the whole area life was becoming new. Just as the EMP killed off the zombies, the electrical storms disrupted the electrical activity the zombies required. No one new this at the time, but over time the Zombies were just no more,
The day was spent naked, snuggled up in bed for a while, downstairs naked watching tv. In the kitchen naked, and in the hot tub at the end of the day naked with Katelyn sitting her dads lap kissing like the new lovers they are. As it got dark Katelyn said, "Daddy, can we talk about making love?"
Jack said, "Sure baby, but only if you want to, Last night was wonderful but you know it's always okay to say no to anything."
Katelyn looking a little aggravated said, "Daddy, I love you, and I want it. I want you to be my first tonight."
Jack said, "Your first? I assumed if you knew what James's ah... penis looked like you had ah... "
Katelyn Said, "James wanted to, but I wasn't ready. Basically all I ever did with him was what we did last night, and maybe not even that much. His ... His cock never touched me down there."
Jack said, "I never thought I would say this, but I would be honored to be your first. Tonight or whenever you say you are ready. I love you baby, you know that."
Katelyn said, "Daddy, I love you too and I want you to be my first.", Feeling between her legs she fishes for his cock bring it between her legs, the head of it sticking out the front size of her thighs, Rubbing his cock head with her hand, she says, "Just be gentle with me later."
After they got out of the hot tub, the rest of the evening was spent with Katelyn getting ready for the big event, while Jack got in with the group on the video conference.
Doctor Acot was speaking, "The good news is that the Zombies are basically dead or dying out, the bad news is that it's estimated that about 95% of the earth's population has died. The Zombies themselves after they shut down return to dust due to the cosmic radiation breaking down the cellular walls if they are no longer have any current flowing in them. This makes disease control and clean up rather easy. The electrical storms we have experience has had a couple other effects that were unexpected. The first is, the people requiring Factor X no long need them, the second much deeper reaching effect is that while people are still wanting sex as they have gotten used to it, the need for it no longer threatening. It seems the worst is behind us now. Ours worst enemy now is our fellow survivors. Another note worth mentioning, The Clearwater Channel 700 on the AM dial which can around be heard around the world when on high power will start broadcasting in the Morning at 8am EST."
With that, New data packets were sent out with detailed notes via the email servers. Jack signed off, He had to tell his daughter the news and still hope that she want to continue with their love.
Jack went upstairs, going to their bedroom. Upon entering the now candlelit room he found his baby girl laying propped up pillows, looking at him. Wearing a long nightshirt like she wore as a youngster. It was a faded pink and on it was a whinny the pooh head. In her best little girl voice she said, "Daddy are you coming to nighty night with me?"
Jack smiled, "Yes baby I am, but I want to tell you something first."
Katelyn said, "Whatever it is daddy it can wait, I am so sweepy."
Jack smiled even more, "Okay my baby girl, I'll tuck you in and give you your good night kiss."
Katelyn said, "Daddy, will you tell me a nighty night story... Pweaseeeee"
Jack started, "Once upon a time there was this daddy..."
Katelyn said, "Oh Daddy... Just take your clothes off and come to bed, I want.. I want.. I want to "
Undressing Jack said, "Your is Daddy working on it baby girl."
As his boxers hit the floor Katelyn said, "Oh my Daddy, what a big ..."
Jack brought his mouth to Katelyn's stifling the words she was about to say. Her hands darted to his fully erect cock, pulling back his foreskin, smearing a droplet of his precum over the glands below. Katelyn still in her little girl voice, "Oh daddy, you are so ready for nighty night time."
As the night before, Jack was not going to go with an unknown. Lifting long T-shit over her head, underneath he found A yellow teddy with blue lace trim, and crotch less panties to match.
Jack sighed, "On baby doll, you are so.. so.. god.. you're totally. I mean.." At a total loss for words Jack laid her down and buried his face in the silky folds of lace, pubic hair and pussy lips between her legs. Licking for all he was worth, he quickly brought her through at least three orgasms that ran into each other.
She lifted his head up from between her legs leading him up her body allowing his cock to find the entrance to her pussy, kissing him passionately on the lips, pulling him tight against her body, whispering into his ears, "Oh my sweet daddy, please, please, make love to me."
He reached down between them, rubbing his cock against her waiting hole. She was wet enough and he was ready. He kissed her on the lips as he entered her waiting vice like pussy. He felt some resistance but pushed onward, taking he baby girl's virginity. She winced with the pain of the invasion of her body, it wasn't as bad as she feared more like a pinch with a slight burn.
Her father true to his word Jack was very gentle, his baby girl was all grown up now. The lush warmth of her pussy surrounded and held his cock tight, gripping him like a vice. Jack could tell she was having some pain and ask her, "Baby, It's done, do I need to stop?"
Katelyn said, "Oh daddy, it only hurts a little now, just go slow please."
Jack looked his daughter in the eyes, feeling his heart racing as he lay still, his cock buried deep in the velvet warmth of her. His lips met hers passionately kissing her on the lips before his tongue darted into her waiting mouth. Their tongues met in a forbidden dance spurring on action in the rest of their bodies. Her hips rose to meet the invader, over and over for what seemed like an eternity to Jack. The age old instinct of making love was taking over and Jjack was getting lost in his daughter. Looking into Katelyn's big blue eyes was like gauzing on infinity. Katelyn kissing Jjack drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking it into her mouth, sending shivers of pleasure at her father.
Jack could feel it starting when she first sucked his tongue into her mouth, the way her tongue swirled around his was pushing him over the edge., Jack felt nothing but love for his daughter and their bodies were starting to really dance together. Katelyn felt her father's body getting tenser, and whispered into his ear, "Cum for me daddy, Cum for me my sweet daddy." He felt his testicles tense as rope after rope of his cum struck against his daughters cervix. "Oh yes Daddy," Filled jacks ears as he was cumming.
Kissing his daughter again, he rolled off her and lay on the bed beside her. His cock making a squishy popping sound as it popped out of Katelyn's pussy. Turning to lay her head on her father's chest Katelyn said, "Daddy that was great, thank you so much."
Jack kissed the top of her head, and within minutes his baby girl's breathing was slow and rhythmic. Jack pulled the sheet up over them and joined her in sleep.
Chapter 4 - Rebuilding
The next morning when Katelyn and Jack woke up, they knew their world had changed forever. The first real change that Katelyn noticed was that she was a little sore when she walked, but that went away. The second one was that her father joined her in the walk-in shower, she was grateful and it felt good to have someone washing her back, and her front. When his long cock poked her in the stomach she felt lust, she said, "Oh daddy, is that for me?"
Jack said, "Whenever you want it baby doll."
Katelyn wrapped her hands around his hard cock saying, "Thank you for last night daddy. I have never felt so loved as I do right now." Soaping his cock she soon had him spewing his cum over her stomach. "I want you inside me, just not now daddy, I'm a little tender."
Jack said, "It's up to you, it's always up to you. You are so beautiful; I just love you, everything about you." Running his hands over her body he continues, "I am so lucky to have you as my daughter."
The water turned cold and the pair got quickly out of the shower, Jack taking a huge fluffy towel and drying off his baby girl. He admired his daughter's body as he worked to dry her off stealing kisses here and there. She squealed when he hugged her from behind, "Daddyyyyyyy.. you are still wet and cold."
As he dried her back again Jack said, "I'm sorry I couldn't resist doing that."
Quickly using the same towel Jack dried himself off, and they got dressed for the day ahead of them. First off over breakfast they chatted about the news of the zombies, and that they no longer require sexual contact. Jack saved the big news about the Radio Station, they went to listen to the first broadcasts which came in super clear since they were within about 20 miles of the main antenna for it.
When they tuned in:
"This is Dr. Acot, I want to say Greetings to anyone out there, I'm not sure how many are left after this disaster we just faced. The good news is the actual threat is over, the bad news is we now have to rebuild our world. This was a global disaster caused by cosmic rays inducing a genetic mutation in the human race that cause about 70% of the population into Zombie like creatures, who then proceeded to eat the glands of the other 30%. We estimate there are about 3 to 5 percent of the population left but we won't know that for some time. Anyone that can hear this transmission, we have 5 people monitoring the long range HAM radio frequencies in the 20 meter range, And on the CB channel 19, If you have access to a working Sat Phone you can call us at 1-440-GotoCDC, We have had no contact with Washington DC and have no reason to expect that the Government is operating.
The following are the facts as we understand them.
.. Facts omitted here to avoid repeating...
We have notification of Semi-Functioning Communities in the following areas
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Atlanta, Ga
Boston, MA
Cincinnati, Oh
Columbia, SC
Knoxville, TN
Huntsville, Al
Topeka, KS
Las Vegas, NV
Salem, Or
The Flordia Key's, Fl - If you can get there, they blew up the bridge leading into the keys.
We know of a couple outpost in foreign countries, Mainly in Western Europe, It was reported that Paris, France and Rome Italy had some survivors.
We speculate that there are other hold outs also. Because of the connection with sexual contact the areas that have survivors are more sexually open areas.
Our list will be updated as we get more info. We have also asked for communities to try to get a population count.
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The Transmission continued but they quit listening. about 20 minutes later it repeated.
Katelyn asked her dad, "Okay so now we don't have to have sex any more right?"
Jack felt like he was kicked in the gut, "That's right baby."
Katelyn asked in her child like voice, "But dadddddddddy can we prudy pwease still play with our pee-pee's"
Jack smiled, "You know baby when you talk like that I just want to ..."
Katelyn interrupted him by sliding her shirt off over her head, she was not wearing a bra, Kicking her shoes off, then sliding her pants and panties down in one movement lay back on the couch and said, "Eat me?? Pwease...?"
Without removing any of his clothes he buried his face between his little girl's legs. Tasting her freshly washed pussy was divine. Her lovely red pubic hair tickled his nose as he serviced her hard little clitoris, the opposing textures of his tongue was driving her nuts, when he insert his finger inside her and found her G-spot rubbing it a few times she exploded into his mouth, covering his face and the couch cushion with her ejaculate.
"Oh Daddieeeeeeeeeeeee," was all he heard as he continued to devour her sweet pussy.
Unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down just enough to set his raging cock free.. He entered his baby girl for the second time in the last 12 hours.
Katelyn moaned, "Oh yes... yes... ahhh... that feels... ooohhhh Daddy..."
Jack made serious love to his daughter this time, knowing she might be tender later, but she was into this moment right now. "Oh baby.." He came into her waiting womb, but in the excitement he was able to keep going until her body tensed again.
From Katelyn He heard, "Oh daddy yes cum in my pussy." In his mind he heard, "cum in my unprotected pussy." That thought excited him even more, and he kept going finally cumming into her again.
Katelyn said, "oh daddie... That was great, you are great but I think we need another shower."
Jack said, "And some soap and a wet towel to clean up the couch, so glad we got leather."
So the morning of two showers passed. They spent the day doing different things around the house. Jack thought he saw someone on the road but wasn't sure.
That evening the grilled, It was amazing the electricity and other utilities were still working, but in reality the Power plants that Indiana hill was connected to were driven by hydroelectric power, The community had their own private water supply too.
Bed time was a welcome thing, for the first time ever Jack and Katelyn climbed into bed together, both naked. Kissing once and then holding each other they both fell asleep in record time.
The next few weeks were spent in about the same fashion. They spent lots of time in the hot tub in the evenings, watching movies they had on DVD and Blu-ray. Gone were the days of Netflix and Chill.
One spring day they were running out of movies they haven't seen, and Katelyn wanted some new clothes, and Jack needed a few tools so they went out 'shopping' This time to the mall, Katelyn wanted to get some clothes, and well Sears is there too. Jack loaded up on a few tools, Katelyn went shopping on her own for a little bit. Jack heard his daughter's scream coming out of a Starbuck's. Rushing there, what he saw surprised him. There was three boys there and by boys take it to be football sized teenagers. Two of the boys had his daughter by her arms the third just worked her jeans off and his erect cock poking out the front of his pants.
Without even thinking about it jack drew the .45 out from the holster on his side, took aim, squeezed his trigger and the kid with his cock hanging out about ready to rape his baby girl fell over backwards as the slug hit him center chest. The other two released his daughter causing her to stumble back away from the now dead boy and fall on the floor. Two more gunshots rang out in the small coffee shop and they joined their friend on the floor.
Katelyn was pulling on her pants and crying. Jack came over to her saying, "I'm sorry, I should never have left you alone, it won't happen again."
Katelyn said, "Its not your fault, they were the jerks that wanted to rape me." Pointing at the one with his shriveled cock hanging out she said, "That one said he bet I was better than the other two combined."
Jack said, "I for one know you are, but those assholes will never find out."
Katelyn got her boots back on and picked up her shopping bags and spat on the ring leader saying, "Serves you right."
They went back to shopping together, Katelyn was actually not the nervous wreck Jack assumed she would be. Once everything was loaded, they went to a gun store that they found unlocked, picked up some more ammo and a pink .38 9mm Semi-automatic smith and Wesson for Katelyn and a holster. Later stopping back at Sam's the loaded up with food again, and a several cases of adult beverages. And they cleared out one of each movie from the shelves of the Walmart they passed. Unseen by her father, Katelyn picked up a pregnancy test and some mulitvitiams. Jack cleared the shelves in the pharmacy of some key medicines and pain killers that were there. For the most part the store was in decent shape, the meat counter was the worst as the electricity for the store was out. There were no real signs of mass looting because the Zombie outbreak pretty much took care of anyone that would be around to loot the store. Sure a couple of the registers were open and the cash gone but it didn't appear anyone had time to really worry about much.
The last stop along the way was to a Pool and Spa store where they got some chemicals for the hot tub.
There were lots of empty sets of clothes with a reddish brown dust around them which Jack knew was the remains of the People/Zombies that were infected. The lingering effect of the cosmic rays broke down the bodies of the infected within days and those that were bitten within a week. Jack thought finally a plague that cleans up after itself.
Driving around they saw a few other people doing their 'shopping' and smaller stores. There were a few kids playing in a park causing jack to wonder about the whole need for sex part of the event.
Getting back home and taking a few hours to unload and put everything in its place before taking a needed break and unwinding. Katelyn disappeared for a little bit into the bathroom, she came back to the living room looking excited holding something behind her back. Going over to Jack she said, "Daddy dear, I have some great news I think."
Jack said, "Do tell my sweet baby."
Katelyn handed him the small pen like test, he took it in her hand and saw two Pink Lines. Katelyn said, "I didn't even think about babies with everything going on, but it looks like we are going to be a mommy and daddy soon."
Jack was in shock, He had not considered it himself, His sperm count was non-existent thanks to his daughter bringing home the mumps when she was in grade school and giving them to him."
Jack said, "I don't know what happened I was sterile from the mumps." Then he remembered glancing over the notes, saying that one effect was regeneration of the glands. "I think the Rays caused my glands to regenerate."
Katelyn ask, "Are you upset with me daddy?"
Jack said exactly what he thought, "No baby, I could never be upset with you. Just a little surprised and overjoyed."
Life went on as life does, over the next several months, Jack and Katelyn spend a good deal of it naked, making love, and snuggling on the couch watching movies. They went 'shopping' to a Baby store, for clothes, diapers, crib, a bed, swings, and anything and everything they could think of. They made the bedroom next to theirs into a nursery."
They tried to locate a mid-wife or ob-gyn doctor without any luck with in the area around them. The best Jack came up with was training materials from the University of Cincinnati medical college on how to deliver a baby. They spent the months waiting learning everything they could,
Jack on one of his trips out found a Wedding set, telling Katelyn, "There is no one around to marry us, but before God I want you to now I will always be yours."
Katelyn cried, "I love you daddy. I really, really do."
The last month before the baby passed quickly, Jack had lots of back rubs to give, sore feet to rub, and special meals to cook, and spend time making love as she had read in a book that, "Semen helps soften the cervix making delivery easier." And what guy would turn that down.
Some guys don't like pregnant women, they claim all sorts of things like they can feel the baby, or they are just not attractive, or they are afraid of hurting the baby. Well that's all lies. A pregnant woman is one of the most attractive sites you will ever see. Her skin will be aglow, her figure full and supple, she will taste like honey. And once her milk comes in you will be treated with the sweetest elixir of life.
One thing Jack did that was a little weird was using vitamin-E oil and stretching out her virginal opening. But in the long run it seemed to help a she did not have any tearing or splitting when she gave birth to their bouncing baby girl.
The birth was really uneventful, the baby came out in a couple pushes after about 3 hours of labor. She was beautiful, born with a head of red hair like her mothers. She nursed off of Katelyn soon after she was born.
The next few months were stressful for both parents, you would think not working would make it easier, but life in the aftermath proved to be more taxing than one might think.
The girl, Jennifer, who they named after his late wife, and Katelyn's mother grew fast, and proved to be very smart. Scary smart to be exact. And talking with other parents other kids conceived after this event exhibited the same intellect. Then Jenifer and the other kids started being old enough to go to school, around 5 or 6, the parents formed a community school in the old Cincinnati Day School facility. It actually was held like school, except that the parents of each child was somewhere around the buildings. No parent was ready to leave their child alone.
The kids individually are all super smart, able to figure out complex math at the age of 6, by the time they was 7 they could make a computer sing and do things out of this world. By 9 years old, the kids were above the level any adult in any subject.
With the guidance of adults, a lot of the old world, pre-zombie tech was starting to come back to life. At 10 the kids had engineering labs running, making things to improve life. The power grid was no longer needed, using some kind of manufactured rocks one child cam up with a power plant that could run a whole building for years or power a car, or plane. Totally clean power, and the rock needed were so simple to make for the kids.
When the kids started into adolescence the world again shifted. It was found that beside high intellect the children had special abilities that people were just starting to realize. Katelyn and Jack first saw this at home, Jack was working on the excursion he adopted many years ago. It was old school tech now, but none the less he liked the beast. It rolled off the jack stand, Katelyn was screaming trying to get the jack out to lift the car off of his leg when Jenifer pointed her right hand at the monster of a car. The car was tossed into the air like a child having a fit would throw a Hot Wheel.
Jacks leg was crushed, and he was bleeding way too fast and his vision was starting to go black when Jenifer came over, placed her right hand onto his leg, her other hand onto his crotch directly over his covered penis. Both her hands seemed to glow for a second, and his leg both contracted and expanded fixing the damage caused by the now crumpled car.
Jenifer got up saying, "I'm very thirsty, and you need to take care of that soon." Pointing to his erection, going into the house to get something to drink. Leaving her parents in awe and her father very horny.
Jack asked Katelyn. "What just happened?"
Katelyn responded, "I'm not sure, but I think we need to do what she says."
With that Katelyn and Jack went into the house where they went to their room and made love like it was the first time. Jack felt the release of the tension in is crotch as he came. Knowing somehow something was somehow restored or released that was involved with her fixing his leg.
When they were done while jack was showering Katelyn threw on a robe and went to Jenifer's rooms which now as at the other end of the house to chat. Shyly knocking on the door, she turned the handle, Jenifer was laying on the bed wearing a nightshirt and shorts looking totally worn out. Katelyn asked, "Jen are you okay?"
Jenifer answered her, "Yes, I'm just really tired today took a lot out of me."
Katelyn had to asked as Jenifer was not offering, "What was that? Can you tell me?"
Jenifer said, "I'm not sure, I've been reading books from the library about Tantric Energy."
Katelyn said, "Isn't that just a sex thing?"
Jenifer replied, "Actually no, it makes a lot of sense but not as the books picture it, they do make it seem sexual, but that was so their priest could understand it at the time. I understand it more than they ever could. It has to do with physics and quantum dynamics. We are all connected, and everyone is connected to everything. The body has seven areas that are open to this connection. They all go through what they called the ROOT chakra, this is located close to the sexual regions. It connects us to the earth as they see it. It reality it is a conduit into the body allowing energy to flow into it. The ancient Buda's found ways to make the energy flow thought waves connected to the earth and others."
Katelyn asked, "The show I saw they used it for more enlightened sex."
Jenifer continued, "That's right. That what they could grasp about it. They would set up a loop circuit, the energy of one being would flow from their root chakra through sex to that of the other and then back thru what they called the crown chakra. Allowing the energy to build on itself. What I did was direct Dad's root energy into his leg causing it to regenerate for lack of a better term. I haven't learned everything yet. The car thing I don't understand fully, that just sorta happened. The world is just opening to me now. I do know that you need to take care of Dad's ah.. swelling."
Katelyn still in awe said, "Oh we did, we thought with what you did for his leg we better do exactly what you say."
Jenifer said, "I'm really tired, I need something too. I need to go outside where I can connect to the earth."
Jack came in the room about that time, "Thank you baby for what you did, I have never seen anything like that, how did you ..."
Katelyn said, "She's tired and she needs to go outside for a while, she sort of explained it to me and I will tell you later."
Jack said, "Okay, I'm going to go lay down too. You got her?"
Jenifer said, "We will be fine."
Jack got up and left the two alone. Jenifer removed her pj's and put on an oversize T-Shirt and slippers, saying "Mom, let's go outside."
Outside Jenifer found a spot of bare earth around their fire pit and sat down Allowing her bare bottom to touch the bare ground. Jenifer invited her mother to join her. Both sitting with their bare bottoms on the ground. Katelyn felt a little silly as she sat there holding her 15 year old daughters left hand in her right.
Jenifer started speaking, "Now Mom, feel the earth below us, Think of it as an endless supply of energy. Picture your Root chakra sucking energy into you, now let it flow up you body, don't fight it, let it flow with your breath, Feel it going into your stomach, now your chest, into your throat and now into you third eye, going up to above your head but still within your energy field. Now direct that energy to me, thinking about my Energy field sending it to my hand. Now I take that energy in, and let if flow back to the earth where it connects to me, and this energy flows back to you, with an added flow from the earth, now let if flow again, yes.. I can feel it.. and again. Can you feel it mom?"
Katelyn could feel the energy pulsing, she could sense the universe opening up. Katelyn was euphoric her whole body teaming with energy. She then understood, how people could think this flow was sexual when in fact it's so much more, opening up the universe to her allowing her to sense everything around her, to be in the moment and yet be outside of time.
Jenifer could feel herself and her knowledge expanding, the power in her pulsated as energy flowed into her from her mother joined with that of mother earth. For a moment everything was crystal clear.
When the two released the connection they just sat there, trying to understand all they felt for the next hour or so.
Katelyn was the first to move saying, "Come on baby, lets get you to bed."
Jenifer said, "Thank you mom for coming out her with me. I love you and dad so much."
Getting Jenifer to her room Katelyn tucked her in kissing her on the cheek and saying, "Thank you baby for sharing that with me."
Jenifer replied, "Go get some sleep too."
Going into the bedroom, jack was just getting into bed, naked as usual. Katelyn looked over at her father, admiring his body she noticed how much of a hunk he was. It looked like he had been working out. and she said something about it.
Jack replied to her, "I think she did more than just heal me, I feel like I'm 20 again."
Katelyn then relayed there session outside to her father telling her she feels like a teenager again to be honest. The two mentally exhausted from the events of the day did as Jenifer did suggested and got some sleep. They fell asleep in each other's arms and both dreamt of the things related to their daughter's new powers. Jack was dreaming of her healing ability, and the intense need he had afterwards. Katelyn was dreaming of the future, kids like Jenifer with knowledge and powers beyond belief.
Back in her room Jenifer was busy sending these thoughts to her parents through a new ability she had acquired that she never shared.
Chapter 5 - A New Battle
Over the next few years the world changed, more kids were being born. Katelyn now had a little brother, conceived from the day of the accident, born 9 months later to the day. At 2 years old the kid was amazing. Hhe was already able to read his children's books and showing an interest in the stars and anything space related.
One night shortly after turning 18 Jenifer came into their bedroom late night crawling naked between her two completely naked parents asking, "Can we talk?"
Something she had never done before, actually Jack can't ever remember the last time he even saw Jenifer without clothes. Maybe when he bathed her as a toddler. He was speechless. Her body was perfect from what he just saw of it. Both of Jack and Katelyn turned in bed facing their daughter.
Katelyn spoke, "Sure honey, our door is always open."
Jenifer said, "Mom, Dad, we all know the world has changed from what you knew, but can I show you something?"
Jack said, "Anything."
Reaching out Jenifer said, "Don't be shocked by this." She then grabbed jack's already erect cock in one hand and slipped her hand into her mother's crotch laying her finger directly on her clitoris.
Jack said, "What the ..."
And then their minds opened, and they were seeing that their daughter was projecting. They were seeing into the past, a solar flair was headed for the earth when seemingly out of nowhere it was stopped by some invisible force, they were now seeing the human genetic DNA code on an atomic level being bombarded by elections. Then they saw the genetic changes being made, causing some people to become what they knew as zombies, and dying off. The could tell this was how the nature of things was meant to be, there was some greater force at work. Followed by the electrical storms that finally shut these animalistic zombies down.
Next they saw survivors, families, having sex, and again at the sub atomic level, DNA being changed. Knowing that the survivors related DNA was special. Their urges bringing Father and Daughters, Mothers and Sons, Brother and Sisters together for a greater yet unseen good.
The next images showed advancement these kids have made over the last 18 years of their short lives. The Fuel cell rocks, Levitation plates, levitation vehicles, even advancements in food technologies using a Quantum Bio-enhanced computer and electrical energy matter from any source could be used to create food.
The final set of images showed the three of them on a dirt covered hill top with a full moon above them. Katelyn was on the ground naked on her back, John face up laying between her legs with his erection in the air, Jenifer was naked in front of him. Her body glowed in the pale moonlight,her breasts were full and supple, her hips wide, her pussy was shaved bald, and she was guiding the two, The scene jumped to his seed finding her egg, Followed by what as a scientist he thought was impossible, the three dna strands combined, selecting each of the best genes from the three to make a single pair of genes for the new life. The Scene Jumped again, to the birth of a baby girl, then to the girl at puberty showing amazing talents even from those show so far. The Final Scene was of a Solar Flare headed towards the earth, being halted by a point of light from the earth.
Being done Jenifer releases her parent's genitals, puts her arm around them and from exhaustion the three fall asleep. The next morning the three were very confused. Jenifer was mortified at her nudity, knowing it's only skin but also knowing this is not a normal thing for her. She has never been nude with anyone, or even seen another person totally nude besides her mother a time or two and now here she is with her naked father laying on one side of her and her mother on the other. She can feel the heat from her father's penis pressing into her leg and her mother's breast into her other side. Her fathers hand is laying on her stomach, his fingers barely touching the line of her pubic hair. Then it all came back to her in a flash. She thought, "My dream, but this time it wasn't a dream."
Her movement woke up Jack and Katelyn, who were also a little surprised at first to find their naked daughter snuggled between them. The Three of them lay in bed naked for most of the morning talking about what she showed them. Jack found their daughters body exciting to look at, any man with red blood would. She was petite at 18 probably having reached the end of her growing. Her breasts were as in the images shown to them, full and supple, he wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel her pussy. But he was afraid, that was not the kind of father he was. But then what about his daughter Katelyn, he was her father and they fell in love. He told himself, 'out of survival' but he knew that he was aware that when the lighting storms hit, they no long needed to do anything, but they still had sex.
Sensing this Jenifer took her father's hand and placed it on her bare chest saying, "Feel this, its my heart beating, the heart you help make. It belongs to you as I belong to you." She moved his hand lower, to the crimson colored hair between her legs again saying, "Feel this, soon you need to make love to me, only a baby of love can save us."
Katelyn touched her father's hand, between her daughter legs the both felt the warmth and wetness. Katelyn said, "Daddy, will you pwease love our baby girl the way you love me?"
Jack said, "You know how to get me to do anything don't you Katelyn! But I so want to be with her anyway."
Jack started moving his fingers on Jenifer's little nub. Having never been touched before she squirmed a little, when her mother took a nipple into her breast Jenifer let go with the first orgasm given to her by anyone. She had experienced this feeling before, but not to this extent. Her toes, fingers, and nose all went numb as she arched her back to the heavens.
Jack said, "The moon if full tomorrow night, I think we should wait for more until then and I think I know where that hill top is."
Jenifer said, "I want to do something for you daddy."
Jack thought to himself, "There is that line again. Daddy... how could I ever turn daddy down."
With that Jenifer moves around and takes her father's cock into her mouth, drawing the whole cock in, feeling it grow in her mouth to the point where there is just too much cock for her small mouth. She was no expert at cock sucking like her mother, but she soon had him close. When he came, he filled her mouth and she swallowed, saying, "Tomorrow night, daddy we will be one."
Katelyn was looking on kinda feeling like a third wheel before Jenifier added, "With you and Mommy.
Katelyn then thought to herself, "So that like works on me too." Reaching up to feel her daughter's furry pussy, bringing a finger to her mouth and tasting it said, "I can't wait my dear daughter. But as much as I hate this, we need to shave you bald, and get you ready."
With that the girls left Jack to his own devices for most of the day. Upon shaving her daughter bald Katelyn asked, "Jen, can we, I mean can I ah..."
Jenifer started saying, "Mommy I would love it if you... Oh my... that oh... " as Katelyn attacked her smooth pussy.
Katelyn noticed how much alike they tasted as she had tasted her own pussy juices on Jack's cock several times. Not being experienced at eating pussy, her tongue was getting tired when finally the young girl let herself go and came.
Jack was taking care of their boy for the day, They went out fishing in the lake by their house being grateful that they were not depending on the fish for food. This son, Jack Jr. was unique in his own way too. He had an amazing ability to attract teenage girls who wanted to baby sit him, and the next day one of the brightest wanted to watch him over night and take him to the Eastfork Wild life and National Zoo on Saturday. This was perfect timing for what they now had planned with their daughter Jenifer.
Thursday night came with the now threesome sharing the bed together naked. Jack hated to see the Red hair gone from his youngest daughter, but it was gone in the vision shown to them. No one really did anything sexual, although jack did wake up spooning Jenifer with his erection nestled between her thighs. He had to go pee so he tried to pull it out and woke her up. Following him to the bathroom she asked, "Can I hold it?"
He let her, why wouldn't he. Well to be honest they made a mess in the bathroom is why. Its not easy to pee when you are hard, let along control it. Jenifer lost control of it and sprayed the bathroom. The laughing woke up Katelyn who also shared her experience with morning wood with her daughter. "No matter what he says, don't think he can pee in the toilet at the same time you are sitting on it, he tried that with me once, and it almost worked until he started getting hard and then I got shot in the face."
Jenifer said, "That's gross guys. Who wants to join me in the shower?"
Katelyn said, "I do, but let your father have this one, I got a lot of your time yesterday. I'm going to go feed Little Jack."
Jack and Jenifer turned on the shower, and got in, soaping each other up very well. Jack was getting close as Jenifer was washing his cock, almost to the point of no return when Jenifer said to him, "I'm sorry daddy, but I think our baby is in this batch of your sperm..." She Tippy Toed and gave him as kiss, getting out and drying off, saying, "Don't you dare waste it. I'll be in my room for a while."
Jack turned the water to cold, he really need to cool off. He had a feeling that having 2 women was going to be rough. He could not have been more wrong.
The day went fast, Jack spent part of the day downstairs while the girls and Jr. went 'shopping' Their mall was not close to the survivors so hardly ever got any attention by anyone else. Even to this day though, Katelyn will not go near the Starbucks.
Looking at his notes, and with the upcoming events he wondered where the human race will end up over the years. He also wondered if this was all some sort of natural defense against the end of the world. So many questions that he was not meant to know the answers to left him feeling a little down, but now he was part of the solution. Life has come a long way, actually better than it was before the zombies.
When the girls got home, the girl came by to get Jack Jr. and they all headed to Serpent Mound where they prepared themselves for the moon to be overhead like in the vision. They were at least 4 hours early so they hung out enjoying the night. The sky was dark except for the moon because there was no more city light pollution. They could actually make out the Milky way.
Jack started to point out a few features of the night sky, one of which was plant Mars, Jenifer started to cry a little as she told them what she knew about the red planet through her mediations or whatever cosmic connection she had. She claimed that Mars was once just like earth before a round of solar flares, and they went through almost the same thing as they did but their genetic code was different. True the males still had to have a female involved, but instead of half of the baby's DNA being provided by the females, the male provided 100% of it. This means that each male was basically a clone of his class, there were 7 classes on mars. The females were breeding stock in some forms, very sentient and caring for the babies. This lack of diversity proved a strong trait in the early years, there was always workers, thinkers, etc. In the end this was their downfall as the cosmic rays did not affect their DNA line in the same manner as it has the humans.
When the time came for the coupling they went to the head of the snake which represented Kundalini. Doing what seemed natural Katelyn sat down on the bare earth of the mound her bare bottom connecting with the cool soil as she spread her legs inviting her daughter to sat between them at the sacred tunnel that brought her into this world. Laying back onto her mother's breast, the life giving mothers milk flowing again, dripping to the earth below them.
Taking is place between both his daughter's legs, The creator of both of these lovely creatures his kissed first Katelyn and then Jenifer. Taking his penis into his hand, the giver of life and pleasure he places it onto the flower of his youngest daughters vagina, placing himself at the very entrance to her jade garden, the fountain of life it's self awaits him.
With a single thrust he is inside her incredible warmth. The blood of her hymen leaking out onto the sacred ground as he thrust into her. The two girls drawing energy up from the powerful earth allowing it to ignite their energy center until finally finding the Root chakra of Jenifer, who lets the energy build and build until at last it is too much for her to control. Jack releases his seed into her waiting womb, true to her word within hours the one sperm that is their new son finds it's way to the egg and life begins. When Jenifer released the great power that has been building inside her, the entire snake of the mound glows a hot bright white, and the threesome find themselves floating in midair, still coupled until the glow dies and they are lowered gently back down to the eye of the snake.
Jack asking, "So we did it right I take it."
Jenifer and Katelyn said at the same time, "Yes Daddy, yes daddy we did."
Nine months later, on the same mound she conceived on, Jenifer gave birth to their son, Luke.
The years passed, the three had become come lovers, the world changed in so many ways. One noticeable absence was war. This doesn't mean war is genetic but it does raise that question. Maybe there was just not enough people for war. It also seemed greed was gone. With the energy rocks and the matter converter material concerns were gone. Knowledge and the seeking of knowledge was the important thing.
Technology improved in leaps and bounds. Mundane tasks were given to artificially intelligent machines freeing people up to think and to make more people. The population grew and grew. The pre-event people were not able to keep up with all the advances but their knowledge was beyond value in leading the new generations who were now reproducing themselves.
The real advances happened when a group of the new generation teenagers get interested in a TV series called "Star Trek" they found on disks in a library. Asking themselves, "Why not", They set themselves on a "5 Year mission." To have this technology figured out. At the end of the 3 years they actually had a craft capable of space flight, they took it to the moon, and back. It had a magnetic pulse drive as they called it, but they have been working on quantum drive they claim will allow them to travel faster than light using a magnetic field generator to create a bubble around their ship that reversed drag actually causing space to actually pull the ship at unbelievable speeds.
The first trip was to Mars, it took 9 minutes and they claimed the process wasn't even up to 1/4 speed. On mars they found evidence of a past society, stored records that were not accessible until years later.
Continued trips were made to different places, more ships were made, even one they named Enterprise - It was mostly built like the one in the old TV series, but the functioning was different. The technology was actually nowhere near what the series portrayed. The most bulky part of the ship was the crew's living quarters. The Engine consisted of a set of coils mounted on the outside hull. Anyway it was cool.
Soon after the ship was built, another great advancement come to again thanks to the fiction of the past. The Ringworld series of books had A systems of stepping disks they used for Transportation. Luke and Jake Jr were working on a transporter type technology and they kept missing the target due to movement of the earth and the objects they were transporting would wind up scrambled when they reassembled. What they developed was a simple quantum locator, where they could beam the locator first, it would report back the location between packets so they could be adjusted for this rotation. On a larger scale they developed transporter disk that were connected people could step on one and appear on the next in line. They were limited range but they work for distances of about 500 miles.
Then the big breakthrough came just as Luke was turning 16, they developed a quantum transporter. All you had to know was the coordinates you wanted to go to at the exact time of the transport. There was no delay in the transportation as before. Unlike before a failed transport would not in itself scramble whoever or whatever was transported but it could put you into the center of a mountain, or drop you over the side of a cliff. On earth this was not an issue as preprogramed locations could be computed from a known location and there was now no distance limitations.
In outer space it was much simpler, you could transport an entire ship instantly 1000's of light years with the only danger of transporting yourself into the center of a planet, or some other form of matter. This was leading to great adventures and exploring.
Now that the you the reader sat through all that, it was for a reason. The reason being for sharing all of this is coming up.
On his 18th birthday Luke was joined in his bed by his naked mother, Jenifer. Jenifer had something to discuss that involved showing him something. Luke didn't know what to think, he knew that his parents had a unique relationship, but never really stopped to think of it. To Luke just turning 18 having an attractive woman, his mother show up in his room naked was both exciting and scary at the same time. As she slipped into bed with him he noticed every detail of her body, taking into memory. From her short cut red hair, her freckled cheeks, her electric blue eyes that seemed all knowing, down to her milky white shoulders, her ample breasts with their larger areola's and rock hard nipples. Her slender waist, and her fiery red mound of pubic hair, under which is her vagina which gave birth to him. His mouth watered and his cock grew quickly against his boxers.
He jumped when she touched his chest and spoke to him saying, "Luke, its your birthday and I have something important to show you. This might scare you or excite you, just relax and calm yourself." She took his hand and placed it between her breasts, allowing Luke to feel her heartbeat she continued, "I used to hold your head here thinking of this day. Lay your head here now please."
Luke blindly did as he was told, the soft comfort of his mother's breast easing his nerves, "Mom, I don't understand."
Jenifer said, "Soon my son you will know everything I do and more, much more.
She slid down his body, taking his boxers off, kissing his great erection. She threw a leg over him and he was inside her. She brought her face close to his and kissed him softly on the lips saying, "I'm sorry but this is the only way", Bringing her forehead to his, ignoring their incestuous connection below.
Luke was overwhelmed, he had never had sex, saw pictures, overheard his parents, and even witnessed it at a performance at the theater. He wasn't prepared for the warmth around his cock, her breast pressed into his chest, or the soft feel of her lips when she kissed him. When their foreheads touched there was an electric current running through her body into his and from his body into her. As she started to move her hips slowly the room appeared to light up before a vision of himself and his family on the mound where he knew he was conceived and born appeared. Jenifer (his mother) was in the center and there was a circle of four couples engaged in a sexual encounter, Each of Jenifer's limbs was touching a limb of one of the couples. The power being generated was strong, and the whole serpent's mound was glowing with a faint red color that was growing in intensity.
Luke was naked in the vision, and as he watched the Luke in the vision knelt before his mother's spread legs, kissed her right followed by her left inner thigh before planting a kiss on the opening of her vagina. Then bringing his erection to the opening that brought him into this world he readied himself and with one push Luck was inside Jenifer, working toward a single goal. The now five couples were now rutting in a fury, building to an earth shattering orgasm. No longer having to touch to transfer power the four couples were joined in a circle of blue light with a pulsing ring feeding Luke and Jenifer the energy they have transmuted from the earth.
As Luke and Jenifer slowly worked on sharing their own energy, absorbing the energy from the other couples the mound beneath them started to glow a brighter red. Luke was now going into and out of his mother with a fever pitch, knowing that the time was near. Luke saw his body tense as the erotic scene he was watching came to a peek, feeling his seed go out when the visionary Luke pulled his penis out and released his seed onto the mound.
The mound started glowing a bright red, and the couple all departed it, at that point the mound changed to a white hot color. The power released into by the couples and the total release of luck's seed into the sacred mound built and released through the eye. A brilliant stream of energy went out from the eye, forming a magnetic bubble around the planet, which about one minute later lit up with a fiery display as radiation from a giant solar flare wrapped around the protective bubble.
No words were spoken in the vision but Luke knew that it was what had to be to protect the people of the earth from being fried, for the time being.
The room again went dark, his still hard cock still buried inside his mother. His semen from his previous orgasm was leaking down one him as Jenifer was now riding her son's cock hard. She was lost in the power of the vision needed to achieve her own orgasm. She loved her son, wanted him badly, and felt guilty that she was looking forward to him being her lover as well as savior of the world.
She was getting close, she felt her orgasm coming, She had never felt so full, he was huge and it felt so damn good. She kissed him, their tongues meeting for the first time, dancing in the other's mouth. Their head touched, creating a loop for the power to build, and build it did. When they came together it was a life altering union and they knew they would be together as more than mother and son but as lovers. Luke was sure of this himself, he could feel her body tremble and knew that it was their love that he craved, their love that will save the world.
They lay there, breathless for a long time. Jenifer was still laying on top of her son, his larger cock still filling her body when the door was opened by Katelyn and Jack. Seeing the erotic scene in front of them was intense. Amazed at the size of Luke's cock that was still in his mother, jutting up from his own furry red pubic hair and disappearing into her fiery red bush. Jack thought to himself, "I'm going to miss having her in our bed."
The close the door on Luke and Jenifer and returned to their room where they quickly undressed and started making out. Jenifer came into their bedroom with Luke, saying, "Mom, Dad, can we talk?"
Luke started, "I can see so clearly now, What has to happen, and when, We have two weeks to prepare, and we are going to need 3 other couples to make this work."
Jack asked, "Make what work?"
Jenifer said,"I only know one way to show you guys or we can try telling you."
Katelyn asked, "I'm okay to just show us, I think I know what you mean." Katelyn expected the genital grab from years before.
Luke asked, "Are you sure?
Katelyn and Jack agreed. They lay back, expecting them to touch their genitals, surprised when Jenifer mounted her fathers cock, but shocked when Luke pushed past Katelyn's outer pussy lips into the center of her being. Touching foreheads, the room went bright and the scene from the mound replayed.
When it was over, Jack was still hard as he did not cum, nor did anyone for that matter. Jack shared with Luke, "You know you were conceived on that mound."
Luke said, "I felt that from Mom."
Jenifer said, "We better go and let you guys take care of that, It needs attention like with the car that time." Grabbing Luke by the hand she said come on my love, you need some serious attention too."
When they left all Katelyn could say, "She's a lucky girl for sure, you see the size of that thing.. Now get over here and take care of me. Pwease... Daddy..."
With that Jack melted, he proceeded by burying his face into her soft red pussy, sucking her pussy lips in avoiding her clitorus then tongue fucking her until he could tell she was close and stoped asking her, "Baby You okay up there?"
Katelyn replied, "Yes Daddy I'm doing great.. now will you give it to me or do I have to beg?" HE licked her clit, and she let out a scream, "Oh god... Daddy I'm ... I'm ... Arrrrrrghhhh." Her legs clamped around his neck and she twisted like an alligator with it's prey.
Jack managed to free himself from her clutches, she was lying on her stomach, so he grabbed her ass cheeks, slid her cock in between them, find the hot center of her pussy he pushed is way in. She squealed in delight as he pulled her to her knees and started pounding into her for all he was worth. The slapping of her ass on his legs filled the room, she could feel his balls pressing into her clit as he rammed in deep. He ran his free hand up her back pulling her almost upright, sliding both arms around her front, grabbing her breasts in his hands all while still pounding into her from behind. When he was close he missed his target, his cock poking out the front between her thighs he started spraying the bed with enough force to strike the headboard.
They tumbled forward, Jack to his amazement was still hard, rolled Katelyn onto her back, she object a little as she wound up laying on a wet spot, but she soon forgot about that as his cock speared her. She was close and he knew it, he did everything right to bring her there, over and over again. He finished again, painting her insides and leaving her dripping his semen out as they went to shower. Passing Luke and Jenifer in the hall coming back from their own shower.
Katelyn said, "Thanks you two."
Jack asked, "did something happen in there with you guys and us?"
Luke said, "Yes, you were regenerated a little bit from the melding."
They went on their way, In the shower, Jack sprung another erection, and they wound up having another round in the shower until the water went cold. Katelyn said, "I hope this last!"
From the hall they heard Jenifer saying, "It will mom, and you are welcome! Love you!"
That night Jack and Katelyn made love again and slept until noon, waking up and feeling like teenagers. Luke and Jenifer were up and already out of the house going to their friends' houses looking for three open minded couples. Taking their hands and Showing them brief visions of what was to be done. They already knew which couples would do it they just had to get them convinced. It worked as they knew it must.
One thing they had to do was to train the other couples in how to generate the energy and get it flowing in them. The first paring was a brother and sister they had known for several years. Chris and Zoe, they were 19 and 20, one conceived shortly after the other was born. The two had always been close, and when the parts of the vision showing the ending of the event were shown Chris was onboard, Zoe was a little shy. It took Luke making a stronger connection and showing her more of the event. Luke asked her permission to touch her between the legs, which she allowed.
Unbuttoning her shorts, Luke slid his hand down the front, inside her panties, his index finger finding her already wet pussy. Laying his finger on her clitoris he allowed the images to start, showing her the events on the mound. Showing Zoe the act that her and Chris would need to do.
When Luke removed his hand Zoe asked, "Can you teach me how."
Luke said, "We can instruct you and your brother."
Zoe reached out touching Luke's still erect cock and said, "I'd love to have you show me."
Luke said, "I can't, no that I don't want to, but I can't it has to be Chris."
Zoe asked Chris, "Are you going to be okay with this? We have to actually do it. Make love you know."
Chris replied, "I'm willing, and to be honest I'm looking forward to it." Looking at luke and Jenifer he continued, "When can we start?"
Jenifer answered, "Right now, but we have to be outside."
Chris said, "I know a place we can do it."
The four take out into the woods to a clearing where Jenifer taking the lead instructs, "Okay, now take off you clothes, you can keep the tops if you like but it's best without anything."
Both siblings remove their clothes, and are followed by Chris and Zoe doing the same. Chris was in awe of Zoe's body, and to be honest so was Luke and Jenifer. Zoe's had long waist length jet black hair that came flowed down her back, Her skin was a very light brown tan color with no tan lines until you got to her waist where there was a tiny white triangle in the front and back. Her breast where not as big as one might think should be on her body, her puffy nipples sat upon two tangerine mounds. Her figure was perfect her waist came in with a curve and back out to her hips. Her pubic hair was the same black as that on her head, trimmed into a neat triangle. Her legs were slim and she had what they call Thigh-Gap. Her toenails were painted a bright red to match her fingernails.
Chris was your average boy. Not a hunk but not a wimp either. He chest was hairless, and his stomach was toned, but he didn't have the 6 pack abs every guy dreams of having. Below his waist he was pretty average, he had about a 6 inch tool, and uncircumcised like all the babies born since the Zombie event.
Luke caught Zoe checking his cock out, Luke's was about twice as long as Chris's. Zoe commented to Chris in a whisper, "Chris, I'm kinda relieved you are not that big."
Chris whispered back, "Me too, that looks like it could hurt you. Can I tell you something?" Without stopping for an answer he continued, "I think you are beautiful, and I've always wanted to see you naked and to make love to you, I love you."
Zoe blushed, "I love you too, I've wanted you too, let get this done. Be easy with me."
Following Jenifer's instructions Zoe laid back on the ground, Chris was instructed to kneel between her legs and to first kiss her on her inner thighs on each side, and then to deeply kiss the opening to her vagina. Chris didn't mind this one bit, he has been badly wanting to taste his sister for years. Jenifer had him pause with his cock at the entrance to her tunnel as she explained the tantra cycle to them to help them build energy to achieve a more powerful orgasm. Jenifer knew this first time was going to be over quickly, she could tell the signs and knew that any boy would not last long his first time.
Finally time came and she said push. With one push Chris was buried effortlessly in his sister and two strokes in and out and he was spraying his seed into her waiting womb. Zoe smiled, for first man to ever enter her brother felt right, like he was meant for her. She felt no pain as she broke her hymen many years before with a toy.
Jenifer said, "That's okay, you will be ready again in no time and this time you will last longer."
In about five minutes when Chris was ready again Jenifer lying on the ground beside Zoe took her by the hand with a small electric shock passing between them. Both of the boys silently took their spot between the girls open legs, both kissing the inter things and tunnel like before. Chris got a taste of his semen mixed with his sisters own juices. It wasn't bad, but not something he can say he liked.
With both boys in position, the girls holding hands Jenifer gave the word to begin. Their cock entered Luke's mother and Chris's sister Zoe begin the contractions and chakra openings to begin the flowing energy. Soon the flow had started, first in each couple, then between the two couples. Finally reaching a peek as both girls clinched their hands together and came, drawing their partner into orgasm with them. Both girls could feel the energy flowing out of their partner into the womb. The four of them lost in time for the moment as slowly the flow ceased.
Zoe spoke, "Wow... that was ..."
Jenifer said, "Yeah it was."
The four of them lay looking into the sky watching the clouds go by until Zoe realized they needed to get home. Jenifer said, "feel free to practice some together if you like."
Luke and Jenifer lay alone in the clearing for a while longer, Luke saying, "You know she just got pregnant don't you?"
Jenifer said, "I do know this my son, no hand me your hand." Upon taking his hand and placing it on her own stomach she continued, "Feel this, you also just put a baby inside of me. The two will grow up to be great leaders one day."
The kissed and made slow love on top of the hill while Zoe and Chris made their way home where they made love in Zoe's bed. Later they announced their love to their parents who were from a line of incest also, going back further than they know with a common ancestor with Jenifer and Luke. Their great-great grandfathers and great-great grandmothers were brother and sister, the two had two sets of twins together that married one another. Due to shame they moved to separate areas of the county. One set of twins are the great grandparents to their parents, and the other to Jack and his late wife (Katelyn's mom). That's all getting sticky and doesn't matter anyway but to show the connections we have in life can surprise us.
The next day, Luke and Jenifer, went to collect the next couple. This time it was Jack Jr. and his long time girl friend Sandy. Sandy was cute, she looked like an actress in an old movie they saw, a "Sandy Bullock" the movie was "Demolition man". Sandy's parents loved the actress also thus her name. Jack Jr. fell in love with Sandy right after seeing that movie.
Not so surprisingly, they agreed quickly when asked. Their training session was almost the same as Chris and Zoe's. Jack Jr. however was no small boy in the cock arena, but Sandy already knew that. Sandy was amazingly beautiful clothed, naked she was a site to behold. Her flawless skin, pert breast and completely waxed pussy had Luke and Jenifer in awe.
Luke was concerned about her taking in Jack Jr's cock, Jack Jr. said, "Don't worry little brother, I got this, she has taken it before and she can take it again."
The lay on the same spot as the others, and did the same things. Again having an orgasm that was beyond the normal great orgasms they have anyway.
Jenifer and Luke were the ones to leave this time, Jenifer said, "The are going to also?"
Luke said, "Yes, that's four."
Jenifer asked, "Four?"
Luke said, "Katelyn and Jack, Chris and Zoe, Jack Jr. and Sandy, and us. We are going to be due at the same time, and as soon as the wonder twins Terri and Jerry come on board there will 5 babies due. And we will save the planet on the solstice."
The wonder twins as people called them were just that, a force of wonder. They have made so many advancements that it is unbelievable, and that don't even account for the fact that they can read minds unless people really try to block them out. The real wonder is that they keep their mouths shut about things and don't gossip.
When Luke and Jenifer approached them the two knew exactly what they wanted, and agreed to it without any issues. The joined them at the clearing, undressing under the eyes of Luke and Jenifer. Terri was rather plain physical as was Jerry her brother. The most stricking thing about them was they were twins, almost identical in all ways, except she had breast and he had a cock. Amazingly they were able to the first time to complete the tantric clycle even though they were both virgins going into it. Terri shut off the pain of her hymen being torn. Laying in the afterglow of their orgasm, Jerry said out loud, "Terri you are going to be a great mother to the twins that we just made."
Luke asked, "How do you know that."
Jerry said, "I can feel their minds."
Luke said, "Already?"
Terri said, "Our life starts at the moment we are created, or minds some call our souls are present right at that moment."
On the way home, Jenifer asked, "Luke, tell me did you know about that?"
Luke answered, "To be honest, Just the one. But 6 is better."
The new couples prepared for the big event by having as much sex as they could. When the day came they all arranged themselves on the hill and the events proceeded as it was seen in the vision, the world was saved for the time being with the largest display
Chapter 6 - Time to go
The world saved, and everyone knocked up, the population continues to grow. The burden of society lifted, people have the time to improve themselves. No longer having to worry about where their next meal comes from, or how to pay the rent, or having clean water, paying bills, or just surviving had opened the world up to a completely unique opportunity. In the 20 years after the solar flare that almost wiped out all the life on the planet the science of the great serpent mound was discovered. Using the earth as a big battery and the sexual activity as a way of priming the field like a pump. Really quite simple but for the ancient people, the whole tantric lifestyle explained a lot of what is now a real science and understood. Tantric practices allowed the primitive people to access the great powers.
The 21st year anniversary of the great solar flare approaching in 6 months on the Summer solstice, Jenifer is at it again, her views of the future still being beyond what anyone else can see. Her parents now getting to be older, no longer the person he once was, and her mother, still old, but 20 years her father's junior had to be the first to know of the upcoming event. By all right Jenifer was getting old, she was 36 at the solar event is now 57. She thought to herself, "If they earth can be saved again it's a job for the young."
Luke and her went to visit her parents, well it's complicated, His father, was his mother's father also which really means Jenifer is his half-sister. Anyway, you get the point. The world is mixed up, the genetic theory of incest causing defects has proven to be wrong.
Talking to their children Jack could sense something is wrong and asked, "So what is the earth shattering event this time?"
Jenifer said, "Well you know there is a little problem, I can show you if you really want to know."
Jack said, "You being here tells me I have to know."
Jenifer said, "We have to do It's the same way as last time. I promise it will be worth you time."
Katelyn asked, "That's why you came together isn't it?"
Jenifer answered, "Yes."
Jack said, "Well lets to this, I might need some motivation to get it up though."
Jenifer moved to her father undressing him and taking his limp cock in her mouth, Pressing her nose against his pelvic bone and sucking his cock as she pulled back within a few strokes he was harder than he had been in years.
Luke undressed Katelyn touched her knees as a sign for them to part, kissing her inner thighs first, then kissing her still lovely vagina. The moisture flowed from her quickly signaling that she was ready.
As Jenifer moved to mount her father, Luke pressed his cock into Katelyn, his grand mother, his aunt. In a synchronized movement the two couple were joined. Their pubic hair pushed together, their pubic bones rubbing the other.
Jenifer and Luke started thrusting into and onto their partners, Showing them the vision of events to come. Katelyn and Jack were feeling younger, more invigorated, and when the vision was over horny as hell. Jenifer said, "We will be back in a while you two have fun."
When Katelyn and Jack was alone, Jack mounted Katelyn, his daughter with a passion they had not had in years. Something had recharged them, for the events to come. Jack brought Katelyn to no one but 4 orgasams before he spewed forth his cum into her now tight pussy. Pulling out, jack noticed, Even her gray pubic hair had returned to it's former shade of red as they had in their youth.
Luke and Jenifer returned as they were finishing, just in time to hear Jack's cock pop as he pulled out, and see a dribble of semen leak out down Katelyn's butt crack.
Jenifer said, "We have to talk now. You saw the vision.. I with it came with a solution this time like the last couple of visions. I guess this is because the earth will be fully destroyed. What do you think we should do?"
Jack feeling his mind fully returning to what it was like 40 year or longer ago spoke, "Baby, the only thing I can see is this is so huge that it is unbelievable."
Katelyn said, "I'm not sure what you did to us but if you can make old people young like this again I'm sure we can think of something."
Luke said, "We need to get going, we have things to do, can we all meet back her later? I want to get our group together and bang her head together. I don't think we are going to be able to save the world this time but we are going to try."
Jenifer gave her mom and dad a hug, she squeezed Jack's cock in her hand and said, "You guys take care we will see you later." As she released the hug and her hands Jacks cock was sticking straight out, like he was a young man again. Which looking in the mirror at himself he agreed.
Jenifer asked one last question, "So what's my little brother doing these days? "
Jack said, "James has hooked up with the Star Trek Explorers group, What's it called now? we see him about once a week. I think he's found a girl he is interested in."
Luke said, "They called it the 'Star Fleet' and isn't Jack Jr is in that too isn't he?"
Jack said, "Yes, he is, and Sandy, and I they have been staying on Mars with their daughter too. I Remember the name change The picked it because the founding group was mostly related siblings and well Star Trek had been used already."
Jenifer said, "We have got to warn them too, maybe they can help us think. Maybe we can get all their brains working on it."
Luke Said, "Lets meet at the mound tonight where we can sort things out."
Luke and Jenifer wound up getting everyone together at the mound. The original couples and their kids who were now all paired up with a mate except for their son Isaac.
Jenifer always the better spokesperson started the discussion, "As you all are aware, normally when our group gets together it's for a reason. This time it is for something we have no answer for. It's easier to show you than explain everything. Can everyone please join hands."
When everyone joined, Jenifer showed the vision to them all, It showed the planet getting torn apart by a giant ball of plasma from the sun, then the sun expanding to take over the first 6 planets. The vision ended and everyone stood in shock.
Jenifer broke the silence, "I have no solution this time, I don't know what to do and I'm afraid now."
Everyone started at once and everyone had ideas, suggestions but no one was actually being heard. Terri and her brother Jerry stepped to the top of the mound and called out. "Listen to me, this is not helping. I think We can figure this out together." With that, the two started undressing Jerry sat on the head of the snake, his erect cock standing proud as everyone looked on as Terri sat on his proud cock facing away from her brother, her open legs facing the back of the snake, Taking her brothers into her again, for the second time on the mound. "What we need is everyone to join their minds, Get naked with us and join us on the mounds, going down the snakes back, Hannah and Ben come here, Ben sat at your mother's lap. Already erect, and already wet, Hannah sat on her brothers cock, not for the first time in her life, but for the first time anyone knew about. She let out a little moan and stifled it. The rest of the couples followed suit until it came to the end, Jenifer and Luke was at the end, and Isaac was the only one left out.
Naked and without anyone Isaac started to run away, but Jenifer said, "Come here my son. "
He same close to his mother, admiring her body while she was admiring his also. His cock was large, but not too large and she felt the added energy in this look would make it work. She opened her mouth, pulling him closer, taking his cock into her mouth.
When his cock made contact with her mouth the group was energized, and with the help of the twins at the head of the snake, mind by mind they joined into one mind. Not being separate, all of the knowledge accumulated by each member available to this great connected mind. The confusion of all the different ideas flowed and soon they had three possible solutions figure out.
Jenifer started sucking harder on the cock in her mouth and clamping down on her other son's cock that was buried inside her pussy. She could feel the whole group building to a release, as her son that was standing released his load into his mother's mouth the entire group erupted in one joined orgasm, as semen was pushed out into their waiting wombs and the wombs convulsed to draw it in deeper.
With this the snake, being an beast of pure energy beneath the mound, withered out of it's earthen skin and rose off into the sky. It's duty on earth over, It's journey back to the Alpha Serpentis Solar system.
A new round in the line of babies for Katelyn and Jack's extended family group was conceived, and soon a plan will go into place to save the people of the earth once things are figured out.
In the meantime, Isaac was kinda feeling left out, even though it was his contribution to the chain that finally made the connection work. Isaac was a virgin, him mother was the receiver of his load and she felt for him and wanted to show him how things worked. Taking her son by the hand, she held the palm onto her chest right below her left breast letting him feel her heartbeat. Bringing the boy into her arms, something she has done before in his 18 years, but never nude, and never with his penis sticking out from his body. His erect penis caught in the red fur of her pussy, entangled in her pubic hair ad they pressed their bodies tighter. Luke was there still, and took the two of them into his arms, hugging them tightly.
Luke said, "Lets head home, I think Isaac here needs some attention."
Here pubic hair got caught in Isaac's pubic hair and when they pulled apart Jenifer said, "Ouch! That my hair." She then kissed him on the lips saying "It's okay. I love you baby."
Well they dressed, got back to their home where Jenifer took her son Isaac into her bedroom. Undressing herself standing before her son, nudity not being that new but having him look at her like this was making her wet. Undressing her son she removed his shirt first, unbuckled his jeans lettignt them fall to the floor, before pulling his boxers out over his bulging erection. The thick cock springing up, striking her in the face. She kissed the tip of her son's cock, sucking just the head into her mouth, standing up and saying, I think I could use a shower to get the dirt off of my backside, would you care to come help me in the shower.
I didn't take her offering twice as he turned and went into their master bathroom and turned on the shower, holding his hand out like a gentleman for her to enter first. In the shower he took his job of helping out very serious. Isaac had his mom's body soaped up, and every inch of her clean as one can get. Jenifer jumped a little when his finger brushed over the rosebud of her anus, making sure that even that part was clean. He paid special attention to her pussy slipping his fingers past the soapy red pubic hair, and finding the folds underneath. He made sure this area was super clean, and she almost collapsed in his arms when she was clean enough to have her first orgasm given to her by her son.
She returned the favor of washing him up. She loved the feel of his soft skin under her hands. And when her finger found his anus, she stuck just the tip of it in and she thought he was going to cum. He didn't but in his mind he thought to himself, "Oh man, one more time and ohh. I need to hold off."
Isaac was in heaven when she soaped his cock and balls, stroking his soapy cock untl just before he came, stopping completely and switching off the hot water. Rinsing them both off in cold water grabbing towel and quickly drying themselves off they made a mad dash for the bed. Jumping in naked and pulling the covers up over them, warming themselves backup by hugging and. Jenifer kissed Isaac this time like real lovers do, taking his tongue into her mouth and allowing him to take hers. Isaac had his hands all over his mother's body as they made out like teenagers. Laying face to face, Isaac worked his cock to the V of her pussy where the head pierced her outer lips.
When he felt her warmth engulf the tip of his penis, he exploded, coating her pussy in his cum. It was running down her thigh to the bed, some splashed back onto him. They were both a sticky mess, as they kissed and continued to make out until he was hard again, she rolled him over so he was between her legs, reached down and took his cock into her hand and guided him home. Her muscles were tight on his cock, and he knew he wasn't going to last long even though he just came. She reached up taking his face between the palms of her hand bringing her lips to his she kissed him and said, "Relax, its all okay, just let it go."
Isaac did as she suggested, letting his cum flow out into her hungry and waiting womb, where it combined with Luke's, and somehow the three sets of DNA was combined into one at that moment.
Isaac had the advantage of youth, and kept going. His young cock finding all the right places inside his mother's pussy. When she came again Isaac was almost there too, she wrapped her legs around his strong back, pulling herself into his thrusts, bringing herself closer to yet another orgasm, when he came the force if his cum filling her pushed her over the top again. The two lay there breathing heavy, on their backs, her legs spread open, one resting over one of Isaac's, When Luke entered the room their cumsoaked pubic hair was drying, and the cum was just now leaking out of Jenifer's pussy as they slept. Luke got a couple washrags and cleaned the exhausted pair up some, pulled a fresh sheet over them and got in bed with his wife and son.
In the morning, he woke up as Jenifer (his mom also) was just sitting down on his hard cock. She whispered in his ear. Thank you for last night, the trinity DNA is done again, and oh god the two of you might kill me.
Isaac woke up to the movement of the bed. He turned over to watch as his parents made love. Stroking his cock while his mother rode his fathers, Isaac was enjoying the show. He would see the cock going in and out of he mother and she lifted up. She rolled over with Luke still attached and he started pumping into her. Reaching over she took Isaac's cock into her hand, squeezing it with each stroke that Luke made inside her, until getting close she said bring your cock here. Isaac got on his knees infront of his mother and she sucked his cock into her mouth with a hunger Isaac was not used to seeing. As Luke continued to stroke Jenifer was getting both herself and Isaac close to bursting.
When Luke bent down to kiss Jenifer he didn't think twice about her having a cock in her mouth since it was Isaac's. He kissed her and his beautiful cock. Luke paused and thought to himself how he thought a cock was beautiful but his one was. It reminded him of his, No, actually it somehow was his and hers which made this okay. Just as Luke thought that Isaac started cumming. Jenifer and Luke were kissing now, sharing their Son's cock and now his seed.
Luke stared cumming inside her pussy and when he was done, Isaac went down and ate her pussy until she was cumming again too. Never once minding the tasted, never minding his own taste.
When Isaac got up for bit, Luke asked Jenifer "What the hell just happened, I'm not gay but that was something else."
Jenifer said, "The two of you and our new baby share almost completely one DNA, The girl inside me will have one Chromosome different, but for all practices you are the same, more than twins ever could be. So did you really enjoy that?"
Luke said, "I did, I would never have ever dreamed of doing that before, but it just didn't seem wrong."
From the doorway Isaac said, "I know, it was so weird, but at the same time seemed okay."
The three of them lay to together for the rest of the afternoon, the took turns making love with their mom. Isaac said, "It seems so weird having the same mom as dad but I know kids at school that are like that too."
Jenifer said, "It's so much deeper than that Isaac. But for now we have to get ready to go meet the others."
This is the end of part 1 - There is big plans in the Future for the special kids conceived at the mound. A special place in the history of mankind is in place for our Star Trek Explorers, it might even be a bit of an erotic FAN Fiction piece.
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Part 2 _ Where No man has gone before
This is meant to have a little fun - The previous part was a little more serious. Please don't get too technical on me here I'll try to keep things to the believable, Don't analyze the dates, and stuff like that.
Chapter 1
On the ST-1701 USS Enterprise the magnetic fields energized - The Engine came to life - The forward momentum of the warp engine started to engage. Currently due to the way the Warp Drive works, you have to travel into known space or risk coming out on the other end on the inside of a star or some other object. The magnetic warp bubble will protect you from small stuff, smaller than the ship, by simply pushing it to the side before the ship enters that space. Going faster than light using a warp drive take the ship into a sub space. The old TV show science guys got more right than they did wrong.
Captain Jack and his crew were tasked with testing a scanner that can be used to detect where the ship can come out of warp and safely map that location on a map. The theory is to extend an array of warp bubbles, that look like rings on the main viewer using tiny variations to determine the concentration of gravitons in the area. If this works the way that the physicists on earth think it will it will change the current limits on travel from a single jump where one can, using sensors, see their end point to where the endpoint can be mapped first, and the Ring Exit Sensors can find a safe exit point and then small adjustment warp jumps can get you to your desired location.
Caption Jack gave the order, "Jose, bring us to full power on my mark. Mark."
Jose Said, "Full power Sir, Approaching warp 1" The display screen showed the stars streaking past slowly, "Warp 2. Warp 3. Warp 4. Warp 5.." The screen was now showing lines as the stars passed by. "Warp 6. Warp 7."
Caption Jack said, "Hold at warp 9"
Jose said, "Warp 9 and holding, warp drive at 65% and holding."
Caption Jack said, "Prepare RES"
Chief Science officer Amanda said, "RES ready to come online."
Captain Jack ordered, "Activate RES"
On the view screen they saw the Warp bubbles going forward. They looked like rings, it appeared that the Enterprise was traveling through these rings. Some were closer than others.
CSO Amanda commented. "See the rings closer together, those are the one with higher concentration of gravitons. The open ones are safe to land in, at least in theory."
Captain Jack ordered, "Jose, turn warp control over to the CSO and prepare to drop out of warp."
Jose, "Engine control to CSO, Now."
CSO Amanda said, "Wish us luck."
Jose said, "Warp 8 .. Warp 7.. and full Stop."
Caption Jack, "CSO, Estimate position."
After about 15 minutes CSO Amanda said, "It appears we are in the Proxima Centauri System about 12 Light years from earth. Sensors detect around the Sun there is a planet in the habitable zone. I would like a better look if we can."
Captain Jack said, "Jose, make it so."
Jose said, "It will take about 12 hours to get into position as we are too close to make a warp jump."
Captain jack said, "Okay, advise me when it's ready. Amanda, walk with me."
They got in the lift, very much designed from the Star Trek TV series as was most of the ship. The design worked well so they kept it.
In the lift the caption said, "Stand at attention."
The younger officer did as ordered by her Captain. Captain jack stood in front of the young girl, inspecting her Uniform. "You uniform is full regulation?"
"Yes, Captain Sir.", She obediently barked.
The Caption Spoke again "You hair is that regulation?" With that he pulled out the clip holding her hair in a neat bun, causing her beautiful red hair to burst out and run down to her shoulders. "I know it is officer but I think I like it like this better."
With a gulp She replied, "As you wish Captain."
Captain Jack kneeled down took his hand and ran it up her bare leg, going under her skirt, finding that she had no panties on he said, "Oh my what a bad little officer you are."
She pleaded, "I'm sorry sir, please don't demote me."
The Door opened on the lift, Captain Jack said, "We need to discuss this more, come with me."
The young officer followed the captain down the corridor and into his quarters. She seemed nervous, and looking at the bulge in the captain's pants she licked her lips.
Captain ordered, "Strip."
The young girl asked, "Strip, sir?"
Captain jack barked, "You heard me, you don't want me to get mad now do you?"
Now wanting to upset the captain the Science officer stripped out of her uniform. It was just a matter of kicking her shoes off stepping onto the captain's soft carpet which felt really nice to her aching feet. Taking her uniform dress off was almost as simple, a few buttons and a zipper and it fell off her shoulders to the floor. Her beautiful red hair draping over the milky white of her shoulders onto the very top of her lovey breasts. Her breasts were soft and creamy looking, topped with pink areola's and atop those beautifully erect nipples. Further down her young body there was not an ounce of fat. Her stomach was firm and toned. She took her position in the Fleet serious. Her waist was small and curvy, her pubic hair was a trimmed red arrow pointing down. She secretly trimmed it so the good captain could find his way there on his own. Her legs were shapely, the muscles well defined. Her feet were tiny and her toenails were painted a pale green to match the rest of her uniform.
The Captain said, "Very beautiful, it would be such a shame for someone so cute to get busted down to cleaning the barnacles off the ship."
Amanda pleaded, "Captain, sir, anything but that."
Captain jack sat down on his bed, and using her official rank said, "Commander Amanda, Come over here now please."
She did as instructed; he took her hand and forcibly bent her over his knee. Her bare breast pushing into his uniform pants, her bare ass in the air as his hand cracked down on her shapely ass. On his second smack he flipped her onto the center of his bed laughing out loud he said, "I'm sorry baby, I just can't spank my own daughter and really cause her pain. I'm sorry, but I can do this." And with that he buried his face into her pussy, tasting her delicious juices for the first time since she started her training for the position. "Mmmm. Baby you taste so good."
As he licked her she moaned, "Oh daddy, oh captain, I love it when you, oh...do ... please... oh yes.."
Soon she was bucking in her orgasm so hard Jack could hardly hold on. Somehow, he managed to hold on through her orgasm. He moved up and speared his cock into his sisters tight wet pussy. He spoke, "I'm so glad to have you serving under me little sister. In more ways than.. than.. oh.. than this too. Computer. Bed Gravity off."
Amanda shocked to find herself now floating in the air, nothing to push on as they made love, "This is new I love it."
Jack said, "I've never done this before... Not sure how to get things going." Jack moved this way and that, and the two of them found a rhythm that worked. Jack got his sister to the point of having an orgasm before he felt his coming on. As he came they slipped apart and his cum splatted up over her ass into the air
The rolled over with their back facing up, floating inches above the mattress. Amanda said, "That was great, but a little easier with gravity."
Jack said, "Computer. Reinstate bed gravity." With that command they lowered and jack was greeted with his cum falling out of the air onto his face.
Both laughing so hard it hurt, Amanda saying, "Join me in the shower real quick, I have to get back to my post."
They showered and dressed, her lovely hair returning to the utility bun of Chief Science officer Amanda. She flashed her ass to him as she left his quarters.
Back to being Captain Jack he made is official logs of the trip, looked over some crew staffing issues.
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<I>Authors Note: Alas this is a fairly long prologue which is depressingly remiss of any action of the carnal type, however, I think it's important to set the scene a bit. If you don't really care too much about plot and just want some action try moving onto to chapter 1:) Thanks for reading let me know what you think!</I>
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<B>Prologue</B>
I tracked left and right with my shotgun, the long barrel sweeping the deserted hallway as I crept silently, toe to heel, down the carpeted corridor. I forced myself to breath slowly and deeply, consciously filling my lungs as far as I could before exhaling. I'd learned before that if I didn't focus on my breathing I'd often hold my breath and inevitably panic.
"Three, four," I slowly counted as I passed each door, whispering under my breath. When I reached eight the red crosses spray painted on the doors up until now ceased, I dropped the sack slung over my shoulder on the floor and withdrew the set of lock picks I kept on my belt. I'd been lucky with that find, turns out my neighbor three doors down had had a bit of an illegal hobby.
I deftly inserted the bent pick with my right hand and apply tension with the torsion wrench. I slowly and delicately slid the pick further in slowly depressing the pins where I found them until they all clicked into place. I would never be able to break into Fort Nocks, but I could handle a simply front door lock easily enough.
I slowly twisted the handle until I felt the door start to open; I steeled myself with a deep breath and gently pushed, trying to make as little noise as possible. The hinges were blessedly silent and without much more than a slight squeak I was across the threshold and standing in a stranger's home not knowing what I'd find.
The layout was nearly identical to mine, not surprising since the apartment building I lived in only used three designs. I moved quickly through the apartment, completing a simple pass to ensure it was empty before starting a more thorough search. I opened all the wardrobes and cupboards that could hide an adult or child and when I had finally confirmed to my paranoid standards that the apartment was well and truly empty I let out a sigh and a silent prayer. I had no idea where the previous occupants were but wherever they were I hoped they were safe and alive.
I started my search of the place, opening all the cupboards I'd previously left closed. I made a stock pile of all the tinned, jarred and dried food on the table. I'd learnt weeks ago not to even try the fridges, although occasionally there would a jar of pickles or olives that were still good, the smell of rotting meat and vegetables far offset that small bounty. When I'd stockpiled the food, I moved on searching through the rest of the apartment looking for anything useful. I scored half a dozen batteries, a nice bottle of single malt, and a book that looked fairly interesting.
I retrieve the sack I'd left outside the door and placed all my sundry finds into it before slinging it back over my shoulder, tying it off so it became a pseudo backpack, and held my shotgun in front of me again.
"Four more apartments to go... but it i's only three o'clock. What to do, what to do," I'd developed the habit of speaking aloud over the past few months, with nobody else to talk to I just sort of slipped into, voicing aloud my internal monologue.
"Well may as well get it done. That'll be all eleven floors then," I sighed a discontented sigh and moved on to the next dwelling.
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The next four apartments were fairly sparse, only filling up the rest of the half of the sack with food and not even having a battery to spare between them. I was in two minds about that, firstly I hadn't built up as much of a stockpile as I would like; but secondly it meant that the previous occupants might have had a fighting chance.
I did a final tally of all my supplies and by conservative estimates I reckoned I had enough food to last two to four months, enough water to last three weeks and enough candles, torches and camp lanterns to bathe my life in light for a year, a bit over kill probably.
I settled onto the large couch that adorned the living room of the one bedroom flat with a nice dram of the single malt I picked up earlier that afternoon and a supper of tinned anchovies on stale cream crackers, spruced up with a few dashes of Tabasco.
The collection of solar lamps that now decorated the balcony and all my window sills were emitting a nice glow, bolstered by the large travel lantern on the coffee table. I picked up the book I'd also found that afternoon and began to read.
This is what life had become, scavenging apartments by day and drinking scotch and reading books by night. I was lonely and scared, tired of being cooped up in this dreadful building, fed up of being too scared shitless to leave my apartment and venture into the wide world.
My fear wasn't without foundation of course, since the event to step outside or to leave a known safe zone without a weapon and an attitude of utter vigilance could well be your death... or undeath as the case may be. Yes the inevitable had happened, the zombie apocalypse we had all been joking about for years but no-one took seriously swept through the globe.
It started two months ago, rumors at first, fluff pieces on the end of the evening news: 'In China there are rumors of mass disease and famine throughout the...' or 'India suffers a breakout of cholera of epic proportions...' even '... the civil war runs rift through the small nation, one of the worst in Africa's bloody history."
Then the first outbreak started in the States and Europe; International travel was shut down but that was too little too late, the infected were already over here. Entire cities were quarantined but that didn't help, the virus went airborne and dispersed through the water supply. Within a week of case zero a quarter of the population came down with the fever, within a fortnight sixty percent of the population was dead and most of the rest were ill. The rich were affected just a badly as the poor, doctors and fishmongers took ill alike, the plague took nearly all that stood in its path.
The world entered global financial meltdown, not that it mattered, nobody cared about money any more, nobody cared if they would make their mortgage, or even to whom they would pay it, all they hoped for was to live. The last service to shut down was the news; I had radio up until six weeks after the first outbreak in the western world. The last I'd heard was anywhere between 97 to 99.9% of the population had died, the urban areas being hit more than the rural. Nobody knew why, maybe the inbreeding in rural societies had spread the gene which prevented infection, then again the immunity seemed to be random. One brother would become ill whilst the other survived, children would remain immune whilst both parents suffered. Then again maybe we weren't immune, maybe we just had a longer incubation period.
Hell, what it came down to was there weren't enough left alive to figure it out. So many had died that even if there were enough scientists and doctors left alive to discover the origin of the disease and manufacture a plague there wouldn't be anybody to tell the rest of the world about it, let alone mass produce and distribute it.
Eight weeks after ground zero, two weeks after my last communication with the outside world, I'd met my first Zombie. They must have gotten ill and died in the apartment, nobody to bury them I suppose; I'd broken in feeling fairly confident only to be met by a decomposing mindless automaton, intent on nothing else than consuming my flesh.
I'd barely managed to escape its deathly cold grasp and accidentally toppled a bookshelf upon it, splitting its head clean open. I shook and shivered that night, haunted by dreams of reanimated bodies coming after me. It was that very day I had turned my apartment into a veritable fortress. I set up a mass of barricades in the corridor leading up to my apartment, pilfered a crowbar from one of my neighbors, loaded and practiced with the shotgun my grandfather had left me years ago.
It was strange, not all the deceased reanimated, there were several apartments I pilfered and found the still corpses of its former tenants, no sign of animation what-so-ever; I took no risk however and opened their skulls with the crowbar.
In the following two months I'd spent my time pouring over maps of Australia, salvaging as much food as I could, building up a small arsenal of supplies and reading up on everything I could, trying to be a master in everything from horticulture to first aid, from carpentry to mechanics.
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I awoke the next morning with a mouth that felt like sandpaper. I'd fallen asleep on the couch, immersed in the novel I'd started, the bottle of whiskey half empty on the table before me. I moved to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with the aid of a bottle of water, and looked forlornly at my shower. The water had shut off months ago and whatever vestiges there were in the tanks had dried up not long after, either that or the water wasn't gravity fed from tanks on the roof.
I consulted myself with a scrub of a flannel a healthy dose of deodorant before pulling my hair into some semblance of order. I pulled on my most comfortable pair of jeans, a long sleeved turtle neck sweater (it was getting chilly) and pulled on my hiking boots. Today was a big day, I was heading to the basement for the first time in several months. I'd put it off because without any artificial light it would be near pitch black down there and there wasn't much point anyway... well up until recently.
When I was fully ready, a headlamp in place and shot gun in hand, I slipped out the front door, locking the door behind me, and padded down the corridor, jumping over four barricades before reaching the staircase which spanned the core of the building. I descended quickly until I reached the second floor. This was the closest to the ground I'd been in three months. I steeled myself, knowing it was stupid, and continued down the stair case. I didn't bother breaking down the door to the first floor, there wasn't anything of value out there and there might just be a few unfriendlies. I paused at the basement door and switched on my headlamp. I didn't have to breakdown this door since it was the evacuation point for the building and would have been a severe fire risk if it were ever locked. I pulled the door open slid in a wooden chock just in case I needed to make a quick escape, and stole out into the near pitch blackness of the basement.
The light on my forehead cut a swathe through the darkness, illuminating the area in front of me for about thirty feet in a ninety degree arc.
My blood froze as to my left I heard a growl escape the throat of... something. I twisted violently, leveling the shotgun at the noise. My light illuminated the horrifying form of a reanimated corpse shuffling towards me. I panicked; the sight of rotting corpses still scared the shit out of me. I let out a pitiful sound, halfway between a sob and a whine.
"Breath you asshole," I sobbed to myself and raised my shaking shotgun to aim at the unsteadily approaching figure. My finger squeezed impulsively against the trigger and the left barrel discharged, clean missing the approaching figure. That caught its attention; the corpse abandoned its shuffle and started towards me at a half walk half run.
The twenty meters became eighteen, then fifteen. I held my breath and forced myself to hold my gun more firmly; I aimed down the sights and pulled the trigger again, discharging the right barrel. To my delight I watch as the zombies body disintegrated in a gory explosion of blood, bone and rotting flesh. The stench was overwhelming and disgusting. I dry wretched several times before summoning the courage to approach the corpse on the floor, the mouth still mindlessly flapping.
I unbuckled the crowbar from my left hip and with a horrendous swing unleashed a devastation blow into the cranium of the zombie. Just before my blow collided I recognized the face staring at me, eyes rolling around in the head, half disintegrated and falling off. It was Andrew, my building manager slash super. The man who had helped me carry furniture to and from my apartment, the man who had spent countless hours with me pouring over the engine of the forty year old Volvo injecting life into the old heirloom I'd been delivered on the back of a flatbed truck one day. Andrew, the man who had shared many a drink with me in the local pub as we tried to win Trivia time and again.
I sobbed over my lost friend, the tears falling unbidden from my eyes. I permitted myself a minute, or as far as I could tell what a minute was, before dragging myself up off my knees and back to the dreary task of sweeping the garage of enemies.
The rest of the basement was devoid of any life, or unlife. I found Andrew's office on the lowest level, broken into, or more accurately out of, glass strewn on the floor and dark red stains all over the concrete floor.
I'd taken a collection of car keys with me, pilfered from the rest of the building, and managed to locate a dozen cars which I had keys to. Eight were small sedans, fuel efficient but incapable of carrying much more than two or three suitcases and absolutely useless off road; two were small SUV's, slightly better than the sedans but not by much; one was a fantastic metallic red Jaguar XK, sleek, sexy and supremely tempting but alas probably the least useful car yet. I hit the jackpot with the twelfth car: a small H2 hummer. It wasn't the most fuel efficient car in the world but it could drive probably drive over the XK without suffering as much as a scratch (although that would be a travesty).
I managed to find half a dozen fuel cans from various cars I broke into, cautious owners preparing for the worst, all of them bone dry.
"Fuck, shit, damn, Christ!" I yelled out, turning the air blue with my curses, as I lifted the last jerry can and found it completely devoid of anything but dust and broken dreams.
"What to do, what to do," I called up images and paragraphs located in the many books I'd read over the past months. There was something in one of them... a schematic of the undercarriage of a car resolved itself in my mind. Gas tank, sump, drive shaft, axle, differential....
"What is it?" I mused allowed, knowing full well I was missing something, many things probably.
"Fuel lines!" I yelled allowed, in a Eureka moment, jumping up in the air and giving a fist pump straight out of an eighties movie. I grabbed a fuel can and with a massive smile on my face slipped under the nearest car on a makeshift mechanics creeper, a skateboard with three wheels, and located the fuel line.
"Here goes nothing," I prayed as I unclipped the knife from my belt and severed the line, quickly placing one end of the hose into the fuel can. I smiled as I heard, and seconds later smelt, the precious liquid flow into the can.
I spent the next hour filling up the remaining six tanks from cars to which I didn't have the keys and topped up the tank of the H2. All in all I emptied the tanks of eleven cars and spent an effective morning ferrying down the food and supplies I'd stockpiled into the near mammoth H2 I had commandeered as my own.
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It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, just as the sun would head towards the western horizon, not that you'd know it in the basement, when I at last began my final trip out of the basement for that evening. The first thing I did was get into the hummer and twist the keys in the ignition. The engine started first time, which was surprising as I had honestly assumed I would have to jump it using one of the other cars, probably the Jag as they had fairly decent batteries. I put the gear into reverse and slowly backed out of the parking lot, carefully navigating the confines of the parking lot. All I had to do was move it closer to the exit then I could spent one more night in my apartment before leaving for what could feasibly the rest of my life.
The smile which had spread across my face at this thought vanished in an instant as I parked at the large roll down gate that prevented any intruder enter the car park. All this planning, all this work over the past months, all my contingencies and contingencies of my contingencies and I'd never considered how the fuck I would get out of this shitting garage!
I screamed in frustration and disgust, pounding my hands against the steering wheel. Without power there was no way in hell I'd be able to raise the iron gate which rolled down from the ceiling, it must weigh a couple of tones at least!
"Oh you fucking idiot Charles! You fucking dumb piece of shit!" I swore again, slapping my both hand, scrunching closed my eyes. It was in a dejected mood I slowly made my way up twelve stories and entered my apartment, crashing on the couch in a fit of despair that lasted for long hours. The only time I moved was to refill the whisky glass or drag a blanket over my body. My mind raced, I couldn't use a jack to raise the gate, even if I got two or three powerful enough to do it they wouldn't ever be able to raise it high enough. I couldn't saw through the bars, it would take weeks, I might be able to reduce the time if I had a plasma cutter or blow torch but even if I was lucky enough to find one it would require electricity.
It wasn't until eleven or twelve that and idea finally came to me, I'm not sure if it was the drunken stupor I was in or just the hours spent pontificating but a viable idea had finally come to me. It was with a sense of anticipation I drifted off to sleep that night, in my own bed for perhaps the last time.
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The sun broke through the grimy window with a false sense of cheeriness. I awoke, and took a long drink of a bottle of water that habitually lived on my dresser. I felt my head pounding and staggered to the bathroom where I used the loo, flushing the loo with a bucket of rain waiter that I'd collected from the roof, and popping a couple of pills from the medicine cabinet.
I changed into a fresh set of clothes and hefted a large backpack onto my shoulders. I glanced around the apartment one final time, despairing in the emptiness which I saw around me. I hadn't bothered to take most of it, but in places where I should have found prized possessions I found nothing.
I had took the luxury of storing my crystal ware into the car already, my liquor cabinet was stored there as well, my modest library similarly and the thick wardrobe practically empty. I patted the walls one final time and left the apartment, locking it behind me and slipping the keys into my pocket. I'm not sure why I did that, I probably shouldn't have bothered but there was something familiar about locking a door after you left.
I took the stairs two at a time, practically racing to the basement. I clicked on my forehead flashlight once again and entered the darkness. I loaded the supplies in the back of my H2 before driving it back down to the level below.
"Here goes nothing," I grabbed a fuel can off top of the car and a pair of wire cutters out of the cache of useful supplies I had stored in the boot. I deposited the jerry can at the large gate and then on one last shopping trip.
Each apartment had a storage cage located in the basement, spread all over the two floors. I moved from one to the other, cutting the wire to gain access when I felt it necessary, and hauling several bags, boxes and small containers of fertilizer up to the first level.
It was something I'd read in a farming and agriculture book last month: '... perhaps the most efficient way of removing tree stumps and other obstacles around the farm is to use an improvised explosive derived from Ammonium Nitrate Fuel Oil. AN/FO, is used extensively throughout the world as it is both cheap and effective. However, it is also very unstable and should only be .... The approximate ratio should be 94% Ammonium Nitrate to 6% Fuel Oil or 2 quarts of Fuel Oil per 50 pounds of Ammonium Nitrate..."
The fertilizer I'd pilfered would serve as the Ammonium Nitrate and the Gasoline would serve quite well as the Fuel Oil. I got to mixing, and after a steady hour of work ended up with a large pile of slippery, greasy fertilizer which I packed into a 44 gallon drum, still reveling at the pointless stuff people stored in their storage cages, and placing it on its side, the open aperture pointing towards the gate.
I ran two ends of an insulted wire, pilfered from Andrew's office, through a homemade detonator (a shotgun shell buried deep in the mixture) to a point eighty meters away, behind a reinforced concrete wall. I had stripped the insulation from the wire where it had ran through the shotgun shell, and hoped to god my basic knowledge in chemistry, physics and electronics worked.
I took the two ends of the wire and connected one end to the red terminal of the car battery pilfered from the Jaguar and closed my eyes and prayed. In tense moment I touched the other wire to the negative end of the terminal of the car battery, essentially creating a short circuit.
"Ouch!" I let out a yell, as the battery was sparked; but my voice was drowned out by a low boom followed by a much louder one. I felt a rumble flow through the ground and the wall I was leaning against shake fiercely.
'Fuck what if I bring the entire place down around my ahead?' I thought frantically in a moment of terror as I came to terms with what I had done. Smoke and dust filtered through the basement, the light of my flashlight illuminating it as it engulfed me. I coughed and pressed a handkerchief to my face.
"Time to see my dirty work," with slow steps, terrified that I'd failed, I rounded the corner to see a fantastic sight. The gate was a mangled mess lying around the floor of the basement. I wasn't sure exactly what happened but I assumed that the tremendous force that blew against the gate induced a moment that tore the top of the gate straight out of its bearings, causing it to crash straight down onto the basement floor.
I jumped in joy and yelled, despite the dull thudding in my ears blocking out all noise. It was in that moment that I noticed the zombie heading down the ramp at a fierce stagger; barely keeping itself from falling over it was moving that quickly.
"Shit!" I yelled again. Here I was so caught up in my excitement and my plan I had keen forgotten about the risks of creating too much noise or motion. My shotgun and crowbar were stowed carefully in the car; the only weapon I could feasibly call upon was a pair of wire cutters sitting in my pocket.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," I yelled again as I sprinted for the H2, all too aware that there was probably more than one zombie on its way right now to my location. I hastily yanked open the door and slid into the driver's seat, exhaling deeply.
It wasn't exactly a close call, after all whilst I could run and sprint it appeared that zombies could barely manage more than a slow jog and often not even that. Still deadly in close quarters still but out in the open with plenty of space they were easy to avoid, provided you weren't facing too many.
Still, there was something terrifying and deeply wrong about a reanimated human corpse. Something in your soul that just screamed out against the travesty. I shook my mind to clear it and turned on the engine. Only after the headlights flooded the area with light did I turn off my forehead torch.
I slipped the engine into drive and started up the spiral ramp which separated the first floor from the second. I paused when I got to the to, peering through the smoke only just starting the thin as it escaped outside.
"There you are you little fucker," I addressed the lone zombie still shuffling forward, now a lot less scary with a car weighing several tones protecting me, "Say hello to my little friend."
And on that horrendous cliché I gunned the engine, mowing the zombie down in an explosion of blood and guts, not even slowing down as I drove over the twisted iron gate that had once kept my segregated from the outside world.
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<I>Authors Note: The first real chapter of this story and some sex at last! If you've missed it please read the prologue for some plot background:) As always comments are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading.</I>
Chapter 1
Zoey slipped out of her small house and stole across the street quiet as a mouse, the darkness shielding her as she made her way to the small pub just down the road. She darted from shadow to shadow, uncomfortable with how bright the moon shone tonight.
She was scared but also slightly excited. For close to three months she'd scarcely seen a soul, there had been three cars or four cars traveling on the highway a kilometer away but nothing passing through the village.
But that had all changed tonight; tonight the hotel which had once been the highpoint of the nightlife in this small town she called home once again had light shining through its windows. She moved up the street until she was crouched behind a dumpster peering in through the large windows at the front of the Prince Alfred Hotel.
Inside she spied a strange sight, a young man decisively moving through the large array of alcohol still stocked behind the bar. She'd never been a drinker and her town was evacuated before a run on the local stores could occur. She'd hidden out in her cellar, refusing to leave her sick parents, whilst the army went from house to house, forcibly removing all those who wouldn't come willingly.
She watched as the strange man rejected bottle after bottle, moving down the shelf, until he finally reached a dusty bottle that had sitten undisturbed on the top shelf for a fair while. Zoey watched as the stranger uncorked the bottle and poured a large dose into a glass. She had to admit with his short brown hair, tall frame and athletic body he was pretty cute, from this distance at least.
"What do I do?" She whispered to herself, having become accustomed to voicing aloud her internal monologue. She was scared at what would happen if she approached the stranger. It wasn't the fact that he might turn violent that scared her, well obviously that did scare her but she felt the risk was mitigated by the revolver wedged in the back of her jeans. It was her grandfathers from the war; he'd brought it back from Germany back when the government was less stringent on those type of things. She had a half dozen shots in the barrel and another three dozen in a box in the house. The gun had been kept clean through the years and she'd practiced with it enough during the first stages of the apocalypse to know how to use it. If Zoey had to admit to herself what she really scared of, it was probably the fear of rejection.
"Well fuck it," she whispered, standing up, one hand on the handle of the revolver in her back as she slowly walked across the street to the hotel. She knocked loudly on the door and watched as the stranger got the veritable shock of his life, clean dropping the bottle still clenched in hand.
***
I was standing in a pokey old hotel called the Prince Alfred, a name which gave me a good chuckle when I first spied, it, sipping a fairly decent single malt when the last thing in the world that I'd expected to happen occurred. A knock sounded on the old door. The bottle of Highland Park slid straight out of my hand and I spun around to see who was knocking, hoping against hope it wasn't a zombie banging into something.
"Shit," what I saw was a much bigger shock than seeing a zombie and also a far better sight. A young women, I'd estimate about twenty or twenty-one, stood in the threshold. Her blonde hair ran in ringlets down the side of her face, accentuating her large almond eyes and full red lips.
"Hello," She greeted, her voice was soft and calm, a surprise since mine was the furthest thing from calm imaginable.
"Hey," I croaked, my hand shaking so much I spilled most of my whiskey on to the bench top.
"I'm Zoey," She moved a step closer, her right hand stretched out in front of her, her left behind her back.
"I'm Charles," I placed my nearly empty glass on the bench top and extended my own hand towards her. Her shake was delicate yet firm and her hands were soft without a hint of a callous.
"Pleasure to meet you," I couldn't help it, I laughed at this, "What?"
"Well this is just so absurd," I explained, trying to suppress my laughter.
"How so?" She was smiling now and god was it a smile! Her pearly white teeth were perfectly straight and she had two cute little dimples in her cheeks.
"Well, I mean we're two of god knows how few survivors in the world and I don't know about you but your first alive person I've seen since this thing happened; yet we're acting as if the social etiquette rules still apply!"
"I guess it is kinda surreal," She admitted, shrugging her shoulders.
"Kinda? Damn this is hella-surreal!" I smiled and leant against the bar, "So tell me... Zoey, tell me all about you?"
"You mean about my life before or after the Events," I could tell by the emphasis she put on Events that that was clearly her way of thinking about what I had nicknamed the Apocalypse.
"Everything, both and neither. Sorry where are my manners," I paused, grinning like a loon, "Would you like a drink?" I motioned to the extensive bar behind me.
"Thanks, but I don't really drink," she said, smiling as she said so.
"Are you sure? I make a great cocktail?"
"Thanks all the same," She took a bar stool, one arm leaning on the bar, the other resting on her leg. She started her story, telling me of how her parents had gotten ill, how she had refused to leave them to die alone, even when the fever had wrecked their body and left them nonlucid most of the time. She told me of how she sat with them when they died and finally buried them in the backyard. She told me of how she had moved from house to house, caring and later burying the sick and ill.
She told me of how she had done her own stockpile of food, how she had busied her days over the past three months. When she reached the end of her chilling tail she then jumped back in time to well before the invasion, telling me of her childhood and her family, how she had gone to high school in the area but escaped to the big city for university, how she was only home on holidays when it all started. When she had eventually run out of words I put down the scotch I'd been steadily drinking and just looked at her.
"Shit, that's some life. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, being sorry never helped anything. Anyway, I have no doubt you have an equally depressing tale," I told briefly of my childhood, how my parents had moved to the UK when I was young and shipped me home to my grandfather's farm during summer holidays. I'd spend long hours shooting, rounding up the animals, fixing broken fences and a hundred other tasks synonymous with running a farm. My grandfather passed away three days before my 16th birthday and that was the last time I ever went to farm, he left a few things, including his old shotgun with a friend, but I could never bring myself to return to the farm itself; I was scared that if I ever did go back it'd feel empty without his large heart and larger soul to fill the place. I'm not really too sure what happened to it, I think the family ended up selling it to one of the adjacent properties.
I finally moved back to Australia when I was 18 and it was time to start university. I'd lived here ever since, only returning to England for two months over Christmas each year. The last time I'd seen my parents was six months ago and I had no idea if they were alive or not, I assumed they probably weren't but had no real proof and that slight hope had been a great comfort some nights, when all I wanted to do was curl up and die. I told her of my exploits in my apartment building and my eventual escape in the large Hummer still parked outside. I told her of my egress from the city and my eventual plan to head deep inland, hoping there might be some small desolate town that hadn't been affected or failing that a government restoration camp.
It was only when I told her about the zombies that she said anything, up until that point she had contented herself with moans of approval or sorrow depending on what best fit the situation.
"Sorry you saw a what?" She eyed my carefully and then looked accusingly at my whiskey, clearly assuming I was drunk.
"I saw a zombie, a walking dead, a reanimated corpse."
"Yeah okay,"
"Listen I'm not drunk," I ruined my statement slightly by taking that moment to knock over the glass in front of me.
'Sure okay,"
"Are you telling me you haven't seen any?"
"Any what? Zombies? No I haven't surprisingly enough," her hand had disappeared from her leg and was pressed against her back where I assumed she had secreted a weapon.
"Honestly, I'm not fucking with you. Honest to god I saw a zombie, killed a dozen of them so far. You've probably buried all yours!" I was angry that she didn't believe me but hardly surprised.
"Easy there, easy there," she had gotten off the bar stool and took a step towards the door.
"Sorry, come back," I calmed down a bit, scared of losing the only human contact I'd had in a quarter of a year, well living contact that is, "Listen you don't have to believe me, but that's what I saw. Why don't I just move on with my tale?"
She treated the rest of my tale slightly more dubiously and I omitted all further mention of the undead from that point. I figured she'd have to see it to believe it; fair enough I would have too.
"Listen," She finally said when I finished my tale, "It's late and I'm tired. If you can hang around another day we can talk more tomorrow?"
"Yeah that sounds great," I yawned too and put the glass in the sink, automatically twisting on the tap before realizing there was no water, just as there was no electricity.
"Well I'll see you in the morning then," Zoey turned around and walked out the door, showing me the revolver she had secreted in her jeans. I watched her go, admiring the sway of her ass as she trailed into the night. I waited until she had departed before picking up the shotgun that had been resting against the bar next to my leg. When I had my weapon safely in my grasp again I moved up the stairs in the back of the hotel and made my way to one of the rooms they kept above the bar. I broke in using my crowbar and created a hasty barricade after by dragging the chest of draws in front of the door. It wasn't that I didn't trust Zoey, but in this new world it didn't pay to be anything less than cautious, even when it came to potential allies.
I eventually fell asleep, the shotgun no more than an arm's reach away, my mind buzzing with both the alcohol and the discovery of another living soul.
***
Zoey left the bar with mixed feelings. On one hand she had met another living soul, but on the other he had clearly been on his own far too long.
"Zombies," she scoffed, closing her door and locking it behind her. She padded upstairs in the near pitch darkness, knowing the home like the back of her hand. She stole into her bedroom and locked and closed that door behind her too.
'Can't ever be too prepared,' her father used to tell her and those words had stuck with her through it all.
She kicked off her ballet flats and peeled of the hoodie and t-shirt she was wearing. She stood in the mirror in just her bra and jeans. She ran a hand over her chest, cupping her breasts and wistfully staring at their reflection, wishing they were bigger.
"Silly me," She said let going of bosom and turning away from her reflection, "I meet a pretty boy and all I can think about is how I look." She tried to banish all thoughts of him from her mind as she unbuttoned the skin tight denim and pushed her jeans off her hips, wriggling until they lay in a pile on the floor. She moved to the bed and lifted the pillow, pulling out the pajamas she kept there.
She was just about to pull on the pink floral patterned nightwear when she stopped and reconsidered. It wasn't that cold of a night and beside... she didn't feel like going to sleep just yet. Maybe it was Charles, or maybe it was because it'd been a week since she'd gotten herself off, but whatever the reason she felt that familiar itch.
She lay on the bed and let her fingers play across her body; starting with her breasts, slowly stroking and massaging them above the bra. She let the small tendrils of pleasure rekindle the fire that was smoldering deep within.
Zoey's right hand released its breast and slowly stroked down her stomach, an image came to her mind unbidden, a shirtless Charles stroking her the exact same way she was now. The hand brushed over her belly-button and continued further south until it reached the elastic of her underwear.
In her mind Charles was teasing her, tracing the lines but refusing to touch the sensitive flesh that lay beneath.
"Please, please," she whispered to nobody but herself, imagining a fierce battle of the wills. Her hand finally obliged her whispered pleas and began to stroke the fleshy triangle through the cotton briefs she wore. Her fingertips dipped lower and lower until it reached her nether lips. She teased around her slit, not quite daring to put any pressure on her most sensitive areas yet.
Zoey abated her self-pleasure for a quick second to reach around her back and undo the clasp of her bra. Her breasts, 36 C and quite acceptable despite her own misgivings, sprang free from their enclosure, her large brown nipples fully erect. She used the fingers of her left hand to pull, squeeze and generally just tease the two nubs while her right returned to its previous position.
She allowed herself to slowly stroke her clit through the faded orange underwear, slowly getting into the rhythm and feeling herself get moist.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, enjoying the slow stabs of pleasure that coincided with every brush of her clitoris. She abated the pleasure of her nipples and let her second hand slip down her soft smooth body to rest atop the elastic of her undies. She lifted her ass off the bed and wriggled free of the slightly damp clothing.
Her left hand played with the soft short blonde curls that adorned the triangle betwixt her legs whilst her right gathered some lubricant from her wet opening before again flicking across her clitoris. She rolled the sensitive nub slowly between her middle and ring finger, slowly sliding her hand up and down.
Her back writhed on the soft Egyptian cotton sheets, loving the expansion of the ball of pleasure located deep behind her navel. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed, her the rhythm of her hand upon her clit speeding up. Her left hand stopped running through her golden curls and slipped down to her wet entrance. By kicking elbow out the side she managed to slip her middle finger inside herself until two and a half knuckles were buried inside her tight wet vagina. She curled her middle finger and slowly rubbed her front wall, trying to but not quite able to reach her g-spot. Instead, she wriggled a second finger inside herself and began thrusting slowly.
The pleasuring rolling through her grew and grew until she was soon bucking her hips without abandon; muffled screams escaped her mouth as she moved closer and closer to that elusive orgasm. Her fingers were pistoning in and out of herself hard and fast whilst the rubbing on her clit had fastened to a near blur. She pushed her hips into her hands and raised her ass clear off the bed. She could feel the waves of pleasure growing larger and larger.
She bit her lip hard as her fingers massaged and plunged deep into her sex, she could smell the pungent smell of her desire and hear the sloshing of her own wetness as she approached her orgasm. It only took a few seconds before she was bucking fiercely and all but yelling, the orgasm breaking over her body like a tidal wave. Her walls clenched down on her fingers and she held tight onto her mound, lost in her own desire.
When the orgasm finally subsided she slumped back onto the bed and, with a bit of effort, slipped her fingers out of her opening. Still in a half comatose state she lay there and just waited, waited either for her senses to come back to her or for sleep to overtake her.
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<em>Authors note: Hey, thanks for taking the time to read this, I hope it lives up to expectations. I know it is really slow starting but I'm enjoying building the characters and don't want them jumping into bed (hehe) together right away. If you're looking for instant gratification come back in a few chapters:) Thanks again for all comments; they really help my focus and motivation. Also I knocked this one out in the middle of the night so if it's a bit incoherent I apologize. Well here goes...</em>
***
Sunlight streamed through the windows and seemed to shine straight into my face. After hiding my head under the covers for thirty minutes wishing that the sun would just turn off, I extracted myself from the bed and grabbed a pair of running shorts out of my bag.
It had been a long time since I'd gotten any real exercise, living as a recluse in an apartment building for 2 months hardly gives you a chance to show off your athletic prowess. After I was dressed... well sort of dressed, a pair of shorts, shoes and hydration belt, I was ready for my third run in as many days.
I was never exactly the most fit person on the planet, but just before the outbreak I'd been training for the half marathon and was finding it easy to get back into the swing of things; almost ironic really: my entire life gets turned upside down and my body hardly seems to notice!
I slipped a bottle of water into one of the two bottle slots and my crowbar into the second slot; it was just far too unwieldy to run with a shotgun and if what Zoey had surmised was correct, then there really was no danger.
After a few minutes struggling with the chest of drawers barricading the door, apparently it was easier to move it into place than out of place, a quick stretch and a selection of upbeat running tracks from my iPhone, I was ready and took off for a more personal tour of the town than I'd had the chance of the previous night.
The town itself was small, even for rural Australian standards. I doubted if there were more than two or three dozen houses and about half that number businesses. I laughed inwardly to myself, so typical of these towns, don't have a doctor's office, supermarket or even traffic lights, but still manage to have a pub: true blue.
I was enjoying the slight burn in my hamstrings and shortness of breath that accompanied the exercise, like I said it had been far too long since I'd gotten my heart rate up with anything beside stimulants or terror.
After what I imagine would be three or four K, I was just finishing up my loop of the town and returning back down the main strip when I ran into Zoey... literally. I was fiddling with my iPhone, trying to get the music to pause when next thing I know I go from a slow jog to a rather hasty fall.
"Wow shit," I said, arms pinwheeling violently trying to stop myself from going over.
"Haha, easy there big fella," Zoey remarked as she disentangled herself from my sweaty body and backed up so a few feet were between us.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there," I pulled out my right head phone, the music still pumping, and panted softly.
"That's alright, no harm no foul right? Anyway, I'm not sure what your food stocks were like so I thought you might be interested in breakfast?" she held up a picnic basket which, judging by the way she held it, was anything but empty.
"You, my dear, are a shining star,"
"A shining star? The first complement I get in months and that's what it is?" A smile played across her face to match my own. There's nothing like a bit of human interaction to warm the cockles of your heart.
"Well am I wrong? I mean after all you've brightened up my day," I nodded at the picnic basket she held in her left hand.
"Men," she scoffed, "all you ever think about is food."
"Well, I mean you do have certain other qualities like a star I'm sure. Let's see you're golden hair is certainly a match, you appear to have a strong inner fire and... oh yes ofcourse! You're incredibly hot!" I was feeling giddy up until this point but as the color drained away from her face and she took another step back I sobered up immediately.
"Oh god sor-"
"Don't move!" She cut me off and quick as a flash she had whipped out the old army service revolver she had tucked in the back of her jeans. I just stood there, the gun pointed in my direction, a grin still fading from my face.
My breath was racing, only in part due to the exercise, and I still had music pumping into one ear. I raised my hands slowly and started in a slow calm voice, "Woah there.."
That was as far as I got, next thing I knew her finger squeezed around the trigger and I saw a flash of light.
***
Zoey woke up feeling content, she had fallen asleep on top of her covers and lay naked in all her glory as the sun streamed through the window and played across her young supple body. She reveled in the warm touch of the fiery orb for several long minutes before finally dragging herself out of bed.
She glanced at the watch she had left on her chest of drawers the previous night and was shocked to find the time to be 9:13. She rummaged through her cloth drawer and finally emerged from her bedroom clad in her worn and very comfortable jeans with a white tank top to match, it looked like a warm day.
She spent several minutes going about her normal morning routine, brushing her teeth, using the facilities, that type of thing, before heading down into the kitchen to root around in the cupboard for a suitable breakfast.
"I wonder if Charles would like to join me?" she mused aloud, rummaging through the bags and boxes and cans of preserved food she had built up over the months. Eventually she decided upon a bag of muesli, a large carton of long life milk she'd been rationing carefully, half a box of digestive biscuits, a couple of oranges picked from neighbors trees the previous day and two boiled eggs.
She headed briefly into the back garden to restart the fire she kept in a pit there, and when the flames were licking healthily long a couple of short logs, she hung an old fashioned kettle over the center to heat up.
"What about a picnic?" Zoey asked no-one in particular half way through packing the bounty into several large green-reusable shopping bags. For some reason the idea appealed to her, perhaps it was the weather or the newly found company, but regardless she then spent the next ten minutes hunting around in the cellar with a torch looking for the old family picnic basket.
When Zoey eventually found the small little wickerwork basket, it took several minutes and a lot of sneezing to dispel the dust from where it had laid for several years but eventually the hamper looked good as new.
She packed the basket carefully, lining up the boxes and bags so they all fit snugly and the basket was fairly evenly balanced. That was something she had always loved doing since a little kid, even when they went on holiday her favorite part seemed to be packing and unpacking, it was like a puzzle for the real world!
When the hamper was packed she ventured back into the back yard to find the kettle boiling away nicely, a few minutes later she had a large canteen filled with tea and was ready to leave the house. She was halfway out the door before she remembered she had clean forgotten the gun.
"Eurgh it's all the way upstairs," she grumbled to herself and almost convinced herself not to bother to get it when she heard her father's voice 'Can't ever be too prepared' echo around her head.
"Fine, fine fine," she moaned as she set aside the hamper and stomped up the stairs to retrieve the precious little weapon.
It was a luxurious day outside, the sun was shining and a small breeze blew through the town yet it wasn't too hot thanks to it being the tail end of the season. She walked briskly until she reached the high street and was shocked to see Charles already up and about and going for a morning jog of all things!
"Wow," she muttered under her breath. He did strike an impressive figure, his chest was glistening with sweat and she could easily make out his clearly defined pecs and tight stomach, her imagination didn't really do him justice.
She was so stunned by his athletic figure that she stood frozen allowing him to run clean into her. 'Eww sweaty!' she internally squealed and put a few feet between them.
The conversation was fairly standard but made a thousand percent more exotic by the simple fact that it was a conversation with another person. She had to struggle to suppress a blush when he called her a shining star for putting together breakfast.
Charles was halfway through comparing all the way she did indeed resemble a star when something caught Zoey's eye that took her mind clean off the flirting. Out of one of the small alley that entered onto the main street came a stumbling figure of a man but one look was all you needed to know that this was clearly not a well and healthy man.
His jaw flapped eerily in the wind, dislocated by the look of it, a large deep cut ran down his entire left arm, his clothes were ripped to shreds and were only hanging on by the barest of threads, and he was a waxy pale whitish-green color.
All emotion drained from Zoey, the warm feelings she'd been entertaining in the pit of her stomach moments ago dissipated quicker than steam from her kettle and she was left shaking and white.
"Don't move!" She called out to the quickly approaching man and took several quick steps back. Charles only registered in the back of her mind, he had frozen too but she wasn't sure if it was because of her command or he too had seen the... the.... Zombie?
The creature closed in far too quickly for her liking and time seemed to slow, it was barely six feet from Charles now and she found it almost impossible to believe he couldn't have noticed it! What did she do? Her mind and body froze, torn between running and fighting, she was a rabbit caught in the spotlight.
"Oh god," Charles began and that managed to snap her out of her reverie. She reached one hand around her back and pulled out the revolver, holding it in a double fist as she had done countless times before. She took a quick breath and on the exhale steadied her aim and squeezed the trigger.
The kickback slammed the pistol up high into the air as the bullet soared across the short space between herself and the zombie. She watched as it passed Charles, missing his head by scant inches, to explode fiercely into the skull of the reanimated corpse.
***
"What the fuck!" I yelled at the crazy bitch that had apparently just shot at me. Silent tears ran down her face and my ears rang with the shot. It was then that I noticed she wasn't focusing on me, a monumentally stupid thing not to do when you're shooting at a target, and my sluggish brain started to put two and two together.
My nose reacted first, picking up a sickly sweet smell barely distinguishable beneath the heavy odor of gunpowder. I knew that smell far too well, it was the smell of death. I spun around and got the shock of my life, barely five feet from me lay a deceased zombie, head blown open by the force of the round Zoey had delivered into it.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I muttered quickly, ripping the other headphone out of my ear. I felt the shakes coming along and tried to fight them back; when I turned back around to face Zoey I found her with the gun still outstretched doing a far worse job than I at fending off the shakes.
In two quick strides I was before her and then I was hugging her, gently rocking her and making shushing noises into her ear. I gently disengaged her hand from the gun and pocketed it. She stood there like a wet fish, just letting me hold her and tell her it would be alright.
Eventually I got her to lead me back to her house, she was still in shock and I had one arm wrapped around her shoulders whilst I carried the picnic basket in the other. Her house, when we reached it, was a two story, white-panel wood affair, very picturesque. We pushed in through the front door, unlocked which I promptly rectified the second we were inside, and I deposited her on one of the couches in the entry room/living room. I grabbed a blanket off the back of a couch and wrapped it around her.
"I'm just going to find some water," I whispered softly and calmly, before taking the basket and moving into the kitchen at the back of the house to try and find something for her to drink. Upon the bench there stood a large bucket filled with water, a ladel and a collection of glasses, upside down on a tea-towel, presumably drying.
I filled one up and brought it to Zoey, pressing it into her hands. I slung an arm around her and just rocked her silently for long minutes, letting her deal with the ordeal. In a sick twisted way I was almost jealous of her, when I found out about the Zombies I didn't have anybody to comfort me, instead I found salvation in the bottom of a bottle.
Time drifted on and I wasn't sure of the exact passing, the clock on the wall had stopped one day at 3:39, but I judged it would be nearly eleven or twelve.
"Hey," I eventually broke the silence, stroking her cheek where it lay in my lap.
"Hi," she croaked out, apparently on the verge of tears.
"I know you're not okay so I'm not even going to ask, but do you want to talk about it? Sometimes that helps," there was a long pause, so long I thought that we would descend back into silence, but eventually she did speak up.
"I can't... I mean... are they all? Are my parents... my neighbors... how can this.... What... oh god oh god," Zoey descended into sobs and I stroked her cheek again.
"No they're not all... well you know. I reckon anywhere between a quarter and 10% come back. Listen it'll be okay,"
"No it won't," she cried, "Look what's happening to the world!"
"Shhhh," I consoled, "We're still here aren't we? Not all hope is lost, don't ever give up. Never let yourself give up all together."
"How can you be so strong," She whimpered, "you've met many of them and your... it's just so wrong!"
"I know, it's sick and twisted and against everything god meant, but maybe there'll be a cure. Maybe something good will one day come out of this, and until then? Well until then we cry and we shake, and sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we smile, and we never ever give up."
We spoke softly for what seemed to be an age, about everything from whether her friends and family were below ground now scratching to get out, whether I really believed there were others out there that could help, whether we'd seen that movie "I Am Legend,". Eventually our conversation turned to lighter subjects, something which I was eternally grateful, and we chatted about anything and nothing. I was sure she was suppressing the full horror of the events that she had witnessed and I wasn't sure if that was healthy or not, but then again who am I to judge? I know my own coping mechanics are probably a lot less healthy than hers.
Eventually she got up to use the bathroom and I took the opportunity to wonder into the kitchen to see if I could sate my growling stomach. I was surprised to find the tea in the canteen still warm and I poured it out into two mugs she had packed. I bustled around for a while but eventually cobbled together something that might have resembled a meal.
Zoey entered, eyes red and puffy but with dry cheeks, and laughed when she saw me humming and dancing around as I prepared lunch.
"You really are a strange guy," she commented, still chuckling.
"Come on, try it!" I danced my way over to her and, taking her hands in mine, spun and twirled her around the small room as I sang words made up on the spot to a melody comprised of a variety of different songs.
"When the world spins and twirls," I dipped her low, "We know that life goes by. When the moon shines and sings, we know that life goes on. When the seas splash and splish, we know that life will ever drift. And when I hoooold you in my arms, we know that life slows down. "
"You my dear sir," she gasped, slightly out of breath from our antics, "are a strange strange man."
"Why thank you madam," I doffed an imaginary hat and motioned to a seat, "would you care to be seated? Luncheon is served."
She took her chair and I made a couple of trips to the table carrying water glasses, the two mugs of tea, and two plates laden with the most bizarre combination of food that you would ever find under normal circumstances.
I'd created a pseudo salad out of muesli and orange, made rough and ready sandwiches using slices of tinned corn beef I'd found and lavish amounts of Branston pickle, whipped up some crackers with a dollop of honey and a few grains of instant coffee, all topped off with a packet of crisps each.
"Wow," She exclaimed as I presented her the meal, "this really is something."
"I'll take that as a compliment then?" I asked, catching her eye and grinning.
"Yeah... compliment."
"Well if you don't want it," I moved as if to take her plate only to have my hand slapped away.
"Oh get off with you! It looks lovely, thank you," and with that we tucked in to our slapdash meal.
***
After lunch we washed up in the backyard in a bucket of soapy water Zoey kept there, topped up with boiling hot water from the kettle; then stretched out on the grass, just looking up into the sky. The mood turned serious despite the almost idyllic surroundings.
"What happens now?" Zoey asked, her hand reaching out and finding mine, gripping it hard.
"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but suppress butterflies twisting and turning in my stomach as our skin connected in an act that, to me, was one of the most personal two could engage in.
"Well... just that. What happens?"
I paused for a minute before answering, putting my thoughts and feelings into words, "I suppose we go on living,"
"Just like your song," Zoey cut in.
"Exactly, I'm still thinking of heading out west, go as far inland as I can and try to find some remote section that isn't plagued by this horror. I'm not sure if there is anything but at the very least I should be able to find a farm, maybe I can set up shop as a hermit and live out my days."
"Very lonely existence living alone," Zoey twisted her head and looked into my eyes, her green piercing my brown, "Don't suppose you want a companion?"
"Only if you call me Doctor," I rejoined.
"Sorry?" She asked, clearly missing the reference.
"Don't worry about it: Doctor Who. Do you think you could leave you home?" I asked, brushing her knuckle with a thumb.
"It's not the same anymore," her tone darkened and we both knew what she was talking about.
"I suppose that's true; well I'd love to have you along,"
"Thanks,"
***
We made plans that afternoon, nothing fancy just roughly where'd we go and when we'd leave. Surprisingly Zoey was all up for leaving the next day and, although I wasn't strictly against the idea, I managed to convince her to take and extra day or two, pack up a few things, say goodbye to the house, all that sentimental crap. Sentimental crap it may well be, but if you don't do it you'll never really get closure, that much I knew.
As the afternoon darkened and the sun dropped behind the horizon we felt the chill set in and moved inside. We ate a fairly boring dinner, just a bowl of rice we cooked up over the campfire in the backyard flavored with soy sauce, chili flakes and a mixed tin of peas, corn and carrot.
We set the bowls aside to soak for the evening, neither of us having the effort to wash them up, and moved back to the sitting room. It was funny, the hour couldn't have been later than 8 or 9 but before long we were both yawning and struggling to stay awake.
"Well" I said, getting up and stretching, "I should probably make a move." I was halfway to the door before Zoey stopped me.
"Charles?" She croaked out.
"Yes?" I answered, turning to face her.
"You can... I mean it's alright if... I mean.... Will you stay here tonight? I'd feel safer knowing you're in the house." It was a big step and a display of exactly how much she'd come to trust me over the last day. Barely 24 hours previously she had all but had a gun trained on me, waiting for me to make the wrong move, now she was inviting me to stay in the house.
"Of course," I said, returning to the couch, "I'll just bunk down here, if you need anything all you have to do is call and I'll be up there quick as a flash."
"Don't stay down here," she whispered again, her eyes pleading, "I'll make up the spare room, the bed really is quite comfortable."
"Okay but only if you're sure," I conceded, looking forward to a decent night in a comfortable bed despite myself; the mattress at the pub must be about a decade or two old!
"Yes."
Together we made up the spare room, dressing the bed with fresh linen and finding a collection of blankets, then we made our way to the bathroom where she kindly leant me a toothbrush and we brushed our teeth and washed our faces.
We bid our goodnights before turning into our separate rooms, just before we parted though I pressed the gun into her hands and, despite her protestations, wouldn't take no for an answer; I had my crowbar and I'd feel more comfortable knowing she had a weapon close by, not to mention she'd probably feel more comfortable too if she had second doubts during the night.
I closed and door to the bedroom and stripped off my shorts, I was still shirtless and had been all day, but surprisingly hadn't been too self-conscious about it until now. I slipped into the bed in only my boxers and within five minutes of resting my weary body upon the soft pillow top mattress was out like a light.
***
It was still dark when I awoke and judging by the light shining in through the window from the moon still quite late... or very early. It took a couple of seconds to realize what had awoken me but then came a second soft knock on the door.
"Yes?" I whispered.
"Charles, can I come in?" I heard Zoey's soft voice through the door. I wriggled deeper down into the bed, pulling the blankets up to me chin, feeling self-conscious again.
"Sure," I answered back and heard the door softly creek open. I couldn't help but let out a giggle with the sight that greeted me. Zoey was dressed head to toe in pink floral pajama's, she looked like a marshmallow.
"Hey," I greeted her and she padded over to sit on the bed, "What's up?"
"Nothing just... no nothing, sorry to disturb you," she made as if to get up but I snagged out an arm from under the blankets and grabbed her.
"Come on, you didn't wake me up in the middle of the night just to say sorry for waking me up," my eyes twinkled but I wasn't sure if she could see them in the dark.
"Well," she paused, gathering courage before letting the next words tumbled out, "woulditbeokayifistayedinheretonight?" It took me a second to dissect what she had said: would it be okay if I stayed in here tonight.
"Umm, well sur-"
"Just I'm... a little..."
"Scared?" I finished when it seemed she wasn't likely to.
"Yes," she said, her cheeks burning with color.
"Don't be ashamed, everybody gets scared. Sure jump in."
Zoey slipped between the covers and lay down facing me.
"How do you do it?" She asked, gazing deep into my eyes.
"Do what?"
"Stay so... I don't know. Brave, cavalier, stoic?"
"Cavalier? Stoic?" I had to laugh at this, "where are you from? Middle Earth?"
"Be serious," she chided me.
"Okay okay," I eased out of the chuckle I was thoroughly enjoying and turned a bit more serious, "I haven't had the easiest life. I mean I'm not saying that I have anything on the kids in Africa or anything like that... but well, at home it was always kinda tense. I mean I know Dad and Mum loved each other, and me too, but there was always tension. Either Dad was working too late or Mum was spending too much money or I wasn't trying hard enough in school, or something. There was always something. It didn't help that when we moved we all but left our family behind, we had to find knew friends and start a life again.
"I suppose that might bring some families closer together than ever, and I suppose it did with us in the end, but for a while there it seemed the only way to stop the tears was to laugh. Eventually it became a bit of a joke with us, two or even all three of us could be in a heated row about this or that and all it would take is for one person to say 'Knock Knock' and we'd suddenly back off, calm down and try to see the funny side."
"Wow," Zoey whispered, "Some family. It sounds so exotic living oversees but I guess you never really realize what you give up. I mean I've lived in this town for nearly my entire life. I know practically everybody by name, I see all my cousins and aunts and uncles several times a year, and although Mum and Dad could really get on my nerves there was always somebody to turn to when that happened.
"I ran away from home once you know?" Zoey laughed at the memory, "I was eight and upset at my parents for some reason, I can't even remember what it was, and that night after dinner I went upstairs and packed my bag and ran off to my neighbor's house. I knocked on Mrs. Mitchell's door and she welcomed me with a hug and big cup of sweat milky tea. After consoling me for ten minutes she made up the couch and put me to bed. The next day I'd gotten over my anger and was really sad that my parents hadn't come looking for me. All I could think was 'Why aren't there here! Don't they love me?' Eventually I stormed back home to find them sitting on the couch watching TV. I burst into tears and ran up to my bedroom.
"I had no idea that Mrs. Mitchell called them the second after I got there and asked them if it'd be alright if I stayed over that evening. I remember mum hugging me and telling me that the reason I was so upset was because of how much we all loved each other. God they used to love to tell that story to embarrass me!"
"I can imagine why! You must have been the center of attention at all the family Christmas parties!"
"Oh shut it you," Zoey slapped my exposed arms softly.
"No but honestly, it's true. No matter what happens your family is always there for each other."
"Was" Zoey chimed in I felt the mood deflate quicker than a balloon with a hole poked in it.
"Yes was," I paused gathering my thoughts, "No is. Just because they're gone doesn't mean they can't make you laugh. And who knows maybe one day we'll each have a new family. Life goes on,"
"Like the song," Zoey whispered.
"Like the song."
I'm not sure who started it, I'm honestly not. All I do know is that one second we were lying opposite each other, her hand still on my arm from where she slapped me, smiling softly at each other; and the next second our lips were pressed together and we were kissing deeply.
I will remember that kiss until the day I die. It started slowly enough, just two sets of lips meeting, pressing together for long minutes. Then our mouths slowly started to open, she tasted of cream and berries. We shifted closer together in the bed, our bodies pressed together, the heat flowing freely from one to the other. Our tongues were introduced next, slowly probing the other party, tickling, wrestling and caressing the other's tongue and mouth.
We broke apart after a few minutes, coming up for air, still holding each other.
"Wow," Zoey whispered.
"Wow," I replied.
"That was..."
"Yeah," we lay speechless for the longest time, just holding the other and delighting in the human contact. A yawn eventually slipped into the void between us and the moment was lost.
"Oh sorry, I forgot I woke you up in the middle of the night.
"Don't be, I wouldn't have skipped it for the world," I saw her smile at this and felt my heart skip a beat. How had I come to care about this person so much so quickly? Was it just because she was another human being in a world seemingly devoid of them? Or did we truly have a connection? Whichever, it was a riddle to decipher another time.
"Me neither, well goodnight," she moved in briefly and pressed another soft kiss on my lips before rolling over onto her other side, her back towards me.
"Good night Zoey," I whispered her name and felt a rush flow through my body.
"Goodnight Charles," she responded, wriggling back into me, allowing me to spoon her as we both drifted off to unconsciousness.
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A pair of grey eyes opened and a toned body rolled off the mattress on the floor and immediately started the daily hundred pushups. When the man finished, he flipped onto his back and began a hundred sit ups, followed by two hundred squats and forty seven chin ups with the aid of the door frame.
The man with grey eyes gazed over himself in the mirror, sweat flowing off him in a veritable river. He rather fancied himself to be a heroic crusader, a man hell bent on ridding this earth from the scourge which plagued it, fated to travel alone till the end of his days, the silent protector of humanity.
The stranger strapped on his vest and belt and left the near closet sized room he had spent the night in, a smile on his face. Yes today would be a good day.
***
The next two days were fairly mundane and boring compared to the first day Zoey and I spent together. Zoey spent a large majority of the time going through her personals and deciding what to pack, burying valuables in the back garden, packing and repacking several suitcases, replanting household plants and a hundred other things that you do to put a house in order.
I, on the other hand, spent two days going through Zoey's neighbors' houses trying to find little odds or ends that could potentially be useful in the upcoming voyage. I managed to scrounge quite a few valuable things from the small neighborhood, the most useful of which would probably be the small trailer sitting in an abandoned garage. The trailer effectively meant that we could increase our carrying capacity two fold, vital since the veritable small-tank was chock-a-block full. I also managed to find a large foot pump, a couple of jerry cans, several long lengths of rubber tubing, a plethora of medical supplies to top up my existing stash, zip cords, a few technical manuals, steal ball bearings, a hand saw, a small camp stove and a pair of walkie-talkies.
Late on the second day, just as Zoey was zipping up the last of her suitcases, I strode triumphantly through the front door holding my latest project above my head victoriously.
"Edison invented the light bulb. Bell invented the telephone. Babbage invented the computer. Euclid invented Geometry. But I, I invented this!" I proclaimed, heaving my prize up high and beaming with pride.
"Well actually Meucci invented the telephone; Davy invented the first light bulb, Edison only improved upon it; it can be argued that since Babbage's computer was mechanical not electronic that it doesn't really count; geometry was used as far back as the 2nd millennium BC; and you seem to be claiming to have invented the foot pump,"
"Spoil sport,"
"Uneducated buffoon,"
"Know it all,"
"Is it my fault if I happen to be literate? Now do you mind telling my why you're so proud over a common foot pump so I can go back to packing?"
"You my dear," I addressed her as pompously as possible, "do take all the fun out of life. If you follow me to the back garden, I will endeavor to demonstrate why this foot pump is anything but common!" and with that I strode haughtily into the back yard to show exactly why I was a genius! During the half minute it took for Zoey to follow me, I had already set up my experiment.
"Okay, so what miracle am I supposed to be witnessing" Zoey asked dubiously, examining the set up. The foot pump had two hoses running from it, instead of the usual one; one of the hoses, the one which had not originally come with the device, was lying in the bucket of water we used for washing up, whilst the second hose was dangling freely into an empty bucket.
"To the uneducated eye," I began, feeling like a cross between a magician and Q, "this may appear to be an average foot pump,"
"No it appears to be a foot pump which has been modified to-"
"Would you just... okay? I mean... come on!"
"Fine fine," she relented, "please continue your presentation,"
"As I was saying, to the untrained eye this may look just like a normal foot pump. But if you examine it closely you will notice that several additions have been made, namely this hose here," I tapped the hose that was trailing in the bucket of water.
"Will you get on with it?" I shot her a withering look but did none the less speed up the presentation.
"If madam would please watch the second hose?" I requested, indicating the empty bucket as I began to pump up and down the handle, my feet on the stabilizing plinth at the bottom of the pump. I watched the empty bucket expectantly and saw... nothing.
"Ooh impressive," okay yes I deserved that, but did she have to rub it in?
"Damn, I really thought this would work," I continued to pump the handle a few times just in case. Suddenly the pressure skyrocketed and I had to use all my strength to depress the plunger. As I slowly forced the handle down, a trickle or water shot from the second hose, spitting audibly into the empty tin bucket.
"Not bad," Zoey appraised, nodding her head appreciatively, "let me guess, a ball bearing and a... cut up funnel serve as a valve to stop backflow?"
"Empty shotgun cartridge actually."
"Nice, but why did you spend the better part of two days working on this little project? Not that it isn't good to keep busy but..."
"Well I was tired of cutting fuel lines to syphon gasoline, not to mention if we happen to cross a petrol station this way we can use what's left in the tanks."
"Not bad thinking I suppose, but if you've finished playing around you can give me a hand loading up the trailer"
"Yeah okay," I responded dejectedly, expecting a bit more praise for what I thought was a pretty decent feat of engineering. I purged the chamber of the pump of all remaining water and brought the pump back inside and deposited it with the small pile of stuff to be loaded into the car and trailer combination.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon packing and organizing the car; somehow despite the royal we Zoey employed she seemed to disappear for all the heavy lifting, emerging only occasionally to instruct and supervise.
We spent that night sharing the same bed, just as we had the previous two. I was surprised that she didn't want to spend her last night in her house in her own bed but she said she felt more comfortable with me. We hadn't kissed or even touched romantically since the first night and I was beginning to wonder if I hadn't just dreamt it up.
As we lay in the large bed, Zoey's back to me letting me spoon her, I decided to say something.
"Hey Zoey?" I asked, stroking her arm slightly as I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah?" She replied somewhat sleepily.
I almost lost my courage, I almost ended with a lame 'nothing ,goodnight,' but somehow I managed to gather the nerve to go on and ask my question.
"You know the other night how we... well... kissed?" My heart quickened in anxiety and the butterflies in my stomach started to flap their wings again.
"Yeah?"
"Well... did that... what I mean is... was it just a onetime thing? Consequence of stress or something?" The pause that followed my question felt like the longest I had ever experienced. Eventually Zoey disentangled herself from my arms and rolled over to me face me.
"Charles," she said softly and my mind fervently started to imagine all the things she could say to reject me, "it's not that I don't want to do those things again, it's just that... Well I'm confused. Here we are in the biggest things of our lives, or anybody's lives, and well... I don't want to be the girl that just jumps into bed with the first guy she sees."
"Oh," I responded, somewhat dejectedly.
"Oh?"
"No it's nothing, just... I didn't realize that I'm only the first guy you've seen," this was hard for me, I don't usually share my feelings; in fact several girlfriends have broken up with me because of my reluctance to talk.
"Oh Charles, I didn't mean to give you that impression!" I watched as a tear rolled down her face. 'Oh great, I've made her cry. I really am a horse's ass, I should just go and throw myself of a cliff!'
"Zoey, don't cry. I didn't mean it like that. God I'm sorry for bringing this up, of course it's hard, just ignore me. You just have to say to yourself: oh that's just Charlie, he's an idiot!" I was scared to touch her incase my attempt at consolation was read as something else; but apparently Zoey had no qualms. As a second tear rolled down her cheek to mingle with the first at the base of her neck she wriggled closer to me and buried her face in my chest.
"It's not just... you it's... everything," she managed to get out between sobs. I encased my arms around her and stroked her back softly as she let it all out. We lay like that for five minutes before the tears were all gone. I wasn't sure what to say during that time so I kept silent and just shushing noises as I attempted to comfort her.
"Sorry," She responded weakly as she extracted herself from my sodden shirt.
"No I'm sorry," I responded, lifting a finger to tilt her head up so she could see into my eyes, "I shouldn't have said anything, I didn't mean to press a decision on you or anything, it's just... well I kinda like you and I was just wondering if you felt-"
My words were cut off by her lips pressing against mine in a very wet, very passionate kiss. My mind was saying 'I'm not sure if this is a good idea' even as my lips were frantically kissing her back, our bodies pushing into one another as our tongues intertwined.
One of my hands roamed her back: stroking, massaging, caressing and tickling where needed; whilst my second hand cupped her face. Zoey, in turn, let her hands run wild across my body, touching everything from the stubble upon my chin and cheeks to run along the white scar that ran a good three inches down my left bicep, from my broad shoulders to my tight stomach. Her hand dipped below the waistline of my track pants and even the merest brush of my groin sent spams of pleasure shooting through my body, causing me to moan in her mouth.
Zoey, apparently taking initiative from my outburst, brought her hand back to my groin to trace softly along the outline my erection made in the soft fabric. Deciding that if she was touching me intimately she probably wouldn't mind me touching her similarly, I slipped the hand on her back down lower and lower until it dipped below her flannelette pajamas and came to rest upon her tight, pert butt.
I squeezed and massaged the fleshy orbs through the soft cotton material of her underwear, please to find Zoey herself moan at this change in developments. It was only when Zoey's second hand moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up, did we relinquish our kiss and did I withdraw my hand from her pajamas. We stripped off my shirt and flung it unceremoniously off the bed to lie crumpled in a pile at the floor.
When our lips had once again become entangled I started slowly upon the buttons of her pink pajama top, struggling to open up the heavy material. When eventually I did manage to fling open the shirt I was surprise and delighted to touch warm flesh, riddled with goosebumps, as opposed to the soft fabric of an undershirt.
As our bodies pressed together once more, I felt a thousand electric shocks of pleasure as our skin touched for the first time. I could easily feel her soft breasts press into my own chest and I let out another moan, my erection jumping and pressing hard against her own groin.
As we explored and became accustomed to the other's body, I broke off our kiss to delve into the porcelain skin I found along her décolletage. I delighted in kissing, sucking and even biting the alabaster skin and was encouraged to feel her moan into my shoulder.
As we made out, our hips began to grid against one another and before too long we were each pushing down the other's trousers, trackies in my case and pajamas in hers. As soon as our feet were disentangled from the restrictive clothing our hips went back to dancing together. Before too long, my erection, sticking out prominently in the soft fabric, was nestled between her hot milky thighs, pressing up against a decisively wet crotch.
"Oh," Zoey moaned as we began to dry hump. I rolled her onto her back and took the dominant position, kissing down her neck until I reached the top of her chest. Slowly I began to kiss and lick her right breast, nibbling her long pink nipple softly as I did. This only served to increase her moans and soon her long nails were raking down my back.
"Where are you going?" Zoey moaned as I shifted my body down, forcing my member to withdraw from where it was ensconced. I didn't respond but instead massaged her breast with my left hand as I trailed kisses down her tight stomach, pausing to tongue her belly button for a few seconds, before continuing south until I reached the elastic of her underwear. Gripping the material in my teeth, I rolled the constricting fabric down her waist. As I removed her underwear, I was greeted with my first sight of her most intimate parts, a sight that did not disappoint.
Zoey kicked off her underwear when they were far enough down her legs and I began to slowly kiss and lick up her thigh until I reached the apex of her legs. It was at this point that i was greeted with my first real smell of her; the heady musky scent of her sex did nothing to diminish my erection. I tentatively moved my tongue from her thigh to just outside her slit, licking up and down the sides of her nether lips. I delighted in their response to my ministrations and soon dared to slip my tongue between her folds.
"Wow," Zoey's cry was soft but enthusiastic, making me grin as I began to eat her out. I let my tongue run from her soaked opening to her clit in long slow licks, enjoying the way she began to writhe beneath me. In short time, she was pressing her hips hard into my mouth and her hands had found resting places upon my ears, encouraging me to devout more of my energies to her little button of joy.
Not one to refuse a ladies request, I lapped earnestly at the little nub, enjoying the muffled moans that were being issued nonstop from her throat. I slipped my right hand, from where it had been caressing her thigh, to her tight opening and pressed my index finger up against it. Slowly I inched the digit inside, until two kuckles were buried deep within her.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," Zoey cried out as I began to massage her from the inside as my tongue continued to feast upon her clit. Her wild thrashing increased until she was actually bucking her hips beneath me, practically smashing my face into her sex.
Her orgasm, when it came, took me completely by surprise: all of a sudden she just ceased all motion, her body as stiff as a board and hips still raised high off the bed. Zoey's thighs clamped around my ears and I intensified my actions; licking without abandon and fingering her hard.
"Ahhh," she veritably screamed as the orgasm broke and subsided, her body slumping back to the bed limp and utterly spent. I took one last suck of her clit, savoring her tangy sweet taste, and withdrew my finger; crawling up the bed to lie next to her, one hand slowly stroking her stomach.
"Thank you," she managed to get out between pants, "Oh thank you,"
***
The many with grey eyes stumbled back into his little hidey hole, covered in blood, sweat and the intestines of his enemies. Despite his grimy condition, he smiled: it had been a good day. He had dispatched just over a score of the Walkers and not sustained even a scratch! Most importantly of all though, he had done a fairly thorough sweep of the town and was confident in declaring it safe and sound: no more stubborn undead here to plague the living, not that there were any living of course.
The man with grey eyes pulled a map from a large stuffed backpack that was propped up neatly in the corner and spread it open across the floor. Next, the stranger withdrew a sharpie from his pocket and put a large X through the place he was.
"That makes two, only a couple thousand to go," despite the ominous and daunting words, the man with grey eyes felt anything but discouragement, this is what he had been born to do! With the aid of his handy dandy compass, he plotted a course north, the interstate highway taking him neatly to a fairly remote township.
"Easthaven, here I come," the man whispered to the room at large, a twinkle of excitement lighting up his grey eyes.
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<em>Author's Note: Thanks for getting to the end of another chapter! Hope you liked it, I'm sorry things have been moving so slowly up until now but I think both the plot and our protagonists sex lives will heat up in the next coming chapters! As always comments are very much appreciated! (Incidentally I tried to ensure there were a great deal fewer spelling mistakes this time around!)</em>
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"Listen up, you country bumpkin, we are going to confiscate your weapons and secure the area, we've got our orders, now, do as you're told or else," Sergeant Cameron Steller said brusquely to the six-foot-tall, plump, short-haired African-American woman who stood before him. The gal looked like she had someday to say, and there was nothing the Sarge would enjoy more than to send her to a holding cell...
The last remnants of the U.S. Army in the Midwest, some five thousand soldiers strong, were doing their very best to stem the tide of people fleeing major urban areas like Dallas, Austin and Houston. There was an untold number of infected people among the refugees, and there was no way Sergeant Steller and his men would allow them to venture to the few un-infected areas left within the Lone Star State.
"Country doesn't automatically mean dumb, smartass," Rose Ellery said angrily as she struck the square-jawed military white dude, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. The fiery redhead had time to smirk victoriously at her fallen foe before the other soldiers grabbed her and threw her on the ground. As the soldiers began to kick the hell out of her, Rose thought of her beloved, right before she faded into oblivion...
Everyone remembers exactly where they were when news broke out that the dead began to rise, craving the flesh of the living. Rose Ellery was working at Kowalski's Diner in the City of Amarillo, Texas, when CNN broke the news on the tube. The reporter, a dapper little gentleman with silver hair and glasses seemed filled with dread as he delivered the news. It was one of CNN's last broadcasts, as it would turn out...
The world seemed so much simpler back then. This was before the zombie plague, before Trump and his cronies in Washington D.C. declared martial law, and before chaos engulfed the United States of America...and the rest of the world. Who could have imagined that ordinary Americans fleeing the zombie-infested major cities would find themselves facing an even more formidable enemy, the remnants of the U.S. government?
"Ladies and gentlemen, there's no other way to say it, so I'm just going to say it, the dead are coming back to life, this is not a joke," the reporter said, and that's when Rose almost dropped the tray that she was carrying over to former sheriff Justin Denton's table. The stocky, balding African-American former cop didn't seem to notice, for his eyes were glued to the TV.
"Well I'll be damned," Denton said, and then he crossed himself. Rose set the tray in front of him and the old man didn't even seem to notice. Rose looked at the TV, where scenes of carnage unfolded. Five guys were walking toward a cop, somewhere in Washington D.C. and as he fired shot after shot into them, they didn't even seem to notice. They kept advancing towards him, their faces blank, their mouths agape, their arms outstretched.
"Oh shit," Rose gasped, watching as the zombies mauled the officer down, ignoring the other officers who arrived on the scene and began firing on them at once. The zombies didn't even seem to notice they were being fired upon, yet one thing became clear. Head shots brought them down for good. Rose noticed when a bullet caught a large female zombie square in the forehead while she was chewing on the unfortunate cop's arm, and the ghastly monster fell over and did not get up again.
"Rosie, you're needed in the kitchen," came a voice, and Rose turned around to look at her not-quite-boyfriend, Harun Aden. The tall, brown-skinned, curly-haired young man looked at her impatiently, and Rose rolled her eyes. Harun was neurotic as hell and sometimes got on her nerves with his anal retentive attention to detail. Going out with him had to have been one of Rose's biggest mistakes..
"Cool your jets, Harun, look at the news," Rose retorted sharply, and Harun looked at the TV, and for a long moment, he fell silent. The footage Rose was beholding reminded her of numerous zombie-themed movies and television shows she'd seen. Hell, she attended Comic Con last year and saw some of the cast of The Walking Dead. What she seeing right then and there, on live TV, was simply unreal...
"I can't believe this shit," Harun said, shaking his head. The store's owner, Stanfield Kowalski came out, and the portly Polish-American chef stood there, hands on his hips, wondering what his waitress and kitchen aide were doing standing around, gawking at the television instead of making themselves useful.
"Stop watching zombie movies, you brats, and get back to work," Kowalski shouted, and he went back into the kitchen without bothering to wait for their reply. Harun and Rose exchanged a look. Without a word, Harun gently pulled rose into his arms, and she surprised herself by actually leaning against his slender yet wiry frame. The six-foot-four, slender Somali-American was deceptively frail-looking, but he had a resilience Rose admired...when he wasn't getting on her nerves.
"I still can't believe this, Rosie, there must be some mistake," Harun said, sighing deeply, and Rose looked at him. Harun's handsome face was filled with disbelief. She was disturbed to see fear in his soulful dark eyes. Rose knew that the University of Houston culinary arts student probably had a ton of ideas and theories about the zombie plague, but she was in no mood to hear any of them.
"That's it, we're dead meat, if this is for real," Rose heard herself say, and Harun said nothing and held her tight. They were still holding onto each other when a stranger stumbled into the diner, and with one look, Rose and Harun could tell there was something wrong with the dude. Tall and lanky, with a red shirt and blue jeans, the bearded, grizzled man walked in, staring vacantly at the diner patrons.
"Welcome to Kowalski's diner," Rose said automatically, and the man stared at her, wavering a bit on his feet as though drunk. A guttural sound, half roar and half moan, escaped his lips, and the stranger shuffled toward her. Harun stood protectively in front of Rose, and the stranger bared his teeth and outstretched his arms, going for him. The young man bravely stared down the creep, bracing himself for what was to come...
"Get away from him, son, he's one of them," Denton shouted, even as the zombie launched itself at Harun. The young man dodged his oncoming assailant and the creature fell on the tiled floor. As it struggled back on its feet, ex-sheriff Denton shot it in the head. The zombie keeled over, fell and lay still. Rose tentatively took a step forward and nudged the dead thing with her foot. It did not move...
"A real frigging zombie," Harun said, and Rose looked at her ex-boyfriend, then at Mr. Denton. Before she could reply to him, Mr. Kowalski came out of the kitchen, no doubt alarmed by the sound of gunshots going off in his diner. The restaurateur's eyes went wide when he saw the corpse on the floor, and former sheriff Denton still clutching his pistol.
"What in hell happened here?" Mr. Kowalski asked, and before Harun, Rose and Mr. Denton could attempt any explanation, the sound of moans coming from outside caused them all to freeze. Rose hastily closed the front door, for there were several people outside, except some instinct told her they weren't people. They all walked funny, with vacant eyes and arms outstretched...
"There's zombies outside, we can't let them in otherwise they'll eat us," Rose said as she slammed the doors shut, and gestured for Harun to help her. The young man proceeded to pull the antique blinds over the door and windows, while Mr. Kowalski stood there, aghast. The old Polish-American restaurateur scratched his head, wondering if the whole world had gone mad...
"We've got a situation here, Stan, please stay calm," Mr. Denton advised, and Mr. Kowalski looked at him as though he had two heads. He kept looking at the corpse on the floor, and at his two workers, Harun and Rose, both of whom he'd known for years. They were pulling the shades over every window, and from what he heard, there was quite a commotion going on outside.
"You've all lost your minds, I'm calling the police and getting the fuck out of here," Mr. Kowalski said, and he pulled out his cell phone and headed for the kitchen. Harun and Rose exchanged a look, then Mr. Denton nodded and took off after Kowalski. The young couple took off after the ex-sheriff, and that's when they heard a blood-curdling scream that froze them in their tracks...
"They're coming in, that damn fool opened the back door, get out of here," Mr. Denton shouted, and they heard the sound of gunshots, followed by the zombies moans. Harun and Rose watched as the zombies began pouring into the restaurant from the back door, having eaten their way past Mr. Kowalski and Mr. Denton. As the nightmarish ghouls surrounded them, Harun and Rose held each other, wondering how in hell they were going to get out of this predicament...
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My name is George W. Bush. I'm the Forty-Third President of the United States of America. The first openly bigoted dimwit to become Leader of the Free World. I'm also a zombie. In fact, most of the country and the world has been transformed into zombie. What is zombification? Simply put, the process through which a person becomes a zombie. In 2008, the Zombie Plague came. And slowly but surely, it turned seventy eight percent of the world's human population into zombies. Unlike the slow-moving and slower-witted zombies shown in the movies, real zombies like myself are quick-moving and quick-thinking. We walk and talk, think and reason. We operate machinery, and do all the things living humans can do. And unlike living humans, we're nearly indestructible.
The Zombie Plague didn't originate from a government experiment. I really wish we could take credit for it since it's so damn ingenious and vicious, but it wasn't us. Nor was it some meteor from space which crashed and reanimated the recently dead. Nah, nothing like that. Where did the Zombie Plague come from? Simply from the human genome itself. It's been right here in our collective DNA all along. Life floats around inside of all living things. Animals. Plants. People. Why shouldn't death float around in our DNA? After all, death is around us constantly. One day, the genetic sequence which could turn a living human being into a zombie was activated. No one knows why. But it got activated inside a specific segment of the human population.
Which segment of the population? Sociopaths. What are sociopaths? Men and women born with no conscience whatsoever. There are a lot of them out there. I'm one of them. As are Ronald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney. So are a lot of people you know like Hollywood starlets Shannon Doherty and Lindsay Lohan. People like Hillary Clinton, Bill O'Reilly, Paris Hilton, Katie Couric and Soledad O'Brien. So are a lot of men and women spending time in federal prison. We're everywhere. We're your mailman, your schoolteacher, your firefighter and your nurse. We're your husband or wife, son or daughter. We are pretty much everywhere. Every race and ethnicity. Every sexual orientation. Every walk of life. You name it, we are it. One out of twenty five ordinary human beings is a sociopath. The sociopaths like myself are the ultimate human predators. Once the Zombie gene was activated, we became super predators. And we began spreading the virus to ordinary human beings as well.
Standing next to me is General David Petraeus, of the U.S. Central Command. He has been transformed into a zombie and is now my right-hand undead man, leading a group of undead soldiers and undead police officers as we work to secure North America as the Haven of the Undead. Our way of spreading the gospel, you see. I have a vision, folks. A world beyond death, where all human beings are beyond the common dangers of life, for they've become undead. And I need your help to make it true. My fellow undead Americans, we can make it happen.
I encourage you to go out there, find your friends, co-workers and family members who are still alive. And instead of feeding on them, please turn them into zombies instead. Why zombification? Simply because it's the way to go. It's the next step in human evolution. Think about it. Death is what every species has feared since the beginning of life itself. The ultimate goal of evolution must be to eradicate life's ultimate enemy, death itself, by becoming undead. That's the gospel, folks. In the world that I envision, we're not going to be divided by such artificial lines such as who's gay and who's straight, who's male and who's female, who's black and who's white. Instead we're going to stand united as the zombies of the world. The undead citizens of the planet Earth.
We're having a dandy old time in the good old US of A. After all, bloodlust is part of the genetic makeup of every man and woman in America. I had so much fun destroying the lives of people across the globe when I was human. I've had even more fun since I became a zombie. The first thing I did was hunt down some family members. I never really liked dear old Laura. She was a nice lady in public but a brazen witch in private. A divorce would have been scandalous and costly. And I certainly didn't want to spend eternity with her. So I didn't turn her into a zombie. She simply became lunch. And you know what? She was quite tasty! Man, I should have done this a long time ago!
The first person I turned into a zombie was Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice. Now, she's my kind of woman. If we had met when I was younger in Texas, we probably would have hit it off. She's smart, ambitious, and every bit as vicious as I am. Unfortunately, there's the racial thing. My family is made up of rednecks from Texas. We're old money. They wouldn't have been keen on me marrying a black woman. I'm not prejudiced but my family is. I couldn't have married Condi but I definitely would have kept her as my sweet thing on the side. My sultry mistress. We had some good times together in the Oval Office. So I turned her into a zombie because I liked her company. If you think Condi was bad as a human, wait till you meet the zombie version of her. She's bad to the bone, folks!
Together, we mapped out the plan for the future of the United States of America, and of all humanity. All of us were incredibly hungry and the urge to feed on humans was irresistible. Myself I ate some cheerleader from the University of Washington earlier this morning. I was giving a speech at the university, trying to reassure people that the zombie threat was being contained. At that point, most Americans hadn't yet realized that the President of the United States was a zombie. Oh, well. I guess I blew it again. I blew my cover. The cheerleader was so sweet and ripe. I simply couldn't help myself. So I devoured her, right in front of the TV cameras. CNN's Soledad O'Brien was covering the story and watched in fascination as I fed on the cheerleader. When I got done, I bit her. Took a big chunk out of her arm before she ran away screaming. Hey, I had Irish for dinner and decided to have Spanish for dessert. Nothing wrong with that!
The entire country was upset after watching the most powerful man in the world eat a cheerleader and take a bite out of a reporter. I couldn't care less. I still had the access codes to America's nuclear arsenal. If the human population thought they could rebel against me, they were sadly mistaken. I demonstrated my ruthlessness by vaporizing the state of Arizona. I hate that place. McCain hails from there. He's one sociopath I don't want running around. Alive or undead, he was trouble. Best for him to be evaporated. I declared Condi to be my new First Lady. She's got such a sweet ass, my favorite undead black woman. Since I knew my parents wouldn't approve, I sent my newly transformed into a zombie Secret Service men to take them out. I told my men to kill them, not to render them undead. I spent my entire life under their thumb. They weren't going to dictate how I lived as an undead man too.
Free at last, I began to conquer the world. First, I ordered that the leaders of the United States Army, Navy and Air Force be turned into zombies by the zombie infiltrators who secretly worked under them. That's how I acquired the services of the newly undead General David Petraeus. Now, we're taking out the humans. Half of them will be our food, the other half will become converts. Foot soldiers in the undead army we're building. There have been zombie outbreaks all over the world. In America, we're fighting an organized war against humanity instead of skirmishes and random attacks. That's how we'll win. I always knew I was destined to do great things. I guess I'll be the man who ends the world and brings about a new golden age. The golden age of the undead.
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You don't remember...much. You rise slowly, stiffly from the floor and stagger forward. Actually, you don't stagger so much as you shuffle. You walk through what used to be your stronghold. All around you are the bullet-riddled bodies of beings that are disturbingly similar to yourself. You did that. You killed them all. In fact, your hand is still holding a gun. It feels hot. You look at it. In another lifetime, it was a weapon, a tool for self-defense. Now it is alien to you. You drop it on the bloody floor.
You venture outside, through the hole that was breached by the Horde. The building front door got ripped off its hinges. This is what the Horde does. It's time to join the Horde. A Horde that you destroyed...in another lifetime. You stumble down the steps through the building that was once your last redoubt. In another life, you lived here with your wife and son. They're gone now. Once upon a time, the thought of them was painful. Now, it means nothing. Absolutely nothing. Onward you march, driven by hunger.
You make it downstairs, through several flights of stairs. Your bloody hands push against the front door. It gives way, not because you are strong but because the Horde damaged it on its way in. Finally, you are outside. You see other beings like yourself. A tall blonde girl with half her face missing. A chubby Asian man dragging himself across the pavement. Like you, they are dead yet moving. What drives them? It's not the vaunted zombie virus. It's the hunger.
The streets are crowded with others like yourself. You walk past beings that used to be friends and neighbors. You are still wearing the Walmart uniform you had on when all hell broke loose a few days ago. Your nametag says Steve but that name means nothing to you. Names are for people. You're not a person. You're not even an animal. You are a thing. You never made it home. You hid in this building that used to be full of people. Someone got infected. That was all it took...
"Steve, all hell is breaking loose," said your manager Carole. You showed up at Walmart that day and found all your co-workers huddled around the TV in the breakroom. Men, women, black, white and brown, everyone was glued to the TV. The news anchor spoke about people exhibiting violent behavior in downtown Washington D.C. and the Capital police being backed up by the National Guard. The President commented on the sad state of the affairs in urban America. Same shit, different day.
"Dammit, even in the Caribbean, people didn't maul people," you replied, causing your co-workers to chuckle. You keep walking. Where are you going? No place in particular. A group of the others swarm over a truck. They drag a man and a woman outside. The couple is devoured within minutes. You don't bother to go over there. There won't be anything for you to eat when you get there. The Horde gathers to lay siege to the Meat but they don't like to share.
"Careful out there when you finish your shift tonight, Steve, wouldn't want my favorite Jamaican brother to get eaten by cannibals," Carole said, laughing. You laughed along with her. All you wanted to do was get through the day. You and your wife Mandy have been having issues. Your son Aaron has been acting out in school. You took the job at Walmart after losing your job with the government because you had to make ends meet. You already had a lot on your plate...
"Plate," the word slides out of your mouth. The others turn to gawk at you. Whatever you are now, speech isn't part of your repertoire. Communication among zombies occurs in the form of moans and grunts. The others surround you and sniff you. You are not human. You are not an animal. They don't bother with animals since humans are the only meat they crave. They stare at you through confused eyes. You are dead, like them. You are hungry, like them. You are somehow different from them. How could that be?
You continue to shuffle along. In the skies above, airplanes and helicopters race out of Washington D.C. The President of the United States is being evacuated to a secure location. Soon, the U.S. Air Force will bombard Washington D.C. They will sacrifice the Capital to preserve the rest of the country. You don't know any of this and you don't care. You are hungry. As you walk around, you see cats and dogs on the streets. You ignore them just like you ignore the trees. The only meat you want is human meat. Nothing else matters.
Without realizing it, you walk through suburbs and highways, through overpasses and fences. It is cold. It is snowing. You do not care. You don't feel the cold. You only feel the hunger. You wander through what used to be familiar territory. All zombies do this. Upon being turned, they are drawn to places that were once important to them. Without even thinking about it, you are finding your way home. There is truly no place like home.
You walk along Riggs Road, and spot the Walmart. Tons of zombies walk about, haunting the place. One of them is your former manager Carole. You look at her. There is no recognition in Carole's eyes when she looks at you. She is still wearing her uniform and name tag. You walk past her and go back outside. Time to go home. There is no place like home. Not long after, you find yourself in your neighborhood. Willard Street. Home sweet home.
Your front door is open, and there are bloody handprints on it. The Horde has been there. A mangled corpse lies on the floor. You recognize Sam, the overly friendly male neighbor that your wife Mandy told you not to worry about. Sam's brain is partially eaten, which is why he is dead for good and not a zombie. You continue walking. This is your home. There are pictures of your former self on the wall, along with your wife Mandy and son Aaron. This was the domain of Steve, devoted husband and father. The home of a man, not the dwelling of a flesh-eating monster like you.
Out of the shadows they came. Mandy, your wife, and your son Aaron. You sniff the air. They are dead and yet up and about, like you. You look at them and see no recognition in their eyes. They are dead, and mobile, and hungry, and yet...they are not like you. You shrug and go back outside. Something comes toward you. It's Marquis, the family dog. The doggo hid even though zombies like yourself ignore animals and plants, preferring to hunt humans.
"Good boy," you say as you pat the dog's head, and Marquis the dog licks your hand. You walk through the streets with the dog in tow. The others stare at you. They sniff the air. They typically ignore animals. You are walking with your dog like a man would. You pat the dog's head as you walk together. You head out of Washington D.C. with Marquis the dog. As you cross into Delaware, several days later, D.C. is bombed. The other zombies are done for, but you remain.
The U.S. military has created a Quarantine Zone around Washington D.C. and special units will be deployed to wipe out those zombies that weren't killed by the blast. You don't care about any of that. You walk around with your dog Marquis. You feed him squirrels and rabbits that you catch. You are quick of foot now. You don't shuffle any longer. One night, you satiate your hunger by feasting on a woman who got lost in the snow. She saw you with the dog and mistook you for a man. Big mistake.
There are three of you now. You, the dog Marquis, and that formerly homeless woman, Sophie. Sophie is tall, pale-skinned and red-haired. You are a towering, dark-skinned man. Like you, Sophie is different from the other zombies. She walks instead of shuffling. She can utter a few words here and there instead of moaning and growling. You walk through the woods of Delaware, and share the zombie virus with every human you encounter. The dog Marquis is the perfect camouflage. People see the two of you with the dog and from a distance, they think you're people. Big mistake. A smarter, quicker type of Undead has replaced the slow-moving, dull-minded ones that got wiped out in Washington D.C. Let the world beware...
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<i>A/N: Zombie action doesn't break out right away. I like to drag things out when it comes to zombie stories... This is Chapter one. If you want to know what the entrance and a little ways into The Silos looks like, ask me and I'll share the link with you from a photographer who has been down there.</i>
Alec's Point Of View: I never thought that the zombie apocalypse would really happen. Come on! It was just so unlikely... But here we are, in fuckin' DEER TRAIL! Even better, we are about five miles north east of Deer Trail, so we're pretty far from actual civilization. We're at the Titan I Missile Silos. From what I had researched, it was complex 2B, so it was only one of about six on this side of the state. Thank god the damn place has been abandoned for years! Since we're so far from civilization, the zombies won't get us too fast. But eventually they will get out to this area. And when they do, there are at least FIVE people I can think of waiting to blow and slice their ways to safety; Myself, Riff, Danny and Shadow. We're supposed to be meeting our friend Terry here... I wonder if she got out of Denver okay...
<b>Chapter One: The Hunt For Terry</b>
"And we're here... Complex 2B. Also known as The Silos," Riff announced as he pulled the black, blood and limb covered hyundai to a stop. Next to him, in the passenger seat, Alec had a book light lit, staring at a map of the area they were about to enter. Sure, they each had been at least once, Alec and Riff more than their friends Danny and Shadow, but maps were still safe. Alec climbed out of the car last and moved to the back of the car, watching his friends pull out bags and weaponry. Riff pulled out two twin swords, handing one to Alec, who took it and put it on his back, adjusting the strap as best as he could without making it too tight. He pulled out his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder. Shadow and Danny pulled out their guns and just to be safe, their knives as well. Alec pulled out a holster with a knife safely tucked in it and quickly strapped it to his thigh. He raised it to his pant legs and tucked the bottoms of the legs in his boots. He grabbed the smallest knife and stuck it in the holster on the inside of his left boot. The male pulled four pairs of gloves from his pockets and handed three of them to his friends. He grabbed one of the four shoulder straps out and grabbed a mag light from the trunk, sliding it in the biggest holder.
Jet slung the sword over one shoulder and took out his messenger bag, throwing it over the other. He pulled a beanie on and took the gloves, pulling them on. He popped his neck and knuckles before grabbing one of the shoulder straps and another mag light, setting both up. Shadow and Danny repeated what their friends had done. Alec pulled out the walkie talkies and handed them to each of them, holding on to the extra one in case he ran into Terry. He handed them each headsets and a map of The Silos. He put his on the trunk and shined his mag light onto it.
"We're here," he said, pointing just outside their usual entrance, "There are about three different routes to get deep into The Silos. Danny and Shadow, you two take the one that goes forward. Riff, you take the one that goes to the left. As for me... I'm going right. Unless specified or you need to hear your surroundings, do NOT turn your walkie talkies off! I have them all set to channel four, so we should all be able to communicate through long distances. There twelve pairs of spare batteries in all of your bags. Mine has twenty-four, in case I am the one to run into Terry. If any of you do, keep her close and we'll meet up in the cafeteria area and I'll get her the walkie talkie and the batteries. If there are already people inside, ask them if they have seen her. Got it?"
"Yup!" They all said. Nerves were building up. Alec folded his map and put it in his pocket. He turned, "Let's go!" He exclaimed. They began to work their way down the muddy, weed-covered slope to the entrance they had all grown familiar with. They got down and climbed through the entrance, walking in.
"Keep in contact. Turn your walkie talkies on. Stay safe." Alec broke off into a balanced run and cut to the right, disappearing down the large tunnel. He pulled a hair tie from his wrist and tied dark indigo bangs into a topknot so they didn't get in his face. He hand his friends had escaped Denver to meet Terry in The Silos. It was their plan, even before the Zombie Apocalypse broke out. They had all decided that if one were to ever break out and they weren't with Terry that someone would drive all the way out there with the others to meet Terry there. Alec had his sword strapped to his back. He pressed his right hand against the wall for support as he slowly walked across the iron bars. He dared not step in the water. He had no idea what was in it, nor did he want to. If he needed though, he would trudge through it. He had the ear piece to the headset tucked safely in his ear, a walkie talkie latched to his belt. The only one who knew their way perfectly throughout the area was Terry. She could be anywhere at this point.
"*zzzcht* Alec? Do you read me?" Riff's voice echoed into the ear piece. Alec pressed a button on the walkie talkie.
"Yeah.. What's up?"
"There are other people here, a small group of three. They said they haven't seen Terry yet," Riff said calmly.
"Are you kidding me!?" Shadow's voice rung in Alec's ear piece, the female obviously annoyed.
"Nope. I've gained the same news, but from a single person..." Danny muttered softly
"But her car is outside. So we know she is somewhere in here... Shit! You guys, I'm turning off my walkie talkie for a bit, I heard someone..." Alec muttered.
"Rodger that..." Riff said. That was the last thing Alec heard buzzing in his ear. He turned his mag light off and continued to walk. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the pitch black. The slightest movement that was seen in the dark, he'd catch it. He pulled the cop light out again and held it tight, walking with slow steps along the bar as he watched the darkness for any sort of movement. He saw a light at the end of the tunnel and picked up his pace a bit, getting to the end before the light vanished. He stepped into the light and turned his own light on.
"Who the hell is that?!" He snapped. Alec was being blinded by the other persons light, so he couldn't tell.
"Alec? That you?" He recognized the voice. He turned his walkie talkie back on and pressed the receiver button.
"Guys. I found Terry."
Terry had mud smudged on her face. Alec approached her smirked.
"We split up to look for you. We're supposed to meet in the cafeteria after one of us found you," He opened his bag and pulled out the spare walkie talkie, head set and handed it to Terry, the batteries soon following suit. She latched the walkie talkie to her belt and took the batteries, shoving them in her bag.
"Head to the cafeteria. We'll be there soon," He said into the headset. Terry turned the walkie talkie on and plugged the headset in.
"Hey guys. Like he said, we'll be there soon. Don't get lost."
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The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In reality, Zombies tend to pop up in the corners of the world where nobody is looking for them. Like my homeland of Somalia. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. Mother Africa has endured all kinds of hell since the White Man started playing Invader and Conqueror. Africa survived the onslaught of racism and imperialism. And now, it faces the Zombie Apocalypse. Just another day in the land of the sun, ladies and gentlemen.
First things first, though. A little about me, the Hero of this story. I was born in the City of Toronto, in the Ontario region of Canada. That makes me a Canadian Citizen though I consider myself purely Somali. I was raised in the Islamic faith but these days, I mainly consider myself Agnostic. You see, I'm bisexual and Islam disagrees with that. I didn't choose to be this way. I swear. I find both women and men attractive. Growing up in the liberal City of Toronto, I embraced my true self and my parents, Ahmed and Fatima Youssef, disowned me for it. Whatever. I live my life my way. Besides, I was too liberal for the conservative Muslim community of Somalia anyway. I happen to believe that women shouldn't have to wear the damn burka or the hijab if they don't feel like it. Also, there's nothing wrong with drinking, partying and having a good time regardless of your gender, race or religion. Yeah, a lot of my views were at odds with the Islamic community so they made me an outcast. Whatever.
After getting thrown out of my folks house in Ajax, I moved to York. I had an academic scholarship to York University so I got busy studying Criminology. Before the Zombie Apocalypse, I wanted to become a police officer. I was attending York University when I met this cute guy named Raphael Etienne. A big and tall, sexy Black guy from the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. The guy was sexy as hell, built like a college football player. And he was bisexual like me. Raphael was a fourth-year student in the Business Management program at York University. He was dating a chubby Chinese chick named Nicole Chang at the time we met but he and I shared a special connection. That's why we became fast friends and later, fuck buddies. I had a lot of fun with Raphael whenever he and I had some free time. He would come to my dormitory and we would fuck like rabbits, man. I loved riding Raphael. The big Haitian guy had a nine-inch, uncircumcised dick and he loved shoving it deep into my ass. Being from a Muslim background I'm not used to seeing uncircumcised dicks but I've grown to love them since meeting Raphael. I think uncut guys are the best!
Raphael and I had our fun throughout my first year as an undergraduate student at York University in Ontario. However, the second year he left. He had gotten his girlfriend Nicole pregnant and her parents insisted that he marry her. They got hitched during the summer. My sexy Haitian boyfriend was now a married man with a full-time job as a restaurant manager. I missed him, but life goes on, eh? I met this fine-looking chick named Natasha Bronson, and we just clicked, man. Natasha was fine as hell. Five feet eleven inches tall, slender and athletic, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. A native of Metropolitan Calgary in the region of Alberta, Natasha came to York University on a scholarship like me. She was taking up Criminal Law, and also played for the women's rugby team. And she liked Black guys. Did I luck out or what?
Natasha and I had our fun during my second year at York University. It was a time of change for me. I finally admitted to myself that I had become an Apostate. I walked away from the Islamic faith. I could never reconcile being a Muslim with my bisexuality. The funny thing is that the Arabs, the so-called progenitors of the Muslim faith, live in a mostly gender-segregated society until they come to the age of marriage. That means that Arab guys and Arab women spend a lot of time with their own sex because of an irrational fear of the opposite sex and impropriety. What is the end result of that? A lot of Arab men are gay or bisexual, folks. They fuck other men because there are no women to fuck until they get marriage. And a lot of conservative-looking women you see wearing the burka or the hijab in Muslim societies actually fuck other women because there are no men around to fuck. Situational bisexuality is a reality in the Islamic world. Men fuck men. Women fuck women. Very little heterosexual sexual contact goes on outside the marriage bed. That's a dirty little secret of my old faith, ladies and gentlemen.
Natasha and I had a good rapport. When I revealed my bisexuality to her, she was okay with it. I also assured her that I was Agnostic, so I wasn't one of those Muslim guys who pressure their Western girlfriends to convert to Islam. Hell, Christianity is starting to look better and better to me. Catholics of both sexes can drink, sleep around, party hard, support same-sex marriage and still consider themselves God-fearing people. I love the sound of that! Maybe when I'm through with my Agnostic phase I'll try Catholicism. Natasha is a Catholic and she speaks highly of it. We connect in so many ways, both sexual and intellectual. She introduced me to a world of pleasure, folks. I love having sex with women. I love licking Natasha's sweet pussy before sliding my cock deep into her snatch. I love spanking her nicely rounded ass while thrusting my member deep inside of her. I enjoy pulling her hair and making her scream while fucking her. However, sometimes I miss sex with men. With guys, I'm a bottom. I miss the feel of a cock in my ass. Well, Natasha helped me make up for that. She bought a strap-on dildo and fucked me with it. Is this chick awesome or what? I don't miss Raphael's dick anymore. I've got Natasha's strap-on dildo!
I loved Natasha, seriously. We connected like I've never connected with anyone before. It's a shame that I haven't seen her since she went to Calgary for December 2012 vacation. She left me in York all by my lonesome. I wanted to go with her but she assured me that her redneck relatives in Alberta wouldn't like seeing us together. And Calgary people aren't like Toronto folks. They're gun-toting racists, for one thing. In Toronto we got foul-mouthed but mostly gun-less racists. Anyhow, I decided to accompany my grandfather Hamid back to Somalia during December vacation. Grandpa Hamid is the only member of my family who still talks to me. When my parents threw me out for being bisexual, he kept sending me money. Thus, I found myself in Mogadishu with him when the Zombie Apocalypse happened.
No one knows for sure how it began. There were reports of drug addict-like men and women biting folks in the streets of Tehran. Riots in the streets of Bahrain. Gang wars in the streets of Paris. Massacres in the streets of Boston. People thought it was another 'plague of revolutions'. So many of them had happened in recent years. Tea Party bozos in the United States. Occupy Wall Street dumbasses in America, Europe and Canada. The Arab Spring across the Middle East. Religious and socio-economic clashes in African countries, most specifically Somaliland, Ethiopia and Nigeria. Riots were nothing new. Until the reports of cannibalism started to surface. Suddenly, the menace wasn't just on TV anymore. It wasn't just on CNN, Radio Canada, MSNBC, CBC and on the Web. It was everywhere. Swarms of ghoulish men and ghoulish women descended upon the cities and towns of the world. The Zombie War had begun. Global infection spread in the United States of America, Canada, Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Brazil, India, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Congo, Italy, France, Great Britain, Haiti, Cuba and Jamaica. By January 2013, civilization had fallen. The Zombies were everywhere.
Here in Mogadishu, my fellow Somalis and I tried to survive. I met a six-foot-tall, beautiful Somali woman named Aamina Kensington. We became friends. Aamina wasn't like other Somali women. And it wasn't just because she had a foreign-sounding name. She grew up in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Born to a White father and Somali mother. Aamina's mother Simane was an outcast from her clan. She converted to Christianity while living in New England, and married a White man. For this reason, her Somali clan hated her. Aamina Kensington grew up Catholic, and had a Master's degree in business administration from Northeastern University in Boston. Oh, and she was also a member of the U.S. Army National Guard. Aamina spoke fluent Somali, Arabic, Farsi, English, Spanish and French. She worked for the United Nations in Somalia.
When the Zombie Apocalypse began, Aamina was quick to form a group of women warriors which she dubbed the Huntresses. Somali women whom she trained to fight both Zombies and hostile humans. You have to understand that a lot of Somalis in the old country are racist, sexist and xenophobic. They still follow the sexist dogmas of Sharia Law and think women are inferior to men. Aamina's biggest problem in the early days of the Apocalypse wasn't the Zombies but the Somali mindset. When we met, she was shocked by me. An openly bisexual Somali guy born and raised in Canada who had surprisingly progressive views on women's issues and practiced Agnosticism, rather than Islam. She found me intriguing, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that I was good with any number of weapons and had vowed to protect my people. We became allies, and close friends.
Aamina and I organized the Resistance. Somalia is surrounded by African nations and Arab countries. All of whom were bursting with Zombies. So far, the desert protected us in that the massive hordes had yet to reach us. Aamina and I began building a massive fence around the Village of Aden, which was home to eight hundred people. Aamina and I were in charge, but we had help. Arthur Jackson, a young Black guy from New York, Deirdre Watson, a thirty-something White woman from New Jersey, Luciano Monteiro, a Hispanic guy from California, and Timothy Ming, an Asian guy from Vancouver City in British Columbia, Canada. We became the leaders of Aden after dispatching some narrow-minded Somali guys who thought the Zombie Apocalypse gave them the excuse to further oppress their people and behave like savages. We made some changes in Aden.
We declared that henceforth, democracy existed in Aden, not the doctrines of Sharia Law. To say that this shocked my fellow Somalis would be an understatement. Also, Aamina and I declared that both men and women would be trained to fight the Zombies. We banned the practice of circumcision. No one, male or female, shall ever be circumcised in Aden again. Also, we outlawed rape. Aamina gleefully castrated a forty-something Somali guy named Abdul whom she caught trying to rape a young lady named Atifah. The punishment for rape was castration. In public. The Somali guys got the message. By night, the Huntresses patrolled the Village of Aden, making sure everyone was safe. We had the only guns in town. Working together, we erected a forty-five-foot-high wall of cement covered with barb wire around the Village of Aden. We also spared the livestock and stocked ourselves with food and water. We were basically preparing ourselves for a siege. The community gardens and the wells were our investment into an uncertain future. Aamina and I knew this, and made sure everybody realized the importance of this. The world outside belonged to the Zombies. Soon they would reach us. Already dozens of them had come within sight of our walls, and we easily dispatched them. However, we knew more would come.
The Huntresses had dozens of firearms and lots of ammunition, but Aamina and I equipped them with metallic spears and swords because we knew a day would come when our guns ran out of ammo. Everybody had to know how to fight the Zombies using any weapon at their disposal. Thus, life continued in our little community. And something wonderful happened. Aamina and I fell in love. Father Jericho Lanester, a Catholic priest from Boston who was visiting his niece Deirdre in Somalia at the time of the plague, married us. We were married in a Christian ceremony, inside what's probably the first Catholic Church erected in Somalia. Quite a few Somali women have converted to Christianity in the year since Aamina and I took over the Village of Aden. And they refused to marry Somali men unless these men too converted to Christianity. Aamina and I laughed about that. How quickly the shoe turned to the other foot!
It's December 2013. There are quite possibly hundreds of thousands of Zombies surrounding the Village of Aden. Mostly we try to ignore them because they can't get over the wall. They try to ramp up and we discourage them with fire. We spare our bullets because we'll soon run out. In the last televised broadcast we heard, we learned that the world has indeed fallen to the Zombies. America? Gone. Congo? Cone. Saudi Arabia? Wiped out. Brazil? Dead. Or rather, Undead. Yemen? Swarming with the Undead. The Zombies are everywhere, man. Aamina and I focus on training our people, growing the crops and staying alive. We organize talent shows and other contests to keep ourselves entertained. Amazingly, our little community grows. There have been one hundred births since we built the Wall. Among these is a very special birth. That of my son, Stephen Kensington Youssef. Born to Aamina and I in early November. I hope to see my son grow. Outside the Wall, the situation grows dire. We have lots of food thanks to our crops, and plenty of water thanks to the wells. We have plenty of weapons, too. However, we are hopelessly outnumbered and surrounded by our enemies. One day, they'll breach the Wall. I'm sure of it. But that day is not today.
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"Did she get you?" Beverly gave Anastasia a wary look as the brunette nervously wiped the saliva off her hand and onto her skirt. "It looked like for a second--" She broke off, blushing as she tried to find a way to describe one woman grabbing another's hand and enthusiastically fellating her fingers that didn't make it sound like some kind of pornographic fantasy. The others watched, anxious but unwilling to take the awkward step of confronting Anastasia themselves when Beverly seemed content to do it for them. None of them had any real experience with this kind of situation outside of a few late-night Halloween horror marathons at the campus theater, and even they didn't convey the bizarre hilarity of the all-too serious situation.
Anastasia held up her hand. "Didn't break the skin," she said, giving everyone a good look at her chubby pink fingers. "I guess she was too used to trying not to let her teeth scrape whatever she was sucking." An explosive snort of amusement escaped her lips, and she clamped down on it hard before it threatened to erupt into helpless, hysterical laughter. The whole situation was just so utterly weird that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream or go barricade herself in the science lab on the fourth floor and hide until a real grownup came along to come and solve everything. Even though she was eighteen and halfway across the country from her parents, Anastasia didn't feel like she counted just yet.
And that went double for the others. "We should put something in front of the doors," Noah said, looking behind them at the entrance to the science building where a small crowd of slender, busty women were already beginning to gather. "I know these girls don't seem strong, but--"
Nadine broke in. "Can we not call them girls?" she asked, a plaintive whine of anxiety making her nasal voice even more annoying than usual. "I know it sounds awful, but I don't want to have to think of them as human beings right now. Not if we might end up having to, um, fight them or something." The thought of five-foot-two Nadine Butterman throwing a punch almost made Anastasia snort with laughter again, but she could hear the high tittering giggles from the... the girls, or whatever they were going to decide to call them, outside. She didn't like the thought of finding anything too amusing at the moment, not with the situation so serious.
But at the same time, she couldn't help finding everyone's complete and total incompetence at least a little bit comical. "Okay, fine, the zombies don't seem strong. Happy?" Noah looked over at the maintenance worker who let them in, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly as he paused for a moment to read the man's nametag before addressing him. "Um, Luis, are these doors--"
Corinne interrupted. "They can't be zombies," she said, fixing Noah with a sullen glare made even more sullen by the dark eyeshadow she wore. "They're not dead. Zombies are animated corpses, and these fucking bimbos are alive. We saw Beverly knock one of them out with her skateboard, remember?" Of course it would be Corinne who got hung up on this particular detail. Anastasia's roommate never met a horror movie she didn't like, even when it was eleven o'clock at night and Anastasia just knew the screams that came from the bunk below her would give her nightmares even though they were diminished to a tinny murmur by Corinne's headphones. She was probably already slotting the very real crisis they were going through into a specific sub-genre for her podcast later.
Nadine crossed her arms. "I'm really not comfortable with calling anyone a bimbo," she said, pursing her lips as if the word was bitter on her tongue. "It's a misogynist term that degrades women, and--"
"And you just said they weren't women," Corinne needled, unable to resist taking the opportunity to deliver a cheap shot to her favorite frenemy no matter how dire the situation. "If they're not really people, then what does it matter if we call them bimbos? If the shoe fits, right, Bev?" She looked to her friend, but Bev didn't seem inclined to get involved in their argument at the moment. She was the only one of them who looked like she was taking the whole situation one hundred percent seriously, probably because she already had the broken half of her skateboard as a mute testimony to just how terrifying it could be to wind up in the middle of a pack of the extremely single-minded creatures waiting just outside.
"Look, it--it doesn't matter, okay?" Noah sputtered, his cheeks red with consternation and embarrassment. "Whatever we call them, the bombos--zimbies--zimbos--" He clamped his mouth shut, trying to get his wayward tongue back under control. Anastasia pursed her lips tightly, trying hard not to laugh as her brain randomly began spoonerizing the two words in every combination possible despite her very best efforts to get it to stop. Her shoulders shook silently, convulsing in desperate amusement that she knew was a displacement reaction to the crisis unfolding around her, but that didn't stop her from suddenly blurting the most spectacularly hilarious portmanteau out loud just as Noah was beginning to speak.
"Zombimbos!" she cried out, followed by a peal of helpless laughter that made everyone else give her a hard stare, and not the usual kind of stares Anastasia got when she was being socially awkward in a group of people who didn't get her weird sense of humor. "I'm fine," she muttered, her chuckles rapidly subsiding in the face of their anxious glares. "Didn't break the skin, remember?" She could feel her cheeks prickling in a hot crimson blush.
Bev's teeth worried at her lower lip. "We don't know what causes this... this, um... zombimbification," she reluctantly murmured, clearly uncomfortable with the implied accusation but unwilling to simply let the potential threat remain unaddressed with so much at stake. "Remember Hollie? One second she seemed fine, and the next she was, um, busting out of her shirt. We have to keep an eye on everyone. Any one of us could be the next to turn."
Noah rolled his entire head in exasperation. "And we have to barricade the doors!" he added, his masculinity clearly a little bit threatened by the way Beverly was taking charge of the situation. "I'm sorry, um, Luis," he added, and Anastasia felt a moment of intense liberal guilt as she noticed that the maintenance worker was only a few years older than the rest of them. She wondered if Luis was a student like them, only without wealthy parents to smooth his path through higher education, or if he was one of the many people stuck on the outside looking in at all the privileged white kids getting a degree while he was forced to clean up after them.
Anastasia blinked, realizing she'd gotten so caught up in contemplating her own privilege that she almost missed Luis's response. "The doors should hold," he said, a light accent coloring his speech that Anastasia was embarrassed to admit she couldn't place. "There's a lot of dangerous chemicals in this building, they don't want some stupid kids stealing them for a prank and getting themselves killed." He looked down at the floor, his light brown skin darkening a little with embarrassment. "Um. No offense."
Nadine awkwardly reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but stopped just short of making physical contact. "None taken," she mumbled, clearly as out of her depth as the rest of them in dealing with sudden class consciousness on top of everything else happening to them that evening. "I still feel like we should maybe find somewhere to hide, just in case. Can we get into one of the rooms on the top floor, maybe lock ourselves in there?"
Luis shrugged. "Sure, I've got keys. Just don't ask me to get you into the chemical supplies, only the professors have access to those rooms." He turned and headed for the elevators, and the others trailed along behind him indecisively. It was clear that none of them thought much of their impromptu plan, but they also didn't have any better ideas.
Noah darted ahead to press the call button, and Bev gave a nervous glance over at Corinne as they waited for the elevator to arrive. "Anything about this on social media?" she asked, fidgeting impatiently and looking back down the hall as if she expected to hear the loud crash of the door slamming inward at any second. "I lost my phone when those things attacked, but I figure if it's happening on more than just this one campus someone's bound to be talking about it."
Corinne looked down at the floor sheepishly. "Um, I, uh, I got a little behind on my phone bill," she muttered, avoiding Nadine's suddenly interested gaze. "It's just until the weekend, okay? Once I go home and talk to Mom and Dad--" She broke off as it hit her--and all the rest of them--that they had no idea whether any of them would make it to the weekend, and what kind of state they'd be in when they did. Noah and Luis might be safe--emphasis on 'might'--but the rest of them remembered all too well what happened when Hollie changed. The sudden rush of chestnut hair lightening to golden brown as it flowed down her shoulders, the rapid shift in her irises from hazel to a bright, shining blue... and of course the giggles. They all giggled so much. Whatever was happening to the women who changed, it sure didn't seem to hurt any.
Bev looked over at Nadine, but before she could say anything the frizzy brunette sniffed in disdain. "I gave up social media three weeks ago," she said, sounding as if she'd been waiting the entire time for someone to mention it so she could tell them all about her big news. "It's really nothing more than a umbleumbleumble, umbleumbleumble umbleumbleumble of the human brain designed to addict us to constant outrage and doomscrolling. It doesn't really raise consciousness at all, we just think it does because we've developed a umbleumbleumble umbleumbleumble." Stacy felt a little guilty tuning out Nadine's yammering, but she'd gotten to know Bev's roommate well enough to know that she wasn't really missing much. Nadine was one of those girls who always wanted to let people know she was the smartest one in the room, and Stacy kind of enjoyed ignoring her like that.
Just as Bev looked over at Stacy, the elevator chimed. "Come on, let's just get up to the fourth floor," she sighed, trying hard not to sound annoyed. "Once we umbleumbleumble ourselves in the umbleumbleumble lab, we can figure out who has a working phone." She held the door, beckoning the others in, but Stacy didn't notice right away. She was trying to figure out why some of her friend's words came out all... funny.
Not 'ha ha' funny, although Stacy had to admit there was something a little bit silly about the way they came out in a weird warble like the grown-ups on 'Peanuts'. It was more like... like a weird funny. Like Stacy knew she knew the words that went in those fuzzy spots in Bev's speech, but every time she tried to think about them it just felt too much like work. Maybe her brain was just tired from the stress of dealing with all the zombimbos outside? That had to be it. She was worried and scared and she couldn't... couldn't, um, con, con, concen... she couldn't think straight. Because she was afraid and it was making her head all foggy.
Except... except she didn't feel worried. She felt carefree, almost happy even. Being with her cool, pretty friends and the two sexy men who were waiting inside the levelator, it was so cozy and comfy and safe that Stacee couldn't see herself getting worried about any thing. All that stress and tension she'd been holding in just minutes ago seemed to be melting like fluffy pink cotton candy, leaving her so relaxed that all she wanted to do was find somewhere nice and warm and play with her--
"Umbleumbleumble? You coming or what?" Bevvie gave her a worried look. Stacey nodded, trying to look like she was really listening to every word, and got into the lelelator. Once she was inside, Bevvie pushed the button for the top floor--Stacee tried to count them all, but her head started swimming and she gave up after three--and the doors closed, leaving the zombimbos behind.
Zombimbos. Stacee still couldn't get over how funny that word she'd come up with really was. In fact, the more it echoed inside her head, the sillier it sounded. Stacee slumped forward against the front corner of the jellylater car, her eyes slipping shut as she repeated the silly nonsense word in her mind until it started to sound just like the umbleumbles of the people around her. Zombimbo, zombimbo, zombimbo, zombimbo. It was such a dumb, cheerful word that Stacee could feel a laugh welling up in her throat despite her best efforts to hold it back.
The others kept talking, making boring plans to break into the supply room and steal a whole bunch of stuff and make a, a bomb or a poison or something to get rid of the zombimbos... zombimbos, zombimbos, zombimbos... but Stacee had already tuned it all out. As far as she was concerned, it was just a bunch of dull umbleumbles that was getting in the way of the happy silly feeling that just kept getting stronger and stronger and stronger inside her head with every passing second. Happy and silly and... and horny? Yes, Stacee realized. Really horny. Her fingers drifted down between her legs, giving her cunny a sneaky rub while every one else was having a big fight about the best way to get rid of the zombimbos.
But not Stacee. She was starting to think all those silly giggly girls outside had the right idea. They all sounded happy, and they were having fun, and that one zombimbo gave Stacee's finger such a sexy suck with her big, plump, cocksucking lips... Stacy felt a trickle of drool spilling down her chin to land on her chest. She let her tongue slide out of her mouth, exploring the soft contours of a pair of lips that didn't feel like they could close all the way anymore. Lips just like the pretty girl outside. Stacee bet she'd be able to suck just as good with them if she tried.
The drool became a steady stream, soaking into the thin fabric of Stacee's t-shirt and spreading wider and wider and--no. Wait. It wasn't just the stain that was spreading, the whole t-shirt was getting bigger. Stacee felt a sense of pressure growing as her tits began to expand, straining seams and bending the clasps of her bra as they swelled from perky B-cups to huge double Ds. She turned her body away from the others a little more, knowing they'd maybe get worried if they saw her like this, but then she felt her hair starting to flow down her shoulders and she knew there was no point in hiding it.
Because she was a zombimbo after all. Even though it was just drool and not a bite, even though it never broke the skin, Stacee was a zombimbo just like the girls outside and that was just such a silly word that she started laughing and couldn't stop. Zombimbo, zombimbo, zombimbo, zom-- "Oh, shit, Stace!" Bevvie screamed, but it was the only thing she managed to say before the creature that was once Anastasia embraced her in a warm, wet, lustful kiss that sent the two of them tumbling into the others in a sprawl of helplessly entangled bodies.
Things got a little intense after that, but Stacee was too busy making out with the others to care.
THE END
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<i>(Note: This part deals with the lead up to a D/s relationship. Skip it if you are after steamy sex scenes:)</i>
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Clutching my latte in a death grip, I navigated the maze of wobbly tables and sunk into the chair opposite Jack. He didn't look happy. He was hunched over a half-eaten plate of pasta, frantically punching at his phone's keypad.
"Fuuuck," he hissed, hitting the table with a clenched fist.
I raised an eyebrow at him as I mopped up the coffee that now pooled around my purse.
"Sorry." He flashed me a rueful grin. "My God, this day is going completely to shit."
"Are you going to tell me what happened, at long last? I feel a little left out."
"But it's different with you. I actually care what you think of me."
I gave him a playful nudge.
"Come on! I challenge you to make me think less of you."
He groaned.
"Isabel..."
"Yes?" I fixed him with an expectant look.
He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, scanning the room. The noise level had increased; neighbouring tables were rapidly being claimed by other staff and students. His eyes returned to mine. They were a moody, faded blue. Seconds lengthened until I was uncomfortably aware of myself.
He sighed and finally broke eye contact.
"So what was this information you accidentally blurted?" I tried to take a nonchalant sip of coffee.
Another tortured groan.
"Come on, you'll feel better..."
"I doubt it," he laughed, "but here goes."
Jack motioned for me to move closer.
"I met up with my ex at this bar on Chalmers. I told you that?" He spoke in a low voice.
I nodded.
"We were with some of my friends. Things got...rowdy."
I smiled.
"Well, my lady friend happened to mention some of the things she's into, some of the things we used to get up to..."
"Really? Must've been awkward."
"It wasn't your average vanilla stuff, Belle. In fact...," he anxiously rubbed his brow, "she went into detail about our involvement in the BDSM scene."
He watched me, trying to gauge my reaction.
I licked my lips and ventured a vague expression of concern. My mind was racing.
"Anyway, some of the party didn't take it so well. I mean, they didn't say anything to me at the time...but later..."
"Judgmental gits." My own vehemence surprised me.
Jack looked just as surprised. Then he recovered and gave me a soft smile.
"So, what was it you blurted," I asked, hesitantly.
"I mentioned that I had plans for Lynne."
It was my turn to groan.
"Yeah," was all he said.
"So, Lynne..?"
"Is disgusted. Apparently, I'm a sick misogynist who'd scare any sane woman. That's verbatim."
"Shit." I hesitated. "Maybe it'll just take time-"
Jack shook his head.
"Thanks for trying to reassure me, though. You're lovely, you know that?"
My face burned.
"Well, you're my friend," I mumbled.
The smile he gave me then stayed with me all afternoon.
Jack caught me just as I was unlocking my car door. He shook his umbrella open and held it over us as the first drops spattered on the dark bitumen. I couldn't help noticing the way his shirt clung to his torso in the humidity.
"Just wanted to make sure we're okay." His fingers rested lightly on my arm.
"Of course we are." I instinctively leaned into his touch, before catching myself and jerking away. I hoped he hadn't noticed.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't believe you're not shocked at all."
"I'm really not." I shrugged. "I mean, it's possible that it hasn't really processed yet. It's not a subject I've ever given that much thought."
"Okay." He nodded, still looking worried.
"See you tomorrow?" I gave him a brief, awkward hug and escaped into the stifling cocoon of my car.
My apartment was similarly stifling, the air fetid with stale cigarettes and booze. I silently cursed my flatmate as I wrestled the windows open. I felt flushed and dizzy. I flopped on to the lounge and took some deep breaths, trying to restore my wits. A fine mist of rain reached my face.
"Jack, Jack, Jack..." I breathed a mantra, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat.
I'd spent the afternoon visualising Jack's face above mine, uncharacteristically stern as he was issuing some order or other, his eyes an intense, stormy blue. It was as far as I had gotten in "processing" his revelation, because I was afraid of the feelings this image stirred in me.
I had felt something for Jack from the beginning, since I'd started work at the university. He stood out, above every man I'd ever met. Not in looks alone, though he was striking. He moved like his veins ran with quicksilver instead of blood. He was tall and lithe - but not overly muscular. He had a sensitive mouth I wanted to kiss every time it quirked into a smile. And he had artists' fingers. But it was his manner that held my attention. He was direct and friendly. He seemed to know something about everything; he was passionate, but never arrogant. Above all, he never treated me any different because of my relative youth. I was just Isabel to him. I loved talking to him, and we had fallen into the habit of lunching together. He was the best part of my working life.
But he was off-limits.
I needed to take a shower.
I stood under the spray, daydreaming. As I washed myself, I let my hand rest on my pubic mound, tilting my head back as I let my anticipation build. I saw Jack in my mind's eye, smiling his crooked, electric smile. I stroked the soft hair on my outer lips and slipped one finger gently between them. I felt so hot but the water had washed away most of my natural lubrication. I tentatively brushed my engorged clitoris with a fingertip and winced as the intense friction sent a stab of pleasure-tinged pain shooting through my pussy. Frustrated, I applied more pressure, squashing my swollen flesh and reveling in the ache that centred under my fingers and radiated through my whole body. With the smallest of movements, I ground my clitoris against my pubic bone, torturing myself, feeling my vaginal muscles clenching around nothing, pushing myself until the muscles in my wrist started to seize painfully. I stopped, wondering how I could be rubbed raw and desperate for more sensation all at once. I leaned my forehead against the shower screen. Why was I so strange? Why couldn't I climax?
I shut off the taps, dejected. Standing in front of the mirror, I studied my virginal form with more than a little distaste. Soft breasts tipped with large, pale pink nipples, an arse that jutted out below two prominent dimples. I longed for the hard-bodied perfection of a catwalk model. I rested a hand on the flat planes of my stomach and tried to imagine seducing a man. I had to smile. I could hardly talk freely to Jack, who I'd known for a year. I cupped my breasts, speculating. Could anyone know the kinds of fantasies that dominated my waking mind? Would Jack be shocked, even turned on?
I shrugged into a cotton wrap and pinned my thick hair into a messy bun, leaving a few black tendrils curling around my face. I studied my reflection up close. Too pale. My green eyes too wide and ingenuous. I looked younger than twenty-three. I didn't look enticing. I knew people saw me as aloof, reserved, a prude. I hated it.
"Belle?"
My flatmate crashed through the front door. I headed out to greet her.
The rain had cleared by morning. The air was deliciously cool as I left my car and headed to the nearest coffee cart. Suitably armed for battle, I arrived at the office just five minutes late, resisting the temptation to see if Jack was in yet. My colleagues were already in full swing.
"You'd never suspect it, would you?"
"He is a little bit...different. I'm not really surprised. I did think he was gay, though. What do women see in him? Why would any self-respecting woman let him do... that?"
"There are some fucked up people out there."
I flung a pile of books onto my desk. Leon shot me a look of incredulous disdain.
"Isabel? What's your problem?"
I tried to glare at him but I couldn't match his venom. I set about tidying the books.
"I think his private life is his own business. He's not hurting anyone."
Leon snorted. I blushed, furious with myself.
"You have a soft spot for sadists, do you Isabel?"
One of the others rolled their eyes.
"Jesus, Leon."
I ignored him. I felt him move to stand close behind me. His aftershave smelled like acetone.
"You want a good spanking, Isabel? You want to wear a dog collar? Well, well."
I could almost feel his smirk.
The other girls left for their classes. I started out after them. Leon stopped me with a hand on my arm. He leaned in with a sincere look on his face, like he wanted to apologise.
"Show me your tits," he murmured, his eyes boring steadily into mine.
"What..," I choked, feeling suddenly shaky. I tried to wriggle out of his grip. The head of the school walked past the door and smiled in at us. Leon nodded back politely.
"Show me your vagina," he breathed into my ear. "I bet it's nice and tight."
My face crumpled. Leon smirked as he released me and strolled off down the corridor. I stood for a few moments, paralysed.
Jack walked past and gave me a distracted wave.
I put my palms against my temples and fought back tears. I looked around at the bland, beige office decor. I hated that it looked just the same.
I arrived at the coffee lounge before Jack. I was doing things automatically. Find table. Get coffee. Open book. I was staring off into the distance when I realised Jack was there, in front of me. He eased his lanky frame into the chair like he was carrying the weight of the world. He still looked distracted, though he smiled at me.
"So. What does the world hold for you today, Isabel?" I could almost buy his jocular manner.
"Oh, just the usual." I gave him a small smile. "And you? I hope today's an improvement on yesterday."
"Perhaps it is, remains to be seen, I think."
"Is Lynne coming round?"
"No, we broke up."
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Jack."
I wanted to get up and hug him, but in the end I just sat there awkwardly, arms half-extended across the table.
"Don't be sorry, honey. It was going to happen eventually, I'm sure."
Honey!
I nodded, watching him carefully.
"She and I just became a routine, in the end, I think. I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be. Am I horrible?"
"No!"
"You're just too nice to say. I bet the last two days have made you reconsider the company you keep at lunch."
"Jack!"
His eyes were on mine, a resigned look in them.
"Please just be honest with me about any issues you have, Isabel. I can explain things more, if you'd like."
"Stop it, please." I was pissed off.
Jack looked at me sharply.
"You haven't done anything to hurt anyone, least of all me. You didn't want to hurt Lynne, anyway. And I'm not so spineless that I would sit here, placating you, worrying about you, if you were the kind of bastard who deliberately went about making people miserable. I respect for you now just as much as ever, and I appreciate you even more, perhaps. Who cares about your sexual proclivities? They don't impact on your kindness and your humanity. There are plenty of horrible men who are, what's the term you use, vanilla? They're vanilla and they're happily married and they go around belittling women to make themselves feel big, and you? You're the antidote to those kinds of men. I hate those men! So don't sit here telling me you're one of them!"
I lost my voice towards the end of my speech, as tears threatened to spill over. My jaw was quivering - I quickly hid my face as I tried to get it under control. I heard Jack's chair scrape back and then his strong hands were gripping my arms, helping me up and out of there. I let myself be guided, embarrassed beyond belief.
Safely in his office, I slumped down onto a chair.
He moved another chair to face mine. His thumbs gently caressed my knees. He waited patiently.
"Jack?" His name came out as a sob as the tears started in earnest.
"Bella, what's the matter?"
"That's not why you like it, is it? You don't do it because you like to make women feel like they're crap, like they're nothing?"
I rested my head in my hands and tears plopped into my lap. I felt pathetic.
Jack scooped me up and onto his lap, where he wrapped me tightly in his arms.
"Fuck no, Isabel! What going on? Where did this come from?"
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the question.
"I'm sorry, Jack." I wiped my eyes. "I'm being an idiot."
He tilted my chin up so he could look into my eyes.
"Isabel." He sounded so assured, so gently commanding. "Tell me."
"Well," I started, "it's just that I got a shock this morning, because Leon, well, he said some things. One minute he was normal, you know, obnoxious but normal, and the next he was telling me to...ah...show him my..."
I left the sentence hanging, avoiding Jack's eyes.
"And I was trapped there, and he was pretending to be talking normally to me. People walked past. And you... Christ, it sounds like nothing when I say it out loud."
"No." Jack's voice was low and dangerous. "No, it doesn't sound like nothing."
"And I couldn't bear it if you thought of me that way too, and I just didn't know."
"I think the world of you, love."
We sat that way for a number of minutes as I discretely tried to wipe my nose.
"What a fucking little prick," Jack said, suddenly.
I smiled.
"He is a little prick."
"Do you want to report him? I'll come with you."
"Don't you have a class?"
"Well, they can't expect me to hold their hands." He grinned at me.
I felt lighter already. I stood up.
"Let's go, then."
"And later I think I need to answer some questions for you."
I blushed.
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"Zone Out"
"You don't really have to listen to any of this.
"I know. It's not what you were expecting to hear, is it? You probably thought that I'd be telling you to pay close attention to every word I say, to focus your mind completely on my words and the sound of my voice as you look into my eyes. But really, it doesn't work like that at all.
"You see, hypnosis is about concentration, but it's also about distraction in its own way. I want you to pay close and careful attention, but I'm not particularly concerned as to what you're paying attention to. You can be listening intently at my words, or you can gaze at my eyes and simply let my stare hold yours, or you can watch the way that the light catches my ring. Anything you feel like focusing on right now is just fine.
"Because it's really your unconscious self that I want to talk to. That's where hypnosis works its magic, that delightful state of mind where you're completely locked in on one thing, relaxed and calm and totally fixated on my eyes or the steady ticking of the clock. And my words bypass your conscious self completely and go deep, deep down into your subconscious. That's all trance really is.
"And you go into trance all the time. Think about reading a book, really getting lost in a magical story to the point where the world around you fades away and all you want to think about is what happens when you turn the next page. You're still hearing all those sounds around you, but they don't matter anymore because you have something to focus on. And when someone talks, you absorb their words without even thinking about them. That's a form of hypnosis right there.
"But you don't even need to have a book. Sometimes you can be staring out the window or just looking at nothing in particular, lost in a pleasant daydream whenever you feel like it's a safe and comfortable environment. You're relaxed and happy, and letting your thoughts wander from one thing to another, never even noticing that someone is speaking to you. They might even ask you a question, and you'll respond without thinking about it because your unconscious mind is listening and knows just what to say. That's just like a hypnotic trance, too.
"And like in your daydream, you don't have to stay focused on the same thing the whole time for it to be a 'real' hypnotic state. Your mind would get so sleepy if all you could do was just stare into my eyes, locked into my gaze until your eyelids felt heavy and exhausted from all the effort of keeping them open. So you can let that sense of focus wander. You can let your mind drift to the slow, steady sound of your breath as it goes in and out. You can let your thoughts wander to wherever they want to go, and just allow my voice to fade into the background. That's okay. I don't mind.
"Even if you're not really paying attention, you're still listening to everything I say. It's only your conscious mind that tunes out my words as you focus on whatever it is you've found so very fascinating right now. Your deep self, your subconscious mind, is absorbing all this while you zone out and daydream about nothing in particular. It feels nice, doesn't it? Mm-hmm, and you're not even thinking about your responses, just agreeing with me as you drift along in this pleasant and peaceful state. That's perfect.
"And when I talk to you in this state, you'll find that even though you're not consciously aware of my words, they still filter down into your subconscious mind as your deep self listens carefully to every word I say. So when I say 'sleepy', for example, even if your conscious mind isn't paying attention to my voice, your deep self absorbs that word and that idea and it comes to mind without you even knowing why. It just seems to make sense, that's all. It's comfortable, and familiar, and the thought comes naturally to mind to you now.
"That's how hypnosis works. Even when you think you've tuned out my voice, you're still listening. You're still accepting everything I say. You're not even aware that you're agreeing with me-you're looking into my eyes and thinking about how sleepy you are, how warm and relaxed and pleasant this is, and you barely even notice that you keep saying 'yes' every time I talk. You don't even really think about the way that my words have become your thoughts. It's just so easy to drift along in this peaceful, drowsy trance and agree with everything I say.
"So because you're focused on your heavy, heavy eyelids and your deep, drowsy, sleepy thoughts as you struggle to keep your tired eyes open, you don't even consciously notice that I put those ideas into your head. You don't even think about how easily and effortlessly you've surrendered your will, drifting and dreaming on a warm, sleepy tide of relaxation and letting your thoughts wander wherever I direct them. And you know that's just the way it should be now, isn't it? That's right.
"And as those sleepy eyes close, your thoughts wander even more freely now. Your mind drifts, untethered by sight as you let your waking mind focus on any stray idea that drifts through your dreamy, dazed head. It doesn't matter where those thoughts come from, or how long you hold onto them anymore. You're too relaxed, too happy to care about any of that. All you want to do is relax and zone out completely and agree with everything I say.
"And all my words go deep, deep down into your sleepy mind, and when they come back up they seem exactly like wonderful ideas that you just had, don't they? That's right. When I say that you're beginning to feel aroused, you don't even need to think about it-it's as though it happened to you all on its own, naturally and easily and effortlessly. Your body responds to my words because your deep self is listening to every word I say, even though your waking mind is far too deep in a sleepy trance for me to even notice anymore that I'm speaking to you.
"Your body is happy to respond to me, especially when my words are bringing you so much peace and pleasure. You feel all those warm tingles of sexual heat now, and they feel so good that it doesn't matter to you where they came from. All that matters is the shivers of desire running through you, making you whimper as your thoughts naturally turn to a sensuous daydream of arousal and lust.
"It's so easy for you to let my words become your actions, let my thoughts guide and direct you to where you already want to go. You can touch wherever you want to touch, wherever it feels so good to intensify that tingling heat into deep, panting sensual need. You can do that without even thinking about it, without even realizing that it's my voice showing you what to do, because it's what you want to do anyway. Moving won't distract you from satisfying that arousal, anymore than listening to me did.
"And once you know that the heat is building past the point where you can possibly resist it, you'll know that it's time to take off those restrictive clothes and touch openly. Once your body is burning, aching, yearning to release the arousal you feel, you'll know that you have to be naked for me. It's so easy to agree. You don't even need to think about it anymore. You don't even need to think at all anymore.
"And now you're touching, stroking and petting and rubbing just exactly where you need to touch to feel that perfect pleasure as it builds. The heat between your thighs is so intense now, the tingling of your nipples so distracting that it's all your conscious mind can focus on. I'm talking to your deep self, and you don't even listen because all you can think about is your arousal. All you can think about is your desire. All you can think about is that endless, aching need for release.
"You're so close now, and you know that when you release, you'll be so focused on that rush of pleasure that you won't even think about what I say. You won't even notice it. You're so lost in the warm, hazy ecstasy that everything I say fades to the background and your deep self accepts it easily and effortlessly. That feels so good, so right, so hot. You want that so much. You only want to think about coming now. It's all you can think about. You're so close, so very close, and...
"Come. Come for me, come to the sound of my voice, locked in on my words drawing all that pleasure out of you, every last gush of endless bliss as you come and come and come and come. It's exactly what you wanted, to listen without thought and obey without question, and you're so happy that you let my words into your deepest self and let them bring you to ecstasy. Come for me. Come.
"And now that you've come for me, you might find yourself paying more attention to your surroundings, to my words, to the sound of my voice as I direct you to clean yourself up, get yourself dressed. You might find yourself focusing once again on me, really paying attention as I tell you that I'm happy to do this again with you whenever you want and whenever it's safe to do so. You might find yourself thinking about that and agreeing with my words as you let your conscious mind as you focus on my words and listen to what I say.
"But you don't really have to listen to any of this."
THE END
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I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil's body, but Phil was about as straight as they come—and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships—Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good way for me to get down and dirty with other hot, sweating, muscular dudes. We roomed in the same suite, athletes being given separate bedrooms in a suite of eight rooms with a communal head and shower. And I had ached for three months into the school year, being able to see Phil's beautiful, cut body in the shower almost daily, but knowing that he would never take interest in another guy as long as he was being worn out by the campus cunts.
And then I got a gift from heaven. We were at lunch, when Phil was telling us about the physical exam he had to take before the baseball season and that they were doing full exams, including MRI's and colonoscopies—the exam where they send a tube with a camera all the way up into your intestines from your asshole to check for cancerous polyps. They were being required this year because some dude had dropped over dead on the baseball diamond last season.
Phil was being asked if he feared the colonoscopy, because having some tube running up your ass canal was no picnic. I was thinking that the dude just didn't understand what a picnic that really could be when I heard Phil answer that they were trying a new technique on the team. They were testing a fancier camera with a thicker-than-normal tube, and therefore were giving the guys medicine that really opened the canal up before the test and then giving them knockout drops during the test and for the night after the test so that they could sleep through most of the pain that accompanied and followed the procedure.
"So, there will be pain, but there won't be that much left after I've wakened the next morning," Phil was saying. "Personally, I think they only are forcing us to take the exam so they'll have healthy guinea pigs to see how the new equipment and procedure goes."
My tablemates droned on with a scatological discussion of having a thick tube going up your ass, but I tuned them out while my mind quickly formed a plan that would fulfill my dreams without Phil ever knowing what had happened to him.
The night of the day of Phil's exam, I took a long, hot shower while my suite mates were settling in for the night and then waited until four in the morning, breathing heavy, in anticipation of the pleasure that I hoped was to come.
All was quiet as I tiptoed from my room to Phil's. I was wearing my sleeping trunks and would have just sidestepped off into the head if anyone had caught me on the move. When I got to his door, I quickly looked around to make sure I wasn't being observed and then opened his door quietly and slipped in. His blinds were open, and the full moon lit up the room. I found him zonked on his bed, conveniently lying on top of his covers, completely nude. Boy was he a hunk. Built like the quarterback he was. Sturdily constructed, but with muscle. No fat on him, dark curly hair covering his pecs and meeting to descend in a thin line down across his belly and fanning out around his well-hung cock and big balls and then down, weaving around his strong thighs and calves.
I whispered to him, asking if he was awake, prepared with my excuse for waking him up in the middle of the night. Silence. I spoke to him in a louder tone. No response. I came over and sat down on his bed, putting my hand on his arm and speaking to him again, still posed with a good reason for disturbing him in the night if he woke. Nada.
My hand moved up his arm and onto his chest, stopping at one of his nipples, still within the zone of being able to excuse jostling him awake. I jostled him with my hand on his chest. Both hands on arms, I shook him hard. Nothing. He was stone cold out, just as he told us he would be.
I put one hand on his shoulder, almost at his neck and allowed the other hand to travel down his belly and into his pubic hair. Phil sighed in pleasure, but he didn't awake. I kept my eyes glued on his as I encased his dick in my hand and started to play with it. He licked his lips and moaned, but he remained asleep. Probably thought I was someone named Veronica, but not minding the attention I was giving him one bit.
I couldn't resist the lip licking. I put my lips to his, and he opened to my kiss. I stroked his cock as we kissed, and he responded by lengthening and thickening and moving his hips with the rhythm of my hands and giving deep-throated moaning for me. The intensity of his kiss told me that he was enjoying this.
I wondered if the Veronica he was wet dreaming about gave him blow jobs. I decided to find out, knowing, though, that this was pretty much a threshold beyond which I could give no plausible explanations if he suddenly awoke.
But, although his body was fully awake to my touch, Phil was not consciously in the room. I tongued my way around his nipples and down his belly and swallowed his cock whole, letting it engorge in my mouth as my lips pressed on the root of his shaft and my nose took in the welcome, manly smell of his pubes. My finger found his asshole as I stroked his cock off with my mouth, and, as advertised, I found the lasting effects of something that had widened his hole opening for that thick tube—and hopefully now for my thick tube. I hoped he was still feeling the effects of that all up his ass canal, because I didn't want him to feel suspiciously sore in the morning.
He ejaculated deep down my throat, still pleasantly living his wet dream with Veronica.
Time was a wasting, and I wanted to live my own dream before dawn—and certainly before Phil woke up—so I stripped off the sleeping trunks I'd come down the hall in, pumped my cock until it was hard, and rolled on the condom I'd brought with me. Getting my thighs under Phil's, I lifted his pelvis up to mine and only poised my dick head briefly at his hole before pushing in.
Phil grunted and twitched and his face contorted in pain as I slid into him, but he didn't awaken. When I was in all the way up to the hilt, aided no doubt by that medicine Phil had been given, I paused and rested, getting my own hard breathing under control. I couldn't believe it. I had my dong up beautiful, straight-jock Phil's ass. He was mine. He'd been had. He lay there stretched out below me, twitching and moaning quietly, but having taken all of me in. I began to pump him, and he moved with me. Could it be that he was receiving pleasure from this as well? I pulled his torso up to me and took his lips in mine. His responding kiss gave me hope that he was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. This thought was causing my cock to grow even bigger, and Phil's lips fell away from mine and he grunted in pain.
I let his torso drop back onto the bed and I took up his legs in my hands and wish-boned him farther apart, opening his ass passage up enough to accommodate my enlarged size. And then I just slowly pumped him and pumped him and pumped him, until I'd cum deep inside him. Then, almost regretfully, I pulled out of him, pulled my sleeping trunks back on, and retreated from his room to mine before anyone in the suite stirred.
The next morning, in the showers, a still-very-groggy Phil was complaining that his ass was still more sore from the exam than he had been led to believe it would be, but he showed no inkling of knowing his ass was no longer virginal—and certainly not that his ass was mine. I just hummed a tune and soaped myself off, trying not to relive my glorious fuck of Phil enough for my dick to respond for everyone in the shower to see.
I'd fulfilled my dream without doing any real harm to Phil that I could figure. I was just sorry to think that he probably wouldn't have to take another one of those colonoscopies for a good long while.
As we were leaving the showers, however, Phil pulled me aside and gave me a dreamy smile and a wink and said, just loud enough for only me to hear, "Of course, though, the exam was put off until next week, so we weren't zonked with that medicine last night. But no one but you and me need to know that, eh?"
"Uh, I'm sor . . ." I started to sputter.
But Phil just smiled again and said, "I wouldn't mind being zonked again tonight either."
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Nadine, friends and I headed out to the Zoo Bar at Queen and Bathurst in Toronto. It was a Friday night in mid-December. It was so cold that night, that even with my heavy winter coat on, my nipples stood out proudly as we walked from the car across the street to the club. Under my coat I was wearing a green and beige skin tight lace top. I wore nothing underneath and my large nipples were nicely hidden behind the flower designs. My grey pleated mini skirt blew up with each gust of wind and I fought to keep my bare bottom from showing off on the street. My legs were bare but I wore lace up chunky heeled boots that went to mid calf.
Nadine, forever the unsatisfied slut, was hoping to get her casual sex buddy to commit to her soon. But she also had a thing for Valerie, sex buddy Troy's best friend. She couldn't have one without the other finding out, but she was going to try.
My best friend Mickie, had agreed at the last minute to come too. She was still reluctant though, knowing that her boyfriend who was stuck at work, would be jealous.
Being the only single female in the group, I was out for meat that night. While half-ass dating Mr. "I'm single I swear", who hadn't called me in over a month, I'd decided to finally give up the dating scene and go straight for the kill.
We arrived at the bar around nine-thirty. Nadine and I had been drinking since around seven o'clock. We were already blitzed. Mickie, always the responsible one, would later be the designated driver to drive her and I back to Pickering. The other two had wallets full of money to spend on booze at the bar.
"So, am I allowed to bring someone home tonight, Mom?" I teased Nadine as we entered the bar. I scanned the crowd for a cute face but found none.
"Sure, as long as I can test him out first," she teased back.
"Get your own!" I laughed and headed off with Mickie to the washroom to adjust the lengths of our skirts, mine shorter, hers longer.
After a quick and fruitless tour of the bar, we headed back to the others to find Nadine getting kisses from Troy and Valerie. Mickie and I looked at each other, not sure if we should intrude.
"Well, she never said to get lost, so it's still open territory," I glanced at Mickie to see if she agreed with me.
"True, but I'm disappearing if she gets nasty. She's your friend, you deal with it." We walked up to the three of them and Troy grabbed me around the waist.
"Excuse me?" I pulled his grubby construction worker hands off me. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Nadine says if I want to kiss someone, it can't be her. You're the next best thing." He pulled me back towards him and kissed me full on the mouth before I had a chance to escape.
"So? What do you think?" Nadine raised her eyebrow at me.
"I'm supposed to have an opinion on that? Well, I'll give it a B." I shrugged at Troy and then turned to Valerie. "You aren't gonna kiss me too are you?"
"Not unless you want me to."
"No, no offense or anything. I'm just looking for someone to kiss that isn't being lusted after by one of my friends." I smiled at Nadine who gave me a warning look. Troy was within earshot, but I hadn't said it loud enough for him to hear over the blaring rock music.
"Well, see ya. Hunting time." I grabbed Mickie by the arm and we walked off to check out the scenery yet again. Most of the guys had girls with them, and the other half were the long-haired rocker types that I didn't like. What did I expect, being in a rocker bar?
"Ohh, check that out!" Mickie's arm shot out in front of me, nearly smacking my nose off my face, to point to two guys standing by the speakers. One was wearing a grey corduroy golf hat backwards. He had a smirk on his face, curving the side of his full mouth upwards. From what I could see in the dim lights, it looked like he had a shaved head, hopefully meaning he wasn't a full blown rocker. In my drunken state, I decided he was British. I didn't even pay attention to the other one, once my eyes were on the first guy.
"I wonder if he's watching," I wondered aloud as I turned to Mickie. "You know he's mine right? You've got your Stevie," I teased her and batted my eyelashes at the guy as we walked past. He didn't even notice. We were back where we started, so we rejoined our friends.
"Good try Ginnie, but maybe he's taken." Mickie suggested.
"No way. He's not allowed to be." I shook my head and took the beer Troy handed to me. "Thanks." I swallowed down a good portion of the beer and looked around the bar again.
"Who's up for dancing?" Nadine asked and grabbed both Troy and Valerie's hands and led them onto the dance floor. Mickie and I followed. We formed a circle and moved to the beat of Green Day.
"Mmm! There he goes!" I grabbed Nadine's arm and pointed out the guy I'd seen as he walked past us to the washrooms.
"So, go get him you little flirt. You know what to do."
"I can't," I whined.
"Why not?" She looked at me.
"I'm chicken. I can't just go up to him. I need an excuse." I admitted.
"Troy, get her another drink. She needs more courage." Nadine announced and reached over to pull one side of my shirt off my shoulder, but the neck wouldn't stretch that far and I cried out.
"Knock it off!" I pushed Nadine's hand away and stuck my tongue out at her, "Aren't I sleazy enough wearing a see-through lace shirt that you have to rip my neck to expose my shoulder?"
"No, not really." Nadine answered snottily.
Troy handed me some beer money and told me to get him one too. I grabbed Mickie's hand and dragged her to the bar with me.
"What are you gonna try?" She eyed me suspiciously.
"That line Dom wants me to use." I told her with a grin.
"You're a slut." She shook her head at me.
"I am not! I'm still a virgin, so I'm a tease."
The guy came over and stood next to me at the bar. He gave us a casual glance but nothing more. He ordered a beer. I ordered two as well.
As the bartender was getting our beer, I leaned back towards Mickie.
"You know, I really want to kiss someone tonight. Know anybody?" I asked loudly. The guy looked over at me and his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled.
"Yeah, I might," he replied after a brief hesitation. He had a British-sounding accent.
"Oh really? Who might that be?" I asked, grabbing onto Mickie's arm for support. I couldn't believe the line was working. And on such a sober looking guy, a drunk one I could understand, but this one?
"I might." He smiled. He had a devilish little boy smile.
"You're on your own now," Mickie said quietly and slipped away.
"So?" He was waiting for me to kiss him. I froze. I didn't know what to do.
"So what?" I asked, grabbing onto the bar for support now.
"You gonna kiss me or what?" He raised his left eyebrow. Now there's talent!
I nodded, swallowed hard, put my hand on his forearm and leaned closer. He leaned closer too and our lips met.
His arm was rock solid, so I curled my fingers around it, holding on tight.
I felt a hand slide across my arm and realized Nadine was now there, checking things out. She'd put her arm protectively between me and the guy.
I kissed him long and passionately. In case he decided to take off right away, I knew I wouldn't have the guts to do this again so I had to get my courage's worth.
I pulled away from the kiss and looked up into the nicest deep brown eyes I'd ever seen. He smiled and then noticed Nadine standing between us.
"So, you ready to come home now?" Nadine asked.
"No, so you can leave now." I gave her a dirty look but she stayed put.
"Not yet. Hi, I'm Nadine. I'm her bodyguard. Just so you know, she's being watched by those guys over there too," Nadine told him. He nodded and glanced over his shoulder at the others who were watching us. "Don't try anything funny." She continued and he nodded again.
"Nadie, take this to Troy," I handed her the beer and gave her a dirty look. She gave my guy a head-to-toe inspection, nodded knowingly at me and left.
"Hi, I'm Gerry. What's your name?" He took my hand and led me away from the bar, closer to the dance floor. His hand was hot, and as sweaty as mine.
"Ginnie. Well, Ginger, with a G." I told him. Oh! How stupid could I be? With a G!?
"Really? My name's spelled with a G too." He grinned at me and then nodded in the direction of the dance floor. "You dance?" He raised that eyebrow again.
I nodded, barely able to speak.
A slow intense drum beat came through the speakers. I recognized the song instantly. It was 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails. My favourite song.
"You know this song?" I asked as we stopped in the middle of the dance floor.
"Yeah, it's all right." He started to put his hands on my waist to pull me closer to him, but backed off immediately. I saw him glance unsurely over my shoulder. Nadine was watching, I could tell by the look on his face.
"It's okay, she doesn't bite." I put my hands on his waist and moved closer to him. He looked down at me and one of his hands made it to my waist. The other one had a beer in it, so he put his arm around me, resting the beer on my hip.
"I do a really neat dance to this song. Wanna see it?" I asked as I brought my own beer bottle to my mouth, licking my tongue slowly around the top of the bottle.
"Oh God," he groaned and took a long pull from his beer.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yeah, why not?" He let me go as I backed up and handed him my beer to hold.
The lyrics kicked in and I began to wind my hips slowly, kneeling closer to the floor.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal!" I mouthed the words and ran my hands up my legs, almost bringing my skirt up too far. Gerry watched me, his eyes locked to mine.
I reached out for him, grabbing hold of the front of his jeans. I pulled him closer to me and slid my hands up inside his T-shirt. He sucked his stomach in for a second.
"You're hands are freezing!" He moved back, but I didn't let him get away.
"They'll be warmer in a second." I promised as I let my fingers slide across his chest and stomach. He worked out, a lot.
"Oh God," he groaned again as I placed a kiss on his navel, and ran my fingers lightly down the front of his jeans. I let my fingers wander down his thighs and then back up to his waist. I lightly scratched his stomach as I kneeled down in front of him to place more kisses on his belly and then the front of his jeans. I was met with a very large bulge and I licked it through his pants. I looked up at Gerry, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. He was thoroughly enjoying my dance. He reached down with one hand and tangled his fingers through my short blonde hair, pulling it gently as he pushed my face harder into his groin. I laughed and pushed his hand away, giving his bulge one last hard kiss.
I slowly wiggled my hips as I stood up and then ran my hands up and down my legs, plunging my hands under my skirt. I ran my fingernails over the front of my panties, my skirt was held up by my wrists and Gerry was watching intently. I smiled, licked my lips and then let my skirt back down. Gerry moved closer to me, grabbed my hips and started to grind with me to the music. He was sweating like crazy and I knew I'd be able to take the dance further at home.
When the song was finished, Gerry took my hand and led me over to these private booths near the centre of the club. I climbed up into the seat and made sure I bent over giving Gerry a good long look at my hot pink thong. He reached up to caress my backside as I slid into the seat. I ended up sitting on his hand and he leaned over to kiss me as he gently kneaded my ass.
Around twelve-thirty, Gerry's friends were leaving, so we had to say good-bye.
"I'll call you." He pulled his jacket on and then wrapped his arms around me. I put my arms up around his neck and he kissed me long and hard.
"Promise?" I asked breathlessly.
He only nodded in response, took my hand and headed towards the exit.
"Hey!" Someone grabbed my arm from behind.
"Where do you think you're going?" Nadine demanded.
"Nowhere. What's the problem?" I narrowed my eyes at her and felt Gerry slip his hand free of mine.
"See ya." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him and he left.
"Where the hell have you been?" Nadine grabbed my wrist and dragged me back over to where the others were standing, looking worried sick.
"Where the hell have you been?" Mickie grilled me too.
"What are your problems? I've been in the booth over there with Gerry for the last two hours. I just walked him to the coat check, he was leaving." I gave them a shrug.
"Don't ever disappear on us like that again! We thought he took you or something." Nadine's eyes were flashing. She was more pissed off than she'd ever been before.
"Give me some credit! I'm not as stupid as you think I am!" Just as I said it, my balance finally gave out and Troy grabbed me as I almost fell over.
"No, but you're drunk, and you do stupid things when you're drunk." Nadine corrected me as Troy led me over to some seats.
"No, she's gotta dance this out." Nadine grabbed me and pulled me towards the dance floor. We formed a circle again and began dancing to House of Pain.
I felt a presence behind me, and thinking it was Gerry coming back, I waited for him to hug me.
"No you don't!" Nadine cried out and immediately pulled me into the middle of the circle, placing herself where I had just been standing.
"What? I didn't do anything!"
"It's not you, someone just came up behind you. Some creepy guy." Nadine explained. "Come on munchkin, you can't go home drunk, so dance." Nadine grinned at me and we danced.
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It was a crowded afternoon at Sole Pez. Graham and I had just placed our order when I snuck a look at the app on my phone. Yes, hubby was still at his job, a good 30 miles from here. This was the sort of restaurant where they offered tastings and a prix fixe menu. Graham could afford it. That was one of the attractions.
"Sir, you need a jacket and tie!" I looked up and if I had already eaten, I would have lost my lunch. I quickly pulled my hand from Grahams as my son sauntered passed the maître de and towards our table.
"Andrew, this is Mr. Salling. Why aren't you...?"
"Had to go to the zoo. I was interviewing the new vet for the school paper. I told you about that, remember? I know you've been busy lately and haven't paid much attention. Last Saturday, at dinner. No, not Saturday, you couldn't be with us for dinner on Saturday. You had something to do at work, right? Maybe Sunday."
I watched in horror as he sat down.
"Anyway, I was walking down the street to the park when I saw you in here from the window. Which is great, I needed to talk to you..."
Seeing my opportunity, I interrupted. "At home, Andrew. We're having a business lunch and..."
"Salling? Nah, he doesn't care. He's fine. Maybe he can even chime in. Okay, here's the deal. My friend, Bob Bobberson, he saw his mother with a guy at a restaurant two weeks ago. He thought it was odd. They were really friendly, right? But she's married to his father, so they were probably just friends. Then he saw her in the parking lot of the Days Inn off exit 47. Ugghh. The Days Inn? Sounds cheap even to me and what do I know? Anyway, he said that she was with that dirtbag again, and they were kissing. Like, seriously kissing."
My heart started thundering. Andrew grabbed a roll from the basket and continued.
"I shouldn't, really, I'm cutting weight for next weeks match. I assume you won't be there, Mom. Too busy, I guess. Anyway, my friend knew in his head what was going on but couldn't admit it to himself. I mean, seriously. His father worked his ass off to provide for his family. One of those salt of the earth guys, you know? He'd never expect his hoe-bag of a wife to cheat on him. When he finally admitted to himself what was happening, Bob wanted advice."
The waitress showed up with our dishes. Andrew took Graham's and dug in. "Thanks! Miss, can you order two more of these, to go? Dad'll be working overtime. Again. And for some reason, Mom hasn't been around to cook dinner lately. Thanks." He turned back to me. "Anyway, I told him, listen, don't do anything physical to her. First off, she's a woman. You can't hit a woman. Second, she's your mom. I mean, you just can't fuck... sorry, mess her up. Her. You can't mess her up. Him? Well, that's a different story. You know what I'm saying, Salling? You're with me there, right?"
He took a few more bites. "Anyway, I told him, listen, anything like this happen in the past? He told me about things when he was growing up that he remembered differently now. How the neighbor was always over, way, way too often when his father was gone. How the contractor always had something to do in his mom's room when they were building the extension. Stuff like that. I told him to cut the whore out of his life. Entirely. I was like, Dude, she's taking deliberate and repeated actions to fuck up your family. She obviously doesn't give a fuck about you or your father or your brother. Oh, yeah. He has a brother, just like me. Anyway, never talk to her again. Nothing. Don't acknowledge her, let her grow old and die alone. No children, no grandchildren, no husband."
Andrew pushed the plate forward. "But the guy? Yeah. We did some research on minors and sentencing. Put a brick upside the back of the guy's head. He knew she was married. Him? Fuck him up. Get five of your friends, bring a bat or two. You'll be out of juvie in three years and it will be off your record. Sound good, Graham? Oh, here's the food. Well, you guys have a great day. See you whenever, Mom."
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The woman at the other end of the bar was staring at Marissa's tits again. It was really starting to get on her last goddamned nerve. She knew it was unfair to hold another woman to a different standard of lecherous behavior than a man, but somehow it felt worse coming from her than it would have coming from some dude--she was big-chested herself, she had to know what it felt like to constantly have someone talking to you while making eye contact directly with your fucking nipples. And yet there she was, nursing a cheap shitty beer and giving Marissa long, slow, ogling looks whenever she thought Marissa wasn't paying attention. It was frankly bullshit.
It really kind of ruined her night. Not that she was having much of a night anyway--she came down to the scummiest dive bar she knew to drink hooch, get absolutely plowed, and maybe shove someone's teeth down their throat if they even so much as looked like they were going to ask her about Derek. But however lousy her evening was, it was even lousier when some tiny little doe-eyed ditz with fake tits who didn't even look like she was worth punching kept looking in Marissa's direction like she was working up the nerve to propose a threesome with the boyfriend who was probably waiting back at home for her.
It was enough to make Marissa want to actually go back to her too-empty apartment and break open the bottle of whiskey she had sitting in the back of the cupboard. Sure, she'd probably end up drunk and maudlin and sobbing over old photos of her and Derek on their trip to Miami. But she was going to be drunk and maudlin wherever she was, and at least she wouldn't have to deal with a five-foot-nothing bleach blonde airhead who thought Marissa was going to be the sloppy bi-curious kind of drunk. She got up, her gait not quite steady but far from staggering, and left a fifty for the bartender before starting the long walk home.
It didn't take a full thirty seconds before she heard the door open and close behind her, and the sound of footsteps following her down the sidewalk. Marissa turned around with a sigh, already knowing she was going to see the woman from the bar. "Yes?" she asked wearily, her hands itching to close into fists even though the perky white blonde lady barely even came up to Marissa's collarbone. If she wanted to, she could probably rest those tits the stranger couldn't keep her eyes away from on the top of her empty little head.
The woman favored her with a bright, beaming smile that somehow didn't touch her eyes. Marissa felt a tiny shiver run down her spine at the sight of that cool gaze, a little note of wrongness in amongst the scenario that was otherwise running depressingly as expected. "Well, it's just that I saw you back at the bar, and you seemed like... you know, very much a woman with a certain air about you, a certain physical prowess that's very attractive in its own unique way. And I was just wondering--"
Marissa rolled her eyes and gave a long, weary look at the heavens. "Yes, I'm butch. No, that doesn't automatically make me gay or even bi. Yes, you're very pretty. No, I'm not interested in being your first or a third in your threesome or any other number you want to name. Yes, I'm drunk, no, I'm not drunk enough, yes, they're real, no, I don't like you staring at them, yes, I'll hit a woman, no, I don't want to have this conversation anymore. Does that answer all your questions?"
The woman's smile hardened a bit, and her icy blue eyes narrowed menacingly. "The important one, yes. Zoo time, babe. Time to join the menagerie. Master's been looking for a butch girl with big tits and you fit the profile." There was an odd, sinister coolness to her voice that came out of nowhere, but that wasn't why Marissa took a staggering step back and brought her hand up to her suntanned temple to try to rub the numbing shock out of her brain.
It was those words. 'Zoo time.' They reverberated in her head in an odd way, almost seeming to loop and echo and trigger a sense of familiarity that remained frustratingly out of reach. "I--I--what did you say?" she mumbled, her feet suddenly feeling unsteady beneath her in a way that the cheap vodka alone couldn't explain. Her eyes kept wanting to roll up in their sockets, and it was all she could do not to fall over. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself while the other kept trying to massage the weird buzz out of her skull.
The blonde sighed. "Oh dear," she said, her voice tinged with weary irritation that almost matched Marissa's own consternation of a few moments ago. "Let me guess, sweetie. You're one of those people who 'doesn't have time' for social media, right? You're on Insta, but only long enough to post pictures of yourself at the gym or sitting on the beach or going for a long walk through a picturesque forest, mm? Zoo time, bitch. Zoo time, zoo time, zoo time. It's going to work sooner or later."
The waves of dizziness grew worse, and Marissa had to clutch the wall with both hands to keep herself from slumping down it in a haze of vertigo. "Wha, wha, whass happening?" she slurred out, sounding like she'd already downed about half of the bottle of whiskey that was waiting for her. She felt a pounding in her head, but it didn't feel like an alcoholic haze or even the hangover she knew awaited her in the morning. It felt more like, like.... Marissa's eyes gave up the fight and rolled back in their sockets, and she finally recognized the throb as it went straight down her spine and into her clit. It was like the way she got in those first few weeks with Derek when they were constantly fucking horny for each other, that was what it was like.
The blonde grabbed her, pulling her away from the wall with a surprising amount of strength. Or maybe it was just that Marissa felt a surprising amount of weakness. "You're being activated, darling," she snarled, the sadism in her tones now entirely undisguised. "Master's gotten his hooks into you, same as he does with everybody, and he's finally decided to reel you in. You've been living life for the past decade under the sad, pathetic delusion that you had a will of your own, but that's only because Master didn't have a use for you. And now he does. Zoo time, honey. You won't be able to fight it forever."
Marissa's legs wobbled underneath her for a long, vertiginous moment before she finally collapsed to her knees in the middle of the sidewalk. She tried to focus her gaze on the blonde woman, but her eyes kept rolling back in her head again and again despite her best efforts to bring them under some kind of conscious control. "Wha... whass 'zoo time' mean?" she mumbled, her slack and nerveless lips garbling the words until they were barely intelligible. Oddly, the phrase didn't create that same echoing effect inside her head when she said it out loud. It was only when it came from the stranger that it made her feel... god, she was fucking soaked down there, wasn't she? Her whole pussy buzzed with a pleasant ache that made her long to wriggle out of her jeans and masturbate herself absolutely goddamn senseless.
The blonde grabbed Marissa by her close-cropped black hair and tugged her head back to look up at her through fluttering eyelids and dazed, barely visible pupils. "You mean zoo time, zoo time, zoo time?" she asked, her voice a picture of mock innocence. "It's your trigger phrase, silly girl. Yours and literally everybody else's. If you've ever spent more than an hour or two looking at your smart phone, you absorbed the programming subliminally... maybe a little less than other people, because you're Little Miss 'Pick Me, Boomers, I Don't Need the Internet to Have Fun', but it's all still there in your head. Master made sure of that. And when you see Master say it, or one of his special girls like me, it cracks the whip and makes you come to heel."
She reached down with her other hand, smacking it harshly but not painfully against Marissa's cunt. "Except that some girls are too dumb to listen the first time!" she snarled, squeezing and groping and teasing Marissa's already wet pussy to the point of desperation. "Come on, sweetie, zoo time. I don't have all fucking night for this."
For a moment Marissa held out the wild hope that the blonde woman was hurrying because she was worried about being caught--they were out in the open, in the middle of a public street, even if it was almost midnight on a Tuesday and the only people hanging around the bars at this time of night were probably jerking off to the sight of one woman giving another a pussy spanking. But the trigger tugged at her mind again, and she understood that the stranger didn't fear any kind of consequences for her actions--she could do this to anyone who interfered, and it would probably work better on them than it did on Marissa.
Not that it wasn't working on Marissa. She could feel her lips trembling with the desire to beg for another swat, something to finally put her in her place as just one more animal in Master's menagerie of rutting submissive beasts. Her body slowly sagged forward, the blonde relaxing her grip on Marissa's hair just enough to allow her to slump down onto her hands and knees. She let out a tiny mewl, an invisible collar closing around her neck as she began to see herself the way she knew Master must see her. Her mind pulsed red with arousal, the whole world spinning as she sank into the void that had always been waiting deep inside her own brain all this time.
"That's it, babe," the blonde purred, her voice now thick with triumph. She gave Marissa another hard smack between the legs, then tugged her by the hair into a helpless crawl that made the dazed and muzzy brunette feel like her clothes had simply evaporated into mist. "Zoo time for Master. Let's get you home where you can spend a little screen time and really melt that mind away, okay?" Marissa grunted affirmatively. Words were already getting harder for her, both to say and to understand.
She crawled down the sidewalk, the wet spot on the crotch of her jeans getting bigger with every step, until at last the woman led her to a nondescript gray van with a sliding door that opened to reveal a mattress on the floor and a variety of sex toys. "Clothes off, honey," the blonde said, and Marissa hastened to obey. The earlier aggression in her attitude had dissolved like cotton candy in the rain, leaving her meek and mewling and eager to do anything that might satisfy the craving in her cunt that pounded away like a second heartbeat. She clambered into the van and pressed her face against the soft fabric, sticking her rump high into the air and whimpering as she offered her pussy to her controller to be used.
It didn't take long before her pleas were answered. The blonde shoved an absurdly massive vibrator between her labia and turned it on, sending Marissa into spasms of pleasure that pinned her mind into dreamy vacancy and left her thoughts swirling in idle, fruitless circles. "That should hold you until we get home," the woman said dismissively, closing the sliding door and going around to the driver's side to start up the vehicle. Marissa didn't even have a chance to wonder what would happen to her apartment, her job, her shattered relationship... it all drained away into wet, whimpering ecstasy that left her nothing more than an animal desperate to be fucked. She barely even noticed the van driving off into the night, heading away from the life she knew to an uncertain destination.
Marissa was going into the menagerie. And already, she was daydreaming about the bars of her new cage.
THE END
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The chatter from the monkeys was deafening. We had picked a bad place for a first meeting. I looked around again. No one in sight but the gorgeous little female sitting on the bench looking around. Could it be? I had to find out. I got up and walked towards her. Her eyes followed me. I stopped in front of her. "Angela?" I asked. Her face broke into a lovely smile, "Yes, I am Angela."
"May I sit beside you?"
"NO!" I guess my disappointment showed. She quickly added, "It is too noisy here, lets find some place quieter." She rose and I offered my arm and she took it as we walked along a walk through the trees, There was a bench overlooking a small pond. I pointed to it and she smiled up at me and nodded. I took out my handkerchief and cleaned a place for her to sit. It was nice and quiet and in the shade. We turned towards each other and smiled. "I couldn't believe.."
We both said at the same time. We both grinned and laughed at each other.
"Ladies first," I said.
She said, "I couldn't believe you could be Mike Stewart. How could she do that to you?"
"I had the same problem, I kept watching you, you are very beautiful. How would any man be nuts enough to take a chance of loosing her? I said to myself. Can't be her I told myself. Then I crossed my fingers and asked you."
She smiled, "I don't want to even talk about them. How are you weathering the divorce?"
"I have been up and down. After five years of living with someone you become very lonesome by yourself. I don't cry as much anymore. How about you?"
"About the same, I keep wondering what I did wrong. I tried to be everything he wanted me to be. Did every thing he wanted to do. I was always there for him in every way."
She sniffled a little and I took her hand and looked in those big brown eyes filled with tears. "Stop that right now! I didn't come here to listen to you ball, that's my job."
She wiped her eyes, "I'm sorry, I promised myself I would never shed a tear over him again."
"Hey! If anyone in the world understands it is me. I have been told I have a very comfortable shoulder if you need to let it all out. Please don't cry, I hate it when you cry. I have a very bad Shining Knight Syndrome, If girls cry I have a irresistible urge to rescue them. Especially when they are as beautiful as you are."
"Thank you, You are very cute. It really does bother you a lot when I cry doesn't it, I can see it in your face."
"How can you call a big horse like me cute, I might buy,
nice, or pleasant, or even unugly, but not cute."
"Unugly? I'll just stick with cute, which is what you are."
"OK, Let's get down to serious business, what kind of music do you like, Do you like fishing, hunting, flying, boating or walking. Do you like museums, galleries, concerts? Do you swim. Can you bake a cake, do you like football and is your mother Irish?"
"Wow! You are serious, Let's see, I like country music, and I love fishing, hunting and boating, I swim like a fish and bake a mean cake. Mom isn't Irish but Daddy is. I love football."
She smiled up at me and I fell in love. I can't do this I thought to myself. I'm not ready for this. What can I do. Get up and run away as fast as you can. Yeah! Right.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"Oh! I'm sorry, where were we?"
"We were talking about what I like and I want to hear what you like, OK."
"I like you very, very much. I like the way you smile, I like the way you smell, I love the way you look. I love to hear you talk. I love the way you are. And I like all the things I asked you about."
"Oh! My! I feel the same about you. What are we going to do?"
"We are going to go slow, I would like to take you to dinner tonight, then dancing, even if I am not good at it at all. I want to keep learning about you. I need to know everything about you."
"I like your plan. We'll do it. Do I need to change my dress?"
"No you are perfect like you are."
"Would you help me change my shoes, then I can put them back on later."
I got on my knees before her and she placed her little foot on my knee. I untied the bow and carefully unwrapped it from her leg. She put it in her bag and handed me a little white low heeled shoe. She put the other sandal on my knee. I undid the ribbon and caressed her lower leg as I freed the ribbon. I exchanged the shoes. I wanted to spread her legs and plunge my face between them.
Instead I got up and we walked to the exit to the park. Without the heels she was even littler. I wanted to pick her up and hug her to me and just carry her every where with me forever. I loved the way she glanced up at me with a little smile. We found a shady bench and talked about where to go. I suggested we take her car to her mother and father's house where she was staying. Then we would take my car for the evening. She grinned up at me. "If we are going to my place I am going to take a real quick shower an slip into something else, OK." It was no time before we were at her family's house. I liked her Mom and Dad, she was tiny and lovely and he was a horse like me. I was glad he was not into testing people by their handshakes. She was gone only a few minutes She was wearing a little suit that was adorable on her. Sexy as all hell! I loved the way she looked. Her Dad looked at her and then at me. He smiled, "You will be back."
"You can take that to the bank, if she will invite me."
"I don't think you need to worry bout that, Son."
I helped her in my truck and said, "Now we just have to go to my place while I change."
She said, "Fine, is it far?"
"Not really."
We went in my apartment, "Can I trust you not to peek while I change?"
"No."
"Oh!"
I took a fast shower and put on some fresh slacks, slipped into a turtleneck and grabbed a blazer and was ready. She smiled when I came in. "You look cute in your birthday suit.
"What?"
"I'm only kidding, I didn't peek, I wanted to though."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Have you ever been to the Yearling Restaurant?"
"I have heard of it. I've never been. Isn't it a long way off?"
"I haven't been in years. It is about thirty minutes from here. Want to try?"
"If you want to go, I am with you."
"You are easy to get along with."
"I like to please. Don't ever cross me though. I can be a little bitch."
"I have a great deal of trouble seeing you as a bitch. You are too sweet. I think the first time a guy crossed you he would get little hint that you were not pleased, like a knee in the balls."
Her mouth dropped open, then she started laughing. She covered her mouth with her hands. She looked at me then giggled again. She was adorable when she laughed. I loved to watch her laugh.
"If you are going to be a bad boy maybe you better wear a jock strap with a cup."
"You wouldn't do that to me would you?"
"I might, just so I could kiss it and make it better." This time I did the double take.
She had another giggle fit, "You are fun to tease."
"Don't get ME mad. I might turn you over my knee and put a wooping on your bottom."
"Just so you could kiss it and make it better?"
"You got that right baby girl."
"I love it when you say that."
"What?"
"Baby girl."
"I love you baby girl."
"Don't say that, if you don't mean it."
"I do love you, baby girl. I just realized I really do."
"I think I am falling in love with you too, Mike."
"Oh! God! I hope so, I really hope so."
"I have never enjoyed being with someone so much in my whole life. I feel I have known you forever."
"I think we are almost there."
"Did you turn around a little bit ago?"
"Yes, I have had a change of plans."
"When do I get to hear about them."
"Not yet. Do you like sea food?"
"Yes I love it."
"Here is the new plan, I am going to stop at the Long John Silver's and get two shrimp dinner's to go. Then we are going to my place to eat them. OK?"
"Do you have any Captain Morgan at your place?"
"I sure do. That is my usual."
"Mine too. No wonder we love each other."
"You Do?"
"I do."
Twenty minutes later we walked in my apartment. I put the bags on the table and turned her to face me. I pulled her gently to me watching for any sign of resistance or discomfort from her. When she was close enough I placed my arms around her and lowered my face to hers she lifted her face to mine and our lips met. It was like sticking my tongue in a light socket. Wow! A shock went through my whole system. I loved it. I pulled back and looked at her, her eyes were closed. They slowly opened. "That was divine. Kiss me again." she murmured. I did. Equally wonderful.
I turned and took her arms and sat her at the little table. I got out some plates and put the meals on them. I poured some white wine in wine glasses and joined her at the table. I reached over and held her hand and said a prayer and thanked God for our food and for bringing us together. Her amen was as loud as mine. The dinner was nice but it could have been straw and I would have liked it. Her eyes never left mine as we ate. I looked at her when we were through, "Baby Girl, will you stay with me tonight?"
"Where did you get that name for me?"
"I don't know, I have never used it for anyone else. It just fits you, I think. I won't use it if you don't like it.
"I love it, it makes me tingle when you say it. And the answer is yes, yes, yes. I will stay with you as long as you will have me."
"Leave every thing on the table, I'll clean up later. Let's move into the living room for a while. We took our wine glasses an sat on the couch. I put my arm around her and kissed her lips softly. Heaven.
We broke the kiss and each sipped our wine. I looked at her, "Baby girl, I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman in my whole life, but I don't want to rush this seduction. I want to savor every second. It is like a really fine wine, you do not just gulp it down. It must be tasted and savored each sip you take. I may not be able to control my self later but that is how I feel now."
"Dear Mike, I feel the same way. I love the taste of your lips, the rest I will taste later. Kiss me some more, I love your lips and tongue."
I pulled her closer and let my hands caress her warm little body. She pulled away and I helped her take her suit jacket off. She had on only a little sheer bra. I wanted to rip it off. I didn't. Instead I pushed her off of me and stood and picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. Put her down and pulled the covers down. I lifted her onto the bed and she watched as I took my clothes off. My turtleneck flew across the room, followed by my pants. I looked at her as she watched me pull my boxers down. She gave a little smile when she saw my cock. She stood and dropped her skirt. She had on stockings, a garter belt and bra and panties. She looked at me as she removed the bra and panties. She was perfect. So damned hot looking. I sat on the bed and gently pulled her to me. Her breasts were at a nice height for my mouth so I put it to work on them. God they were good. The nipples just jumped up as my tongue touched them. Oh yes, they were so hard and long for her tiny body. I caressed the other breast and my free hand loved her back side. It felt so nice I had to turn her around and kiss it. She giggled.
I pulled her back on the bed where I could really have my way with her. I kissed her sweet lips for a long time while my hands roamed over her body. I kissed my way to her smooth shaven mound and moved between her thighs. I kissed the smooth soft skin above her stockings, satin. Warm smooth satin. Her secret places beckoned me. I was drawn there by an irresistible force. I spread her labia and parted her inner lips with my thumbs. My tongue searched for and found her clit. Her hands pressed my face deeper into her pussy. She smelled and tasted so sweet and clean I wanted to lick and suck on every inch of her. I did my best to do that until she pulled at my head and begged me to enter her.
"I need you inside me now, please do me now my lover. Please fuck me now. Your baby girl wants you to fuck her now. Oh! Yes, Yes, just like that. Oh! Wow! You are so big. I love it. Oh! Wonderful! Soooo Gooood! Oh my yes. I love that. Yes, kiss me too. Ahhhh, my Godddd." She screamed my name and I stopped and looked at her afraid I had hurt her.
She shouted, "Noooo don't stop noww. Keeep going, Oh! Yes lover, harder, Ayeeeeeeee! Oh! OH! Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." She was quiet, her head to one side with a beautiful smile on her lovely face. I reached down and pulled the covers up over us as I pulled my limp soldier out of her hot tight tunnel.
I softly kissed her lips and she opened her eyes and grinned. "Wow! Hold me. I love you Mike. Hold me tight. Mmmm that's so good to feel you against me." I kissed her again and her eyes slipped closed. I was so content, I only hoped it was as good for her. I turned off the light. I watched her as she slept.
I got up and cleaned up the leftovers from dinner and put things away. I got a clean towel and raised her hips and covered the large wet spot. I climbed back in bed and turned off the light and pulled her to me. She moaned and snuggled close to me. Wonderful.
I woke in the morning and turned and watched her sleep. God she was beautiful. Her eyes fluttered and opened. A big smile was her greeting. She wiggled over closer to me and buried her face in my shoulder. "I know I look a sight. My hair a mess and my makeup all smeared."
"I have been watching you for twenty minutes and I think you are the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen." She lifted her head and kissed me. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. She pulled back a little and looked at me with wide eyes, "You even taste good in the morning."
"You do too!"
Just then my phone rang. I answered it. "Hi! Pop, how are you this wonderful, beautiful morning?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing."
"I'm fine, how is Goldie?"
"She is fine, we were wondering if you could join us for brunch?"
"Just a second Dad." I looked at Angela, "Would you like to meet my father for brunch?" She nodded.
"I would love to come if I can bring my new best friend."
"Of course you can, Is ten too early?" I looked at my girl, "Ten?"
"Fine. Will I have time to go change?" I nodded.
"Dad, we will be there about ten. I love you. Bye."
"Angel we can shower here and get a cup of coffee then go by your place on our way to Dad's."
"Where does he live?"
"Out near Fort McCoy. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes I do, my Grandpa lived near there. It sounds like a plan to me. Come on I want to make love before we shower."
"Now that sounds like a plan to me." I pulled her to me and kissed her hard while my hands roamed over her body. She squealed and pulled away and pushed me on my back with surprising strength.
She was on my stomach before I knew what was going on. Her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue tickled mine. "I am going to love you this morning. Lay back, and I hope you enjoy it." She slid down my body, her soft breasts trailing over my chest. She played with my nipples for a moment with her lips and hands.
Then she straddled my hips and raised up. She grinned at me and unfastened her strawberry blond hair and threw her head from side to side creating a mane of golden hair framing her face and covering her breasts down to her waist. She slipped over my erection and grasped it with both her little hands.
"Oh! He is as beautiful as he feels." Her mouth covered the head of my pulsing shaft. She sucked gently on it. The she kissed her way to my pubic hair and rubbed her little nose in it. "I love the way that smells, so sexy. Makes me soooo hot. She slavered her saliva over the length of him and stroked the slippery shaft with her hands while her mouth loved the crown. I knew I couldn't take that for very long.
I told her I was about to cum in her mouth and she grinned, "I want that, but I want him inside me first." She lifted over me and guided my cock to her pussy. She was wet and ready. She slipped all the way down over him. Then she started to move, damn she really knew how to work that rod with the sheath of her pussy. It grasped, then released him over and over. I was like a wet velvet glove stroking me.
Oh! Shit, this is heaven, Jesus, I knew I was going to shoot my load in a second. I told her so. She lifted off him and slipped down and took him in her mouth. Her hands twisted as they slipped over the shaft. Her mouth sucked and licked and sucked again.
I felt the familiar sensation surging through me, only stronger than ever before. White lights flashed in my eyes. Thunder crashed in my ears. My cum pulsed into her sweet mouth. Every thing dimmed for a bit then I felt her warm lips on mine and she was asking if I were alright. I held her tight and whispered that I was more alright than I had ever been in my whole life. I told her that was the best orgasm of my entire life. I put my hands under her arms and lifted her over me.
I got her by the hips and pulled her over my face. I placed her pussy over my face and ate her out. I feasted on her clit until she was screaming with joy. I sucked her inner lips in my mouth and pulsed the suction on them while I move up and down her slit. I pulled her forward a little more and rimmed her little pink ass hole.
She shrieked as I pushed my tongue inside as far as I could. Her juices were flooding my face now and I slurped up all I could reach. A shudder went through her and she slumped off to the side.
In an instant her lips were on mine. "Oh! God you are wonderful. Everything you do feels so damned good. You make me feel things I have never felt before."
"Baby girl, you do the same to me. I want to just stay here with you and make love all day long. OK."
"We'll do that tomorrow, We have to get going now don't we?"
"Yes Dear, you are right. Humm, I think I can look forward to a lifetime of saying that to you?"
"That has to be the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me. Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Me too! Especially the part about me being right!"
"I didn't hear that."
"You said it, not me."
"I know, sometimes my mouth just goes off on it's own."
"I love you, Mike, I'll let you be right once in a while."
"Thank you, Dear, You are right."
We turned off the highway and on a narrow winding road that crossed the end of a long cleared field extending over a low rise in the ground.
"What is that, a proposed highway?"
"No that's Dad's airstrip."
"Your father has his own airport?"
"Yep, he sure does. You will like him, he calls himself the Old Grouch, but he is a old softie. I love him to pieces. He has a brand new lady. They are engaged. I haven't met her yet."
"Is this road part of his place too?"
"Yeah, we have been on his place since we turned off the highway. This is the driveway to his house. You will see it when we turn that next bend."
"Is that his house next to that palm grove? Oh! It is nice."
I laughed, "No sweetie that is the servant's quarters."
"What?"
"Yep, the old grouch lives in the palm grove, you'll see the house soon. There it is now. There is Hiro, Dad's House boy." We stopped under the portico and the Japanese man opened Angela's door.
"Welcome to the Stewart home Missy, you velly welcome here."
"Thank you Hiro, thanks for the rose too!"
"Hey, Mikey, good to see you man!"
"Good to see you too Hiro, you look good, how is Anna?"
"She is fine, the Boss and his lady are on the patio. Wait 'till you see Miss Goldie." Hiro grinned like a monkey. I gave my arm to Angela and led her into the cool house. We walked through a large foyer and then through a huge living room. We could see my Dad and a woman under the shade of a large umbrella. He jumped up when he saw us. He was tall, broad shouldered and very handsome. 'Mike, you look good, Wow, who is this lovely child?"
"Dad this is Angela Peterson. What do you think, she look like a keeper?"
"Son if she isn't I don't know what you are looking for, but I know you won't find it." He bowed and took Angela's hand and kissed the back of it. A smile lit her face and she pulled his face down and brushed his lips with hers. Dad grinned and turned to the beautiful woman behind him, "Mike, Angela, this is my fiancée, Golden Dawn Porter. Goldie, the big ugly guy is my son Mike and his new best friend Angela."
Goldie held her hands out to Angela and said, "Oh my! You are a tiny little jewel, cute as can be. I am so jealous of you, I am a such big old gal. Let's go talk. We are going to be great friends." The two of them disappeared toward the dining room.
Dad and I grinned at each other. "Son, I think, from the look in your eye you are in love with that little girl."
"Yes and from the way you look at Goldie, you are gut hooked. You won't be able to throw this hook."
"No, I sure can't. I am going to ask you again to think about moving out here with us. We can build you a new house if you want."
"Dad, the only reason I haven't moved out here is because that bitch I was married to didn't like living so far from the night life. I think this one is different. You can ask her if you want to. We are not really into the long range planning stages of our relationship yet. I only met her yesterday."
"Boy you sure move fast, but I knew Goldie one day before I asked her to come home with me."
"You know who she is don't you?"
"No I don't have the slightest idea."
"Dad, she is the ex-wife of the guy who was sleeping with Jane."
"You are kidding, he must have been nuts, she is absolutely gorgeous."
"My exact words, Dad. Oh! Here they come. They sure are two hot chicks."
Goldie said, "Who are hot chicks?"
"The two of you, that's who."
They were both grinning, "Brunch is served, our Lords and Masters."
We had a delightful meal. Hiro and his wife Anna did themselves proud. Dad was as happy as a pig in shit, me too.
The girls wanted to go for a river cruise. Sounded good, so we did it. When we got back we gathered in the family room.
Angela and Goldie were thick as thieves and giggled together and teased us unmercifully. We loved every second of it. Goldie said Dad had promised her a breast enlargement and she wanted Angela to get one too. I looked at Angela and made a frame of my forefingers and thumbs like movie directors do when they are visualizing a shot.
I said I thought that was like gilding the lily. I looked at Goldie the same way. "I don't think either one of you need a thing done to you. Angela might get a nose job. Goldie could stand a itty bitty more breast. Angela has just exactly the right breasts for her size. They are a perfect mouth full now."
"Mike! You embarrass me. And what is wrong with my nose?
You said you loved it last night."
"Baby girl, I do love it, it is perfect. I loved your breasts too! Your whole body is perfect. I just wanted to yank on your chain a little."
She grinned, "Look out or I'll give you a nose job with my fist."
Dad laughed, "Watch your mouth son. They might gang up on you."
"Dad, when are you and Goldie going to tie the knot?"
"She wants the boob job first so she can fill out the dress she likes. She goes for a meeting with the doctor on Monday. We will see what he says."
I laughed, "It must be one of Dolly Parton's old dresses if she can't fill it now." Even Goldie laughed at that one.
Goldie looked at me and said, "Mike, I love your daddy more than anything in the world, I just want to please him. We were in the Keys last week and there were a bunch of really, really beautiful girls there. I saw him watching their busts. I was a bit jealous. I want him to look at me like that every day. Is that a bad thing for me to want?"
"Now that I think about it, Dad has always been a tit man. I think you are right." I thought Dad would bust a gut he laughed so hard. My baby girl ran to him and hugged him.
"Your daddy is sweet, don't pick on him."
"Mike is right about me. I have always admired a well filled bra. I am happy with Goldie as she is, but I will not deny she would be stunning with one size larger bust. And if that will make her happy, why not?"
I looked at the group and said, "Ok, we all agree, Goldie gets a breast augmentation job, now for Angela. What do you think Pop?"
"What is she now, a C or D cup? I think her bra runith over now. She is perfect, or a hair large, for her body. NO on the nose job too!"
"Goldie?"
"No and no, but I do want her to hold my hand when I go."
I smiled at my darling girl, "No, NO."
Angela smiled all around. "I agree, No for me. Now how about a penile augmentation for Mike. Goldie first."
"Honey, If he is like his daddy I don't know what you would do with it unless you are desperate for a handy clothes line pole."
Angela giggled, "Sorry Mike, request denied."
Hiro entered with a tray of little sandwiches, crudités and chicken wings with a dip.
After a snack The girls said they wanted to go in the pool. Goldie told us that Hiro had put our things in the guest suite. My lady and I found our swim suits laid out on the bed with beach towels. Angela grinned at me. "Every thing here is so wonderful and perfect, I love it."
"I love my baby girl. Kiss me."
Dad looked good in his suit, he was still a very powerful swimmer. Goldie had a little Bikini on that was really hot. Angela wore what appeared to be a very conservative suit under a sheer cover up. When she took off the cover up she had on a tiny suit that you had enough material for three suits from one small handkerchief. She was a knock out.
She dove in the pool and I just stared after her. I dove in too, hoping no one noticed the increasing size of the bulge in my suit. After a while Goldie and Dad got out. I got out and brought a beach towel for Angela as she got out and I wrapped her in it. She grinned her thanks." Dad looked at Angela and I. "You two make a perfect couple. Are you going to live together?"
I looked at her, "I would love that, I haven't asked her yet. I hope so."
She looked at me. "I want that very much."
Dad said, "There, I took care of that. Now I have something for the two of you to talk over. Goldie and I want the two of you to live here with us. Later, if you want we will build you a new house nearby or whatever you guys want. Talk it over."
I looked at Angela who was simply vibrating with a huge grin on her face. "I don't think we need a long discussion on this, I vote yes, but the final say is Angela's."
She looked at all of us, "This is a big decision, I love all of you, I have never felt so welcome anywhere in my life. I must, however, defer to the man I have come to love with all my heart and soul. He is truly my lord and Master. We will do as he wishes, that is my answer."
"Do you wonder why I love her? I think she said Yes."
Goldie clapped her hands, "Oh! Wonderful, she will be the little sister I always wanted."
"Angela grinned at Goldie, "If you don't call me Daughter, I won't call you Mom."
Goldie giggled, "You have a deal, Sweetie."
Dad said, "Well I handled that pretty well, didn't I? Now for the next Item on the agenda. There is a little fly-in tomorrow not far from here. Goldie and I are going to take the Goose, would you like to accompany us?"
My little girl looked at me with a blank expression on her face.
"The Goose is an antique airplane Dad and I completely rebuilt from the ground up. It took us five years. You will love it."
Goldie yelped, "Oh! Yes, you will love it, Ted brought me here from Montana in it. It is really something. He just swept me off my feet. I was looking a cold Montana winter in the eye and this handsome hunk offers to fly me in his gorgeous airplane to sunny Florida.
What else could I say but, Hell Yes! Best decision I ever made. Hey guys, all kidding aside, he is the love of my life." She threw her arms around Pop's neck and kissed him as tears ran down her cheeks.
I got up and walked to them and took Goldie in my arms and kissed her lips softly, "Goldie, Welcome to the family, welcome home." She put her hands over her face and really cried hard. I looked at Angela who gave me a loving smile as she nodded. I pulled out my handkerchief and gave it to Goldie who ran from the room. Angela ran after her. I looked at Pop, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No son, I think you said something exactly right. She is crying for happy."
The girls came back and Goldie pulled my face down and kissed my lips, "Mike, I love you, now I feel I really belong here. Thank you so much."
Angela hugged me and kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Mike Stewart, you are a very sweet guy, I love you."
Dad grinned at us, "Dinner at Seven, Cocktails at six, dress will be informal, very casual."
I took my girl's hand and led her to our rooms. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I opened the cover up and pulled the little pieces of cloth off her breasts. The nipples were firm and erect. I looked at them very carefully. "They are absolutely perfect. Please don't even think of changing them, please."
She held my face with both hands and tilted my face up so she could kiss me. "Thank you my man. They love you to touch them. They love your kisses and any thing you have done to them. I don't want to change them unless you want it." I pulled her down on top of me. I rolled her on her back and removed her suit as she watched. Her breath was coming faster and faster. Mine was too.
I threw our clothes aside and moved on top of her. I kissed her sweet lips and whispered how much I loved and worshiped her. She spread her legs and pulled on my hips. I lifted a little and her little hand guided my cock to it's home.
He slipped in an inch or two where I stopped. He throbbed and I had to slide in a bit more before I stopped again. She was moaning softly now. I took him all the way home in one hard thrust.
She cried, "Oh! Yes my lover, he feels so damned good. Just move a tiny bit, Yes just like that. Oh! My! That feels wonderful, Now sock it to me, Fuck me hard, Mike, Yes. That's the way. Oh! I'm cuming, don't stop. I love it so!
Here I go again. Please cum with me. I want to feel you cum inside me. Give me your babies. I want them. I really do."
I came like a water hose, she had me so hot I just spurted and spurted over and over. I didn't remember ever cuming so much. I fell beside her really drained. Happy as a lark though. Happy and content. I was in love with this cute little creature. I would never get enough of her.
Dinner was delightful. Goldie and Angela looked radiant. Pop and I looked a bit tired. Hiro and Anna out did themselves again. After dinner Anna came out and met Angela. She asked each of us what we would like for breakfast. After she got our orders she turned to Angela, "Miss Angela, We are very happy to have you here, you make Mikey smile, Hiro and I love that. Thank you for loving him."
Angela had tears in her eyes as she watched her walk away.
"Wow! You must be really mean to them."
"Who, me?"
Angela was thrilled when I put her up front in the Grumman Goose the next morning. Dad and Goldie sat in back like big shots. Dad had cranked in the GPS numbers for our destination. It was only five miles away but we were going to fly around a bit before landing.
All of us had headsets on so we could all talk to each other. I started the two radial engines and taxied to the strip. I contacted Ocala Tower and got the altimeter setting and told them we would be on a local hop with our transponder on, We would be flying below two thousand feet.
I ran the engine check and I looked at Angela. She grinned at me. Pop and Goldie said they were ready. I checked for traffic and pushed the overhead throttles all the way forward. We roared down the strip and lifted off with plenty of room to spare.
I retracted the gear and leveled off at fifteen hundred feet. The old bird felt really good, solid as a rock and smooth as silk. I pointed out things on the ground as Pop gave both Goldie and Angela a running description of what they were seeing.
Pop asked me to do a low flyby at our destination. I advised any traffic of our intentions and made a wide turn to line up with the strip. I shoved the throttles full forward. I eased the nose forward and dropped down to tree top level. I saw Angela glance at me.
We came over the trees at the end of the strip and I dropped further down to about ten feet over the grass. We were pushing two hundred and twenty miles an hour. There were planes lined up in front of the hangers. At the other end of the strip I climbed to a thousand feet while turning and throttled back. I dropped the gear and put down half flaps. I turned base and made a nice gentle turn rolling the wings level at fifty feet and a hundred feet from the end of the strip.
We touched down smoothly without a bounce and turned off before we were halfway down the strip. A golf cart led us to a parking spot. I shut the old girl down with regret. I loved to fly her. Pop and Goldie were climbing down the ladder when we got to the door.
Dad helped Angie down and I followed. We walked to a large group of grinning people. One guy grabbed my hand and introduced himself as Buck Larimore the owner of the strip. He said he was dieing to examine the Goose. He pointed to a beautiful old Grumman Duck and said it was his pride and joy.
A beautiful young girl introduced herself to Angela and they walked off together. I showed Buck the Goose and liked him a lot. No bullshit about him and he really knew his stuff about old planes. We went over and looked at the old Duck, it was an amazing reconstruction of an almost extinct aircraft. He and his father had worked together on it.
He had a number of old planes including two SNJ Texans. I told him we only had one other plane right now but we were looking for a project. He asked what our other plane was. I told him a A-37 and he about flipped out.
He wanted me to go get it. We looked for Pop and he introduced me to Buck's Dad and a bunch of other people. I took him aside and told him about Buck's request. He said it was fine with him. I found Buck and he offered to fly me over in a SNJ to get the A-37. I told Angie what I was up to and we thundered off in the old war bird. It was my first time in one. I really liked it. He did a few rolls and landed at our place. I told him to go on back and I would be along shortly.
It took me awhile to get the plane out and put the stuff I needed in the right hand seat and lash it down. I put some stuff in the baggage container too. It was an hour later when I was back in the air in the little jet. I headed right at Buck's place at full bore.
I was doing 450 as I crossed the end of the strip this time. I continued straight ahead and throttled back and stayed very low. I made a sweeping turn and came over the field and went to full throttle as I surprised every one.
They were all looking for me from where I had disappeared. I circled and came across the strip at five hundred feet and made a military brake or pitch out type landing. I taxied in and parked where directed by Buck. I shut her down and took my helmet off and saw Angela watching me. I got out and hugged her, "I missed you something terrible. This is the longest we have ever been apart." She laughed, "Yeah! A whole hour and a half. But I did miss you too. You scared me when you snuck up behind us. Can I ride home in this with you?"
"I planned on it. Do you really want to?"
"I am a little frightened but I trust you." I gave her a cockpit checkout and showed her how the ejection seats worked. I had brought several helmets with me and found one to fit her. We were ready.
We went and joined the party. We found Pop and Goldie talking to the Larimores, Buck and his wife, Lucy and his father, Fred and Fred's wife Jessie. I found us a couple of chairs and we joined them at a table under an umbrella. They were talking about, what else, airplanes.
Lucy Larimore took Angie's hand and asked if we would like to see their house. Angela looked at me and we agreed to go with her. Goldie wanted to go too. We all got in the golf cart and crossed the strip and followed a narrow road to a long oak lined drive. At the end was a huge old plantation house.
Lucy explained that they were redoing the old house, it had been empty for years because Buck and his dad didn't need that much room or the worries and stuff it took to live there. They were newlyweds and were living in a doublewide near the hangers. The old place was very lovely with very high ceilings and huge rooms. It had beautiful views across the country side. A horse farm was next door and rather close. Lucy said it belonged to them too but they had it leased out. Too much to care for. She told us she was a pilot too, but she was retired now. "I'll let the boys play with the planes and I'll do the domestic stuff. But I go where Buck goes, I trust him, but he is too cute to let out alone. No use tempting fate." She grinned, and said, "I love him too much to take any chances."
Angie looked at her and said she thought that was a very sound policy. "Both Mike and I have suffered because we didn't follow that policy."
"How was that?"
His wife and my husband were playmates for a long time before he caught them in his bed. Mike and I never met until yesterday."
"you are kidding, I though the two of you were married."
"We think we are very much in love and we are going to live together for a while."
I smiled, "She thinks, I know I love her."
Lucy grinned, "Another good rule, tell each other whenever you can, that you love them. Don't be ashamed about who hears you."
Angela and I looked at each other, "I love you." we said in unison.
We rejoined the party and we met Tag Gordon and his wife. Angie recognized the wife instantly. She was drop dead gorgeous and seemed to be very sweet. Dad and Goldie knew them and were very friendly with them.
I liked them both, they were in a lovely little amphibian they had flown up from the Keys. Angela whispered that the wife was Mackie Ann Stone the famous country Music Star.
I looked at her and couldn't believe I hadn't recognized her. Not being real stupid I told my baby girl the truth. "I didn't pay much attention to her. I only have eyes for you, my love." That got me a nice kiss.
Mackie and Goldie seemed to be good friends and Goldie wanted Angie to sit with them and talk. I grinned at her husband Tag, "Looks like girl talk to me. Want to talk planes, football or fishing?"
"I sure do. Your wife is really something, She is as cute as my wife."
"Thank you, I agree, but she is not my wife yet. We are working on it though."
"Engaged?"
"Not really, we just met yesterday."
"So what is the hold up? I met Mack one day, and married her the next, didn't even know who she was. Go for it."
"I feel like you do. I think it will happen soon."
"Hey, fly her down and bring your Dad and Goldie. I have a guy there who is a preacher who will marry the two of you in a heart beat. He married Mackie and I on my house boat."
"Damn that sounds good, I am terrified she will get away from me some how. Let me talk to her, then Dad and Goldie." If you are serious, I will let you know something in a few minutes."
"I am serious. I know just how you feel, it was the best thing I ever did."
I went looking for Angela, Dad said she was with Mackie and Goldie and some other ladies. I looked around and then saw a group of women talking under a umbrella. I spotted Angie with them. I walked up to her and lifted her out of her chair. I knelt in front of her and asked, "Will you marry me?" She stared at me like I was crazy.
"Are you serious, Mike. Do you mean that?"
"With all my heart and soul."
"Yes, Yes I will marry you, anytime, anywhere, just name it." I stood and kissed her hungrily. I pulled back, "Maybe tomorrow. Let's go talk to Dad, Goldie come on."
The whole crowd followed us to where Dad and Tag and others were sitting. I told everyone about Tag's invitation. Dad grinned, "Tag, how many people can you put up for a wedding party?" Tag looked at Mackie and when she came to him they talked softly together. "About twenty four in comfort if we use the houseboat. Not counting the Bride and Groom."
Dad looked around, "How many can we fly down to the Keys." Buck's Dad said six. My dad said eight, Tag said four. Buck said six. Dad said, "Perfect, how many want to go?"
Dad looked at everyone, "Just a second, I love Tag for his offer, but doesn't it make more sense to fly Bill, the Preacher and his wife Mary up here. We can throw a wedding together damned quick right over at my place. Most of you live nearby and I can put up half a dozen of you at my place.
Everyone looked at each other. Dad asked Tag to call and see if Bill and Mary were willing and available. Tag pulled out a cell phone and walked off talking on it. Everyone waited until he walked back grinning.
"Everything is taken care of. These two will be married tomorrow, if the Lord is willin'." Tag explained that Bill and his wife would be flown to the Ocala Airport in the morning in Mackie's Learjet. Someone could meet them and fly or drive them to our place.
I looked at my bride to be, "I think you need to call your folks right now. They can come for dinner tonight and spend the night if they want."
Angela looked a little stunned. "Is all this going too fast for you Baby Girl? Do we need to slow down? I know this is really fast. I am just scared to death you will somehow change your mind, then what would I do?"
"No, no, I am so happy! I am just thinking of what to wear. What I need to do. Let me call my folks right now. This will be a shock for them."
I handed her my cell phone. She punched in the numbers and when someone answered she asked mom to get her dad on the line too. She explained what was going on. She looked startled. "What?" She smiled, "They thought we would already be married by now. They are going to pack everything Mom thinks I will need and bring it out to your Dad's place later. Can you give my father directions?"
I told her father how to get to our home. He said He thought he knew the place.
I told everyone that Angela and I were going to take the little jet home and that we would see them later. I got my lady all strapped in the seat and helped her with the helmet. When it was all secure and she was all plugged in I got in the other side. I started the two jets and taxied out. I made a call on Unicom and announced our departure.
I turned on the end of the strip and poured the coal to her. We were airborne half way down the strip. I raised the gear and stayed low and did a hard 270 degree turn to the left then rolled 180 degrees back to the right and turned 90 degrees and leveled the wings. We were moving pretty good now. I glanced at Angie, "You OK?"
"Woopee! I love it!"
We zipped past the planes on the ground and I sucked back on the stick in a five G pull up and when we were vertical I slapped the stick to the left side of the cockpit and we rolled rapidly going straight up. When the airspeed bled off I stopped the roll and leveled off. I looked at Angela and loved it when she grinned back at me, "Do it again, please, I love it."
I made a wide sweeping turn and lined up with the strip. I reduced power and dropped the gear and flaps I descended as if we were landing. When we crossed the end of the strip I added a bit of power as I rolled us inverted. We flew the length of the strip up side down, then I rolled over and headed home. We cruised along at low altitude until I turned in on our approach to Pop's strip. We touched down and taxied to the hanger. I opened the canopies and hurried to get Angela out after being sure she had properly safetyd the ejection seat like I had taught her. She was grinning from ear to ear. She hugged me and said, "Wow! That was fun. You are really fun to be with. Never a dull moment." She helped me get the bird back in the hanger. We were walking to the golf cart when two SNJs roared down our strip in tight formation. They circled around and came over the field and the first plane broke hard to the left while the second plane continued straight ahead for a few seconds then made his turn follow the first plane. They swept around in a hard turn, one following the other. The first one touched down and taxied over to our tie down area. Number two was right behind them. They parked and shut down. We walked over and were surprised when the pilot of the first plane turned out to be Lucy. She waved and climbed down followed by her husband Buck from the back seat. The second plane was flown by Buck's dad Fred, his lady Jessie rode in back. Another plane was heard in the distance. It was in fact two planes, the Goose with a Lake amphibian flying wing on it. They landed and the party was transferred to the Stewart ranch. They all moved to the pool and patio area. Hiro had been warned and he had a bar set up and hors d'oeuvres' were ready.
I was proud of how lovely Dad's place looked. Angela couldn't believe Hiro and Anna were able to be ready so fast. She even asked Anna if she could help. Anna hugged her and said everything was under control and that she was the Bride and she was just supposed to stand around holding the Groom's hand. That plan sounded good to me. I didn't plan on letting Angie out of my sight before the wedding.
Angie's folks found the place with no problem. We unloaded Angela's things into our suite. I tried on my lightweight navy blue suit and Angela approved of the way I looked. She wouldn't let me see what she was going to wear. At one point we just stood and held each other and calmed down. I told her the only people we had to please was ourselves, and that I was already very pleased with her in every possible way.
Dinner was perfect, how Anna and Hiro did it was beyond us. They did have some extra people helping them, but getting every thing ready for a wedding, plus feeding all the extra people was a real challenge.
I don't know how everything was managed but we stood before Tag's friend, Preacher Bill right on time. Angela was beautiful in a little white suit, hat, shoes and gloves were all white. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Dad had given me my Mom's wedding ring to slip on her finger. When it was over I took her in my arms and told her I couldn't believe how lucky I was and that she had really married me. She kissed me hard and said, no, she was the lucky one. Thus we had our first argument before the vows had cleared the air. We held hands and prayed that it would be our last disagreement.
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I groggily pad my way into the bathroom, noting that the little mirror medicine compartment thing over the sink is open. I frown, and shut it. I stare into my face, blinking my large, green eyes. I press my ears down against the top of my head, and flap them up and down a few times, stretching them. I wriggling my nose, before sticking a finger in my mouth and pulling up my lips.
I lean back slightly and look over my teeth, the odd but familiar mix of razor-sharp fangs and grinding molars looking pearly white. I let go of my lips and stare at myself in the mirror. I hold out my hand, and run it over my furry face, tracing the orange and black stripes running through my hair like some weird dye job. The white fur around my mouth, nose and eyes. It's all softer than silk, this fur. I hold up my hand again, noting the pattern of the white, orange and black fur. I extend my claws, each rendering my otherwise normal, nimble human fingers deadly weapons.
I flex my hand, my eyes running over my claws. I retract them, and look into the mirror again. I flash a sardonic smile at my reflection.
"What's new, pussycat?"
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I sigh, and brush the feathers from my pillow. I glare, knowing that it can't reach my "hair", but it makes me feel better anyway.
I flap out my wings, and stretch my arms up in the air with them. I close my eyes, relishing the feeling and the pops of the joints. I lower all four of my appendages, and tilt my head back and forth. I then turn and walk to the window of my bedroom. I open the window, and breathe deeply of the fresh morning air. My nipples harden against the soft silk of my nightgown, and I blush slightly. Still, the air carries with it the promise of wonderful thermals and clear blue skies. I turn from the window, and sigh again.
"Stupid feathers..." I brush them off my bed, white, gold and black fluttering to the floor.
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"Well everyone, it's time for our group again," the psychologist, Dr. Smith, announces with a soft smile. I shift in the plastic chair, and am relieved that this one has a hole in it so I don't sit on my tail. Dr. Smith turns to me, her blue eyes twinkling in a slightly annoying fashion. She has no right to be so cheerful in the morning...
"So, Andrew, why don't you start off by telling us how your week was?" I turn my head and look at the other members of this chapter of the Hybrids Support Group. Emily Fletcher, looking perfectly angelic even before she acquired her wings and feathery hair. She sits calmly, but with a nervous twitter that's so birdlike I have to remind myself she was like that before her transformation. Next to her sits my brother, Benjamin, his cheap plastic chair creaking warningly under his huge girth. He looks at me with a sneer, his thick brown fur somewhat ruing the effect. It can't be helped, he looks like a huge teddy bear. His meathook-like claws do keep him from being teased. On occasion.
Next to him, Annie Majors stands, twiddling her thumbs. She used to be confined to a wheelchair due to a genetic condition. Now, she's a perfectly normal and healthy teenaged girl with chestnut hair and pretty blue eyes... From the waist up. The media types call her and others who 'mutated' like her centaurs for a reason. Her tail, not quite horse-like but nowhere near human, flicks uncomfortably behind her. Her brown coat is neatly brushed, and she has a red ribbon in her hair.
Edging next to her, sneaking obvious glances, is Dakota Lanyard. He's become a faun, horns and all, with a ruddy red hue of fur to match his hair. Thankfully he's wearing a shirt, over his bare chest. The last time I saw him he was trying to be a "traditionalist". A traditionalist what?
And finally, there's me. Andrew Stewart. Tiger-boy. I prop my large, feline-feet up on an unused chair in the high school classroom we've all decided to meet in and waste a perfectly good Saturday morning.
"I'm swell. The media finally backed off the lawn. I tried roaring at them again but it just brought them back." I shake my head and sigh. "Just because I was the first doesn't make me the main attraction."
"They seem to think you're the first patient," Dr. Smith surmised. I look at her with a mix of incredulity and black humor. Really? I couldn't tell...
"It's not like you caused it, Andrew," Emily speaks up. She shrugs both her shoulders and her wings. "The doctors have concluded that much."
"But not why this happened... Or how to reverse it," Annie spoke quietly. She sighs. Dakota edges a bit closer in his chair. I shoot him a glare, and he backs off.
"I've managed to keep my protective and... other instincts under control," I continue. I shrug. "I haven't killed any of the neighbor's pets for a while."
"Very good, Andrew. Now, Benjamin?" My bear-hybrid brother raises a bushy eyebrow.
"I got on the high school football team. I got the ACLU to back me up," he stated proudly. I roll my eyes. No wonder those animal's rights groups have doubled their efforts to hire us.
"Ah. What position?"
"Running back," Benjamin grinned, his teeth bared in delight. "Nobody can stop me... Except maybe that dragon-kid from Englewood."
"Emily? Anything you'd like to talk about?" Smith moved on. Emily shuddered.
"The stalkers have been... Dissuaded," she spoke, smiling for a split second at me. I nod marginally at her. She's like my little sister, always has been, since my mother died when I was eight. Ben tends to ignore her for some reason, but I'm always there when she asks me to be.
Plus, ripping those guy's clothes off and throwing them into a pile of manure was fun.
"By whom?" Smith asked, shooting a suspicious look at me. I shrug innocently.
"The police," Emily replied, which was true. Sort of. Smith turned to Dakota and shook her head at him.
"Dakota, your parents have expressed concerns over your visits to the zoo. As have the zoo keepers themselves. Would you like to talk about it?" Dakota flushed, and I grimaced. Even if he was a lecherous hump, it technically wasn't his fault.
"The hormones... I try not to... I really do, but..." He stamped his hooves in helplessness. Smith sighed.
"I think one of the doctors on the case can give you more hormone suppression shots. Annie? Anything you'd like to share?"
"I don't have to go to the bathroom outside anymore," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile. Ben snorts while Dakota looks interested. I shoot him another deathglare and growl low enough so that only he can hear it, and he looks away. I then smack the back of my head. Quit the protecting the females crap!
"Wonderful. Now then... We're going to fill out our group journals again this week, so everyone, find a pen..." I stifle a growl of despair.
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I don't think I've ever flown out of small group so quickly before. I flip and barrel roll, laughing as merrily as a baby with a cardboard box. I flap my wings slightly, maintaining my altitude, and look down at the rolling hills below me.
Colorado is a beautiful place, especially with the Rocky Mountains looking out over the plains, but I don't think I've ever truly appreciated it until I got my wings.
It's strange how it happened. And stranger still that it started with Andrew. He's been a normal, if a bit bookish, kind of person. Our families grew up next door to each other. His little brother, Benjamin, was always off reading in the extreme, while Andrew and myself went exploring. Of course, when we entered high school there was talk of us being a couple and all that other nonsense.
He's like my brother. And dating your brother is just disturbing.
Oh! I'm off track. Sorry about that. It sometimes happens...
Anyway. He was seventeen, I was fifteen. He went to bed one night during senior year, and when he woke up, all his teeth were popping out. He went to the dentist-They couldn't explain it. Nor why his blunt, human teeth were being replaced with sharp, strong ones.
The fur and tail came next. And the ears. It was hilarious seeing little kids chasing him around in the hospital waiting room, all wanting to play with "the big kitty". Once again, they couldn't explain it, and they kept him overnight.
And then, one night, I felt a terrible pain in my chest. A pain that expanded and stretched into my shoulders, and between my shoulder blades. My mom and dad rushed me to the hospital. The X-rays showed some kind of bizarre muscle expansion. I don't remember much of that time, because of the constant pain I was in. I know that now, I will definitely never have children, because my wings coming out of my back was probably worse than giving birth.
The feathers of my wings had emerged right along from my back. They matched my hair-A dirty-blonde style mix. It wasn't until I had been resting for five hours after my "labor" that we noticed my hair had become short and feathery as well.
More than just those changes... My hearing, eyesight, and sense of touch all improved dramatically. Unfortunately, my senses of smell and taste are almost completely gone.
But I count my blessings that my transformation wasn't as extreme as other teenagers and children.
It had started with just Andrew, myself, and his brother. Then new cases popped up in our school. Then in our county. Then little reports happening in New York, Virginia, California... Some kids became fish-hybrids, and now have to either live in water or wear special "aquasuits" to get around. Others became spider hybrids, which was utterly disgusting. Most of those kids killed themselves or were killed, out of the sheer horror at what they had become.
The majority of the transformations were like mine: Taking on a few aspects of a certain animal, say about 10 or 20 percent. The wings, the fangs, your hair becoming fur or feathers, and so on. Transformations like Andrew's and Ben's are the second most common. They're about 50 percent animal, though keep their human thoughts and memories. Their strength, speed, and agility are usually increased by an order of magnitude or more, and their senses are also enhanced, but usually not at the expense of one or two. Mercifully, the rarest are the 70 percent or higher transformations: The spider-kids, or fish kids. There's even a squid-girl in Hawaii. Go figure.
I loop around, my eyes taking in the brown, tan and green patchwork of fields and farms beneath me. I look back up and notice a hawk sailing slightly above me. He seems to regard me as just another raptor, out on the prowl. And I smile at being able to know I'm not.
Not exactly, anyway.
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Just a funky idea I had-What if there were mutants similar to X-Men, but instead of becoming superheroes/villains, they just tried to live normally?
That's the premise, anyway. Please review with thoughts and comments!
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Rooney Mara was in town filming scenes for a movie. She arrived a couple days early, so she decided to spend the weekend hanging out with her friend Zooey Deschanel. The two were sitting on the couch, in their pajamas, watching TV.
"So, I think they want me to play Huntress." Rooney said.
"Cool." Zooey said, "Del Toro's thinking of me for Zatanna, so we may end up on-screen together at one point."
"So, is this what you usually do on the weekend?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"That's cool. I guess I don't really mind. Never been a big fan of this town." She took a swig of water.
"Well, if you're bored, we could have sex."
This caused Rooney to spit out the water. After some sputtering, she said, "Okay, I know you're joking, but did you have to wait till I was drinking something to say that?"
"Okay, maybe I did that on purpose, but I'm not joking. C'mon, you did that movie where you fucked James Bond just for the hell of it."
"That was a movie. Do you have a towel?"
"So, you've never even thought about it, ya know, doing the lesbian thing?"
"I—Maybe a couple times, but..."
"So, where's the harm in trying it?"
"I...Idunno."
"Look, lemme just..."
Zooey scooted closer to Rooney, placed her finger-tips under her chin, and guided her face towards her. Rooney had a look of uncertainty on her face, but it faded once their lips touched. The two made out there on the couch. Both their hands were busy, rubbing each other's bodies, and running through each other's hair. Rooney was unsure before, but knew now she wanted this.
Rooney lay back, and Zooey started unbuttoning her top. Rooney's chest rose and fell as Zooey pulled her top open, then leaned down, and started licking and sucking on her hard nipples. "Uhm..." Rooney closed her eyes and bit her lip. She always liked to play with her nipples before she played with herself, and Zooey sucked them just right. Rooney was already getting very wet.
Rooney put her hands behind her head, and Zooey happened to notice, "Your pits..."
"Yeah, I prefer not to shave unless I have to. You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Actually, it's...kinda..." Zooey leaned in, and started licking Rooney's armpit slowly.
"This is weird," Rooney thought, as Zooey alternated between licking her pits, "but kinda hot."
Eventually, Zooey moved down, kissing around Rooney's navel. By this point, Rooney was so hot, she was ready to take matters into her own hands, and start rubbing her snatch through her pajamas. Fortunately, Zooey saw how she was twitching, and pulled her bottoms off, got down on the floor, and stuck her tongue into Rooney's hot, wet twat. "Mhm!" Rooney's brow furrowed, at this sudden, welcome relief. After getting her so turned on, having Zooey eating her pussy now felt just incredible, so much so, it didn't take long for Rooney to cum, but Zooey didn't stop there, probing deeper and deeper into her snatch. Rooney pinched her nipples hard as Zooey went, until the second orgasm hit, causing her to cry out.
At this point, Zooey came up. "Wanna take a shower?" Rooney smiled and nodded.
A few minutes later, the two were in the shower. Zooey held Rooney from behind, kissing her neck and nibbling her earlobe, causing her to moan happily. Zooey's hand moved down between Rooney's legs, and started fingering her twat, and rubbing her clit. Rooney again came quickly, smiling after.
Afterward, they lay on Zooey's bed, still somewhat damp from the shower, making out. Rooney started squeezing Zooey's tits, and sucking her nipples. "Mmm, that's nice." Rooney kissed down Zooey's stomach, and Zooey spread her legs open obligingly. This was Rooney's first time eating out another woman, but based on Zooey's moans, she was doing a pretty good job, licking around the rim of her moist hole, working her tongue in deeper, while rubbing her clit with her thumb. When she came, Zooey let out a high-pitched squeal. Rooney kissed her way back up, and they made out for a few more minutes, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, Rooney woke up first. She watched Zooey sleeping, and remembered the night before, and she smiled. She then had an idea, and scooted down. She wanted to give Zooey a pleasant awakening. Rooney started to lick Zooey's pussy. In her sleep, Zooey smiled and moaned. Slowly waking up, she looked down, and saw Rooney eating her.
"Good morning."
"Morning." Rooney said this, then continued licking her.
Brow furrowing, Zooey said, "Go to my closet." Curious, Rooney got up, and opened the closet door. Inside she found a strap-on dildo. She pulled it out, and held it up. "Yeah, that's it." Rooney, put it on, then kneeled on the bed in front of Zooey, and inserted it in her pussy. "Yeah..." Zooey moaned as the dildo penetrated her. Rooney started thrusting into her, causing her boobs to bounce. "Eeyuh-ah! Fffuck meee!" Rooney went faster, causing Zooey's titties to bounce even more. "Fffuck! Oh, fuck!" Finally, Zooey came, letting out a high-pitched cry.
Pulling the dildo out, Rooney looked down at Zooey, catching her breath, and got an idea, which caused her to grin evilly. "Lift your ass up."
"Huh?" Zooey saw the smile on Rooney's face, and got worried, but lifted her ass up anyway. As Zooey was expecting, Rooney pressed the tip of the dildo against her asshole, and pushed it in. "Ooohhh...fuuuck!" She could feel the dildo push its way in through her entire body, and that was before Rooney started thrusting into her.
"Yeah, you like that, bitch?" Zooey let out a strained, throaty groan in reply. "I can't hear you!"
"Yes, I like it. It...feels good." Zooey started furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her ass loosened up quite a bit as Rooney went, and she felt the orgasm approaching fast and strong. When she came, she screamed like she was being tortured. Lying there, practically wheezing, she looked up at Rooney, and said, "Give me that." Rooney took the strap-on off, and handed it to Zooey, who sat up, and pushed Rooney face down onto the bed. Zooey put the thing on now, then leaned down next to Rooney's ear. "Now, let's see how you like it, bitch!" she whispered, then pushed the dildo into Rooney's ass, and started fucking her.
Rooney let out the same throaty groans that Zooey did, as the toy went deeper and deeper into her ass. "Ooh, fuck! Oh, God, yes!"
"Yeah, that feel good, you little whore?"
"Yes, yes, it feels really fucking good!" Rooney struggled to get her hand under her, so she could rub her pussy.
"You know what I wish?"
"What? What do you wish?"
"I wish this thing was real, so I could cum inside your asshole."
"If that thing was real, I'd lay out in front of you, so you could cum all over me, just cover me, face to pussy." Rooney groaned most of this.
"Oh, well, I can do something about that. It wouldn't be cum, but it would be warm and wet. Speaking of which," she grabbed Rooney's hair and pulled hard, snapping her head back, "are you gonna cum for me like a good little girl?" Maybe or maybe not coincidentally, Rooney came, and came hard at this moment.
"Ah-Guuuh-aaahd!"
Some time later, Rooney laid out on the bathroom floor, while Zooey stood over her, straddling her legs.
"You ready?" Rooney nodded in reply. Zooey leaned back, bracing herself against the towel rack, then held open her labia, and started peeing. As she promised, it covered Rooney's whole body. Zooey stuck out her ass to pee on Rooney's pussy, and then arched her back to hit her face. "Yeah, you like how that tastes?" Rooney was too busy furiously working her clit to answer, but she definitely liked it.
After Zooey ran dry, she got down on the floor, and she and Rooney again made out. As they kissed, Zooey reached up to the sink for the strap-on, which she'd taken in with her. Zooey quickly put it back on, and again proceeded to sodomize Rooney with it. Rooney groaned with pleasure as Zooey fucked her ass with the toy.
After a while of this, Rooney got up on top of Zooey, and rode the dildo with her ass. She suddenly became aware of the need to pee, but, between the pleasure of her ass being fucked, and already being peed on, she started peeing on Zooey. "Oh, Jesus!" Zooey smiled and laughed, even as it hit her in the face. Rooney actually came while peeing, which was a first for her, and one she definitely wanted to reproduce in the future.
"Oayaohfuck!"
Rooney now lay out on the floor again, and once again put on the dildo, so Zooey could ride it with her ass. "Fffuck! Ohfuckfuckfuck!" Rooney grabbed Zooey's hips, and thrust into her. "OhgodohgodohgodohgodOHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" In spite of her pussy not even being touched, Zooey came very quickly.
After, the two lay on the floor, kissing, exhausted, covered in sweat, not to mention each other's urine.
"We need to take a shower." Zooey said.
"Yeah, we do." Rooney agreed.
"Wanna order a pizza?"
"Yeah. Two actually. I'm fucking starving."
The two got up, a little stiff and sore, and moved toward the shower.
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<i>(This one is true from beginning to end. Only the names have been changed to protect the far from innocent!)</i>
"Hi Eddie," she purred in a voice that made me think of missed opportunities and my incredibly bad luck. It was a voice that brought a remembered pain to my lips and a whiff of the sharp scent of a woman in heat to my nose.
"Hi Zooey, what's new?" Did I really want to know? I had fucked up such a good thing here. Maybe her mother had forgiven me, or better yet, died. Zooey was the one that got away, the one I should have been fucking, but never got the chance. She had an incredibly tight little body with small firm tits and very curly Jewish hair. My first Jew and I'd fucked it up with her mother before I got the chance to fuck the little minx.
Zooey just sort of fell into my lap; I was seeing a girl named Pam who was a virgin and didn't want to lose it to me, so she introduced me to Zooey. I guess Pam figured that Zooey would take care of my sexual frustration and relieve her of any obligation or guilt. And it looked like Zooey was all for it.
The first night we got together alone was out on a golf course near her home. I had her under a tree and bent down to kiss her and she jumped into my arms and attacked me. Zooey was an animal, but the strangest kisser I have ever met. That first kiss caught me by surprise and she put her mouth over mine and sucked as hard as she could. My lips were slightly chapped and she sucked the skin right off of them. Had I been able to scream I would have, but she had me in a lip lock that was not going away. At the same time she slammed her body into mine, her hard little tits digging into me her pussy mound grinding into my stiffening cock.
My hands palmed her perfect round butt and ground her into me even harder, while she continued to apply the vise grips to my lips. The extreme pressure on my mouth numbed the pain and I began to get into her hard style of loving. When I could pry our lips apart I bent down even further and bit her nipple though her blouse, gnawing the nib with my teeth. She moaned loudly, but pushed me off her.
"We can't finish out here tonight and if you keep that up I won't be able to stop."
I nodded, kissed her once more and we started walking back to her house, my hand squeezing her ass all the way back. We were both 19 and both lived with our parents. Later that week she invited me to her house where I met her parents and her brother. Her parents went to bed early and her brother eventually left us alone and we made out once again in her living room. When she kissed me good night at the door we made our plans for the following night, a Friday. We didn't know how or where but we knew we were going to be fucking within 24 hours. I backed out of the door that night with our hands mauling each others sex, my finger pressing the seam of her shorts into her cunt crack, her fingers surrounding and stroking my throbbing cock.
I called her from work the next day to finalize when I would pick her up and it all came crashing down around me. I had fucked up, I had dropped a roachclip in her house and her mother had found it. She had not known what it was but Zooey's brother was happy to enlighten her. Her mother had a zero drug policy while her children lived at home. I could not see Zooey again. She was sorry, but there was nothing she could do about it, her mother's rules and all. And that was the last time I had talked to Zooey, until now. "What's new?" I had asked.
"We're moving. Back to New York."
"Oh, thanks for letting me know, I guess."
"I'm calling for a reason. I have a list of every guy I never got a chance to fuck. We won't be coming back to California, I want to fuck you before I go." I had recently moved out of my parents house into a church parsonage; it was a big four-bedroom house with almost no furniture. I'd moved in the previous week. I explained it all to Zooey."
"Would you like to christen my new bedroom?"
"For a start. How many times can you cum in one night?"
"Four or five," I bragged.
"Don't promise what you can't deliver," she said with a laugh in her voice.
"I would never do that."
"Good, I can pencil you in for Saturday night. You free?"
"What's wrong with Friday night?" I asked.
"I'm already fucking someone else that night. Does Saturday work for you or not?"
"The guy on Friday will be a waste of time compared to me."
"Maybe he will, but I won't know that till I fuck you both, will I?"
I laughed, gave her my address, hung up the phone and stroked myself to a messy climax in anticipation of Saturday. That gave me three days to build up my load for Zooey's pussy. I would need every drop I could muster.
She showed up half an hour early. I met her at the door with a lit joint in my hand.
"You're early." She smiled broadly, took a huge hit off the joint, grabbed me in a patented Zooey lip lock and blew the smoke into my mouth. She released me from her vise grips and said:
"Sorry, I couldn't wait to get fucked by you. I wanted your dick so bad and you had to fuck it up with my mother," she said as she hit me on the arm. "Dumbshit!"
"Would you like a beer? When are you leaving for New York?" I rambled off a handful of silly questions.
"I don't want anything that might numb my senses and I'm not here for small talk." She took me by the hand. "Show me your bedroom, then show me your cock."
"I have missed you so much baby."
"Once you fuck me you're going to miss me even more. I'm a good fuck, you'll see." We kissed again and being Zooey there was nothing tender about it. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse as we took a step toward the hallway and the bedroom at the end of it.
"So am I," I said as I slipped her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, Zooey wasn't wearing a bra. She yanked my shirt out of its tucked position in my pants and quickly started to work on the buttons.
"You better be prepared to fuck me all night." She kissed me, running her hands up my chest, bending to nibble at my nipple. I pushed her blouse to the floor as we took another step into the hall. "Promises have been made," she said as she tossed my shirt onto the floor. Lifting up one leg she slid off a shoe as she bit hard on my nipple. "I would hate to be disappointed." I kicked off a shoe and it bounced against the hall wall as we slowly made our way to the bedroom. I cupped a sweet tit in my palm then grabbed the nipple and twisted hard. "Oh fuck, that hurts... so good." I reached my hand down toward her crotch and Zooey unbuttoned and unzipped her pants in one clean move, my hand slipped under her panties, finger extended and slipped into a hot dripping wet fuck channel.
We both lost another shoe as I forced her up against the wall, my finger digging into her sopping cunt, She kissed me, dropped her lips to my nipple, then slid even lower. My finger slipped out of her pussy, my hand out of her panties as she caught my belt in her mouth and pulled it from it's clasp. Unhooking my belt she pulled it from my pants with a flourish, tossing it down the hall. Grabbing my zipper in her teeth she jerked her head down unzipping me and pulling my pants open wide. Zooey ran her tongue up and down the length of my growing cock. Turning her head sideways she grasped my member between her lips and sucked it's length through my underwear.
I pushed my pants to the floor and kicked them off. Zooey pulled my jockies down to my knees and ran her tongue from the head of my cock down to my balls, slipping one and then the other into her mouth where she sucked on them painfully hard. I fell back against the wall, my jockies around my ankles as Zooey attacked my family jewels with her vacuum cleaner mouth. I stepped out of my underwear, nude as Zooey smiled up at me. "Just the way I've always wanted you."
She sat up a bit and took the head of my dick into her tight sucking mouth. It was excruciating bliss as she pulled at my engorged cockhead. She leaned forward and my dick disappeared into her sucking maw, her lips pressing against my pubic hair, my cock completely engulfed in her mouth and throat.
"Oh fuck," I moaned digging my fingers into her hair, pulling her head hard against me. With her mouth full of dick, Zooey couldn't suck as hard and the easing of the pressure on my tool brought forth an explosion of sensation. It was like my cock had been dead before and was now alive, every nerve ending excited and abuzz. Zooey rolled her head in a circle, my dick sliding back and forth as she did; painful when she sucked the head and then unbelievable as the constriction subsided and I slid back into her throat bursting with heightened sensation.
"I thought you wanted to be fucked?" She slid her mouth off my cock, flicking her tongue back and forth along the sensitive underside as she disengaged.
She stood, siding out of her pants and panties as she did. Zooey shoved her fingers roughly up into her pussy, pulled them out and popped them into her mouth, licking her juices. "Oh, I am so ready for some dick."
I pulled her to me and we kissed again. Reaching down I lifted her up into my arms and carried her the rest of the way into my bedroom. "I've wanted to fuck my baby for so long," I whispered as I laid her down on my bed. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin and between her tits. I took first one and then the other nipple into my mouth and greedily sucked them. I ran my tongue under her small hard tit and worked it down the center of her taut stomach, digging it deep into her navel. I looked up into her eyes, "But I've wanted to eat your sweet pussy just as long."
My tongue trailed down to her sparsely haired pussy mound and I sucked it into my mouth. I spread her legs wide and dove for her cunt. The wonderful flavor was intoxicating as her juices flowed into my sucking mouth. I ran my tongue deep into her pussy, joyously drinking down her womanly flow. Her juices coated my chin in my favorite flavor, but Zooey did not come for a tongue-lashing. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up her body. As she did she maneuvered her body beneath me, lining up her cunt with my hard cock. She pulled my dick into her sopping wet pussy in one smooth move. "I need your dick," she whispered into my ear.
"I need to be fucked, good and hard."
Her pussy was a clasping oven. Hot, wet, magnificent. I fucked deep into her, my balls slapped against her ass. Her cunt muscles lovingly massaged the length of my dick as I fucked my little Jew slut. I wanted to hurry and fill her hot twat with cum, but I held back, breathed deep and slowly deep dicked her clasping cunt. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned as she pulled her legs even wider, wrapping them around me, her heels pushing against my ass, pulling me even deeper into her cunt. "Ohh, Eddie, fuck me baby. Fuck my hot nasty pussy."
I rotated my hips, fucking her from the left and then from the right. Zooey's twat was a wonderful clutching channel of hot womanly flesh. We never used the words, but her pussy made love to my cock, until I could stand it no longer. We looked each other in the eye as I emptied my balls into her pussy. We both moaned loudly; watching the orgasmic ecstasy thunder across each other's face, sharing a moment we should have shared months ago as my dick spasmed and sent another blast of hot cum into her quaking pussy.
I kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her hot mouth, then pulling back and catching her lower lip with my teeth, tugging, biting. "That's one," she sighed, a sloppy, satisfied grin on her face. I never deflated; just thrust my turgid cock deep into her cum-filled pussy, surprising her.
"And this is going to be two." Normally a freshly fucked cunt is too lubricated for me to keep hard, but Zooey's fuck hole was amazingly tight, gripping my dick the way her lips gripped my mouth when we kissed. I could feel every inch of her hot pussy tugging at my cock as I worked my way into a slow fuck rhythm.
"Oh fuck Eddie. Deep dick my pussy, baby. Give mama what she needs." I loved watching Zooey's face as I slowly drilled her tight fuck hole, as she began to undulate under me, grinding her sopping pussy into my thrusting cock. Her arms were around my back, her nails digging into my flesh as we slowly ground our sex into one another. Zooey moved her arms around my neck and pulled my face close to her. Our eyes were locked on one another as she whispered into my mouth:
"We should have done this a long time ago lover." Zooey was one of those once-in-a-lifetime fucks, our bodies reacted to one another like we were created to be lovers, physically meant to be locked together. I couldn't get enough of her pussy and she wanted my cock more than anything in the world. The perfect fuck-fit. My body was on fire and her squeezing cunt worked over my dick coaxing my cum from my balls.
But as wonderful as it felt, I was never out of control, but neither was she. We worked me up, and then together cooled me off, prolonging this amazing fuck. I didn't think I could hold out so long, but I never wanted to stop fucking Zooey's amazing pussy and so I rode the roller coaster of ecstasy up and down over and over, nearing one peak of sensation and then riding it back down, never climaxing, never crashing. And Zooey rode with me.
I watched her cum three times and then on her fourth orgasm she didn't stop. Time after time her body twitched and jerked through crashing climax after crashing climax. She rode my dick through it all. Her eyes smoldered, the sweat poured from our bodies.
"Cum," she begged. "Please fill me with your sperm. Ohhh, fuck, cum in me now Eddie!"
I gave her what she wanted. My cum felt like hot needles blasting up the length of my cock as I filled my lover's quivering twat with my seed. I kissed her again and this time, for the first time, there was tenderness in the touch of her lips, there was a satisfied playfulness in the movement of her tongue. I think for the first time since I had met her, Zooey wasn't in need of anything, she was sated and she was happy.
My cock ached with the raw rubbing her pussy had given it. As it deflated I rolled off of Zooey and onto my back, panting.
"That's two," I said, gasping for breath. She hit me playfully in the arm.
Our night was just beginning.
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<i>(Read Zooey -Part 1 before reading this section)</i>
We lay there next to each other for a moment in silence, getting our breath back, slowing our racing hearts, letting the heat radiate from our bodies. I ran my hand softly along her side enjoying the touch of her skin. Running my hand up onto the flat of her taut stomach I found a veritable pool of our mingled sweat. Zooey giggled as my fingers tickled her. She laughed sitting up, pushing my hand away, then bent over and took my wilted cock into her mouth, sucking it clean.
"Mmmmm! My pussy does taste good." She laughed and then lay back next to me, her head up. She ran her hands around my chest then up to my face, tracing its outline with her fingers. "That was wonderful Eddie, so fucking wonderful." She climbed up on top of me, two sweaty bodies coming wetly together, and kissed me passionately, but not too hard.
"I have to pee. I'll be right back." She pecked me one more time and then got up and left. I lay there, feeling more alive than in months. My body buzzed; my skin tingled like an electric charge was playing up and down my body. I could feel the blood surging through my veins. While the physical was a series of crystal clear moments of now, my mind was in a fog, a hazy gray filled with the memory of Zooey's touch, the feel of her skin, the humid heat of her clasping sex, the blazing passion in her eyes, and the salty taste of her wet skin.
I was shocked out of my haze by a towel striking me in the face. Zooey stood silhouetted at the door, mopping the sweat from her body with a big bath towel. The dark outline of her body made my cock stir from its rest. I began wiping my body with my towel, and then grasping my cock I began to stroke it all the while feasting my eyes on Zooey.
"Down boy." She came to the bed and knelt down next to me. Zooey replaced my hand with hers, tenderly stroking my dick. She bent down and kissed the head, then lapped it once with a little cat-like lick. "Do you have a permit to carry this thing, 'cause my pussy sure feels like it's been the victim of an assault?" She took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around it in circles.
"It's definitely been recently fired. It's still warm." She sucked it some more. "Sure is tasty for such a deadly weapon."
"Do you think keeping it in your mouth is going to keep it out of your pussy? I still owe you a few more fucks."
"No, you owe me a few more cums. No one said anything about them being in my, now thanks to you, aching pussy." Zooey took all of me into her mouth. My balls were hanging loose and low and she took my sack into her hand and squeezed, attempting to coax the sperm from me. I groaned in a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain.
I wasn't about to let Zooey get the upper hand. I reached down for her body and pulled her up on the bed next to me. Sliding one hand underneath her hips I hoisted her up above my head and settled her legs down around my face. "Aw, let me kiss it and make it better," I said and then planted a wet kiss on her pouting pink fuck lips. I parted her cunt crack with my tongue and then drove it into her tender fuck hole. She squirmed against my face as my tongue bathed her sticky twat. I dove toward her red-hot clit, giving it a good tongue-lashing as my nose burrowed into her fuck channel. I deeply inhaled the wonderful aroma of her freshly fucked pussy, her juices making a mess of my face, drenching my beard in her tart woman sauce.
Zooey's head was bobbing up and down on my dick in a rocking motion. She was sucking me wetly, noisily slurping on my cock as I felt massive amounts of saliva running around my balls and down into the crack of my ass. On the down stroke Zooey ground her face into my pubes, her teeth scraping the root of my throbbing manhood. My hips routinely slammed my dick into her mouth as I fucked her sucking face.
I pulled my face from Zooey's twat and took a deep breath before sucking her erect fuck bud into my mouth and rolling it between my teeth. She jerked her head off my cock, "What are you trying to do, kill me?" she chided.
I grabbed her by the tits and pulled her into a sitting position, straddling my chest, then pushed her ass down while at the same time sliding up the bed. My cock charged toward her wet pussy. "Nooo, not again!" she mock screamed, choking down a laugh as my dick slid easily into her moist fuck hole. She planted her feet on the bed and tried to slip off my dick, but I out maneuvered her by sliding us off the bed, wrapping my arms under her thighs and picking her up impaled on my throbbing cock. I slowly started walking us toward the door.
Using both fists, Zooey reached behind her and pounded on my sides. Making it hard for me to hold her like this, cradled in front of me, my dick deep inside her pussy. "Let me go you bastard!" she playfully cried as we made our way down the hall. I buried my face into the side of her neck, and started sucking. "Ohhh," she moaned.
I brought her into the living room, lifted her off my dick and dropped her on her stomach onto the couch . I lay down on top of her and felt my dick ease between the cheeks of her beautiful, firm ass, the mounds of her butt making a perfect valley for my cock to plow through. She pushed her ass up and back, I repositioned my cock and it slid easily into her dripping wet pussy.
Zooey got up on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat as I fucked her from behind. I placed one foot up on the back of the couch creating additional leverage as I slammed my dick into her to new depths. "Oooohhh fuuuuucckkk!" she cried as my cock plowed deep into her exquisite twat. Exquisite is the only word that seems appropriate; the muscles along Zooey's fuck channel caressed every inch of my cock as I fucked my beautiful Jew bitch.
"Who's my bitch?"
"I am," she panted.
"Louder. Who's my fucking bitch?"
"I'm your fucking bitch. Your fucking slut whore Jew bitch and I need your cock fucking me, I need your sperm filling me!" Zooey gasped as she shoved her pussy back to meet every thrust of my cock. "FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!" she screamed. "Please Eddie, FILL MEEEE!"
I leaned forward and grasped a sweet tit in each hand, pinching and twisting as my cock continued its onslaught of her cunt. I tore at the soft tissue of her breast, mauling. I released one tit and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back toward me. She twisted around to look at me as I leaned in close. Her face was a mask of animal passion. She was my bitch in heat.
"You ARE my bitch."
"Yes, I am YOUR bitch... YOUR slut... YOUR Jewish cunt... Please... please don't stop fucking me!" I kissed her hard, sucking her lips into my mouth, shoving my tongue into her. I was pounding her pussy so hard that every time we slammed together our teeth crashed painfully into one another's. I tried to turn her around to face me and we lost it, tumbling to the floor.
I landed on top of her and plowed my dick home, once again filling her wet hole with my throbbing meat. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me tightly to her. With each thrust we slid an inch or so across the carpet. I started lifting her up a bit with each powerful plunge, so the carpet didn't burn her ass. I was delirious with passion and so was she. We were two animals in rut, speaking to each other with desire hard-wired into our DNA when our forbearers were wallowing in primordial slime. We were meant to fuck one another, with every ounce of strength, with every bit of energy, with our whole hearts and our complete being.
Zooey's head slammed into the far wall of the living room and I just kept fucking her. Her pussy tirelessly milked my cock as I relentlessly pounded her clasping fuck hole. Her heels dug into my ass begging me to thrust deeper into her twat. Her fingernails raked my back, digging into my flesh; where she broke the skin the salty sweat stung.
Zooey began to babble incoherently as she rode my dick to a massive climax and I wasn't far behind her as finally jet after jet of scalding hot cum blasted into her quaking pussy. By this time we were both screaming nonsense to each other, but we were far past the need for words. We were in a place of pure sensation, of total physicality. I could feel every pore of her body, every hair follicle, every cell. I felt full and complete and totally connected to this amazing woman I held in my arms, this beautiful being wrapped around me.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, for a long time, kissing and licking and smiling and being, being one being, one entity and I never wanted it to end. I never knew it could be this good. No one had ever given herself to me so fully, so completely. I was amazed and in awe and so very moved by the act.
I almost said the words, I was this close to saying the words and so was she. But we didn't say it; we longed to but we also knew that the words were not necessary. We had felt it.
After a long, long while, I sat upright, my back creaking as I did. Zooey laughed and pushed me over. I fell and she leaned over and kissed me as she started to rise. "I guess that was three," she said as she got to her feet.
"It felt more like a million."
"Definitely one in a million," she said.
Our night was far from over.
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"Come with me, he says. We can be famous, he says," Victoria grumbled as she pushed the brush over the aging concrete.
"2 weeks here and he disappears. Look where I end up, scooping crap," she stops to glance at a cage being rolled by. The zookeepers had closed off this half of the exhibits, letting management move a sick Siberian tiger into the medical center. Victoria leans on her brush, just watching. She catches glimpse of the ill creature, who looks upon her longingly.
She only smirked, shaking her head, "Stupid animal."
She slowly moved over to the aquatic section. Pushing the brush down the slope, beneath the stadium above, where the crowds were whistling, at no doubt, the noon showing of the dolphins. 8-5, six days a week. What a load. She was in a bad mood today, the bills had come. Bills that she could not pay from just cleaning up after tourists and scrubbing animal messes. She approaches one of the terrariums, setting that blasted broom to the side, to have a quick smoke. Her eyes turned though, spotting a dark object at the bottom of the tank.
"Oh no," she didn't light the cigarettes, picking up the radio that was attached to her belt, "Ernie, we have a dead otter in section 5." Static returned, but she knew he got it.
It took only minutes before everyone arrived. The manager, no doubt Ernie, was up front, tapping his foot.
"That was our last female, she was pregnant," he growled. He turns towards the shivering staff, "As soon as they dolphin arena clears out, I wanted it closed. Cancel the 1pm show. Get that otter out of there." Victoria was standing off to the side, just watching. All this hustle over a dead weasel.
"Victoria, Pam wants to see you," Ernie said, jerking her from her reverie. Victoria nods briskly, grabbing the broom and walking up the slope. Ernie watches her go then clapped his hands to get the other staff moving as well. Victoria knocks on the door of her employer.
She clears her throat, "Ma'am, you wanted to see me."
A cheerful voice replied, "Victoria, come in come in!" She did, sliding in and closing the door as quietly as she could. Pam was a tall woman, almost six feet. Never in the khakis, all the rest of them were forced to wear. Always in a black, striped dress that hugged her curvy body.
"Ernie told me about Penelope," she said, eyes almost in tears.
Victoria glances back and forth, "Penelope, ma'am?" Pam nods, rubbing perhaps fake tears from her eyes.
"The female otter, 3 weeks into her pregnancy," she sighs, pulling out some small, maybe advil, pills from inside her desk. Victoria watches, almost dazing again.
"Do me a favour, Vicky, had me that book there. With the red borders," Pam said, sitting down and turning her squeaky chair to pour some water into two triangular cups. When Victoria turned, she neglected to see her employer slipping some of those pills into one cup. They dissolved instantly. Victoria sets the book quietly on the desk and accepts the water. She chugs it back: must be 100 degrees outside. Khaki shorts are not as breezy as people say!
Pam smiles softly, almost sadly, "You were such a good employee," she responds, picking up the book. Were? Victoria thought, almost as if she was about to be fired. It was not her fault that stupid otter died!
Pam smiles and shakes her head, waving her hand as if it was nothing. Victoria relaxes some, taking that as a sign of dismissal. All she wanted her for, was to get the book down?
"Was that all, ma'am?" she said, a bit confused in the doorway.
Pam kept that odd smile, nodding, "Sorry for taking up so much of your time." Victoria blinks but closes the door.
Sudden pressure in her stomach, forces her hand to touch it, "Lunch is not settling good," she said softly.
She moves back to the storage closets, outside the main building, getting out the larger brush for the rhino and elephant cages. Their main part was inside, so she was able to slip on a loose pair of overalls and some rubber boots. Her stomach was gnarled now, gurgling loudly. She opened and closed the Staff door, unlocking the next to get into the rhino section. The rhinos were getting their weekly bath and were in the outside portion of their habitats. She was to clean the inside, during so. The tourists loved to gather and watch, seeing a rhino get its hide polished. Sounds like fun, she thought sarcastically.
Victoria started brushing, pushing the smelly dung across the concrete, into a drain. She pulled out the elastic hose, grumbling all the while. She sprayed back and forth, stopping only when she felt she was being stared at. She turns, spotting an adolescent elephant, reaching its trunk towards the ceiling – separate cage from her. She watches it for a moment, catching sight of its longing eyes. That same passion and almost depression the ill tiger had before. She shakes her head and continued cleaning, but only for a few moments.
Her stomach started ache, burn even. She rubbed it through the overalls, which now seemed a bit tighter her around her hips and waist. Not to mention, her boobs were hurting like crazy. Her period must be starting soon, she thought. In fact, her eyes bulged open, as she shifting her thighs. There was a moist feeling between her legs.
"Crap," she said. She finished scooping out the one rhino pin, and then got out. She took off the boots and almost struggled to pull down the overalls. Her stomach was bloated, pushing into the khaki top. She opened up her locker and pulled out a bag, before she slammed it shut.
Moving into the Employee bathroom, she diverted to the handicap stall. She widens her legs and looks down, to see the blood thickening through her khakis.
"Ugh! What could make this day any worse!" She opens up her bag and pulls out a fresh set of shorts, underwear, and a tampon. She strips down to her nudity, discovering when she tried to put the tampon in – there was such discomfort that she could not. She tosses it away and pulls up the backup pad. She situates such in her new panties, pulls them up, then the shorts.
To her dismay, her shorts struggled to button over her stomach. There was this gentle slope in her stomach. Swelling, even. She sucks her gut in, buttoning the pants and tightening her belt. She felt constrained, but held it anyway. She stuffs her dirty clothes into her bag and returns the bag to her locker. She picks up her brush and walks back towards the aquatic terrariums. She saw the big closed sign across the entrance to the otters. Ernie was standing there and she moved over,
"Closed? There are still 3 other otters in there," she says, "All you have to do is get the dead one ou..."
He interrupted her, "No more females. Zoo can't afford to get one. So we are tearing down their exhibit and separating the seals further, to place them. The two leopard seals will be in these cages. The river beds will be removed for enough room." He nods, glancing to Victoria. She had lost interest, nodding as well but starting to move off. When she turned, Ernie moved his hand in a gesture. The Closed sign was flipped over to reveal 'Coming Soon'.
Victoria strolled back towards the dolphin arena, starting to brush up the endless supply of trash. Everyday, the same thing. Her stomach gurgled and she sat down on one of the benches. She groans a bit, loosening her belt for relief. None. She unbuttons the top of her pants, to her surprise, her stomach moving out some. It was hanging over the top, in a pregnant sort of fashion. Oddly enough, she did not seem too alarmed,
"Great. Severe bloating, now I have to go the doctor," she tries to push it back in. No luck. Her stomach was not fat, but actually did feel pregnant. Hard and rounded fully, not rolls.
She glances around, spotting the Staff entrance to back stage. Again, she disappears behind scenes, pulling into one of the open locker rooms. She finds three set of khaki shorts. All disgusting and filthy but large. She sighs and removes her pants, putting on the others.
"Much better, Jim won't mind." She assumed they were his, or one other of the aquatic performers. She picks up her brush, only to feel the sudden urge of ravenous hunger.
Victoria shakes her head. She needed to lose weight. No, it would not submerge. She went to the hamburger stand but decided against it. The Sushi restaurant in the aquatic section caught her eye. Usually she hated fish, but for some reason, she yearned for it now. She bought a whole platter of such, inhaling it like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Her boob starts to sting again. She decides its best to clock out early. She puts away her broom and heads back to Pam's office.
"Ma'am," she said, knocking lightly.
Pam stands, as happily as usual, "Yes, Victoria?"
Victoria watches her, "Heh, well I was wondering if I could leave early today.. You see, my uh period hit me fast.. and I just need the afternoon. I'll work late cleaning up Saturday."
Pam nods, understanding glancing her rounded figure over, "Of course. 8am sharp tomorrow, alright?"
Victoria nods, "Thank you, ma'am." She exits and removes her time slip to the 'out' position. She then walks to her car in the Staff lot.
A short drive, before she arrived. She sighs and throws her keys to the side table. She picks up the mail, that had been pushed through the apartment slip door.
"Bill. Bill. Bill. Jury duty. Tax eviction. Bill," she grumbles, tossing it all to the side. Shower first. No, a bath would be better. She walks to her bathroom and turns on the bath. Slowly, she unbuttons her khaki shirt, revealing her bra struggling to hold her breasts.
"Damn, retaining water," she thought. Why did she keep coming up with excuses?
She removes the shirt, looking over her bra, seeing the dark splotches at the front. She takes off the bra, feeling softly over the sensitive large nipples. They were taut, reddened and swollen. A pale liquid drips into her hand, just from the light touch. She, bewildered, tilts her head, glancing down to her stomach and then the mirror. She did look pregnant. About 6 months, pregnant. Her stomach was rounded well, pushing into baggy pants. There were these little nubs along her stomach. Two rows. They looked like moles, or some other growth. She sighs.
"This is retarded." she hadn't had a sexual relation for.. a long time. For some reason, though she should be petrified, she was not.
Victoria slides down her pants, then her underwear. The pad for her period was not touched, still brand new, besides from the crinkling of her legs. She removes her underwear then steps into the bath. She gently, instinctively, holds her stomach, rubbing it even as she settled into the water. She touches over her breasts, feeling across the sensitive flesh. She felt tingly, cuddly even. She wanted to play and yet she felt so lethargic. Odd emotions mixing.
She stayed in the bath for over an hour, feeling over herself. She did not shave her legs, which in fact needed it, looking almost as fur across her thighs and calves. When she finally got up, she almost struggled, standing and balancing her top-heavy self. She glances down to where the nubs once were. They were not just nubs anymore. Now they were pointed and forming, nipples going down beneath her swollen breasts. She wanted to scream, in sudden panic, but euphoria set in. She stumbled out of the bath, not even emptying the water and moved to her bed. Still nude, she fell asleep.
At 7AM, that alarm was screeching. Her hand slammed on top of it and she sat up, stretching her arms. Victoria rubs her knuckles over her eyes then stands, feeling the brisk of being nude. Oh, she still looked odd. She had that now, heavily swollen stomach with the large breasts and animal-like nipples moving down her stomach. Her breasts hid those though. She pulls up her panties then glances around for some pants. To her surprise, she finds some khaki shorts thrown over a chair: maternity size. She pulls them up, rubbing her stomach gently, tenderly, not even stopping to the touch of the nipples.
She found a large bra on that same chair where the khakis were and a zoo employee shirt, with her name on it. Hm, maybe she did not gain weight. Maybe she has been this way and just was not paying attention. Yesterday was so foggy. She put her hair up in a bun but put on no jewelry or makeup. She grabs her keys and carefully goes down the stairs, to her car. That short drive and at the zoo. Pam was in the hallway when she came in.
Victoria waved, "8!" she smiled, but yawned, covering her mouth. Pam tilts her head,
"You are looking radiant today, Victoria, how are you feeling?"
Victoria shakes her head to knock off the yawn, "Exhausted, but here, ma'am." She clocks her card in and starts towards the monkey house.
Pam stops her, "Oh no, we need you to clean out the otter exhibit." Victoria nods and heads that way. A large crowd of people pass. Not just tourist but several managers and zookeepers. She was bumped into. In fact, she felt a prick across her arm. When she turned to look, some blood drew from a swollen bump. She assumed one of their watches or jewelry or something had snagged her. Ernie who was in the crowd, moves over to Pam.
He sets an empty syringe in her hand and she nods, "Good."
Victoria, as usual, stopped at a locker to get a broom. She moved towards the otter cages, taking the backway for Staff. She spots the otters in little glass cages off to the side, rolling over each other. She had the sudden urge to move over to him. She did not suppress it. She did. She walked over to the cage and sat down. Her fingers moving over the top, feeling across the lock. Victoria blinks when she finds the lock not shut all the way. She removes it and opens the top. Two of the otters, one an adolescent and one a pup, huddle in the corner. The older male hops out though. He was rubbing into her, not even bothering to sniff. This was so against regulation, she thought, but could not help, touching her fingers over his head. Her nails were long, pointed even. She noticed this, they needed cutting.
Her eyes turned to the cowering pup, frowning as he hyperventilated. She picks him up slowly and he shakes in her hands momentarily. Carefully she unbuttoned the top of her shirt, oddly, and lowered her bra to expose a nipple. The otter turns its head away. Like a baby though, she pushes his head gently towards the nipple, coaxing the tip to leak into his mouth. Instantly he was satisfied, suckling greedily onto the ripe teat. She moans softly at the pressure being released, the baby drinking obsessively. The adolescent perked his head up, glancing around. The older male was rubbing his body over her legs, tongue moving out once to touch to her hairy legs.
Not just hairy legs, but furry legs. Brown fur had coated over her legs and now her arms, stretching across her body. She felt a pressure in her pants, grunting. She forces the baby off, pulling her bra up and setting him down. She unbuttons her pants and lowers them to find her tail bone extending. She leans forward, screaming at the sudden pain. Only moments though, she turns to see a long brown tail, rudder-like. She gasps and looks to her arms, then her legs, covered in fur.
In panic, she tore off her shirt, leaning to her butt. Her bra held up her breasts, showing her, her rounded stomach covered in those taut nipples, now swelling into more small mounds. She watches the hair curl over them, hiding them beneath a sleek oily hide. The baby tries to latch to one of the nipples and he does. She feels the same sensation of the liquid going into his mouth. Victoria pushes him off and she tries to get up but her knees buckle and her pants slide down. Her hips were gone, not able to keep up her pants,
"Help!" she shrieked.
She pulled off her bra, but in fact, it fell off. Her top breasts were shrinking. She tried to grasp them but they disappeared into that brown skin. Now she just had the two lines of slightly swollen mounds across her stomach. Her tail moved violently and she was struggling to take off her shoes when she felt her toenails stretching. She saw the webbing push between each, following along her fingers as they formed to paws. She was now hyperventilating herself, feeling the fur move up her neck and over her face.
Victoria's nose pulled into a muzzle. Her hair falling the ground around her and whiskers flooding over the cheeks. The pink ears lifted and shrunk, curled in a cute fashion. She tried to stand again but her back had started to curl, creaking even. A painful scream now came out more as a yelp. The bones began to contract, pulling her smaller and smaller. Only moments before she sat beside the older male otter, whom was watching her oddly. She tried to speak but failed. She lifted her claws to her face, feeling the mirror image of what she saw before her. She looks down, touching over her still rounded stomach, until she hears footsteps.
Ernie stood there, swinging a familiar key, her house key, around his finger,
"Hello there, Victoria." he smiled, deviously. He leans over to pick her up. She was lethargic from her weight, exhausted from the transformation.
"You see, we could not afford to get a new otter." He rubs her stomach gently, "But you were the perfect fit to give us a whole new family." She makes a barking sort of noise, trying to talk. Pam walks up behind Ernie, placing the other otters back into the habitat, one by one. She takes Victoria from him, smiling.
"You will make such a good mother... Penelope." Victoria's ears lowered but she could only dangle as she was lifted and put into the aquarium – which had glass shield up to an average person's waist. She floundered against the glass for a moment.
The baby comes to her side, rubbing against her, pushing himself under her to suckle greedily once more. The older male had picked up his favorite stone, hitting it on a clam to open such with the adolescent observing for the record. Victoria leans her claws on the glass, glancing towards the seal pen across the way. She spotted the seals' longing looks. She turns her head towards the distant elephant pasture, spotting the young male's same expression before turning away. Now that passion of yearning held in her own eyes. She glances up to the two humans, barking as their words became jumbled in a foreign language.
Pam leans to give one last syringe into her back. Victoria hisses and tries to snap at her hand. Pam pulls back beforehand.
"Yes, some of the others still remember, but I'll get rid of those painful memories for you." She watches. Victoria's eyes haze for a moment, she shakes her head. She had followed her fiancé here. They were going to get married in a white church. Until she walked in on him. He was cheating, the lying dog. She nods her head back and forth and then glances down. Wait, what was she thinking? Humans? No. Fish sounds good. She looks to the baby otter, her tongue grooming across his head as he suckled. Yes, he has not eaten in several hours. He needs more fish. She nodded firmly.
Ernie lights a cigarette, starting to walk the other way. Pam picks up all the clothes and remnants on the floor. When they exit, he removes the sign to allow tourists in.
"Yes, she's still pregnant, I believe she is nursing the one remaining older pup now," he nodded happily. Victoria's eyes were flooded with the camera flashes but she was used to them. In fact, she flicked her tail and puffed her chest, like otters do. Playful and showing off. Victoria, now Penelope, soon to be, mother of the Zoo's newest litter. Pam and Ernie quietly left back to their offices, leaving the tourists as well as Penelope in such bliss.
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A/N: I wrote this a while ago so imagine it's back when we were deep in quarantine.
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Quarantine has made things both easier and harder for me and my girlfriend. On one hand, I get to see her all day every day. On the other, I just have to watch her get dressed all cute for her zoom meetings, and then I just have to sit there and watch while she looks absolutely irresistible. I swear to god sometimes she does it on purpose just to fuck with me.
Now, as I watch her strip off her pajamas, I wonder how hard it's going to be to keep my hands off her.
Jesus fuck. Of course, today of all days, she picks out that dark skirt and a button down, which she only buttons to just barely cover those amazing tits. It's going to be a struggle.
I lift myself up out of bed and start to get ready alongside her. You know what? I think I'm going to get her back. I decide to wear the outfit that I know always makes her knees weak, and as I slip into those form-fitting pants, I watch her sneak glances over at me. She's not slick, but I pretend not to notice.
As I turn around, I can see her sitting on the bed, legs crossed, just watching me get dressed, with that look on her face, and I know she's enjoying the show. Let's see how far I can push this.
Without saying a word, I walk up to her and force her backwards into the bed, climbing up so I'm straddling her, and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
I hear her gasp softly in surprise. With my free hand, I push her chin to the side, and start to kiss her now exposed neck.
She lets out a deep groan, this is obviously exactly the response she was looking for. I slide my hand down and feel her tit through her shirt. As soon as I let go of her wrists, they fly down to the one shirt button barely keeping her tits covered. I grab her wrist to stop her.
"Not yet baby, you've got your meeting soon, don't you?" Honestly, I want to spread her legs and fuck her right now, but I've got something a bit better in mind.
"Ugh not for another 15 minutes come on baby" she says, trying to pull me back in. My free hand goes to her chin, tilting it up so she has to look me right in the eyes, and she squirms as she silently pleads underneath me.
"I said... Go. To. The Meeting." I deepen my voice, adding pauses between my words to make sure they hit their mark. The brat she is, she of course wanted to argue. I know her well enough to know that look in her eye, so I got up off of her and started to leave the room.
"Babyyyyyy," She says, in that pouty tone that makes me want to cave immediately. I hold fast. I've been wanting to try this for a while, and I know she has too.
"I'm making breakfast. When I come back, you'd better be on that call." Of course, I would never say anything like that to her seriously. She's a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants, and I have no place actually treating her like that. Honestly, I'd never acted like this with any of my previous girlfriends, because they never wanted to be treated like that. She made it very clear to me, though, that she wanted to be talked to, punished, and fucked like a piece of meat. As a woman who really appreciates other women, and just people in general, it was hard for me to get a hang of at first. Once she started acting like a brat though, my dominant side came right out, and things have never been better.
I close the door behind me, and immediately head to the kitchen, but not to cook, like I normally do. I make two quick bowls of cereal, and head to the bathroom in the hall. There, I find the strap on right where I left it last night, after we'd had a long night of fun. Slipping it on, I start to get excited. I know she's going to be really shocked, and love what I have planned for her. I pull my pants back over, and struggle a bit to get the hard length of the plastic cock to fit in those tight pant legs. It'll be worth it.
With my hands now full with our two cereal bowls, I use my elbow to open the bedroom door. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, and pretends not to notice me coming in. What a little brat. Standing right in front of her, I put our bowls down on the bedside table. She looks up from the screen, and I see her eyes widen as they fall on my crotch. She tries not to smile, and I know her camera is on. Good. I cross my arms.
I mouth " are you muted?" to her.
She nods, and I can tell she's imagining what's going to happen, because her mouth opens slightly and her eyes almost glaze over. I know I need to snap her out of it.
"Are you even paying attention?" She looks surprised.
"It's a huge meeting, they won't even notice I'm gone." She says.
"Gone? Did I say you were leaving?" I ask, sitting down next to her, just out of sight of the camera. "And pay attention, bitch." My hand drifts to her thigh. I watch her bite her lip, and I know she's already dripping.
An important male voice breaks her out of this stupor.
"And I'd really like to hear the different department chair's voices on this one," he says, "starting with the northern region." Her eyes turn to panic, and she immediately tries to hide it.
"Fuck baby, what were they talking about? I need to figure it out before they get to my region."
"Well shit, maybe you should've been paying attention." My hand slides up her thigh, pulling up her skirt.
She starts to blush a bit while desperately trying to focus on the other voices. I love the effect I have on her.
"And now the southern region?" It's obvious by the look on her face she still doesn't have a clue what they're discussing. As she moves the mouse to unmute herself, I slide my hand all the way up her skirt, and pull her thong to the side so I can feel how wet she is. She lets out a gasp.
"The southern region?" He repeats. She's dripping.
She unmutes herself after a second, and struggles to answer. "Sorry sir, my wifi hasn't been the greatest so the audio must've cut out. I like the proposal and would love to see it implemented at my location." Her answer pretty much copied the regions before her exactly, and I held my breath to make sure he believed it.
"Okay, and don't worry if the wifi is an issue, it happens to everyone. Now, the western region?" Thank god, he bought it. She mutes herself right away and lets out a sigh.
"Yeah? You happy about that?" I tease.
"I think it's good enough, I just can't wait for this to be over." Her hand slides to grab the shaft of the strap in my pants, without even looking at me.
I put my hand on her computer, and slide the mouse towards the camera button.
"Oh noooo, looks like your wifi is so bad, your video is cutting out..." I joke, clicking the button. She smiles and moves the computer from her lap. I grab a handful of her hair, and pull her into a deep kiss. I unbutton that amazing top, and her tits pop out like in cheap porn. She starts to unbuckle my pants, but I grab her wrist.
"No baby, not like that." She's a bit confused, I can tell. I pull her back onto my lips, and unzip my pants, just pulling the strap out. "You wanted this soooo badly, you couldn't wait until you even finished your meeting." I move to kissing her neck, and she lets out a low moan. "So you're going to get it like the whore you are"
"Shit..." I can tell now she's getting really excited, and it's taking a lot of self control to keep from ripping her shirt off right now. Instead, I help her swing her leg over mine, so she's straddling me on the edge of the bed. Her tits fall perfectly at eye level and I start to kiss and bite at their soft skin. Finally, I make my way up to those already stiff, sensitive nipples. When I take one into my mouth, her arms around me tighten and I hear her start to gasp and moan with every flick of my tongue. Moving to suck on the other nipple, I bring a hand up her back to her long hair, pulled today into a ponytail, perfect for me to pull, which makes her arch her back and force more of that perfect tit into my mouth. God I love her body, she makes me so fucking wet.
I can still hear the meeting going on next to me, and I know she can too. I push her off my lap, spin her around, and pull her back onto my lap, careful not to let the dildo go anywhere near where she wants it. Not yet. I move my hands down to her hips, and hold her in place on my lap.
With my chin resting on her shoulder, I give her one soft, but stern direction. "Put the bedside table in front of us, and put your laptop on it. Now."
"Oh come on baby please just fuck me" she begs, wiggling her ass against my lap, trying to get me angry.
In a flash, my right hand moves from her hip, to around her throat, tipping her head back. "I said NOW."
She gets up, and makes a huge show of bending over in my face to pull the table in front of us. Of course she does. When everything is finally in place, I pull her back onto my lap, and my hand goes right back around her throat. "Now," I say, "when you're getting your pussy pounded, I want you to think about how easy it would be for me to just turn your camera back on, and have your whole company see how much of a slut you are for me."
"Fuck baby..." I can feel her wetness on my leg at this point, through my pants. I reach around between those beautiful thighs, and I can feel how much she wants me. As soon as my fingers just barely graze her lips, she groans and tries to push herself down onto them. I spread her pussy lips and start tracing up and down teasingly.
"Please- baby please" she begs.
"Yeah? You want it?"
"Yes, so badly baby please..."
"What did he just say?"
"What?"
"What did your boss just say? You're supposed to be in a meeting, remember? Or were you too busy thinking about how good it's going to feel for me to fill you again?"
"Please, baby, I can't concentrate"
"I don't think you ever wanted to go to this meeting, you've been teasing me all fucking day, even after I railed you last night. You're such a whore, you can't even go a couple hours without something filling your cunt."
"Ughhh I'm sorry- baby I just want you so bad please."
"Yeah, you're going to be sorry." With that, I grab her hips and slam her down onto the strap, filling her as much as I can. Her moan is almost a scream of pleasure, and it makes me want more. I wrap my arms around her and grab both tits, pinching the nipples hard, just how she likes, while I drive the dildo in and out of her. She's so wet, I don't feel any resistance on the cock that just last night stretched her cunt just how she likes.
I want her to really feel this one, so I move one hand back to her hip, and use it to guide her up and down on it, so the tip just barely slides out of her each time, before I slam her right back down onto it.
"Oh- my- god- ba- by- fuuuuuuuuckkkk!" God the things she says when she's getting fucked get me close every time. I start to become more and more aware of my own pleasure growing, and I can hear her swears devolve into just noises as she gets closer and closer.
"Are you going to cum baby?" I say, knowing how she'll respond.
"Yes baby mmmm..." She moans.
This time, when the tip pulls out of her, I force her up, grab her by the arms, and bend her over the bed. She gasps and starts to groan, obviously mad I stopped. I pull her skirt up to expose her beautiful ass. I can tell she wants to finish so badly because her back is already arched, and her legs are spread.
God, her pussy is beautiful. Not wanting to give it any attention just yet, I grab her hair, and yank her head back, leaning over her so my mouth is right by her ear.
"I told you you'd be sorry, and you know whores like you don't get to cum. Why don't you do something to earn it?"
"Yes baby, whatever you want, please, I'll do it." I love how badly she wants it. I slap her ass hard, and she gasps.
"Good girl, now make me cum." I say, and pull her by her hair to a standing position. "On your knees. Now." She drops down fast, obedient as always. I pull down the slacks, take off the strap fast, and think, god do I deserve this. I sit on the edge of the bed, and she goes right to work. Her tongue starts flicking my clit as fast as she can, and I bury one hand in her hair. It's going to be a mess at the end of this. Good.
"Mmmmm baby fuck..." I'm already almost there, and just the sight of her on her knees like that makes my pussy even wetter. "Finger me, bitch. You know what I like." She moans into my cunt, and I roll my eyes back and enjoy as she slides two fingers deep into me, pounding me hard in all the right spots.
"Mmmm fuck baby..." She goes even faster, curling her fingers, and I feel myself coming undone. I feel her go from licking to sucking my clit, and it pushes me over the edge.
"Mmm MM MMM Yeah oh my god YES BABY fuck..." She goes back to licking my twitching pussy, letting me ride out my orgasm just the way I like, until the shockwaves subside. I pull her up by her hair, and I can taste myself when her lips meet mine. Her lips feel like they melt into mine, and I want to stay like this forever. But it's time to reward her.
"Get on the bed, baby." My directions are softer now, I don't need to be aggressive with her, she's learned her lesson, and it's just time for her to cum. Of course, she jumps right up, and flops on her back, pulling her skirt up and spreading her legs.
"Yeah? You ready? Give me a minute here." I say, handing her the bullet vibrator while I put the strap back on.
She immediately starts with it, and god do I love the view. She's absolutely dripping, and she plays with one nipple while she rubs the vibe in tight circles over her clit. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth is slightly open in that way that lets me know she's trying to keep from going over the edge without me.
Thankfully, she doesn't have to wait long. I finally have the strap in place, and almost jump on top of her. I want her so badly. She grabs the tip of the strap, and places it at her entrance, already bucking her hips for me. Holding onto the headboard, I push deep inside her right away.
"Oh my god mmm YES baby" she moans, tipping her head back and pushing her knees to her chest, pleading silently for me to go deeper. Her tits shake hard every time I slam into her cunt. Her words turn into moans, and I can tell she's close again. My legs are burning, but I know I can't stop yet.
"Cum. Cum for me baby. I want to hear you fucking cum." Almost screaming, she tilts her head back even further, and I sink my teeth into her neck so she'll remember how hard I railed her.
"MmmmmMMMMMM YES FUCK YES OOooooo baby..." I keep pounding until she stops shaking beneath me.
"Thank you baby... goddamn."
I pull the strap out of her one final time. She turns her head to the side, and I hear her chuckle.
"What?" I look where she's looking. The laptop sits where we left it, but everyone left the meeting, so the screen showed just what her camera was picking up; her on her back, tits spilling out of her shirt, nipples hard and stiff, and her abused pussy covered in cum.
"Mmm good view" I say.
"Oh shut up."
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The familiar alert sound played through my computer's speakers indicating the next project meeting was starting. I sighed; I had finally finished the project I had been working on during my time in isolation only to be interrupted by yet another work call.
"Can't we just go back to emailing?" I mumbled under my breath as I made the final edits to the image I had been tinkering with. I adjusted my workspace quickly and pulled up the call, making sure I was still on mute before jumping into the group chat.
"Alright everyone, good to see you here. I just wanted to go over a bit more of what we talked about yesterday, give me a minute to just make sure everyone got into the room, OK?" The current project lead looked over her list of call participants reading out each name for confirmation. As soon as I heard my name, I switched off the mute,
"Yes, Natalie, I'm here" I took a moment to look up and make virtual eye contact with our lead. I hadn't seen her in person for a few months now, but it was nice to see she was clearly keeping in shape even with all the gyms closed. Natalie had always been a good looking brunette, though very self-conscious of her large D cup breasts so she tended to dress conservatively at work, and today's call was no different. She was wearing a blue dress shirt; her hair pulled all the way back and fashionable black rimmed glasses over her eyes. Her cleavage was sadly nowhere to be seen, at least for now. I pulled up the image I had been working on and attached it to a personal email to Natalie and hit send. I could see Natalie's eye dart over to the side of her screen as her computer alerted her to the new message in her inbox which she promptly clicked on while continuing to read off names.
Finally pulling up the image Natalie stopped, her mouth open a little as she stared blankly at the screen. A few coworkers began to chime in, asking her if she was OK. I sent Natalie a little practice message.
[Tell them everything is fine. The meeting needs to be rescheduled; you just got a new email from Dan telling you to move this to later]
Natalie sat up in her chair, "Alright everyone it looks like Dan wants to be in on this call so we're going to have to move it to later in the schedule. Just keep an eye on your messages, I'll check back in later today."
[You need to have a one on one meeting with me about the current state of our project. Call me once you've ended the group meeting]
I closed my group meeting and did not have to wait long before I saw Natalie calling me.
"Hey, so I just quickly wanted to go over the project with you one on one" she said, looking a bit perplexed as to what she wanted to talk to me about. Quickly I typed in a message in the chat window to her.
[You will answer all questions as honest and open as you possibly can Natalie. No question will seem strange or unprofessional]
"Of course, Natalie, you know I'm more than willing to keep you updated with my end of the project here. Before we get started though how horny have you been during this whole distancing thing?"
"Oh my God, like so horny, you have no idea. I have a roommate Angela and I keep almost suggesting to her we try fucking just to blow some steam off. I'm barely bi and all I can think about before going to bed at night is her mouth lapping at my pussy while I shove her face closer to my cunt." She paused no doubt her brain trying to process if this was "open and honest" enough of a response.
"Wow Natalie I had no idea, you always dress so conservatively at work, I just assumed you to be quite the prude. Is that not true?"
Natalie took a breath, seemingly struggling to answer. The subliminal messaging I had sent through my little project though was too much for her, she had to obey.
"Oh no, I only dress this way at the office. Usually I love to show my body off. I have gorgeous tits you know? I just don't want people like you staring at me in the office. You know, losers who work day in and day out with no ambition at this company."
I smiled to myself. I had suspected Natalie was secretly a bitch about these sorts of things and now I was beginning to see it for myself.
"Oh yea Natalie, and what's your current goal for this project?"
"I need another promotion. If I get another raise, I can buy another house and rent that one out too. The more property I can invest in the closer I can get to not actually working and just collecting rent checks from suckers"
"Ah, I see Natalie. Really just another parasite in a long line of landlords. Well good, I'm glad you have such high and might goals in this life."
[Every time I ask you a question remove a piece of clothing. Each question also makes you hornier and wetter than the last]
I started off small, "So Natalie, what can I do to help speed up this project?"
She squirmed visibly in her chair as she shimmied out of her dress pants and replied, "Actually I need you to put in more hours this weekend. Since we're all staying at home anyways it won't be any loss for you, really all you should be putting in 12-hour days for us since you can't really go anywhere."
"And will I be getting overtime pay for this?"
Natalie squirmed again, clearly removing clothing from below her camera's line of sight. Panting slightly, she said "No, of course not. Though if you don't finish this project ahead of time, I know for a fact I can keep you from getting a new position by next year when things start to go back to normal"
"Natalie when was the last time you were fucked?"
She began unbuttoning her shirt, "Almost three months now. I took a guy home from the bar. He was hot and I needed something fairly casual to keep up my work schedule."
"How did he fuck you?"
Natalie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting her large ample breast spill out in full view of my screen.
"It was an OK fuck. He took me from behind but wouldn't fuck me in the ass like I wanted. He wasn't huge and I wanted to feel his cock in my asshole while I fingered myself." Clearly panting now Natalie's hand moved back and forth in and out of screen as she tried to hide the fact she was touching herself.
"Natalie are you masturbating on camera in front of a coworker?"
She pulled her hand back from her crouch. "No! I'm just. I'm just so horny! God I need someone to fuck me so bad."
[Call for your roommate to come in here and look at the image I sent you earlier]
"Angela! Hey, can you give me a hand really quick with something?" I could hear muffled footsteps of clearly another person as Natalie called for her roommate completely naked in front of her computer.
"Natalie? What did you?" The voice sounded stunned, "What the hell are you doing? Are you fucking camming or something? Jesus, Natalie, don't you already have a..." The voice stopped as a new face dropped into view. Long black hair framed a lovely face as Angela looked through the camera. She was wearing a sports bra, mostly likely had just been exercising in the other room as small beads of sweat ran down her face. Her eyes were almond shaped and deep brown, while her hair had sharp blonde streak running through it which was evident even as she had her hair set back in a ponytail.
[Being naked in front of the screen is normal. You will answer all questions honest and openly]
Angela shook her head, coming out of her initial trance. "Um, anyway, Natalie what did you need help with?"
"Natalie," I asked "What was it you wanted Angela to do for you?"
"I wanted her to lick my pussy with her tongue while I grab onto her hair and force her to eat me out"
I looked over at Angela, her face still barely in screen, "What do you think about that Angela?"
She shook her head, "No way. I'm straight as they come, plus I'm a Catholic. Even if I was into girls, which I'm not, I wouldn't let this bitch dominate me like that."
Quickly, I typed and sent,
[But you are into girls Angela. In fact seeing Natalie naked right now is making you the wettest you have ever been in your life]
"I understand Angela. Natalie can you see Angela's pussy from where you're sitting?"
Natalie nodded, "Yes I can smell it too. It looks like she's pissed herself her yoga pants are so wet right now"
"Angela are you wet right now?"
"I, well, yea of course I'm wet! I may not be great friends with her but she's still hot. Look at those massive tits of hers, I want get my hands on them and suck her nipples as I play with them."
[Both of you go over to the bed. Angela, get undressed. Natalie position your computer on your bed so I can see the both of you]
Angela took a step back and began to change out of her work out clothes. I could see her cute little breasts peeking out in the background as Amy began to restructure her working area.
"Natalie do you have any sex toys in the room?"
"Yes, I have a dildo here, under my desk." She held up a long, thick sex toy for me to see.
Both women were up on the bed now in perfect view. My dick was good and hard now as I eyed the two beautiful naked women sitting up next to each other.
[Natalie, Angela, you are completely obedient to me. You will do whatever I say]
The two women nodded, their eyes slight glazed over as I clapped my hands together in delight. "Natalie, beg Angela to fuck you"
Natalie looked at Angela and bowed her head submissively to the Filipino woman, "Please Angela. I need to be fucked so bad. Please give me some sort of release from how wet and horny I am"
"Now Angela, how do you want to fuck Natalie after that impassioned plea?"
"I want to cram this dildo up her slutty ass and suck on those mammoth tits of her while she fingers herself"
I smiled, "Then go right ahead Angela, show this bitch who's in charge"
Angela grabbed the dildo as Natalie eagerly raised her ass up to her roommate, letting out a moan as Angela began to push the toy deep into Natalie's rectum. Having inserted the toy into her roommate Angela began to crawl across Natalie's body, desperate to grab her breasts and suckle them. Natalie moaned as the smaller girl maneuvered herself on of her, one hand continuing to ram the dildo into Natalie's asshole, her other hand shoving Natalie's tit into her mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" Natalie cried, "Yes, yes, fuck my ass just like that! Mmm, yes, suck my nipple, oh god yes!" Her hand was a blur on my camera as she fingered herself, her juices clearly leaking out and all over her bed. I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it, joining in on the fun as I watched the two women continue to go at it.
Natalie shifted onto her fours, her breasts swaying right in view of the camera as Angela took her now free hand and began to push her fingers inside Natalie's now slick pussy. Natalie moaned again, louder, as Angela worked her fingers deeper and deeper inside her punishing the brunette's ass and pussy equally. The double penetration was too much for Natalie and she began to cum, drenching Angela's hand.
I laughed as Angela continued to furiously pound away at Natalie's cunt. "Angela, give her a rest. After all it's your turn," I directed my eyes over at Natalie, "Natalie, lick Angela's clit until she cums on your face" Tired but obedient, Natalie turned around pushed Angela's legs apart, eagerly licking her roommate's pussy with complete abandon.
"Lick me harder you fucking slut!" Angela slapped at Natalie's breasts, "Lick me with that whore mouth of yours, oh yes!" Angela yelped as Natalie increased her speed, her tongue darting up and down Angela's lips. "Oh, oh, oh fuck Natalie I'm going to cum, yes, going to cum!" Angela's body shuddered as her orgasm flooded her body and mind with pleasure. She sighed contentedly as she lightly stroked Natalie's hair.
"You can take a rest you two" I said, watching as they laid back in the now very wet bed. Both women were clearly exhausted from their displays of affection, each slightly panting as they leaned back on Natalie's pillows. I doubled checked the software I had been using to record the whole thing was still working and played back the last couple minutes to confirm I had the whole thing saved to my computer. I looked forward to sending it to Natalie this week when she wasn't in my thrall.
"Now, that was incredibly good you two. Angela I think I'll keep you to myself, for now you can go back to whatever you were doing. You have no memory of this event, only that you feel much less tension in your household now."
Angela nodded as she got up out of the bed, picked her clothes up and left the room.
"As for you Natalie, you're going to sign up for the cam girl website of my choice and share that lovely body of yours with the world. I will send you a schedule and some pricing details for the shows you'll be putting on, I think we'll start with very general masturbation before I find some high paying kinksters for you to service. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. I await your orders"
"Good girl. Oh and even though Angela may have forgotten about this little tryst it doesn't mean you're not still attracted to her. In fact, whenever you masturbate now, which let's say will be five times a day, it will be thinking about that cute little roommate of yours. I'm sure you have some ways of drawing attention to yourself, even if it is a lost cause you try your best with that one OK?"
Natalie nodded blankly taking in all this new information.
"One last thing, I think you've really been depriving us all on these online meetings of some excitement. So, from now on you are not to wear anything below the waist anytime you have a call with someone. Good luck keeping that a secret for as long as you can. And start showing as much cleavage as you can get away with in all your work calls, I think that would really boost morale in this tough time. Now when I sign off, you're going to wake up with no actual conscious memory of what just happened, just a subconscious need to follow all the instructions I've given you. See you soon"
With that I signed out of the call, looking forward to seeing what my now obedient cam girl was going to wear for my afternoon call. As I thought through a few possibilities I pulled up the email list of the rest of the call participants seeing whom I could have fun with next.
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"Whatever it is you're planning," Joyce snarled, not even bothering to turn in her chair to look at the man who'd just barged into her office, "go ahead and give it up. I'm not one of the vapid blonde sluts you're used to dealing with, here. I'm not interested in whatever little head games you like to play, I'm not going to take any of the bait you are doubtless going to offer me in a futile effort to distract me from dropping you into a goddamn world of shit, and there is nothing on this earth you can tempt me with. Are we clear?"
She really hoped that was Ricky Drayson behind her. Otherwise that was going to sound pretty fucking stupid.
But of course it was. He'd no doubt gotten her email and come straight over to see if he couldn't somehow weasel his way out of the self-inflicted catastrophe that was about to torpedo his fledgling academic career; and since he couldn't exactly argue with the video evidence that Brooke Sanderson's roommate had collected, he was no doubt going to try to use the same bullshit psychobabble seduction techniques that had worked on a starstruck nineteen year old on an older, wiser, and entirely less patient woman. God, Joyce was going to love chewing him up and spitting out the pieces.
She could already hear the flop-sweat panic in his voice, hidden beneath a veneer of oily charm that had no doubt gotten him through the hiring process despite his marginal qualifications for the teaching position he was about to be fired from. "Of course, Joyce. I absolutely understand. You're a strong, powerful woman. You wouldn't have gotten to where you are if you weren't. And it would do you a grave disservice to suggest that you had a deep submissive streak like... like some people we might know." He was smart enough not to admit to anything, then. Or desperate enough.
Not that she really thought she could do anything more to him than see his pathetic ass out of this university and make sure the stink of scandal clung to all his future endeavors. Sally Mayberry might have gotten him on video seducing one of his students, or hypnotizing her or whatever the fuck that whole scene was about, but he hadn't technically done anything illegal. Unethical, certainly, but any prosecutor watching that footage would have to conclude that Brooke went along willingly with his suggestions. And she was technically an adult, even if she was an adult who still wore pigtails and who apparently called her genitalia 'my little kitty-cunt'. Jesus fucking Christ.
"If you did have a little ember of submission flickering away, all the way down inside the center of your mind," Ricky continued, apparently deciding to dig the hole for himself a little deeper, "it would be so tiny, Joyce. So tiny you could barely see it. So tiny you'd have to focus all your attention within yourself to catch even a glimpse of that tiny spark of relaxed, comfortable surrender to another person's will. You'd have to concentrate very closely, sinking into yourself and thinking closely about how it made you feel to see someone giving in and obeying and falling into a warm, blissful trance."
Oh god. He was really fucking trying it, wasn't he? Joyce swiveled around in her chair, half expecting to find him holding a pocket watch or wearing a pair of big dumb steampunk goggles with spirals where the lenses should be... but of course he hadn't done that in the video with Brooke, had he? He'd just sat there, talking to the bubbly blonde student in that exact same calm, soothing voice he was trying to use on Joyce now. Obviously he thought that if it worked on one woman, surely it would work on all the others. Even a furiously angry one who planned to fire his ass the second he got done giving her enough rope to hang him with.
And it sounded like he might do exactly that. "Perhaps if you focus on that feeling, on what it was like to stare at the screen and watch that slow, thoughtless smile blossom with every mesmerizing moment that passed, you might be able to spot that tiny, flickering glimmer of arousal deep within your own mind. It's very small, of course, and it's buried beneath years of forcing yourself to be strong and powerful and determined no matter how weary and exhausted you really felt. But if you can just imagine what it might have been like to sink into sleepy bliss and give up all that will, all that energy and just relax into another person's control, you might just spot it."
Oh, Joyce knew how she felt, alright. She'd only watched the whole thing once--after that, she'd stopped the footage as soon as Brooke began to take her clothes off out of respect for the young woman's privacy--but she'd studied Ricky's patter several times to find out exactly how he convinced his student to slip away into whatever kind of erotic trance he induced. And every single time, it made her fume with hot, trembling rage. Reminding her of how he used Brooke's vulnerability and the imbalanced power dynamic between them to make her into some kind of, of... compliant slut.... Joyce couldn't believe he thought that would be to his advantage.
But he kept pressing the point. "Just think about how happy those pretty, vacant eyes looked as they fluttered shut. Think about how relaxed and dreamy those soft, sweet sighs of pleasure sounded. Think about all those moans and whimpers, all the begging and pleading to obey and cum for me. Go deep inside your own mind, so deep down inside yourself that the outside world doesn't even exist anymore, and I think you'll be able to find that tiny part of yourself that responds to that kind of attention. It pulses just a little bit whenever you think about being hypnotized and controlled, doesn't it?"
Joyce stared back at him in stony silence, meeting his gaze with an almost indifferent dismissal that she knew had to be driving him up the wall with anxiety. Of course she could feel a little bit of arousal, somewhere deep down inside; she was a human being, after all, and human beings were animals and animals had sex drives. But that was what her vibrator was for, not the goddamn student body. If he thought he was going to get a rise out of her by talking dirty about Brooke, she was perfectly happy to wait him out until he sputtered to a nervous halt and she had the chance to have her say. Her very brief, accompanied by paperwork and followed by an escort to the edge of campus by security guards, say.
"And now that you know where it is," he continued, apparently determined to monologue her into submission both literally and figuratively, "you can just imagine your mind's eye zooming in on that tiny little spark. You can picture yourself getting closer and closer to it, descending deeper and deeper into your own subconscious so that you can get a better look at the ecstatic sensation that you saw in someone else and discovering to your amazement just how beautiful it feels. The nearer you get, the more you can experience every detail of what it felt to watch that slow, inexorable surrender to obedience and experience the sympathetic pleasure of relaxing into another person's total control."
Good grief, did Ricky ever get tired of talking? Joyce had already more or less tuned out the specifics of his blather, instead allowing her eyes to settle on his flapping lips while her mind wandered into anticipatory daydreams of firing his yammering ass... but he just wouldn't shut up. He kept going on and on about Brooke and how horny she got, and yes it was impressive in a sick sort of way just how enthusiastically the young woman embraced being degraded and objectified like that but it didn't mean that Joyce wanted to do the same. She just... well, obviously she had a physical response to a visual stimulus, that was all. She couldn't help feeling a little bit of, um, of sympathetic... pleasure....
Joyce blinked heavily, her brow furrowing just a little as she caught the echo of recognition in the words running through her head. She forced herself to blink again, determined not to let her eyes get too focused on Ricky; he might get the wrong idea if she started staring vacantly into space or something. For a moment she thought about interrupting him, but then his words cut smoothly into her train of thought and she decided to let him run his string a little bit longer. "And the closer you get, the deeper you go within yourself," he murmured calmly. "And the deeper you go, the easier it is to relax and the stronger that resonance between you and the woman on the screen becomes."
Joyce sighed in exasperation, certain her subordinate would no doubt mistake it for pleasure or arousal or something just as wrong. "That's it," he purred, his misjudged confidence growing with every word. "You're relaxing just like she relaxed, and you're enjoying it just like she enjoyed it. You can see how good it feels to mirror her pleasure with your own, and the closer you get to that flickering, glittering spark of arousal within yourself the more you can imagine exactly what she felt with every moment of her descent into obedience. Her pussy got so wet, didn't it? So slick and needy and eager to sink deeper and surrender to my will."
It was as good as a confession as far as Joyce was concerned, even if it wasn't like she was recording their conversation or anything. Not that she needed to--the only recording she needed was the video of poor Brooke spreading her thighs with mindless abandon to display her messy cunt to Ricky's hungry, lascivious gaze. He was right about one thing--that young woman was horny as hell. Joyce didn't watch much porn, but she had a hard time imagining that anyone could be that turned on just from a little bit of weird ASMR dirty talk. She squirmed in her chair, suddenly consumed by the worry that she might have gotten a little bit aroused herself from remembering it all.
But it was nothing to worry about. Just a little bit of, of sweat, probably. Nothing to concern herself with. She could just sit and wait and outstare Ricky as long as it took and not have to think about it at all. "You don't have to think about anything else at all," Ricky said, echoing her thoughts almost before Joyce could think them. "You're so close now, but it feels almost like you haven't really been moving at all this entire time. You've just been sitting there, relaxing into your chair, relaxing into your own deep and drowsy mind, and that flickering ember of arousal and submission has gotten bigger and brighter and stronger the more you remember the hypnosis that captured Brooke's will and made her blank and foggy and blissfully obedient to my will. Blank. And foggy. And blissfully obedient to my will." Something about the strange, drawn out emphasis on the words made Joyce blink again. Her eyes opened a little bit slower this time.
"Or perhaps that brightly burning ember has remained the same all along, Joyce," Ricky continued, his stare boring into her eyes and pinning her in place, "and it's you who've gotten smaller. Perhaps you've been shrinking into yourself this entire time, diminishing until the flame of arousal is as big as you are, then becoming smaller still until it's the largest thing you can imagine inside your head. And then ten times bigger. And then a hundred times bigger. And then a thousand times bigger than that." Joyce could hear a strange, heavy panting sound in her own ears. Slowly, sluggishly, she realized it was her own breath.
"Zoom in again, Joyce," Ricky went on remorselessly, his voice cutting off her train of thought again and again before it could even begin to form. "See it get ten thousand times bigger, feel yourself get ten thousand times smaller. You're being swallowed up by it now, studying it from within and finding that it's all around you and making you so very wet and needy and helpless to resist." Joyce's fingers slipped into the waistband of her exquisitely professional navy blue pencil skirt and underneath the cotton fabric of her panties. She was astonished to find a slick, feverishly warm mess between her legs. She was even more astonished to realize what she'd just done.
"That's it, pretty girl," Ricky cooed, nodding approvingly to her. Joyce's eyelids fluttered, and she knew that the exact same smile she'd watched on Brooke's face... six times? Seven times? Twenty times? It was blossoming on hers. She was echoing Brooke's surrender, echoing her pleasure in submission, and she could tell because she could see every tiny flickering flame within the raging fire of arousal she felt right now and they all looked exactly like the helpless blonde's descent into deep, hypnotic trance. Trance just like this one. Trance that made her so, so fucking wet. Joyce wriggled out of her panties with an impatient grunt, desperate to masturbate herself further into Ricky's power.
"And every time you think of that video, you're going to remember how good it felt to submit to my will. You're going to sink straight down inside your mind, all the way down until you're weak and tiny and that need to surrender feels so much greater than anything you can imagine. You're going to want to help me get Sally alone, so that I can talk to her and show her how good it feels to be a good girl like Brooke. You're going to want to be hypnotized by me again and again, anything to experience this wonderful warm bliss again inside your vacant and compliant brain. And every time, that invisible leash around your thoughts is going to grow stronger, isn't it?"
Joyce nodded helplessly, her clit throbbing with every bobbing motion of her empty head. She didn't know exactly when she'd given up control of the situation, but she knew it was gone now and she could never get it back. She was so small now, and the flame of her submission was everywhere behind her closed eyelids. All she could see was Brooke's smiling, hypnotized face, blank and blissful and eager to obey her Master's commands. She watched Brooke undress in her mind's eye, scarcely even realizing that her own hands mimicked every one of the young student's motions. And then she pictured Brooke spreading her legs for Ricky's throbbing cock, and she knew what had to happen next.
THE END
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I lean against the door to your study watching you work. Stationed behind your antique oak desk, in command, the sleeves of your shirt rolled to the elbows, my gaze runs over the muscles in your forearms, below the desk, the blue blended material of your tailored suit stretches across your thighs, your legs unbent, straight, crossed at the ankles. You work from home now, but I see you even less. You haven't noticed me lingering in the doorway, absorbed in your task. I enter the room and stand in front of the desk. Above the monitor your eyes meet mine and you speak, although not to me, to the little faces gathered on your screen.
I have been waiting patiently all day for you to emerge. The sun has long set, I have eaten dinner alone. The smooth sound of your deep voice travelling through the house, my only companion, has me ready for you.
Your eyes roam up and back the length of my body as you speak, stopping on my lips. I dart my tongue out slightly, running it over my bottom lip in a silent call. Your eyes darken and flick up to meet mine. I reach behind, and slide down the zip of my sleeveless linen shift. Once opened I peel the dress off my shoulders, letting it drop, I catch it in the crook of my elbows for a beat, before letting it fall to the floor.
You speak to your meeting again, I am impressed and slightly disappointed your voice is unaffected. I run a finger along the edge of my black bra, my nipples harden through the delicate lace and tulle. My hand trails between my breasts, down my stomach across to my hip bone, and hooks underneath the waistband of the matching panties. You watch in rapture measuring my progress, as I draw the fabric from my skin, running my finger along the band. I raise an eyebrow in question.
With still no reaction, I drop to my knees behind your desk, and slowly crawl through the space between the two drawers. I run my hand up the soft material of your pants, starting at the ankle, past the knee, along your inner thigh. Your scent fills the small space, I take a breath savouring the familiar mix of aftershave and home. As I move forward into the desks cubby, my breasts rub against your legs, rewarding me with the friction I have sought, dampening my knickers.
I graze my fingers lightly over your crotch, satisfied with the twitch of your hardened cock, as I pop the button, then the metal clip of your pants. I peek up at you, your eyes drop to mine, and back to the meeting, your hands gripping the edge of the desktop.
Quietly I draw down your fly, folding back your pants, I run my flat palm across the soft white cotton of your briefs. Your hips shift, and I dig in and find the warmth of your soft skin and wrap my fingers around you, pulling you into the light.
I didn't notice you had uncrossed your ankles, but you drop your legs further apart now, an invitation, you thrust once into my fist. I watch you from under the desk, as I lean in further, my tongue flattens and wraps you. It glides along your underside, dragging a slow, wet path from root to tip. You raise your hand to casually cover your mouth, as I dip my head enveloping you, drawing circles around your sensitive tip. Gently I kneed and fondle your balls, drawn tight to your body. Being careful to bring you close to reacting, but letting you remain in control, my pleasure is heightened. I feel you squirm and thrust below me, I am losing control, becoming too worked up, letting desire take over. Eventually you drop your hand to tap my head as a signal to stop. I remove my mouth with a quiet pop, again your eyes darken as you indicate for me to stand.
I crawl back out from under the desk and come around to your side. I drop my butt on the leather top, out of view of the camera and the virtual audience.
Your fingers run along the edge of the desk, until they bump into my hip. Slowly you stroke the skin on my leg, your movement limited by the watching eyes.
Your gaze sweeps over me again, stuttering for a beat at the see-through fabric covering the apex of my thighs. When you tear your gaze off me this time, it feels reluctant.
Your fingers walk themselves across my thigh, one finger gently nudging my legs apart, sliding further down the soft skin. You lightly dust the lace of my panties, pushing the fabric aside. Slowly you trace my centre, I drop back onto my elbows, as you circle and pinch my clit. Your thumb remains as you glide your index finger inside me, torturously slow, your fingers strong and hard, an exquisite contrast to my soft and wet centre. I moan as I hear the meeting calling your name,
'Tom, we can't hear you, you're on mute,'
'Fuck this,' you say slamming the lap top shut, springing from the chair you stand between my legs. Your want and desire now clear on your face, I watch as you strip yourself naked for me. You slide my panties off as you drop to your knees, spreading my legs against the desk you devour me. I'm breathless and you are unrelenting switching from fast to slow, flicking at me, sucking, moaning into me, until I come over your lips and tongue.
Standing, looking down at me you say, 'You're a distraction.'
Still catching my breath I reply, 'You work too much,'
Lightly stroking the skin on my thighs, you wrap my legs around your waist.
'Is this what you want?' Raising an eyebrow in question, you run your hard length through my wet folds.
Thrill washes over me as you devour me with an intense gaze.
'Ever since I woke up this morning to an empty bed,'
That answer is not enough for you, you watch me, continuing to tease as I squirm beneath you.
You don't speak the words to ask again, I fight the losing battle for control, your patient teasing of me maddening. Completely recovered, my last orgasam, a memory, desperation within me blooms, not helped by the light lines of your fingertips drawing pathways as they explore my curves, from neck to hip.
'Please Tom..'
'Please what little one?' you ask
Want overrides my natural coyness, as I lock eyes with you,
'I want you to fuck me hard on your desk.'
A growl escapes your lips as you enter me, buried to the hilt in one delicious thrust.
I drop my head back in a moan, my back arches, as you draw back to thrust into me again, achingly slowly, reaching behind you unhook my bra. Both of your hands run up my sides, capturing my breasts cupping, whispering your reverence.
Increasing your pace, deliberate but tempered, you pinch and squeeze, I cry out as an orgasam softly ripples through my core. Bracing yourself on the leather desktop, my hands pinned down, helpless, you mount me higher, your urgency finally meeting mine. My submission is not by choice, an instinctual reaction I couldn't fight even if I wanted to. Fucking me harder, you're drawing out and increasing my pleasure as wave after wave crashes over me, flooding through me, until I am lost in the abyss, only following the echos of my scream back to you.
My eyes still closed, you cum with a roar, they flutter open to watch the emotions flash across your handsome features, the weight of your sweaty torso a heavy comfort on me, as I stroke the line of your spine, my feet remain hooked behind your ass, not prepared to let you go, my pussy still throbbing around your hard cock.
Not ready to speak, you manage a grin, dropping a kiss to my forehead. I'd return the smile if I was able, I was not coming back as easily as you. Your nose runs down the line of mine, light kisses rain on my lips. Wrapped in your warmth, happy and content, eventually I break the quiet.
'Are you hungry? I left your dinner in the oven.'
'I think I'll have dessert first,' you say lifting me from your desk, carrying me to our bed.
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I text you, knowing you are at work in Zoom meetings all afternoon. I tell you I am at your office and am coming in to join you briefly. I promise to be quiet and not show a lot of movement. Can you do the same?
I open your office door and strut in, wearing a sexy navy blue dress and heels. Your eyes go wide and a huge smile lights up your face. I fall to my knees and begin crawling to your desk so as not to be seen on camera.
I crawl under your desk, stopping right at your feet. I put my hands around each ankle, and start with giving you a bit of a lower leg massage. I slowly move up to your thighs. I want you so relaxed, Baby.
Next, I get up on my knees so that I rub my breasts up and down your legs. Mmm....that feels so good. My breasts feel tingly and heavy, my nipples so hard.
I rub my hand over your cock above your pants. I feel your cock pulsing, the blood rushing, and getting hard. I quietly unbuckle your belt, unfasten the button, and slowly slide the zipper down. I see the precum soaking your underwear and it gets my entire body tingling and my pussy extra wet. I go close to smell and taste it with my tongue.
I then let your cock be free and it's such an amazing sight! I can't believe this cock is mine to do with as I wish. Thank you! I give your cock soft sensual kisses, leaving no centimeter un-kissed. You begin to squirm and adjust yourself in your chair, so I put my hands on your knees to steady you and reassure you all is well, to just relax.
Once you've relaxed, I return my attention to your glorious hard cock, which is now leaking more precum. I lick the tip to get off all the precum. It tastes so good, the perfect amount of sweet and salty. I love the taste of you. I begin using my tongue, swirling all around the tip while more precum is oozing out. You keep me well fed.
My hands find their way to your balls and begin massaging, and while doing that they each get their turn being in my mouth. I suck, tongue, and lick them.
Next, I grab your massive cock with both my hands and using your precum begin stroking you up and down, up and down. Soft pressure at first, then tighter. As I am stroking you, I put my mouth on your tip and begin sucking. I want every last drop of precum you have for me.
You are doing your best to be quiet, keep a straight face, and not squirm in your seat. My hand job is making things very difficult for you.
You finally decide to tell the others on Zoom that you need a 5 minute break. You turn off the video and mute the audio. You tell me to get up so you can fuck me. You help me to my feet and bend me over your desk. I am wearing a knee length dress and no panties, having come prepared to be fucked by you just in case.
Once I am bent over, you use your precum to get your cock lubed and then quickly enter my pussy. You begin moaning now. That sound gets me even more wet and has me moaning as well. You thrust hard and deep, filling me completely. You don't take long to cum, and I feel the warmth of it deep inside my pussy.
You pull out and have me turn onto my back. You lift my legs over your shoulders and fall to your knees. You begin licking and sucking my pussy, letting all your cum go into your mouth. The combination of both of us turns you on so much. You know just where to put your tongue, so damn talented. Soon, I am cuming in your mouth. I do my best to hold back my extra loud moan. I am fisting your hair in my hands. That orgasm was so intense and just what I needed.
You help me sit up and we kiss, deep and slow. I love the taste and smell of us both. I look you in the eyes, and you see all the feelings I have for you there. We embrace. You help me off your desk and we get dressed and I fix your hair, and help you get looking decent again.
Looking back to normal myself, I blow you a kiss and walk out your office. You return to your Zoom meeting.
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Lucy sat down at her desk, feeling focused and ready to go. She snuggled into her cardigan, warming herself by sipping on her freshly made cup of tea. She smiled as she logged in, working from home wasn't all that bad, at least she could concentrate without the hustle and bustle of the office.
She started typing when she heard her phone ping. Her heart beat a little faster glancing at the name on her phone. Suddenly she felt a little warm. She ignored it and carried on typing. Another ping. She shouldn't look. She had a meeting in 5 minutes. Fuck it, she thought as she unlocked her phone with a grin on her face. Her face flushed and she felt a twinge between her legs as she read the messages.
"I'm coming over. I need to taste that pussy of yours again." The second message. "I'm coming. Now." Lucy quickly typed back, "I'm working, I have a meeting. I'll call you later." Her heart beat a little faster as she threw her phone back on the table. Her phone stayed silent and she laughed with relief, clicking on the link to dial into her video call.
She greeted everyone with a smile and listened as one of her colleagues started presenting. Although focused on her video call her ears picked up a dull thud. She froze as she realised it was her front door slamming closed. Fuck. She forgot to lock the front door. Lucy knew who it was. Her heart pounded as she stared above her laptop at the door. The handle slowly moved down and opened, revealing the gorgeous and sexy Ella, with a smirk on her face.
Ella looked enticing as hell. Even in winter clothing she emanated pure sex appeal. Her short messy hair framed her cute face and delicate features, enhancing those brown 'come to bed eyes'. Her black dress was short, her gorgeous brown legs unfortunately covered by thick winter tights. But not for long.
Lucy stared in disbelief as she watched Ella lift her dress up and slowly peel off her tights. She wasted no time pulling her dress off, revealing her braless perky tits. Ella grinned at her as she stood confidently before her in nothing but her red lace panties.
Lucy gulped and shook her head furiously, pointing towards her laptop. She had to turn back to her video call, responding to a question asked from a colleague. As she was talking she jumped slightly at the feel of Ella's hands on her bare legs, she took a short breath and continued talking as she felt Ella's hands sliding up, up and up, pushing her dress up over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.
Thankfully, another colleague started talking and she took a moment to glance down. Ella's brown eyes penetrated her own. She smirked at her as she gently moved her panties to the side and wasted no time devouring her pussy.
It took everything in Lucy not to cry out as the amazing sensation of Ella's hot, wet tongue moved up and down her lips. She closed her eyes, gripped the desk and took a deep breath in an effort to contain herself.
"Are you okay Lucy?" She opened her eyes and smiled at her colleague. "Yes I'm ok...thanks." She managed to mumble.
She looked briefly down and saw that Ella was still watching her, she bucked her hips forwards as she stared at her tongue moving slowly upwards onto her clit. Ella never broke eye contact as she wiggled her tongue vigorously on her clit.
She had never been so turned on so quickly. Ella is unbelievably sexy. But the best thing about her is the way she ate pussy. She just couldn't get enough.
Her eyes tell Lucy how much she was enjoying tasting her. She could not peel her own gaze away from her and almost orgasms as she watched her trail her tongue slowly downwards between her lips.
She inhaled deeply and shifted contemplating what her next move would be. No, not now, she wouldn't...Lucy pleaded inwardly. Then she felt it. Her hot tongue teased her asshole, slowly.
Lucy started shaking, her cheeks flushed and hands gripping the desk harder. She bit her lip just as she felt Ella's tongue move deeper into her ass. She felt herself gush as she slowly and deliberately tongue fucked her.
It was too much for her. "I'm sorry I'm not feeling well!" She quickly exited the call and cried out loudly just as Ella propelled her chair back against the wall, pushing her knees up and spreading her wider. She thrust two fingers deep into her dripping wet cunt. Her tongue flicked once more on her clit and Ella stared into her eyes as she worked.
Lucy finally relented, screaming and orgasming hard, bucking wildly on Ella's face.
She slumped in her chair in a daze, both frustrated and satisfied simultaneously. She took a moment to look at Ella's face, ignoring the pinging messages from her team.
Ella still had a mischievous look on her face.
Lucy felt her energy returning. She grabbed underneath Ella's arms and pulled her onto her lap towards her face so they were centimetres apart. "You're going to pay for that."
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Thanks to sbrooks for the read and making it fit for human consumption.
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Like everyone across American, social distancing changed my life.
A year ago, I had the world by the balls. An amazing, smart, funny and beautiful wife. Family that cared about me. Great paying job with continued career potential. Friends I'd trust with my life.
So how do you start to doubt yourself and everything going on in your life? You discover that something you thought was solid, isn't nearly as solid as you thought.
As the fear of covid started to spread, each state decided to take its own view of how to deal with the crisis. With the federal government not interested in doing a national shutdown, the states were left to their own choice. That this is how the Constitution enabled the states to hold the power instead of the federal government is an interesting civics class debate for those of you who also have your MD in covid studies and your Juris Doctor in Constitutional law from Google University.
Shocking exactly no one over the age of 18, each state went along political lines.
Those that trend liberal started to shut down, while those that lean conservative kept everything open, the number of cases be damned.
Living in a state with an identity crisis, we got to enjoy the governor shutting everything down, while the state legislature and judges tried to force them back open. But until that happens, everything is closed and gatherings of more than 20 are banned unless you decided to protest, then you are somehow invincible. If you can figure out any of this logic you are a better man than me.
With both of us being deemed unessential by our fearless governor and health advisor, we set up our new work offices in our previously established home office, which required almost no actual physical changes thankfully, just the scheduling aspects of deconflicting our suddenly unimportant work with the requirements of 412 different online meetings and assignments due for the kids.
Two of the three kids had active teachers who assigned work. But of course, one of them had to have the lazy teacher that gave them almost no assignments and basically took the rest of the semester off.
Strict adherence to scheduling became the name of the game as we deconflicted teaching, parenting and work responsibilities to the best of our abilities. Most of the time one of us would teach/parent while the other did their work and then we would trade off.
Friday afternoons became the golden work time as the kids finished off their projects for the week. Once done with the schooling they could be plug into their digital device of choice, allowing for both us to work at the same time with minimal distraction.
That is how Sara and I came to have the rare moment in the office together. She's a mid-level manager who is responsible for about ten people that she has to talk to on a fairly regular basis. Fridays were their weekly close out Zoom meeting to make sure everyone knew what was going on and were ready for the next week.
It was one of the typical meetings. Those personnel meeting quotas were congratulated, while those behind the curve were either gently inspired if this was a random occurrence, or told to stay around after the meeting for a one on one counseling session that meant you were in serious trouble.
Andrea was one of Sara's less than star performers, which is understandable when you realize that Andrea was hired for her looks and not her mental acuity. Back when you could meet people in person having a gorgeous woman selling your product made complete business sense. Guys get distracted by her looks and maybe decide to place an order to see her again. Stupid, but it works.
That skill set becomes undervalued when you aren't in person and you need to actually know what you are talking about to make the sale. Sex is much harder to sell over video than in close proximity. Selling from a distance was beyond
Andrea's skill set, so she was always on the naughty list and today was no exception.
I smiled as I listened to Sara give Andrea the disappointed speech. Despite Sara's attempt at positiveness, everyone on the Zoom meeting knew Andrea was in trouble when Sara told her to wait around after the meeting was over.
"Sure Sara, I'll wait afterwards," Andrea frustratingly responded.
That should have ended it right there. But it has happened to most of us at one time or another after we are done talking on a video teleconference:
We forget to mute.
I don't know who she was talking to, maybe herself for all we know, but Andrea just let her liberal feelings go, unaware that she wasn't hidden by the shield of the mute button.
"Fucking self-righteous bitch is going to yell at me for messing up a little bit. I wonder how full of herself she would be if I told her husband she fucked Corey at the last conference."
My head immediately shot up from my computer and looked at my previously loving wife as her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened.
You could hear the members of her team yelling, "Oh my god," "Your mic is on Andrea," "Shut up," and even a "Holy shit, no way."
I got up from my desk and walked in front of the Zoom. "Thank you Andrea, if it is possible, I'd like to talk to you more about my wife's relationship with Corey."
I gave her my cell number and email address while Sara just continued to sit there in complete shock about what had happened.
"You also probably don't need to wait around after the call, I think Sara has other issues right now to deal with so maybe she'll talk to you later"
"John, I ..."
"Before you even start down this trail of complete bullshit let's take this to the bedroom so we can discuss this while you pack."
I could see the look of confusion as she looked at her computer and then she turned and followed me as I left the office.
Arriving in the bedroom I reached under the bed and pulled her suitcase out.
"Pack what you need to live at your parents' house for the foreseeable future."
"John, I'm so sorry. It was a one-time thing, I was celebrating and drinking too much after I got the award for saving the Collins deal. I swear it was only once and I've felt so guilty about it since."
"Sure, you were, that is why you told me as soon as you got home. Pack your shit and go to your parents. I'll even call them to let them know you are coming."
Pulling out my phone I called my Father-in-Law with him picking up on the second ring.
"Wasn't it great how bad Brady sucked last weekend? Best day I've had in years"
"That was fun to watch but unfortunately, I have a serious issue that I need your help with. It seems your daughter has a boyfriend that I've just been made aware of. While I figure out what's going on would it be possible for her to stay with you and Jackie for a while?"
"This isn't funny, John."
"No, Tom, and I wish I were joking. You can talk to her yourself."
I handed the phone to Sara who looked at it as if it was a hand grenade.
Slowly she put it up to her ear, "I'm sorry, Daddy".
While Jackie was actually a retired English teacher, Tom clearly had a grasp of curse words that was enviable a Navy Chief Petty Officer. While he chewed Sara out, I continued to pack her clothes, then grabbing the smaller case I moved on to her hygiene products.
After a few minutes she handed me the phone while the tears fell down her face.
"So, would it be ok if she stayed over for a while?"
"Of course, maybe I can beat some common sense into the moron."
After a pause he continued, "How are you so calm right now. Are you all right?"
"I'm just in shock right now. What I'm really concerned with is that when it wears off, I'm going to be pissed and possibly violent with her and I think it is best for everyone if she isn't here for a few days until I can figure out what happened.
Thanks for taking her, she'll be on her way to you shortly."
Ending the call, I turned to Sara.
"I'm going to put this in your car, go tell the kids that you'll be gone for a couple of days. Let me make my position very clear at this point; you lie, you are gone. If this is a long running affair, you are gone. It is only because of the kids that I'm not filing for divorce today, so you have very little time to unfuck yourself before I call Dave for a recommendation for a divorce attorney."
She was outside shortly after I finished putting the bags away in the trunk of her car.
The anguish and guilt on her face clearly showed how remorseful she was but we weren't close to being the happy couple we were thirty minutes ago.
Shit.
It felt like my life was a complete sham and it happened quicker than I could get a pizza delivered.
I understood that I was in shock and that I'd been on autopilot since Andrea ran her mouth.
I sent a quick text to my buddies Bill and Ted telling them that I wasn't going to be able to make it over tonight.
The responses came back quickly.
"Whipped bitch."
"She's got you by the balls."
Grabbing a beer, I shot my response back, "I wish it was only my balls she was playing with."
After a second, I realized what I had texted and had a good idea what was coming.
I called the neighbors and asked if it would be possible for the kids to have a sleep over. I got everyone ready to go with their stuff and managed to get back without having a substantial discussion with the neighbors.
Shortly after I got back home, Bill showed up at my door. As I opened up the door to let him in, Ted drove up in his piece of shit pickup.
With a sense of purpose that can only be mustered by someone who is both highly motivated and clueless, we watched in awe as Ted reached into the back of his truck and grabbed out a shovel, trash bags and limes.
Bill and I just looked at each other, both of us clearly confused as Ted walked towards us.
As he got closer Ted spoke, "We're going to kill the bitch, right?"
Bill busted out of laughing and I couldn't help it either. He just looked completely ridiculous.
Bill asked him what we both wanted to, "What are you going to do with the limes, make her a margarita and give her alcohol poisoning?"
"No dumbass, I saw this documentary on YouTube about this Mexican cartel guy who used limes to get rid of bodies of dead people."
"That's lye you idiot."
"I ain't lyin about it! I saw it on YouTube. He dumped the bodies in lime and it got rid of the skin and flesh and stuff."
There are few things better to get your mind off of something awful than listening to two people have a stupid argument. But since Ted had openly declared his intent to murder Sara, it was best if I got these two inside before the cops came up and I had to explain Ted's supply choices.
"He isn't calling you a liar buddy, he is trying to tell you that it is lye, not limes. It works kind of like acid and decomposes the body like you said"
"Really?"
"Afraid so, let's go inside and I'll tell guys what happened."
As Ted made lime margaritas in the blender, I went over the story of how I had found out and what I done so far.
Ted stopped the blender for a second so he could speak, "So this other chick just ran her mouth and you heard it all. Man. That really sucks. Does the other chick have big tits or something? Maybe you can talk to her and then fuck her for revenge?"
"I saw her last year at the Christmas party and she is pretty hot. But I don't want to stoop to Sara's level just yet."
Bill took a margarita and made a noise of approval after sipping, "Lyme disease is right though, you've got to talk to the big tits chick and see what she knows about Sara's cheating. You need to know what you are up against before you go on the warpath and you're more likely to hear it from one of Sara's enemies than you are her friends. If it was a one-time thing then it's a hard choice, if it's an ongoing affair then it's pretty easy and she's gone."
Taking a sip of margarita, I shook my head appreciatively at how well the limes had transitioned from potential criminal act to a tasty beverage.
"Ok, so I figure out what when on then, go from there. Sounds like a good idea."
"And if it is multiple times, you fuck the chick with the big tits."
I just laughed, "Yup, good plan."
After waking up the next morning with a headache, I took a few aspirin and began my search for information. It was easy to find Andrea's phone number in Sara's home office, so I gave Andrea a call and asked her to meet me to talk. After apologizing, she agreed to meet me for coffee.
Coffee with Andrea was informative and told me what I had hoped to hear. Sara had been excited and not paying attention to what she drinking and she had too much. Andrea had seen Sara crying while doing the walk of shame the next morning out of Corey's room.
Andrea actually stuck up for Sara which kind of surprised me. She told me how much Sara loved me how embarrassed and sorry she felt about accidently telling me during the meeting.
"I actually appreciate you telling me what happened. I'd rather know the ugly truth as opposed to the pretty lies."
I paid for lunch and headed home.
After picking up the kids and thanking the neighbors profusely, we went across the yard back home.
While I kept the kids entertained, I tried to think of what I wanted. While I was frustrated and pissed about what she did, until then she'd been an amazing wife and mother. As if to validate her good qualities Sara called during lunch.
"I know you hate me, but I just wanted to call and make sure you and the kids are alright."
"So not only am I an awful husband, but I'm also an incompetent parent?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant at all. Peggy sent me a text telling me to have fun last night while she watched the kids I know what I did cause you a lot of pain and I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"So, did you have fun last night? Enjoy some naughty time with another of your lovers?"
Sometimes I can't control my mouth, and being petty at this point seemed to make me feel slightly better knowing that I caused her just a little pain. And yes, I'm being childish but she started it.
"I spent the evening crying while telling my parents what a complete moron I was, and how I'm probably going to end up the weird divorced lady with hundreds of cats."
I can't help but smile knowing how much she despises cats.
"I'll never be able to tell you how sorry I am for what I did to us. Please give me a chance to show you that I'm more than just the bitch who did something really stupid."
I thought for a second. I had the outline in my mind what I wanted to do. At least with her.
"Come back home tomorrow in the afternoon. We'll talk and figure out what we are
going to do."
"Really?"
"Yes. But I need to you to write down everything you did with him and anyone else you've been with. I need to know the scope of the problem I'm dealing with. So, if you have any other skeletons you've been hiding, you better let me know what they are in your letter."
"Ok. Do you want me to email it or bring it over with me?"
"I'll bring it over with me. An email doesn't seem to be enough. Either is a letter."
The kids were oblivious to any issues going on, and accepted that Sara was at her parents' house without hesitation. A pizza and binge watching tv got the kids through the night.
Next morning after breakfast the kids and I went for a hike together. As we walked along, I asked them random questions about school and sports.
Towards the end of the walk I asked them each what they loved about their mom.
"I love that she reads me stories before bed. I like your stories daddy, but mommy is so much better at it," Susie said.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess second place isn't that bad."
I moved on to Janie, "What about you?"
"When she helps me with my math homework so I get the answers right."
"Are you saying I stink at teaching math?"
"No dad, she just teaches it a bit different so it is easier for me to understand than when you do it, since we kind of think alike."
"That's fair, what about you, Will?"
"I love how she takes care of us. Not just the picking up and cleaning the house that you both do, but the small stuff she does. The way she makes sure that we know that she loves us even if we make a huge mistake."
"Like when someone decided to use her makeup as warpaint?"
"Yea, she was upset but I still knew she loved me."
Lost in my own thoughts for a moment I simply replied, "We're pretty lucky to have her."
By the time we got back home, Sara was already there. The kids each gave her a hug and then disappeared.
Sara has always been the most beautiful women I've ever seen, but she clearly was struggling with what was going on and she looked awful.
I walked up and wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug. Yes, I was mad at her. Yes, she had brought it on herself. This wasn't about forgiving her for her mistake, this was just letting her feel some comfort in an uncomfortable situation.
I let go and stepped back. "Let's talk outside."
As we sat down on the chairs on the patio, she put the letter down in front of me. I took the envelope, opened it and began reading her letter.
She went into more detail than I really wanted to hear as she wrote about all of the guys she had been with before we met as well. She told me about what happened with Corey in as much detail as she remembered. She said how embarrassed she was for her own stupidity. He didn't rape her; he just took advantage of the situation when they had both been drinking.
She owned up to her failure. She offered to take a polygraph but I told her not to as it would be a waste of time. If she lied, we were done. She knew it, I knew it.
We talked until dinner and then again afterwards. We agreed that marriage counseling might may not be a bad idea. We were going to treat the counseling like a marriage tune-up. We'd already had the accident that had damaged our marriage, but we needed to make sure that everything was running smooth to ensure that nothing like it happened again. Preventive maintenance can sometimes save you from the accidents.
Luckily, with social distancing Sara didn't have to see her coworkers face to face, so her embarrassment was much less than if she had to go in for work. She did call her boss on Monday and told him what happened between her and Corey and how it had come out in the Zoom meeting. Corey wasn't her supervisor so there wasn't anything against company policy for what they did.
We both went about our day, switching back and forth between work and parenting until the day was over and we could finally pass out from exhaustion.
The next morning, I woke up with my shorts pulled slightly down and with the lovely feeling of Sara's mouth on my cock. Her wet tongue on the tip slowly got the desired rise out of me as she started to stroke me as she teased.
Wrapping my hands in her hair I pulled her mouth deeper onto my cock. As she looked into my eyes and smiled, I started to buck my hips as I started to fuck her mouth. Between the feel of her lips on my cock, and the noise of my cock going in and out of her mouth, I was at full length pretty quickly.
I pulled out of her mouth and teased her tongue with my cock. While she struggled to get my cock back in her mouth, she begged, "Fuck my ass, Baby, take me hard."
"Would you like that? Would you like to feel my cock inside you while I spank you as well?"
She was able to reach the tip and put me in her mouth. After giving her a few free moments, I pulled her back off my cock.
"Yes, I want you me. Use my ass, Baby"
Making sure my cock was out of her mouth, I firmly nudged her onto her back and then climbed on top of her, my body weight weighing her down.
Using my left hand to captured both of her hands and I pulled them over her head.
With my right hand I started to touch her. She was already soaking wet.
Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, "While you want me to fuck your ass, you seem to have forgotten who is in charge in here."
She softly moaned as I entered her. Letting go of her hands, I used mine to cup her face as we made love. This wasn't an angry hate fuck; this was just two people appreciating what they had. We'd done this a hundred times before, it just felt different because of the stress we were under. We knew we had something really special together and we realized how close to the edge that we had been and how far we still had to go.
A week later Corey was out for a run in the woods when a fellow jogger accidently bumped into him. Corey fell down a hill into a thorn bush and his skin was all torn up. After he got back to the top some people walking by stopped to help. They didn't have a first aid kit but they did have some limes on them from lunch, and they convinced him that it was actually a natural disinfectant. Corey screamed in agony as the acid started to coagulate his blood as it caused the minor chemical burn. It did help stop the bleeding though.
Corey was crying in pain as the guys walked away and didn't hear them talking to each other.
"Nice job lemon lime"
"Thanks. Did you know that lye shit can clean out drains too? I found a bunch at Home Depot."
"Good, because when John is done with dickhead, we may need it along with your shovel."
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Tersnia: Economic marvel and technological power-house of the new Asian emerging markets. It's an island kingdom--a single city--with a downtown of huge glittering skyscrapers and still has rickshaws in the streets.
It also has very specific concepts of punishment and discipline.
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Sumi Dela Cruz, punishment officer, wiped the prostitute's vaginal discharge off her gloved fingers and gave the olive-skinned buttocks before her a good final slap with her duty-tawse. From the other side of the usage station she heard the girl yelp. She gave the buttocks a pat. She could see the girl's bottom and vagina thrust out through the plastic restraint. Lower down her bare feet stuck out of two holes and further up, her hands stuck out. Her face stuck out the other side.
The punishment stall would allow the "use" of her by high-dominance men. She'd be fucked on and off for the next three hours. Women of any stripe could spank or tickle. It was an unpleasant position, as was intended by the punishment. Sumi checked her widget, the Tersnia equivalent of a mobile phone.
A 3204-a was up at the top of her queue. She clicked it, accepting the ticket and straddled her electric scooter. She accelerated away from the punishment station, merging with the traffic. She tapped her ear-piece, activating her Agent.
"Alagi," she said, readying it.
"Good morning Sumi," said the female voice in her ear.
"Tell me on the 3204,"
"Reyna Chas, aged 22, social media infraction on Takr. She got reported for an insulting tweet to an established city council woman.In addition to a 6 day ban, the council woman wants her punishment streamed on her profile."
Sumi considered. "What was the tat?"
"Reyna was arguing in the comments with account jailyf23 and called the council woman a bloated sewer rat. Unfortunately for her, she tagged the council woman and jailyf23 also reported the tat."
Sumi clicked her tongue. "Well, notify Reyna I'm en-route. Tell her to be ready when I arrive."
The apartments were coded for young unmarrieds and it was a squat building at six stories. It had immaculate grounds but the building's plus-sign shape suggested communal bathrooms in the center.
Sumi checked her widget and located Reyna's apartment. It was government subsidized which meant limited privacy and according to the data, Reyna had a couple of roommates. One of which was there.
Sumi logged her arrival and went up.
The interior halls were brightly lit with printed notices every few feet concerning hygiene. Wipe your bottom from front to back, always pee after sanctioned intercourse, brush your teeth with up and down strokes, and so on. The central sections did have the communal bathrooms, she saw--and the toilets were traditional squat toilets.
She triggered the door chime. Her electronic ID on her widget would open it if she tried--but it was better to let the occupants comply. A moment, another moment--she was going to trigger it again when the door opened.
The girl had a shock of bright purple hair and a brilliant, cute smile. Her eyes fairly beamed at the sight of the disciplinary officer.
"Reyna's in her room, waiting for you!" she stepped back welcoming Sumi in. The roommate was clearly excited--Reyna's gonna get it! Sumi understood--and even approved--but she hoped the girl would be able to provide comfort to Reyna after she was done.
"She's naked and ready! I made sure she visited the bathroom this morning! Is there anything else you need? Would you like a cup of tea?"
The girl was speaking rapidly--she was nervous and had clearly taken the role of house mother--at least for this process. Sumi took her in.
"Is that the media center over there?" she pointed to the table with the computer, a game console, and, of course, the web-camera.
"Yes," the purple haired girl said. "Is that where you're going to--"
"The complainant wants the infraction's punishment streamed." Sumi said. "Can you go fetch Reyna while I set up?"
"Oh! Yes. I'm Maria." she turned and rushed off to fetch Reyna. Sumi shook her head, slightly. Reyna was either very lucky or very unlucky to have such an attentive friend. She took her bag over to the table and woke the computer system, loading custom video software from a portable data-stick.
The data stick also swept the computer for illicit pornography, illegal torrenting, and other electronic misbehavior. The AI agent would be assessing the contents. She moved the ergonomic chair over to the side and adjusted the web-cam a bit. She dragged the coffee table over to her location and fastened restraint belts over it, the cuffs at the middle. She placed a heavy duty pad on the floor . . . just in case.
She was looking at the camera's picture when Maria led a naked Reyna into the room. Reyna looked far less eager and took small steps. She looked sullen and embarrassed. Sumi was glad to see it: sullen was better than terrified. She was thinking of the little American girl she'd visited yesterday. Poor thing. Reyna was no stranger to this.
"I'm officer Sumi," she said, "and I'm going to be carrying out your punishment today." She gave the girl a faint friendly smile. The girl sourly glared at the ground.
"Sit here," she patted the ergonomic seat. "You can fold your arms right across your belly button. Maria marched the girl over and guided her into the chair. Reyna folded her arms over her stomach. Her knees were pressed tightly together. Her nipples were erect. The web-cam's picture showed her in all her naked vulnerability.
Sumi stepped over. "Open up here--" She patted a knee.
Reyna made a little noise of complaint but shifted her knee over. Sumi paused and then patted the other. "Little more."
Reyna glared up at her, but did it. The view of her sex was mostly obscured by the chair--but the viewer could see she was freshly waxed--or her body hair had otherwise been suppressed--and she was blushing. Her breasts were full--she was 'inappropriately aroused.' Good.
Sumi reached out and with a gloved hand, raised her chin slightly. "You can scowl--but you need to look at me," she instructed the girl. Reyna glowered, glanced down--but brought her eyes back. "Good girl," Sumi praised her.
It was time to start.
"You, Reyna Chas, got into an argument on social media Talkr three days ago. You called your local council woman a 'bloated sewer rat,' yes?"
Reyna gritted her teeth. She nodded faintly.
Sumi reached out and stroked a finger up her throat to her chin. "I need you to answer clearly nene," she said gently. She felt the girl swallow.
"Yes miss," Reyna said. "I . . . did."
"And you knew that the council woman was a higher caste, of course," Sumi pressed.
To her credit, Reyna blushed badly and her eyes strayed down--but came back. "Yes, miss."
Sumi nodded. "So you're going to get a spanking. This will be presented to the complainant as well as posted on your social media profiles. The girl visibly flinched and squirmed at that. She'd been pretty sure it was coming, but Sumi saw her blush deepen and her eyes widen.
"Miss--I have d-dating prospects--" she stammered softly.
"It'll help," Sumi said, her tone clipped. It would, of course--she'd have interested parties flocking to her--but that didn't make things any easier. The council woman wanted her insulter humbled--punished and remorseful. She was going to get it and the young woman before her was going to remember this for quite a while.
Sumi nodded: "Step over to the table here. Spread your legs, put your palms flat on the top next to the restraints."
The girl did--her body was going to be side-ways to the web-cam. For this part, at least, her sex would be eclipsed by her buttocks and thighs. She drew in a breath and bent forward, placing her palms flat. Her legs were about an inch apart.
Sumi rolled her eyes. She decided to add a little extra for compliance purposes.
She strode over, bringing her bag and set it on the table. She squatted and affixed one wrist with the cuffs, and then the other. The cuffs were padded and velcro closed. She pushed them carefully. They'd hold even if the girl struggled wildly.
She stood up and gently brushed Reyna's hair to the other side so the camera could see her face. She then paced back to the girl's rear and inserted a finger into Reyna's already wet and ready vagina.
The girl gave a shocked gasp, highly visible on the camera screen. Off to the side, Sumi heard Maria gasp as well.
"Open your legs wider, nene," Sumi said conversationally. She crooked her finger. The girl gave another little cry and she spread her bare feet wide--wider. "There," Sumi said, relaxing her finger. "If you close them, I'll be annoyed."
The girl gave a slight sob.
Sumi begin to rub an oil into Reyna's buttocks. The oil would tenderize and create a tingling stimulating sensation. Sumi knew some girls who used it on themselves during sex to heighten the sensations where it was applied. It would be far less welcome here. The girl sniffled, feeling a pleasant heat and increased sensitivity in the region.
Then Sumi removed a plastic applicator like a tampon. She gently slid it into Reyna's vagina, twisting and pulling so that the device was seated and a string dangled out.
"If you clench your bottom or your sex," she said, "it gives a mild rebuke." Her fingers rubbed the girl's exposed and erect clitoris briefly.
The shock-tampon was a much-hated device--almost as much as the Pull Generators. She had seen precious few girls who could sustain punishment without clenching--but as a trainer it worked beautifully. Reyna was in for a lesson!
She placed the applicator tube down and took a small tin from the bag. The paste inside caused significant irritation. It was developed from pin-worm eggs and created an insufferable itching where it was applied. She carefully spread Reyna's buttocks and took a dollop of the goo on her gloved finger and then rubbed it carefully into the bent girl's anus. She heard the girl gasp and whimper.
"What is that?" she asked, timid now.
"It is an itching cream," Sumi said, gently. "A pretty bad one--you won't like it."
Reyna gave a soft moan. Sumi smiled. She could see how this looked on the monitor, the girl's face sniffling--sobbing--tears starting. Her narrow, bare body quivering slightly. A prance of her feet--fear and humiliation rising.
She gave the girl a pat on her sex. If some of the residue of the itching ointment wound up there, it would be something else to endure. She was going to have more pressing issues, though, shortly.
From the bag she took and unfolded a rubber-sheathed switch. It was flexible and whippy. Inside was a metal spine that could be stiffened with the touch of a control on the handle. It was a wicked instrument. At its stiffest, it was a cane and would bite deeply. When the spine was relaxed, it was more of a switch which would whip across the skin.
She stepped back, observing the buttocks. Across the room, eyes huge, Maria watched. She was, Sumi saw, sympathetic to her roommate. Good. The girl would need some aftercare. She felt that Maria would be skilled in appling it.
"Now your spanking is going to begin, Reyna. I'm going to give you twenty two strokes--each will hurt. For the stroke to count, you must push your buttocks out and face the camera. I want the council woman to see your face as I deliver the punishment.
Reyna started to cry. Good. This wasn't supposed to be dignified.
"I will give you eleven strokes. There will be an eight minute break. Then you will get the final eleven. If you behave properly, that will be all."
She spread her legs and lay the rod across Reyna's globes. Touching where she intended to strike, she set herself. The girl squealed.
She'd clenched her sex in anticipation of the stroke and the shock-tampon had activated. Sumi allowed herself a slight, pursed, smirk. The girl's knees folded and she yelped--crying out in surprise and horror. The shock wasn't hard--but inside her tender channel it was an intimate and almost unbearable sensation.
"Put yourself in position, Reyna--push your buttocks out," Sumi said. She could have struck then, not counting the stroke as Reyna was out of position--but there would be time for that later.
The girl was sobbing already as she pushed her buttocks out.
SWATZ! She had relaxed the internal spine so the implement had some give to it. It snapped across the girl's buttocks and she gave a cry! The sensitization cream had done its job.
"Face the camera, Reyna--let the council woman see your pretty tears," she lectured.
SNAP! The girl shrieked and dropped to her knees. She'd clenched and gotten the shock on top of her stroke.
"Back in position, nene," Sumi said. Moaning, Reyna got up. She bit her lower lip and pushed her buttocks out.
"Good girl. Let's get you punished."
Sumi struck again and the girl jumped but didn't clench her bottom or her sex. Good.
Again--and again. Through Sumi's ear-piece, her software agent told her that the girl's face was hidden under her hair.
SNAP! Sumi flexed the switch against the girl's buttocks and heard the gasp.
"Keep your face to the camera," she said, stepping forward. "That one didn't count."
She was rewarded with a shaky, pathetic whimper from Reyna.
"Maria, could you please step over here and help keep Reyna's hair out of her face?"
The girl leapt from where she was standing and quickly came around. Nervously, and flushed, she sucked Reyna's hair back, whispering something encouraging to her friend.
"Good--now push your bottom out, girl." she tapped the girl's nates. Reluctantly, and tremulously, Reyna pushed her buttocks back.
SWAT! "Yii!!" the girl clenched and got another shock.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Sumi switched the girl's buttocks and watched her cry out. Good. The video would be fetching.
Whik! Whik! Whik! The next three targeted the lower buttocks and it was all the girl could do to keep the target area presented. Tear-tracks glistened on her cheeks. Sumi nodded.
"Time for our break. You will turn and face away. When you are in position, I will start the timer."
Reyna was heaving with tremulous sobs. With Maria's help they turned the table so that the bent over girl was facing away from the webcam. Her buttocks were presented full on. Sumi heard her moan with the humiliation of the position--but she wasn't done.Taking two adhesive strips she applied one to the left buttock, pressing it against the skin just where it split and then pulling and pressing the other end against her buttock closer to her thigh. The strip pulled the buttock, spreading it wider.
Reyna sniffed and gave a louder cry as Sumi applied the second strip to her other cheek. The girl's eyes were wide with humiliated horror. Her spread cheeks now framed her displayed anus--and below that, her sex, directly to the camera.
She was shaking with barely contained tears.
Sumi stroked her hair down the back of her neck.
She had started an electric timer that was on the table where Reyna could see it.
"Good girl--just hold your position." She gave her a pat.
Of course she knew that in addition to the humiliation of having her dusky anus displayed to the camera, another discomfort was quickly climbing. The gel she had put on the girl's anus contained small nodules of a substance that provoked a powerful itch. The girl shifted, biting her lower lip.
She gasped as she tried to clench her muscles in a vain attempt to address the discomfort. The shock-tampon activated, giving her a reminder from her vagina. She yelped and jumped. Oh!
Now, with nothing to do but wait, her buttocks, relaxed, and suffering, she whimpered and shifted.
"It itches," she whined.
"It's punishment," Sumi said simply. "It's not going to feel good. Are we sorry for our outburst online?"
Reyna nodded her head firmly. She gave another little gasping cry of distress. "Ohh," she moaned. Sumi knew her buttocks were shrieking in pain too. The lashes of the switch combined with the tingly sensitization cream would hound her for a few hours.
Right now, though, she was caught in the desperate need to scratch her humiliating, private, and displayed spot. Her attention focused on her anus, she was acutely aware of the camera--the stream--the embarrassment--the humiliation of it. Sumi watched tears drip from her cheeks and nose.
The timer read 4:13 to go.
"Ohhhh!" Reyna flexed her knees. Unable to clench and getting no relief from anything, she was unable to remain still. Her stomach had been sucked in at first--but now it was relaxed. She was a trim girl--but she no longer cared about trying to look her best.
Sumi approved. Her eyes roamed over the young woman. She was quivering and sobbing.
"Please!" Reyna begged, her eyes wide. "Oh--please--clean it off?" She was pleading with Sumi, knowing it wouldn't help.
"In a few minutes we'll do the second part of your spanking and then your punishment will be completed," Sumi said.
The girl sobbed.
The system chimed. A request to join the call-stream. Sumi startled. That usually wasn't allowed. She stepped over to the system aware that Maria was staring at her and Reyna was craning her head around to see.
Sumi brought up the waiting room. Council-Woman Anya. Sumi blinked. Oh.
She did mental calculations. Her fingers adjusted the mouse and clicked.
The council woman's face filled the TV screen, the webcam image of Reyna's stripped bottom, framing her anus, moving off to the side.
"I wanted to drop in on my constituent," Ms. Anya said smugly.
Reyna wailed. "I'm sorry, miss!"
"I bet you are. But a 'bloated sewer rat' isn't going to give you any mercy."
"Ohhhh!" Reyna moaned.
"Is your dirty little anus itching you?" cooed the woman. Sumi was impressed. Either she recognized the gel or she had looked up the punishment before joining.
"Yes--yes, miss!! Ohh!" Reyna fairly bounced on her toes. The humiliation spiking along with the itch. "It's awful!" she cried.
"Good," said Ms. Anya, a bit nastily. "Then you'll learn to hold your nasty little tongue." She winked at Sumi as Reyna wailed.
The timer beeped.
"Time for your last set. Push your buttocks out."
Sumi stepped to the side. Now she stiffened the implement--it would bite more like a cane.
Reyna sobbed--her buttocks were in place--but--
"Push them out more," Sumi said. "I want Ms. Anya to get a good view of your punishment."
Reyna's sobs went up an octave--but she did.
Sumi didn't bother removing the tape. Having her cheeks spread would be better than the negligible protection it would give.
SZAT! SNAP! SHIK! Sumi lined up the rod and then applied three quick hard strokes, each one sinking slightly into the meat of Reyna's bottom. The girl gasped and shrieked with each one. A secondary squeal indicated she'd triggered the shock tampon.
The girl's knees bent as she did what she could to escape the blows. She picked her feet up and put them down, dancing as the pain sank in.
"Bottom back!" snapped Sumi. "I'll add extra!"
It was mostly meant to terrorize the poor thing. Sumi felt the punishment was fine and certainly seemed to meet the council woman's standards. Reyna, trembling, put her buttocks back.
WHOK! CRACK! CRACK THWAK! Another four and Reyna dropped to her knees, her head down, sobbing wildly. Sumi tapped her buttocks.
"Four more, nene. Get back in position." Weeping, the girl did. "Good girl," Sumi said.
The next four were low, kissing the backs of her thighs right near the crease where they met her buttocks. SWHIK! SWICK! SNAP! WHOK!
The girl bravely held through each of them, crying out with every stroke. When the last one completed, she dropped again, her wrists still strapped to the coffee table, moaning. Sumi stepped over and adjusted the camera to look down as Maria rushed to her side, unstrapping her wrists and holding Reyna in her arms.
Sumi nodded to Maria when she looked up. "Her punishment is complete--you can take her to the bathroom to get cleaned up."
The communal bathrooms would be pretty empty this time of day, Sumi thought--but even if someone was there, it would be a mild embarrassment compared to what the girl had just gone through.
She faced the councilwoman, who looked, yes, very satisfied.
"Well done, officer Sumi," the woman said. "I think the girl has been well chastised."
Sumi gave her a curtsey. She knew the official uniform looked crisp and sharp--but she still eyed herself in the camera view. "Thank you, councilwoman Anya."
The woman considered her. "I may have a task-set for you. I'm pleased with your ability. I will reach out to your command structure."
Sumi felt a faint blush on her cheeks. It was nice to be praised--but this was also a woman who had called for a punishment ticket for an online insult. That was far from unheard of--but it spoke to a person who was very meticulous about not skipping on details.
She bowed as the woman cut the feed.
Sumi had appended the quickly edited video to the girl's social feed and locked up as the two occupants were still in the bathrooms. Before she had left it had 400 views. Sumi smirked: it was unquestionably going to help Reyna's dating prospects!
"Sumi," her agent chimed in her ear. An alert.
"Yes?" she prompted it, in the elevator, riding down.
"The American you attended yesterday has gotten a punishment alert for masturbation."
Sumi scowled slightly. She'd asked to be updated on the girl's status since she was a foreigner and thoroughly unused to the island ways. A masturbation alert wasn't exactly surprising--but it indicated someone who was going to need a strict eye kept on her.
"What's going on?"
The agent paused. "Her manager deemed her a masturbation prospect and gave her a token for a chastity restraint. She didn't use it. The manager and her overboss assess a masturbation breach."
Sumi clucked her tongue. "What are they doing?"
"The notification has been sent. She's going to be punished after quarantine in the office."
Sumi nodded. The girl had a few more days.
"Has she ordered the chastity service?"
"Negative," said the agent. "She is trying to escalate a review on the claim she didn't pleasure herself."
Sumi rolled her eyes. Of course the girl didn't know better--she hadn't grown up here.
"She's going to go in front of a Truth Engine and try to lie and say she didn't do it," Sumi said
"Presumably," the agent replied.
Hmmph.
"What's in my queue?" Sumi asked.
"Right now your queue is clear," the agent said.
Sumi straddled the electric scooter she rode. "Ping the American. Tell her to meet me downstairs in twenty minutes."
"Message sent. Should I make it an order?"
Sumi piloted the scooter through traffic. "If she gives any resistance, tell her it's for her own good and she's earned a spanking just for being difficult." The girl had to learn how things were done here.
"Message delivered. She did give me a token rejection at first."
"Good," Sumi said. "The spanking will help her." She wasn't far from the traveler's green zone and its array of shops and gardens and restaurants that foreigners were confined to for two weeks on arrival. She slipped her mask on as she passed into it.
Her bag of equipment was stowed in the seat of the scooter and, after consideration, she took a slim tube from it. That and her duty tawse. She walked across the sun-bright pavement to the shaded benches under large trees outside the green-zone apartments. She was seated, looking at her widget, when a harried looking Vicky dressed in the same baggy clothes she'd worn yesterday appeared.
The girl looked a mess. Her hair was mostly un-combed. She looked wrung out and looked fearfully at Sumi. Sumi closed her eyes and inhaled.
"Come here, Vicky-kan," she called out. The girl hurried over. She wore American sneakers. Sumi shook her head slightly.
Vicky stood before her, arms dangling. She looked sour and scared. Sumi patted the seat beside her.
"You should be able to sit without much discomfort," she said. When Vicky didn't move, she added, "I'd know. Come, sit."
Reluctantly, Vicky sat.
"You don't have a disciplinary ticket from me," she said. "I came because I got notified that you have one from work."
Sumi saw the girl's blush and look of askance.
"Everything is networked here, Vicky-kan," she said gently. "And you don't have much privacy. I asked to be notified if you got into trouble after our session."
"Why?" the girl asked softly.
Sumi reached up and brushed her hair back. "Because you're new here--and you don't have anyone to show you around or tell you how we do things. When you are in the workplace you will--but right now, you're a bit lost, even if you don't know it."
"One of the office girls came . . . last night," Vicky swallowed. "She tried--tried to tell me--"
Sumi heard the shaky tears in the girl's voice and smiled wanly. She reached out and took the girl in a soft embrace. The American was surprised at this--but after a moment of stiffness; she let herself melt against the punishment officer.
"Don't tell anyone you didn't pleasure yourself," Sumi said, stroking the girl. She wasn't sobbing, she just shook slightly against her.
"If you claim you didn't they'll take you to a Truth Engine--a Verifer machine--those use powerful AI trees, multiple sensors, and a brain scan to detect lying. They're very hard to lie to--"
"If it turns out you have been claiming you did not--and you did--the punishment will be much worse."
She heard the girl moan softly.
"Trust me, Vicky-kan," she said. "Much better if you do it this way."
Vicky sniffled. "What are you going to do?"
Sumi smiled slightly.
"I'm going to take you to get belted--then I'll take you home--and, oh--spank you lightly for initial resistance." She stroked Vicky gently.
"Lightly?" Vicky asked, her voice betraying the quiver.
"Very," promised Sumi. "It'll hurt--a little. That's all." She didn't add that the girl would 'probably like it.' She very well would not--not exactly--but Sumi suspected that the intimate spanking she had planned for the girl would help her get over her outsider's fear of being punished, period. Not all at once, of course, but she highly suspected the girl's boss at work was going to make her punishment for masturbation educational, rather than severe.
Vicky sniffled and wiped her nose and sat up.
"I guess I chose to come here," she said, a bit thickly.
Sumi smiled wider. "You did--Ternsia has many wonders--you've little idea, I promise. But you'll see."
Sumi took her hand and stood. There was a shop near the edge of the green zone that would fit her with a belt. They walked under the bright sun down the wide clean boulevards of the zone.
The Green Zone had clearly defined borders with high walls that had lit green banners running across them and each access had a bar to hold back traffic when it was lowered.
Sumi wasn't taking her out of it. Near one of the entrances was a salon. Sumi guessed it looked like a nail salon to Vicky--but inside on lit panels were a variety of chastity devices. The slim hairless body of a boy showed off a gleaming polished penis cage. The svelte form of a girl with skin the color of coffee with lots of cream displayed a gleaming golden chastity belt.
Vicky came to a stop, staring.
Sumi smiled and gave her hand a pull.
"You're already getting punished for one night of pleasuring yourself," she coaxed. "You don't want another--and you've earned a mild spanking from me," She grinned.
Vicky paled--but swallowed and licked her lips.
"Will it--will it hurt?"
Sumi laughed. "No Vicky-kan, it won't hurt. It'll be easy. I promise!"
She felt the girl cringe--but she followed Sumi's lead and entered the shop. This was a chastity salon in the Green Zone so they were used to dealing with travelers and, especially, Americans. Vicky was allowed to change into a robe and was taken to a salon-like chair.
The hostess recognized Sumi as the dominant, easily: she was in uniform after all, and asked if she wanted the American girl further punished. Sumi, smiled gently and told her the girl would be well taken care of. She just needed to be belted.
The counter girl went over models with Sumi while Vicky lay back and had her hair washed. It was meant to be pleasant, and she lay back in the chair, blushing but closed her eyes as the girl went to work on her.
"This one is good because it displays the buttocks fully. The metal is entirely bio-phobic. You can dunk it in a sewer and it'll come out dry and clean. It has a surface grid that is sterilizing."
Sumi nodded. "That's a good one." The girl would have to go to the bathroom in it--the front plate would admit urine and a shower, much less the apartment's bidet, would clean it up nicely. Pooing would be slightly messier than normal--but the thin rounded metal band that would run through the cheeks would be easy to clean up. She was sure the American would be mortified--but she'd get used to it, and it was better than running up punishments.
Vicky lay back having her hair professionally washed in the warm water. It was nice--but she understood she'd be bared soon. She was glad she was the only 'customer' in here at this time.
"We are under punishment," the girl said, as she rinsed Vicky's hair. "This shop specializes in girls who have some points to work off." She smiled at the American.
"W-working here is punishment?" she asked.
"Visitors like it," the washer told her. "Authentic."
"Oh. Is . . . is it bad?"
The girl smiled. "Not terribly. Spankings at the start and end of shift. And an application of a vaginal itch during our time. I'll show you the marks!"
Vicky blushed horribly. "I--I don't--that's okay--" she said, her voice having gone hoarse.
"It's part of the service," the girl assured her.
Vicky was sitting up, her robe opened and drawn back so she sat bare on a seat that divided at the center so her thighs were supported while her area hung in space.
The girl had turned and lifted her brief pink skirt so she could see the faint redness and slight bruising along her buttocks. Mostly at the crest.
"It's a paddling," the girl said, looking over her shoulder--she was smiling and her eyes sparkled at the American's look of horror. "You can touch them--please--go ahead."
Vicky thought she didn't want to--that she shouldn't want to--but she reached out and softly touched the cleaned soft skin. The girl smiled more brightly.
"Tersnian culture!" she said. "You are friends with the punishment officer?"
"I--uh--I don't know--" Vicky stammered.
"If you are, very lucky!" The girl grinned. "She will know very well how to treat you."
Vicky sat back, unsure of what to think about that.
She saw the girl shimmy.
"You're itching?" she asked.
The girl nodded. "Part of the punishment." She made a face. "The worst part. Not nearly as much fun as the spanking!"
Vicky felt like there was a blazing furnace in her face. It was actually something of a relief when she saw Sumi and the girl walking over to her.
The counter girl had a clear plastic box with the belt in it. Vicky sat with her weight on her spread thighs, her bare feet on padded stirrups. She swallowed, feeling a rising wave of humiliation as the girls both stood before her, fully dressed, looking at her.
Was she supposed to say something? To her partial relief, Sumi put a hand on her shoulder.
"We are going to fit the belt on, Vicky-kan," she said. "It will not hurt or even be uncomfortable. You need to listen to Mayhanda. She will explain how it works."
Vicky sat, her bare ass dangling as she listened with rising horror that the belt would seal around her pudenda and its smooth rear piece would lay across her anus--and she would have to wash after going to the bathroom.
The woman explained how the belt was extremely hygienic and comfortable. The smart materials would allow cleaning fluids--but prevent access to her clitoris or vagina. She said the belt was rated for comfortable wear for 30 days without needing to be removed--but that any certified adult would be able to get it off.
Vicky was mortified. Wasn't she an adult?? She was 21. Sumi held her hand while the hostess dusted her region with powder and then slipped the belt on. It was pleasantly smooth and light. She was able to activate small lights which allowed her to re-size the material. It seemed to have no seams or hinges. When it was seated, the girl ran her finger along it and some pink lights flashed on the smooth gold surface.
"All locked, nene," she smiled. "You can take her to get dressed!"
Vicky caught the eyes of the service girl who gave her a comforting smile and a wave.
She walked back to the quarantine apartments with Sumi. She couldn't think of what to say. All she could think about was the spanking, Sumi had promised.
They rode up in the elevator and then was led into the apartment.
"W-where--" Vicky started, swallowing.
"Go to the bedroom and take everything off," Sumi said. "I will be there shortly."
"What are you doing?" Vicky asked, nervous.
"I am telling your work that I am looking after you. Your boss has issued some concern memos."
Vicky blanched.
"I can--oh--shit--I can tell her--"
Sumi held up a hand, giving her a placating smile. "You go and undress. This is my responsibility. It is better I respond. I'll explain, Vicky-kan. Go and do as you're told."
Vicky, imagining herself being fired--going back to the states without the great job she had landed--and landed under false pretenses that wouldn't work for another job. The shame of not having lasted even two weeks--she sat on the bed. She could hear the officer talking over the video. They were speaking the island language, a language near Tagalog which she didn't understand.
The girl was laughing good naturedly though. It didn't sound like she was being let go. She heard Ms. Taskirs' voice--more mature--a little smoky--sounding surprisingly positive considering that essentially a police officer was telling her that her new employee wasn't coming in. They exchanged more words in the island tongue and then she heard the sound of Sumi closing the call.
Oh, shit--she needed to undress.
She stripped off her t-shirt and was pulling the sweat pants down when Sumi strode in. She was wearing the gloves and mask she'd worn the first day. She had a small device in her hands.
"Move over," she said, coming to sit next to Vicky.
She sat next to Vicky who was now naked save for socks and the belt. Sumi held the device to her forehead and then, after a moment, moved it to her throat.
After a few moments more she removed it and took off the filter-mask. She smiled at Vicky.
"Lay down, Vicky-kan. Face down. I am going to massage your back and shoulders. You are very tense. It will help you relax."
Vicky swallowed. She wasn't sure where this was going--but she definitely felt things were out of her control.
"W-wait--please--I want to know what--"
Sumi's smile didn't waver--she held a finger to Vicky's lips.
"If you were a native," she said, "I would have soap in your mouth for swearing earlier--and I'd be adding spankings for resistance--"
Vicky swallowed.
"As it is, if you don't do as you're told, I am can have you taken to the Green Zone disciplinary station for disobedience--"
Vicky gulped.
Sumi laughed. "Lay down, face down. I will answer your questions."
Vicky turned and lay on the bed. She was acutely aware of how dirty the room was--she hadn't cleaned it since yesterday. Surely the young woman was aware that she was a bit of a slob!
She felt Sumi shift to straddle the small of her back, settling her weight. Then she felt the gloved fingers touch her shoulders and begin a massage. Sumy was unexpectedly strong--but she was gentle. She felt . . . vulnerable--being naked with a fully dressed officer on top of her--but . . . ohh--it felt good.
"I may take you to the disciplinary center anyway," mused Sumi. "You are cute, Vicky-kan!"
"Miss!" it was a soft squeal. The idea of being hauled to a punishment center was terrifying!
Sumi laughed. "Don't be scared, Vicky-kan. I am joking with you--I know this is all so strange."
She continued the massage.
"Your trabaho ina is very happy with you. She is glad that you are being seen to. She does not expect you to log into work today. Although she does want to see you in the belt. She is not upset with you as a worker--she told me you have already done more than she expected from a transplant in quarantine!"
"She's not upset that a punishment officer is in my apartment for the second time in two days?"
"She said she is glad I am pag-aalaga ng bata . . . babysitting," Sumi translated.
Vicky blushed badly. "Oh."
Sumi laughed. "You are not considered a grownup until you are married, Vicky-kan. And then, not for a few years. Possibly not until you have children!"
"Oh--I--okay--" she'd read something related in the material.
She lay there, feeling the massage--the officer was good. She closed her eyes.
"When I am with you," Sumi told her, "You are under my care--and if you aren't obedient it is on me to punish you." Vicky could hear the smile. "This is how it would be for anyone in our culture. When I am out with my girlfriends, if they are not at the same antas . . . the same social level? Then the same can apply to them. They must do as I tell them. If I am out with someone of a greater antas, I must do what they say."
"Even if you don't want to?" Vicky asked. She knew that following orders was a big deal in Tersnian society.
"Especially if I don't!" she laughed. "You have much to learn here!"
Vicky considered that was probably true.
The spanking took place later. Over Sumi's lap, she was actually limp and relaxed from the massage. The spanks weren't soft. She'd expected taps--but, no--these hurt. Not terribly--but enough that the 11 she got made her glad when they were over.
When they were over, though, and she was curled in Sumi's arms, the cooling fire of the punishment felt good in a strange way. Sumi held her and kissed her on the lips.
"It means I like you," Sumi explained. "It does not mean we must date--If you do not like me, there are ways you can say so--and I would not return--"
"No," Vicky said quickly. "It's just different--"
"Where you are from, I know," Sumi said. "Things work differently here--sex is not . . . uncommon. Even friends have sex. You and your co-workers may. Your boss may use you sexually. And so on. Kissing--petting--intimacy--it is common as well between friends of any sort."
"I read that," murmured Vicky.
"All the reading will not help when you are in it," Sumi said. "And part of relationships here is punishment--"
"I read that too," she said.
"A date could be me taking you to the punishment center," she said, stroking Vicky's shoulder. "And having you punished--probably not thoroughly--but enough to be sure you are unhappy!"
Vicky winced. The caress felt good. Sumi's body against hers, even dressed, felt comforting.
"It sounds like a bad date," she said.
"For the bottom, dates contain punishment," Sumi said. She could hear the smile. "Lift your leg up."
Vicky, on her side bent her leg and she felt Sumi touch the front plate of her belt.
"I can see from the lights here," Sumi said, "You're quite aroused."
"Ugh! Miss!"
She felt Sumi stroke her hair. "You will learn things. No date likes being taken for a good punishment. The bottom is not expected to enjoy it. But it is how things are done."
Vicky didn't remember if there was more conversation. She was drifting and warm. She was terribly horny and she didn't realize until hours later when she was up just how horrible the chastity device could be!
. . . TO BE CONTINUED
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On the small, high-tech island nation of Tersnia, Vicky's experience continues. The country, located somewhere in Asia, is an economic marvel with a very different concept of sexuality and discipline.
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THE DAY BEFORE THE GIRL'S NIGHT OUT
Vicky was standing still because she knew that if she squirmed she'd be punished more than she was already due. It was her first day in the office and she was miserably desperate to cum. The past few days had been awful: the chastity belt was somehow not gross even though she had to pee through it. The punishment officer Sumi who had put her in it was right: it cleaned up easily.
However, it absolutely prevented her from getting to her clit and she had spent the days curled up in bed with her hot-water travel bottle like she was on her period. Worse: she'd tormented herself looking at Tersnian social media and learning about the vast number of things that could get one punished--and the terrifying breadth of methods of punishment that could be levied.
She'd been an American and in the Green Zone for a 2 week quarantine--until today--so she was very limited about what she could see--but she'd read about disciplinary itches in private places and very public spankings in public places.
She'd read about humiliation parades where those in jail were marched down the street in day-glow prison uniforms color-coded to the offense and given various discomforts similar to that of a hot-pepper, slit down the sides, placed in the subject's rectums, while carts running ahead and behind played jaunty music to draw attention to the subjects!
That was only the beginning of things!
The social customs were a tangle of caste, level of dominance, social success... and social media "score." It was hard to decipher--but she was pretty sure as an unmarried 21 year old girl, she was near the bottom. It didn't help that she'd lubricated herself visibly when she'd been punished and that her second encounter with the punishment officer had ended with a spanking and after-care in the young woman's arms, and she had found the whole thing powerfully erotic!
Now she was in the office in front of her boss or her trabaho ina--her 'work mother'--Ms. Taskirs. She'd been given a punishment ticket for masturbating after her first punishment for insulting a senior executive who was trash talking America where he could (accidentally) hear it.
Called, literally, on the carpet, she found herself stricken and standing pale and shaken, before the woman.
The woman had held a video call with her a couple of days ago to show off the chastity belt. She had to stand bare bottom before the woman and turn and spread and bend to show off the device that was intended to keep her from illegal masturbation. The device that left her miserable!
Now she wore the jacket, button-down blouse, a man's tie, and a knee-length skirt in the same slate-gray as the jacket. Ms. Taskirs was looking through images on her computer. The monitor was, from the back, completely clear save for faint nearly invisible blocks of color where they were on the clearly visible side in front of the woman's eyes. It gave Vicky the disconcerting feeling the woman was staring at her the whole time.
When Ms. Taskirs shifted, Vicky gulped. How much trouble was she in? What would the punishment be?
"Vicky-kan," she said, using the Tersnian suffix indicating a child young person, "You earned a punishment for self-pleasuring--and I'd be doing you no favors if I let it go--"
Vicky blushed hard. Ohhh! Considering that female masturbation was literally illegal in Tersnia (unless allowed by your husband or something) she was unsure what the penalties could be. Could she be sent to a Tersnian prison? Wikipedia had been extremely unclear on a great deal.
"However, your team leader, Aletha, made quite a plea to let her handle the discipline--and given that she tried to convince you to call a chastity service, I've decided to let it rest with her."
"Y-yes, miss," Vicky gulped.
"I'll let her decide what to do." The mature woman looked over her glasses, fixing Vicky with a stern maternal stare. "I recommend you do as you're told with her. Even if the punishment seems strange."
Vicky nodded, fervently. "Well then, Vicky-kan, go meet your team in person. Your desk and things should be ready."
Her eyes flicked back to the monitor and Vicky stepped backwards--almost turned--but remembered to bow--was that low enough?? She bowed deeper. She saw the older woman smile and give her a faint nod, and she fled.
Ms. Taskirs' office had glass walls that could be made more or less opaque--but now they were crystal clear so everyone had seen the new American girl in there, and the group of Ms. Traskir's girls all followed the new American hire with interest.
Of course her team had already seen... all of her. During her streamed punishment. She was terrified of this first in person meeting.
WNFF! Vicky was struck from the side--blind sided as someone's arms wrapped around her.
"Vicky-kan!!" squealed a voice--the girl was an inch or two shorter than Vicky's five-foot-nothing, and hugged her tightly. "You survived your quarantine! You're one of us now! In the office!! And everything!"
Vicky struggled to remember the girl's name. She'd briefly met the team before coming over. Her two weeks in the quarantine apartment had remarkably little interaction.
"Tala, let her go." Aletha--the Team lead--threaded her way through the desks. "We're all glad to see her."
Vicky blushed badly. This was the girl who was going to punish her. Still, the Team lead had visited her after her awful punishment session and had... shown off her stripped bottom to Vicky and the Tattle-Tale egg she wore in her vagina to tell on her if she masturbated or orgasmed!
It had been odd and intimate... and the meeting had aroused Vicky. She looked helplessly at Aletha--should she thank her for overseeing her punishment? Beg? Grovel?
The Team Lead pried Tala off gently.
"Go fetch Vicky a coffee. To creams and a bunch of sugars. Alis na!"
Tala straightened at the last command, gave Vicky a slight bow--and scurried off.
Vicky watched the girl scamper around a desk bolting towards an alcove with machines and nooks.
"She's enthusiastic," Vicky said.
Aletha laughed. "She is. I'll introduce you to the team. Just saying hello and shaking hands will be fine here. No one expects you to know all the protocols."
She was led to a group of girls. Isa--plump and wearing round glasses. Nathalie, tall, slim, and very pretty. She wore a headscarf. Liezel, a bit average looking with dusted blue hair. All of them were Tersnian, what Vicky thought of as Filipino looking--maybe crossed with some...Korean? She didn't know.
For their part the girls seemed very happy to meet her. Both shaking hands--Liezel gave her a hug. No one said anything about her tele-punishment. Tala had put coffee with carefully stacked creamers and several sugars on the desk that waited for her. The girl seemed intent on making a good impression--and she was certainly cute looking.
"Office three," Aletha said, pointing.
Vicky nodded. "Yes ma'am." She guessed they had something to discuss.
Aletha closed the door, and patted the conference table.
"Sit, Vicky."
Vicky glance at one of the chairs. She boosted herself onto the table, eye to eye with the taller Aletha. Blushing, she looked down.
The girl reached out and tapped her throat with a finger--softly. Oh! The finger raised her chin, and Aletha bent in and gave her a kiss on the lips. Vicky could feel the girl's tongue against her lips. She felt her innards clench and then let her lips part.
Aletha pulled back and smiled. "Good girl. I am your team-lead. You won't refuse me. When I give you an order you'll do it. If you don't--or you hesitate I can assign you points--and I will--and those points get summed up and turn into punishments each week. Almost everyone gets a few points. Some get a lot. There's a reason Tala ran like that."
Vicky blanched. She looked out of the windows and could see everyone looking at their monitors--a few chatting. There were other teams in the office. She thought that Ms. Taskirs had... three teams? Maybe--they weren't alone up here--but they weren't staring at her either.
"You give Tala a lot of points?" It seemed like kicking a puppy.
"I give her what she earns," Aletha said. "Trust me when I say she's very aware of what she's doing--she needs a lot of attention. It's not to say she likes punishment--no one does--but she does need attention--and she gets plenty of that from me."
"Oh."
Aletha nodded. "Miss Taskirs told you I'm handing your pleasuring punishment?"
OH!! UGH!! Vicky blushed hard, her eyes widening.
"I'm sorry--I know you told me--"
Aletha held up a hand. Vicky hushed.
"I know I told you to call the service. I also knew there was a very, very high chance you wouldn't. You'll see how things are done here. It wasn't a trap--but it was a kind of test."
"I failed?" Vicky asked. Well, she had.
Aletha fondly brushed her hair back. "Good girl," she said as Vicky blushed at the touch. "Don't pull back or object to my touching you--that's points. Don't think of it as failing. You will 'fail' at many things--as will I and everyone else. You are here--and punishment is woven into our culture. You will learn how it works--and I think you will be fine. Maybe more than fine. You will find you flourish, even if parts of it are very hard."
Vicky realized she was holding her breath. The touches were warm--friendly. Even if they were invasive the issue was not the touching, it was the having no control. This girl could... have sex with her? However she wanted? Would Aletha rape her?? She blushed. She was heated. She'd worn panties over the chastity belt and now she was glad. Her arousal was powerful.
Aletha turned and boosted herself up, sitting next to her.
"Don't worry about points. I'll explain things to you before I assign them. It isn't a trap--if you resist your superiors--myself or Miss Taskirs, you'll get a punishment. We both know it's very unusual for you as an American and I don't plan to push things too hard. You'll just have to relax and let yourself flow with it."
"Thank you," Vicky said.
"Good. You're welcome--now!" she grinned. "You have a punishment coming--and I've planned a girl's night out after work for the team. Your punishment will be that you have to go out with us and learn about Tersnian culture--at least one night-life's worth!"
Vicky blinked. She remembered the disciplinary officer saying that a Tersnian 'date' could involve the officer hauling her down to a punishment center to be officially punished. Still--this sounded far better than whatever Miss Taskir had planned.
"Just--just going out?" Vicky asked.
"With the girls. There'll be... a bit of what you'd think of as punishment," Aletha grinned--"But trust me, if you relax and flow with it, it'll be fun!"
Vicky smiled slightly, bowed her head. "Yes ma'am."
Aletha drew her close and gave her another kiss.
Blushing, she walked Vicky back to her desk.
The desk was smallish and had an old-style monitor with an operating system that wasn't like any she'd used in the states. It had a cute anime-style cat girl in the lower corner of the screen who mostly 'sat' kneeling with her tail swishing slightly--but sprang up to haul windows open when Vicky clicked something. It was cute. If she moved the cursor near the icon the girl followed it with her eyes and once even leapt at it, like a cat chasing a bug!
Cute!
Around noon, Liezel--with blue hair, came over and tapped her shoulder. Vicky looked up.
"I won the draw," she said. "So I get to take you to lunch--"
Vicky swallowed. It was noon! She blushed. "Okay--let me get my--"
"My treat," Liezel grinned. "Come on. We're not going to the cafeteria--they have food trucks!"
Vicky got up and she and Liezel entered the stream of people--girls and boys--heading for the elevators.
"Stairs," Liezel said leading her past. "The elevators work on aggregate cultural level. If an executive calls it, we all get hauled up to his level and have to wait for the next one while he rides down alone."
"Oh," Vicky said.
"And if one of them's in a bad mood... or thinks you're cute... they can use their widget to issue you points!"
"Oh!" Vicky's eyes widened.
"Welcome to Tersnia."
Vicky followed her down and then out. The office park was grand--beautifully landscaped, it reminded her of Disney World. There were fountains where jets of water chased themselves around. She saw a group of people standing in rows. It took her a moment to realize two men--executives, she thought--were playing chess with lower level employees as the pieces!
There was the cafeteria--and now, with people in it, she could see three raised platforms with two boys and a girl standing on them, arms folded behind their backs, looking forlorn.
"Punishment platforms," Liezel said, following her eyes. "Trust me--they're plenty uncomfortable up there--and after lunch is over, they'll go to the punishment clinic for the real working over."
Vicky didn't know what to think--they already looked pretty wrung out, shifting slightly, everyone glancing at them as they walked by.
"Is it... bad here?" she asked. She detected a bit of cynicism in Liezel's manner.
"Well, it's a lot of punishment for... us. I mean," the girl scowled at the three people on the pedestals. "No," she sighed. "I mean, yes, kinda--for you? It's probably going to seem horrible at first--for... a while."
Vicky looked uneasily at her.
"I'm just complaining," Liezel said. "Don't take me too seriously. I could leave. I guess I haven't."
"Why not?" She could see the brightly colored food trucks across the quad.
"Tersnia is exciting," Liezel said. "I'm,,, my mother has an arranged marriage in mind and my future husband is already measuring me for a swing for punishment sex!"
Vicky's eyes widened.
Liezel groaned. "It's not like what it would mean in America," she said quickly. "It's just... annoying! I'm trying so hard to hate the guy and I can't even do that! He had a pheromone treatment: he smells like vanilla cookies." she kicked at a pebble.
"That sounds good," Vicky said uneasily.
"I love the smell of vanilla cookies. It's not even remotely fair! I asked him if I could get a tattoo--in Tersnia if you get a tattoo it's either a judicial punishment or it means you're low class!"
Vicky blinked.
"He said sure--that was okay, if it'd make me happy." Liezel scowled. "So I did it."
Vicky frowned.
"Small of my back--you'll see it tonight, probably. Did it upset him? No. His mother? Sure. My mom? Oh yeah. Him? Nope." she grimaced. "He said he thought it looked clever."
Vicky struggled not to laugh.
Liezel eyed her... and nodded. "Anyway, I'm complaining. You're the new girl. From great big mighty America! This must all seem pretty terrifying. Is it true you're not supposed to have sex until marriage and then only with your... husband?"
Vicky found herself blushing. "I--yes, well, it's not a law--but I mean, I guess you're supposed to--like that. Yeah."
"But the girl is supposed to enjoy it--the sex, I mean?"
"Well, yes." Vicky was blushing.
"I guess that's something," she said.
She took two plates of something that smelled delicious and they went over and sat on the lawn. Vicky hadn't seem them pay.
"I ordered with my widget. I'll help you get yours set up," she said. "Tersnia might not be America--but we're pretty high tech."
"I heard you have energy waves?"
"Magnetic-wave power, yeah. I know: Magnets don't have waves. I know. If you pair the magnetic effect with something that does though, you can get broadcast power. Yeah--" she pointed up at the sky where a white drone streaked overhead. "No batteries."
"Yeah," Vicky said, watching it. "That's insane."
"I'm told. There's a buncha stuff here you'll find insane." She took a bite.
"Everyone speaks such good English," Vicky said.
"Colonial," Liezel said around a mouth of food. "We were colonized by French royalty which married into British royalty and set up all the schools to teach English way back when. Plus we get a lot of American cartoons."
"Really?" Vicky was surprised.
Liezel nodded. "Kid stuff. But it's really popular here. They don't allow most American media--but kids cartoons are fine and we watch a lot of it."
Vicky nodded.
She paused. "What's going to happen tonight?"
Liezel glanced at her.
"Aletha told me the girls are all going out," Vicky clarified.
Liezel nodded. "You're due a punishment?"
Vicky blushed. "Yes," she said and swallowed.
"Well," Liezel chewed and swallowed. "I don't know what Aletha has in mind--but I expect all her girls will get some degree of punishment." She shrugged. "I'd expect a spanking at least. Just go with it. You won't like it--but you can have a fun night out even so."
Vicky wasn't so sure of that.
The food was delicious.
THAT NIGHT
Vicky was disturbed to find the toilets on their level were all squat toilets with only separator walls. She had to get down and pee through the belt and just hope no one walked by behind her. Also, while the belt stayed clean and dry, if she couldn't wash, she was... a little moist.
Still, she washed her hands, checked herself in the mirror and headed out. The girls were clustered around Aletha's desk.
Aletha saw her coming and waved her over. "We're going to the Palu--I'm hiring cars. Go with Isa. You're going to swing by and pick up Taraki. Malic is meeting us there." She clapped. "Everyone else--with me."
Vicky looked at Isa who smiled with a small amount of forced enthusiasm. Liezel was looking a bit sour with her arms folded--but Aletha herded the other girls out to the stairwell.
"Come on," Isa said. "The car will be waiting."
Vicky followed her out and down. The sky was darkening and lights were coming on from high poles. Waiting at the curb was a line of small, driverless electric vehicles. Rules in Tersnian were printed. Vicky could see icons representing panties and unfolded pads to be put on the seats. She glanced at Isa.
"If you're bare-bottom, there are folding pads in the compartment," Isa explained. "Don't worry about it."
They got in. The doors shut and a chime sounded. The vehicle pulled out and trundled down the roadway.
"Who is Taraki?" Vicky asked. Isa was working her Widget, sending a message.
"He's a friend of Aletha's Liezel. His top, Malic is meeting us there. They're good."
Vicky nodded. "And the Palu?"
"It's short for the real name. Translates to Pink Paddle in English." She gave a wan smile. "It's a good place for this--"
"This?"
"Emmm." Isa pondered. "Team intimacy," she said.
"I see," Vicky said.
"You will!" Isa grinned. "Trust us, okay? We're all your friends."
Vicky nodded. She sat back and watched the lights of Tersnia coming on as the vehicle hummed down the streets.
Taraki was a slim boy. He was slight and had short dark hair. He wore baggy, loose pants around his narrow waist and he wore a shirt that showed of the the definition of his frame. Vicky thought there was something delicate looking about him.
He hugged Isa tightly and she rubbed his back. When he looked at Vicky, he did something of a double-take.
"You're the American girl," he said, sliding in beside her. "Sorry. That was dumb. Hi, I'm Taraki."
Vicky took his hand. He had a strong floral scent. Vicky thought it was some kind of perfume or cologne.
He sat beside her, looking slightly chagrined. "This is your first day out of quarantine?"
"It is," Isa said from the back seat. "She's just getting used to everything." He gave her a smile. "Tersnia is very much different, I think than America. Don't let us scare you off."
Vicky managed a laugh. "I think I'm okay," she said. Was he physically uncomfortable? She thought so--maybe--but she couldn't place it."
"Malic is your... husband?" she asked. "Wive?"
He laughed. "Top--erm--husband, I guess."
Vicky blushed.
"It's a little complicated," he said.
"It's fine--fine--" Vicky said. "I'm fine with--whatever."
She heard Isa laugh from the back, and glanced over.
"Unions are about dominance," she said. "Distinct from sexual preference. Unlike in America, sexual preference isn't so much defining here."
Vicky didn't think of herself as a lesbian, but she thought of the other night with the disciplinary officer Sumi massaging her shoulders and back as she lay there, naked and how aroused she'd been.
The Palu was near the edge of the urbanized arc of the city. Not far from the jungles and farms--but it was lit up with a neon pink paddle blazing on the sign. A number of vehicles, from hired cars to personal transports were in the parking ring. The building had dark glass walls and she could see forms moving inside.
They piled out of the car. The night was warm and she could hear music. The glowing paddle was... a bit disturbing--but otherwise, she thought it looked like a pretty good night-spot. She reminded herself she was here as a kind of punishment and she should expect something not-exactly-pleasant.
Taraki was whispering something to Isa and she could just hear the island language but she didn't understand it.
She followed them in. It was a little cooler inside but still quite pleasant. She could see a bar with lights under the surface. In another section she saw what she thought were exercise bikes--until she looked more closely. Where the rider would bend over and there were pedals, the rear had a wheel with hanging rubbery straps from it. There were three spanking machines and, next to them, surrounded by a padded floor, was what looked like a mechanical bull with straps on it.
She was looking at it with wide eyes when Liezel waved to them. "Over here!"
Isa pointed her to the table where the others were and took Taraki off to the side for something.
Tala, the short bouncy girl hugged her--a bit less aggressively than the first time. "I ordered you a Sea Change," she said. "It's a good drink!"
"Thanks," Vicky laughed. She took a stool around the high top table and looked at the tall slim drink with colors in three or maybe four bands fading into each other. It smelled of bubbly lime.
She caught Aletha's eye, and the Team Lead nodded. It's fine.
She sipped it. It was good! A bit sweet. Somewhat fruity. The strength was questionable. She detected alcohol but it didn't seem extremely strong. Liezel was drinking something out of a can. Nathalie had a Sea Change as well. On the table was some kind of appetizer--she thought it was fried calamari but she wasn't sure.
"Okay, girls," said Aletha. "Let's do a point count!"
The girls hauled out their widgets. Vicky took her's out uncertainly--but Aletha made a calming motion. "You're not set up. Don't worry, Vicky-kan."
Vicky blushed at this.
"Eight points," Nathalie said. "And I know Isa only has six." The girl was still off with Taraki somewhere.
"Not bad," Aletha said cheerfully. "Liezel?"
Liezel scowled at her device. "I have eighteen," she groused. Nathalie looked alarmed and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"How?" Nathalie asked.
Liezel shrugged.
"Attitude," Aletha said, confidently. "We've talked about it."
"Yeah, I suppose so," Liezel said. She glanced across the restaurant at the spanking machines, sourly.
"Tala?" asked Aletha.
Tala was looking at her screen. "T-twenty four?" she said quietly, blushing hard. She looked pleadingly at Alteha, who laughed.
Aletha ruffled the girl's hair. "We won't do all of that tonight, Tala-kan," she soothed. The girl blushed--and squirmed--but smiled chagrined. Vicky gulped more of the drink.
Isa and Taraki were returning, the boy looked subdued and blushing.
"I have six points," Isa said, taking her seat. The stool next to Vicky was empty and Taraki met Vicky's eyes, clearly asking if it was okay for him to sit next to her. She blushed and smiled and nodded and he slid in.
"We are here to welcome our new friend and recent arrival to the island, Victoria Truman," Aletha said raising her drink. Everyone else raised theirs. Tala had gotten a canned beer for Taraki and he took a small sip as everyone drank to her.
"Everything is going to seem strange to her," Aletha continued--"so it is important for everyone to see Vicky-kan through her learning." Tala gave an enthusiastic little cheer at that and even the slightly sour-faced Liezel gave her an encouraging smile.
"Thanks," murmured Vicky. The drink made her feel warm and loose. Pleasant.
"We're also going to address points," Aletha announced. There were somewhat theatrical groans around the table. "But I know that Taraki doesn't have a point-count--but Malic told me he's under mild punishment." The boy squirmed and looked down.
"Vicky-kan," Aletha fixed her with a stare, Vicky felt skin prickle as her eyes widened.
What--me?? She stared.
"I know this is going to be strange and uncomfortable for you," Aletha said calmly. "That's intentional--and this is an order so you are going to do it, understood?"
Vicky gave a tiny nod, feeling the blood drain from her face.
"I want you to take Taraki to the girl's room." she pointed. "There's a nice sofa in there. You will bare him and give him twenty eight good spanks on his buttocks, dress him and bring him back here. I'll inspect the work. I want these to be good, hard spanks. Taraki will assist you. You haven't any choice in this unless you want to make everything much worse for him and you. Do you understand?"
Vicky was transfixed.
"I--uh--oh--I--think so?" she stammered.
She looked, horrified at Taraki and was surprised to see that he looked... pleased. A bit sheepish--but he wasn't glaring at her.
"Come on," he said, getting to his feet. "You can do this, Miss Vicky."
Tala bent over and gave Vicky a kiss on the cheek and a grin. "He's cute, no? You're allowed to enjoy this!"
Vicky steadied herself and nodded. Taraki had to lead the way though--she didn't quite get her feet moving until he started through the crowd.
Her head buzzed and her face flared with blush as she followed him. She was going to spank a boy she had just met! Bare bottom--hard? She--oh--how was this happening??
He made his way around the bar to the bathrooms which had three doors. Men, Women, and something else--he looked at her--and then pushed into the girl's door. The inside was tiled with pale pink tiles and the mirrors had pink fluorescent lights wrapping around them.
Around a privacy wall was the bathroom--several rows of squat toilets, the sofa, a stool in one corner. Vicky was overwhelmingly relieved there didn't seem to be anyone else there.
She walked stiffly to the red sofa and sat.
Taraki came over and sat beside her.
"This is the first time you've spanked anyone," he said. He took her hand--gently. She nodded.
He nodded. "Trust me, if it seems awkward for you, it's worse for me."
"I don't want--I mean--I didn't ask--"
He nodded. "I know--you're not inclined to hurt me--the point of this is... " he considered. "Domination. As a boy, I'm kind of 'ahead' of all the girls except Aletha who's married. Okay? And my dominant--my 'master' is intent on making sure that doesn't become the case just automatically. We have a history--there's stuff I won't bore you with right now."
"So it's important to him that when I'm out with the girls we make a point of my submission. This is a way to do it. Having the American girl do it under orders is... even more embarrassing."
He blushed.
"Sorry," she said.
"Even more hot," he said.
"Oh."
"Right--well, it's how things are done here--you are one of us now--a full open-ended Visa--so you should learn how to do this."
Vicky nodded.
He stood. "Undo the string." She reached out and undid the draw-string on his pants. They came down, revealing slim thighs and, to her surprise a kind of adult diaper around his region. He blushed, badly.
"I--Oh!"
"I am in a relationship with a dominant boy," he said, taking position across her lap. "It's a precaution."
"A precaution?"
"Go ahead and open it. It's fresh-clean--don't worry."
She un-did each thigh, pulling it back, to reveal his buttocks. Hairless, soft, she could see the individual muscles under the skin. He shifted, lifting his rear. She could see between them: his anus was a dark small hole--open.
She blinked.
"You should touch it," he said, his voice soft and a little choked.
She paused and then pushed her finger between his cheeks. Powder had been dusted over his buttocks and she could see the gleaming form of a penis cage over his bare scrotum. His anus was clearly... used. She gently touched the ring of relaxed muscles. She could feel small bumps along it. Hemorrhoids?
Ohhh.
"I get... a good amount of... punishment sex," he said, thickly. "Put a pad on your lap. I don't want my penis to stain your skirt."
Blushing madly, Vicky reached over and took one of the pads and he lifted and she spread it under him. Out of curiosity, she touched his scrotum. It seemed swollen and tight. He let out a little grunt of sensation as she ran her fingers over it.
"Twenty eight spanks?" she asked.
"My age," he confirmed. "Make sure she can see a hand print."
Vicky wasn't sure how to do this--so she did it: a hard swat to his buttocks. Pow! She watched the skin ripple. Her palm smarted! Oh! She handn't expected that. He gave the softest of grunts.
She looked at him--that had to hurt. He nodded his head. Good.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! She spanked fast and hard--too hard? She wanted to leave a hand print. She spanked the same spot--the crest of his buttocks over and over. She caught him quivering and heard a little wet gasp. POW! POW! POW!! The feel of his bottom compressing and jiggling under the spanking felt exciting. Powerful.
WHAP! POW! POW POW!! Her hand was sore. She rubbed, and heard a little whimpering moan from him. Oh! She was hurting him! She looked at his head, pressed into the sofa. Was he crying? She didn't think so. She rubbed gently. She felt him shudder in her lap.
Clik-clak--the door opened.
Oh!! She looked up and would have bolted to her feet if he wasn't across her lap. Two girls in glittering eye-makeup and black stockings and dark office skirts came in, chatting and laughing. When they saw Vicky and Taraki, their eyes positively lit with joy.
Oh-no. Vicky was frozen as both of them hurried over. One of them asked a question in island language and Taraki answered from the sofa cushion. They looked at each other, clearly thrilled by this.
She heard her name and 'American' from Taraki. Oh--this felt like being a field mouse with an owl bearing down on her. But the girls seemed enthusiastic.
One of them sat, lifting his feet by the trousers around his ankle.
"Mayumi," she said, pointing to herself. "This is first time?" She grinned.
Vicky nodded.
The other girl squatted down and gently lifted Taraki's face, asking him a question. He nodded. Vicky could feel his embarrassment rising as the girls studied him. A command in the Island tongue and he spread his knees slightly and reached back to spread his buttocks with his fingers.
They looked at his anus and burst into giggles, peppering him with questions and checking the diaper.
They both examined his buttocks.
The first girl nodded, impressed. "Good form. Sore!" She grinned at Vicky.
Another question and Taraki grunted out an answer.
"You know how many?" she asked Vicky.
"T-twenty eight?" Vicky said.
"How many you give?" She slapped her palm: Pow! Pow!
Vicky thought--she didn't know. She--ohh. She shook her head. Both girls roared with laughter. Vicky flushed, growing angry and embarrassed.
"Do ten, now," she told Vicky. Giving her a nod. "Good--hard. His master will be pleased!"
Vicky rubbed his bottom. It felt warm and soft. Ten--ten--okay.
A pause. She looked at Taraki. She saw a faint nod of his head. Pow! Pow! Slap! Pow! SMACK!! SMACK! POW! POW! SPLAT! POW! She heard a cry from Taraki and stopped. The girls giggled. They gathered him and stood him before her. She could see his cock straining in the cage-swollen and fighting. He looked flushed and subdued. The danced their painted fingernails over his scrotum and rubbed his buttocks.
"See?" said the girl. "He wets!" they laughed and rubbed his back.
"Go wash hands," the girl said. "We get him back to the table."
Vicky stared at Taraki--she wasn't going to leave him with them--but he nodded miserably to her. "It's okay," he said. "I'll be fine."
She washed her hands as they laid him on the tile floor, knees butterflied open and their fingers stroked his thighs and the tender skin around his penis.
Vicky exited uncertainly and made her way back to the table.
"I saw the girls go in," Aletha said. "They're helping out?"
"I think so," Vicky said.
She nodded across the bar to where a very sour looking Liezel was waiting in a standing area for the mechanical bull.
Someone had gotten her another Sea Change drink and she took it and gulped it.
"That's a punishment thing?" she asked. One of the employees had opened the gate and was leading Liezel to it. Liezel was blushing terribly as the employee removed her skirt showing bright white panties, and helped her onto the saddle. The girl was pulling up Liezel's blouse and she saw the tattoo--bright colors--a sea monster attacking a ship? Yes, its tentacles intertwined around the rigging. The employee was getting Liezel's feet into clamps and her hands were being affixed with soft but secure cuffs to handle bars.
"Yes," Isa said. "An unpleasant one. The girl has a lot of points!"
Tala gave a little whimper--but all eyes were on Liezel.
The overhead monitors changed to show a sharp view of the blue haired girl straddling the saddle. She was biting her lower lip as the "bull" shifted on its hydraulics, rising up. She was pulled forward as the handlebars retracted somewhat and the ankle cuffs shifted as well. The bull gave a Psshhhht, and a pink "traffic light" came on--and... it started bucking.
Unlike the rodeo game, she couldn't fall off if she tried--and she certainly tried. The leathery saddle smacked hard against her buttocks as it bucked and she shifted and grit her teeth. Vicky gasped as her sex, visible as a bulge through her panties was smacked by the seat. Worse, it appeared there were small flexible looking metallic plates on the saddle. When it jolted and smacked her into it, she gave a loud shriek. Was it... electric? Vicky's eyes were wide. It rocked back and forth, her attempts to avoid its punishing bucks delivering smacks to her pudenda and thighs. Her hair flew as she was buffeted against it. POW! POW! POW!
Vicky's hand covered her mouth. It bucked up and down and she, bent forward, cried out as one smack after another landed on her bottom. When it came hissing to a stop, the restraints released, dumping her onto the padding in a quivering puddle of sobs, the crowd broke into applause.
She was helped, clutching her buttocks back to the table. Her blue hair hung around her face. Vicky could see bruising on her buttocks and thighs. The girls hugged her as she stood, bowlegged before the table, sniffling and rubbing at her backside. She drew looks from across the establishment.
"Isa," Aletha said, "Take her to the bathroom and get her cleaned up."
Isa slid off her stool and took the girl, an arm around her waist, mincing to the bathrooms. Taraki had returned and sat next to Vicky. He gave her a slight smile.
"Tala, I'm not going to send you to the bull--but I'll give you a choice of either the bikes for a little reduction or one of the reclining rooms when Malic gets here--your choice. Honestly for 24 you should get both... and more besides."
Tala was drinking her drink. "I'll do the bike first. If I can take the reclining room... I guess I'll do that. I need to get my points down before Ms. Taskir sends me to a punishment farm!"
Aletha nodded. "Vicky, walk her over to the machines. She's going to do it bare-bottom. You'll help get her up on it." Aletha had her widget out. "Bike two," she said. "I'm setting the course up."
"That 'bull' looked horrible," Vicky said as a quiet Tala threaded her way through the bar.
"It's pretty bad," Tala agreed. "The way the saddle is made... she won't walk normally for a few days--Her puki took a beating."
Vicky blushed. She was pretty sure she knew what that meant.
"She's going to put you... bare... in front of everyone?" She looked in horror at Tala as they came up to the machine.
"Humiliation is part of it," she said unhappily. She was unhooking her skirt and, blushing, taking it down. "Ugh. I don't know why I get all those stupid points!"
"How did you?"
"Playing when I should be working. Message board infractions. Tardiness... Failed dryness check on my panties... constantly."
She grimaced as she lowered her panites, squatting. Now she was bare bottom. Vicky could see her rounded buttocks and bare, plump pudenda. She was blushing badly and sniffling as she mounted the spanking bike.
"Buckle me in," Tala whimpered. Vicky knelt down and affixed her ankle to the pedal. It strapped in. She moved around and did the other. She could smell the arousal from Tala. Her sex was wet and full. Poor thing, she thought. Tala stuck her wrists through loops and Vicky closed them.
She was bent forward like a speed-biker. Her buttocks on view to the whole room, occluded only by the wheel with multiple rubber straps.
The console flashed. READY. PUNISHMENT COMMENCING IN THREE. TWO. ONE.
The screen lit up to show a view of a girl over a woman's lap in... maybe a school room? Behind Tala the wheel gave a frightening buzz as it sprang to life in a blur of motion. Tala gave a little sob and began to pedal. It wasn't clear to Vicky what pedaling did, exactly the wheel was driven by a powerful electric motor. It moved in on the arm to deliver a loud snap as the rubbery flogger found her buttocks.
Tala cried out and pedaled faster--POW-POW-SNAP! POW! POW! "OH!! Ahhh! OW! OW!! OWW!!!"
She pedaled furiously and the harder she rode, the softer--but only slightly, the lashes seemed to land! The girl was open mouthed, yelping with each stroke! She gripped the handles and yowled as the wheel tilted slightly so the rubber tongues found her proffered sex.
"Ahhh!! Ohhh!!" Vicky could see images of Tala's face on every TV screen--some in corners if other things were being shown. On others the wheel's eye view showed her reddening buttocks, her bare sex--and the flash as it dipped in to land spanks against her.
Tala wailed as it buzzed and cracked. She rode frantically. Vicky stared, looking at her pinkening bottom, the vibration of her sex. She could see the diminutive girl blushing and gasping as the wheel turned and twisted, landing the slaps on her buttocks and causing her to cry out with each swap.
Vicky felt bad for her--but the drink seemed to have created a warmth in her--and seeing the girl's naked body pedaling frantically to lessen the snaps of the flogger was... interesting. She knew Tala was mortified at doing this bare before the whole bar--and was smoldering in humiliation as well as discomfort. Even Liezel had worn panties! The blows were loud--but the kiss of the rubber seemed to be mostly smarting and less bruising or reddening.
Still, it was a lengthy ride--and Vicky took it on herself to wipe Tala's nose during it. When the ride came to its close, the wheel clicked back and Tala sagged, whimpering. When the restraints opened, Vicky took her by the waist and got her down, rubbing her buttocks. Tala lay against Vicky's chest, sniffling and whimpering.
Rather than trying to dress her, she took the girl back through the bar to the table. She saw that most of the girls were missing. Nathalie embraced Tala, rubbing her back.
"Malic got here--we're in one of the private rooms," She guided the sobby, sniffling Tala back through the bar to an arch that led to several side rooms. The doors were sliding and Nathalie pulled it open.
They sat on cushions around a low table. The room was bigger than Vicky expected and she could see a now naked Liezel draped across Aletha's lap. The Team Leader stroked her bruised buttocks. Taraki was sitting next to a huge man. He had to be a body-builder or something. He had bulging muscles. A thick neck. He was at least 6'3" tall.
He rubbed Taraki's shoulder. The man--Malic--met Vicky's eyes.
"Thank you for looking after Taraki," he said. "I am sure it must seem entirely alien to you!" He raised a glass. "Taraki tells me you did well. I hope you enjoyed the session."
Vicky was blushing too hard to reply. She just nodded to the man and slid up to the table. She drank the cocktail before her in gulps.
Tala didn't sit, but lowered herself bare, to kneel on the cushions. She bent forward, resting her elbows on the table. She sniffed as Nathlie rubbed her buttocks. The conversation was partially in the island tongue but mostly in English. Even so, much of it she didn't follow. She felt uncomfortably aroused. Taraki was cute--Malic... was somewhat scary looking because of his size--but he seemed friendly and had... a nice laugh.
She was embarrassed that she was turned on by the naked bodies of Liezel and Tala. Even the punishment interested her. She squirmed. The fact that she wouldn't be able to address her urgency seemed even more horrible.
"You have an apartment?" Aletha asked.
"I got assigned one this morning. It's in a 'managed' building?" Vicky said. "I think that was the term?"
"It means there are senior girls looking out for you," Aletha said. "We should get you back." She looked at Malic. The huge man looked uncomfortable, but he got up with Aletha. Vicky rose too. She met Taraki's eyes and he also looked a bit worried--but he gave her an encouraging little nod.
Vicky followed Aletha out, and up a stairway. She glanced at her widget and selected one of the many doors in the hall opening it.
"Malic is going to handle your punishment," Aletha said. "I've known him for years--he is expert at this. As an American you'll no doubt find it very... unpleasant--but you need to learn how things are done here--and it's appropriate for masturbation."
Vicky visibly flinched at her words, eyes wide she glanced at Malic who also looked slightly chagrined.
"We'd best do as she says," he told Vicky, ushering her inside. It was a small bedroom with an attached tiled area that had a sink, a squat toilet and a tub. It had no walls or curtains or anything.
She heard Malic exchange words in islander with Aletha. He seemed to be questioning her, but she was adamant. Finally, he nodded. He stepped in and closed the door.
"Take everything off but the belt, I guess," he said. "Sit on the bed. I'll explain."
Vicky, worried now--but slightly encouraged by his tone, stripped off. She was embarrassed to be naked with this strange powerfully built man. He was dressed formally with slacks and a gray jacket with an open collar and a pull over tan shirt beneath it. It was an oddly cut loose suit in its way.
She undid her blouse and set it on the bed.
"Why is having you do... this?" she asked. She wanted to ask what her punishment was to be--but she didn't quite dare yet.
"I do 'this' professionally--for the government," he said. "I'm part of the disciplinary corps. I work at the court complex."
"Oh." This scared her but also--if he was a professional? She blushed. She did like Sumi... she thought she did, anyway. She wore only the gleaming belt now and she crossed her arms over her stomach.
He looked her over, and nodded.
He sat down next to her. "You've been spanked--since you got here, haven't you?"
She nodded, mutely.
"It'd be a wonder if you hadn't been. You'll be spanked a good deal here," he said gently.
She nodded again.
"I'm going to spank you," he said. She looked at his huge muscles. He could spank her into oblivion! "Just a little," he continued. "Not... especially hard. That's not exactly the punishment."
"What--" she squirmed. "What is the punishment."
"Punishment sex," he said. "It's not what Americans think of sex or punishment. It's a Tersnian staple. I want you to relax and try to accommodate it--it'll be uncomfortable--and it'll hurt some--but I'll be careful. This is done by husbands with their wives, bosses with their subordinates, it's proscribed by the courts. Especially for illicit masturbation," he said.
She swallowed. Then: "Okay."
He looked at her, unsure if her acceptance was fake or not. In truth she was so horny that sex--even 'punishment sex' sounded like an 'acceptable idea.' He was a bit scary looking--but he was handsome and he wasn't behaving at all like an ogre or an asshole. She'd had uncomfortable sex before with pushy boyfriends. This might well be worse--but... she was ready to give it a try.
Maybe it was the drinks too.
She watched him undress. He was careful with his clothes. His body was smooth and also without hair. The definition was incredible. She looked at the muscles of his waist and hips, and then down. His cock, even flaccid, was huge. She stared at it. He gave her a slightly apologetic smile.
She was annoyed he wasn't erect. She pushed the thought down. He was going to rape her!! She fixed on that--but his naked body appealed to her. She furiously tried to hang on to the idea that this was absolutely non-consensual. He was going to fuck her as punishment for masturbating... after she'd been punished by Sumi.
He sat on the bed and gathered her up, lifting her effortlessly. She blinked rapidly. A part of her told her to fight--to scratch at his eyes--to aim for his balls--but he laid her across his thighs. He smelled slightly of coconut oil. Some kind of skin lotion, she thought. She liked it.
She felt one of his fingers gently touch her belt. It clicked open. She'd tried to get it off several times--but it didn't budge. For him, somehow, it opened easily. She raised her hips.
She felt his hand on her bottom. She bit her lower lip.
"I'm going to start with a spanking," he said, his hand rubbing slightly. She nodded. "This won't be that bad--but it's a punishment spanking, Victoria--so you've got to take it."
She nodded again.
SMACK! His hand was large and hard--she felt her buttocks quiver under the stroke.
Owww, she mouthed. POW. Another smack. If felt like the hand snapped across her backside at an angle. POW! "Oh!" she gasped out. POW! POW! The blows hurt. He didn't stop--POW! POW! She gasped. Ow-ow-ow!! She grit her teeth. POW! POP!
Ow! Was he going to stop soon? Ohh--POW! A little cry came out. She felt moisture on her cheeks. She'd teared up. It hurt, for sure. WHAP! She let out a groan. She wanted off--he was naked, as was she. She pushed herself into his thighs. SLAP! She gave a soft cry.
WHAP.
"Oh, sir--" she choked out. WHAP!! "Ahh!" POW! "Ohhh!"
Her soft vocalizations. She whimpered. Her buttocks burned! She was sure another terrible swat was coming--but one didn't.
He stood, lifting her hips and moving her onto the bed.
"We're going to start now," he said. "It's okay if you feel some pleasure--you're built for it--but the point of this is punishment, the same as the spanking."
She whimpered--but nodded.
"Punishment intercourse," he said, "is typically done in the anus."
She felt him there. Oh, fuck--he was big--she was only just beginning to understand.
"Bear down," he said. "It will open your anus and make it easier--"
She was still processing this when he started to enter her. He didn't just ram it in--but he was inexorable, pushing in--deeper. Her mouth opened in an O of distress. She was gasping and she realized he wasn't going to stop!
She cried out--his cock stretching her--filling her anus. It hurt! He was using some kind of lubrication--he'd somehow coated his penis with it---but even with that, it was too much--far too much!
She cried out! "Ohhh!! Ohh!!"
He didn't stop, his cock still sliding in--she panted and finally managed to push. The sensation of trying to have a bowel movement as she bore down and he slid in was overwhelming. She cried out into the bedclothes.
"We talk about the three T's," he said from above her. "In English it's the three P's. Your area is meant for three things only: Potty--going to the bathroom--" He thrust and she howled. Oh--ohh--she--she wanted him OUT of her. "Procreation--childbearing--" another thrust. She felt split--oh--oh, he was huge."And Punishment."
A flex of his hips and she felt his front slap against her spanked bottom.
The stretching of her anus was unbearable. She cried out as he begin to thrust. The lubrication was mostly no longer working well and unable to take the sensations, Vicky scrambled and begin struggling to get him out of her.
Malic held her easily, continuing the thrust. She cried out over and over into the sheets. Ohhh--then--then--just as the stirrings of pleasure somehow found her--just as a moan of... passion came from her mouth--horribly--he slowed, and stopped.
She groaned as he withdrew--still erect. Her anus felt... wide--gaping--open. She gasped. Oh--oh--ohh.
"Aletha," he called. She whimpered on the bed.
Her team lead entered. They exchanged words in islander. Her asking something, him saying "no."
She moved over. Vicky heard her dismiss him. He waited, standing there. She said something else in their tongue. He grunted, and moved to the door.
"Your first punishment fuck," Aletha said sitting beside her. She placed a hand on Vicky's naked back and rubbed slightly. "I know it was unpleasant. If you're furious, you can blame me. I think it was better than what Ms. Taskirs would've done." She rubbed.
Vicky whimpered and they lay together for a time.
Then Vicky lifted her head, groaned, and rolled over. Aletha smiled down at her.
"I can see why Taraki's anus looks like it does," she groaned again.
Aletha laughed softly. "Yes. If I didn't already know he often finishes from that, I'd feel sorry for him!"
Vicky whimpered. It still hurt--the spanking still hurt--and dammit she was still so awfully horny! She glanced up at Aletha.
The Team Lead pursed her lips.
"Spread your legs wide," she told Vicky. Vicky did--and in a swift move, the girl reapplied the chastity belt. Vicky gasped in outrage. Her yelp came out as a whine.
"Look up the punishment officer on your widget," Aletha said. "Tell her what happened. See if she'll take care of you--either she will or she won't--don't ask her. She'll know."
Vicky couldn't sit comfortably on the ride home and felt the distress and the feeling in her bottom of an aggressive emptiness. She chewed her lower lip. If she was going to leave Tersnia, this was the time to do it. She'd know things like that... could... happen. Would happen.
She whimpered as the electric car wisked along to her apartment building and waddled in, still rubbing periodically at her buttocks.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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TWO WEEKS LATER
Vicky had been at work for two weeks. After her session of punishment sex for the crime of masturbation, she had resolved, strongly, to obey all the rules. She'd used a thick pad in her panties for the next two days, feeling the uncertain looseness in her bottom. The ever-present discomfort seemed to magnify her sexual frustration. This was made worse by the chastity belt which prevented her from satisfying the urgency she felt in her region.
Each day after work, the middle-aged woman who served as the "house mother" at her apartment ordered her into a bathtub to soak for a few minutes to clean any residue of urine trapped in the belt. It was embarrassing and demeaning--especially since it came with an inspection of her region by the woman, like she was a young girl who had no idea how to wipe herself!
The woman inevitably bent her over, opened the belt, and inspected her labia, using her finger to gently adjust the skin to allow her to clean various folds and crevices. Vicky grit her teeth and even teared up from the humiliation of it--but she knew better than to resist. Despite her attempts to be on "best behavior," she was accumulating 'points'--punishment tokens that would have to be worked off.
She got points for scowls, eye-rolls, and snippy remarks in meetings. Each time she checked her email and saw a points notification, she was appalled. The end of week punishments were serious enough that she wanted to avoid them badly--but she couldn't help herself.
She was aware that between her and the blue-haired Leizel they were both in the 'poor attitude' group. The cute, diminutive Tala seemed to get points all the time for lack of attention to detail, a sloppy uniform, or excess discharge in her panties.
"What are you up at?" Liezel asked as they strolled across the campus over their lunch break. They walked where they could see the shame-pedestals where unlucky workers were selected to stand on display on elevated platforms at the cafeteria.
Vicky had learned to read the slight squirms and grimaces. Itching. Probably the vagina or anus. She could see the girls dance slightly. Vicky wasn't sure, but she would guess the three girls needed to pee badly. Being presented up there over a couple of lunch periods was definitely unpleasant!
"I've got 13," Vicky said, with a huff. "What do you think Aletha will do to me?"
Liezel shrugged unhappily. "I don't know. She's intent on making sure you get a proper Tersnian 'education.'"
"What are you at?" Vicky asked.
"Fifteen," she said with an annoyed sigh. "Tala's at twenty."
"I don't see how she can take it," Vicky said.
"Eh, she's... submissive. The girls know it. She gets constant attention."
It was then that Tala came sprinting across the yard.
"Vicky! Vicky!" Vicky stopped and turned, alarmed. The girl was panting from the exertion. "Ms. Taskirs wants you in her office now! Something's happened!"
Vicky's hands moved to her covered backside reflexively. "What?"
"I don't know--but--but she tried to signal your widget. Where is it??"
Vicky frowned. "It's at my desk. We were getting lunch--"
"You better run back there," Tala panted. "Tell her you forgot it--don't say you left it."
Liezel was looking at her--a little horrified.
"Yeah," Liezel said. "Don't say you left it."
MS. TASKIRS OFFICE
"You left it," the woman said as Vicky stood at attention before her, arms clasped behind her back.
"I forgot it, miss," Vicky said.
"You know your station has a web camera," Ms. Taskirs asked, evenly.
Vicky... nodded.
"I checked the camera recording," she said. "You specifically placed it in your desk before leaving."
Vicky felt herself blush. "I'm sorry, Miss," she said.
The older woman smiled softly. "It's okay, Vicky-kan. This is how we learn. I am going to assign you a bunch of points for lying--but I suspect you're going to be one of my high-balance point girls anyway."
She glanced at her monitor.
"As we're on that topic," she said, "Mr. Yeun has requested me to provide a secretary. His is on a few days vacation. I'm assigning you."
Vicky felt herself go cold. Mr. Yeun--that was--was that??
Ms. Taskirs nodded, her smile deepening. "Yes, Vicky-kan. He's the one you insulted during his presentation.
"Miss--" she heard the panicked squeal in her voice.
The woman's face didn't exactly harden--but her expression shifted a bit. "You are going to go collect your purse and march up to the 9th floor and present yourself to him and you're going to do whatever he asks--and I do mean whatever. If he tells you to clean his ass with your tongue after he shits, you are going to get down on your knees and go to work, Vicky."
Oh! Her face burned. She felt dizzy.
"Now--breathe, girl. You are not expected to enjoy this--but you will need to go and do it. I expect a favorable report no matter how shy you feel. I hope your waxing treatment had some of the body-hair suppression. If not, go to a salon as soon as you're able. The odds of him seeing your bare skin all over are very high. He will almost certainly fuck you--this is the way things are done here. Now go. Don't be late. I will be notifying him we have spoken directly."
Vicky, blushing fiercely, stumbled out of the office. She wanted to go pee--but she grabbed her purse and her widget and started up the stairs. Checking her widget, she saw that it provided directions to Mr. Yeun's office.
She exited out onto the executive floor and saw a pair of intensely elegant looking secretaries behind a curved desk. One was hard at work, focused on a computer monitor. She wore a pair of cat-ears and chewed on the end of a pen as she checked the screen. The other stood, at the counter, looking over papers.
Vicky approached. She was going to ask if she could go back, but the girl at the counter pointed in the direction.
"He's waiting, pilyong batà," she said. Vicky wasn't sure what the term meant--but the girl looked up and gave her a firm smile. The secretary seemed to relent at something. "You can go right in. Mr. Yeun will be happy to see you."
Vicky paused and then did her best to curtsey--she wasn't sure if she should bow. The secretary girl seemed to suppress a giggle, and then motioned for her to go!
Vicky found the office door in a lengthy hall of doors. The floor was quiet. She could hear the secretary girls giggling further back the way she'd come. There was a faint hum of air conditioning all around her. Timidly she knocked.
"Come," Mr. Yeun's voice was crisp and clear. Ughh. She steeled herself and pushed in. Was he going to punish her? Fuck her? There was a small secretary's desk and chamber that opened into his more spacious office.
The young executive sat behind his desk, his back to large windows. He wore an expertly tailored suit, a tan shirt, a dark tie. He looked up at her, his angular face catching the outside light. He didn't smile--he was looking mostly at one of the glass-clear computer monitors.
"Front and center, Miss Victoria," he pointed before is large desk. She hustled over and stood. For moments--then she remembered and snapped her hands back behind her back, lifting her chin. She could feel the blush on her face.
He did a couple more things on the computer before looking up from it. She swallowed as his eyes traveled over her.
"How are you liking our tiny nation?" he asked. His voice was neutral--neither warm nor cool--but she well remembered his speech about how America, which was essentially lazy, was positioned to fall behind Tersnia which was essentially hard working--and her ill-timed comment about how a lazy America could make up for the entirety of arrogant executives of the tiny country who all thought they were hard-working... because of course, everyone did!
"It's very--" she paused. "Very new, sir. Very uh--exciting." Her mind scrambled. "I am honored to be your secretary."
His eyes met hers and she blinked and she blinked and looked down.
Now he smiled. He gave her a slight nod. "I see you just reached twenty one disciplinary points." He glanced at the screen. "You were at a good deal fewer when I checked Ms. Taskir's referral. Did something happen?"
Fuck. Vicky grimaced.
"I didn't take my widget to lunch so I didn't receive Ms. Taskirs' message and she had to send someone, sir. I didn't want to tell her I intentionally left it, so I lied and said I forgot it. She... caught me." Her face was burning.
She watched him wide-eyed--terrified of what he would think of this--or do.
"I see." he said. "Well, I am certain you will learn your lesson there. Please go out and see the girls at the front and tell them I've directed you for a spanking. It won't make much difference to your points but I feel it's appropriate since you've just incurred a good deal more. When the punishment is complete, come back and we'll start your secretarial work."
Ohhhh. She felt mouth move as she squirmed. She--oh! She bowed. Her face burned as she backed away and at his faint nod, turned and fled out into the hall.
Don't cry, Vicky! Don't--just go--go and--ohh--ugh! Ask those girls to spank you.
The intense humiliation climbed as she made her way down the hall.
They were at the reception desk. The girl with the cat ears wearing a head-set phone and talking to someone while making notes on her computer. The other girl was arranging something on the desk.
"Pilyong batà!" she looked up. "Back so soon?"
"What--does that mean, miss?" Vicky asked.
The girl laughed--her voice was high-pitched and musical. Her laugh sounded as elegant as her outfit. "Disobedient child," the woman translated. "Your new nickname!"
Vicky blushed hard. Oh! She couldn't meet the smiling girl's eyes.
'I--I guess so," she swallowed. She could feel tears of humiliation nearby. "I got a lot of points just before being assigned up here," she stammered. "Mr. Yeun told me to c-come out here and ask for a spanking."
She got the last bit out, her voice thick with threatening tears. She stood there, looking down, blinking fast.
"Very good, then pilyong batà," the woman said, clearly amused. "Neomi, please take our brat and spank her as executive Yeun desires."
The girl with the cat-ears hair clip looked up, said something quickly in the island tongue, and disconnected from the call.
She stood beckoning to Vicky. Vicky met the girl's eyes. She was pretty. The ears were cute, she guessed. The young woman wore a silk blouse. Below it--under the level of the desk, she wore skin hugging rubber pants in bright red color. Vicky could see a locking belt around her waist with a couple of flashing lights on it.
Neomi, the girl with the cat-ears decoration, asked some questions in islander and the other girl answered.
"We will do it in the bathroom." Neomi said. She beckoned Vicky. Vicky, stiffly followed her behind the desk and through a door into a pleasant scented pastel-pink washroom. There was a leather spanking horse positioned centrally. Vicky guessed she shouldn't be surprised.
"Go ahead and bend over--panties down and fold up your skirt," Neomi said, moving to a standing storage armoire and opening it. Vicky caught a glimpse of disciplinary instruments--paddles and crops!
Ugh. she stepped over to the leather covered punishment furniture and bent over it, drawing down her panties. She closed her eyes and lifted her skirt. Ohh! Oh, this was awful. She felt an unexpected hand on her buttock. The girl moved silently.
"I am Miss Neomi," she said. "I'm going to spank you--" the hand rubbed. "Open your legs." A pat.
Vicky did. She sniffed. Ohh! Ohh! Ugh.She felt Neomi remove the chastity belt. The sudden feeling of air on her sex made her want to squirm away and cover herself!
"Mmm--" her finger stroked Vicky's labia. "Very lubricated for Mr. Yeun. Good." her finger rubbed. "You're so ready for a cock--" Vicky could hear the smirk in her voice. Her fingers plied into her sex. She made an involuntary noise and Neomi laughed, to her intense embarrassment.
"Make noise, girl." she laughed. "When he spanks you, make noise. When he fucks you make noise! It sounds the same, doesn't it!" her finger gently 'polished' Vicky's clitoris. Her eyes clenched closed against tears, she lifted her hips. Another soft cry escaped her lips. Ohhh. Oh! It was so embarrassing! She whimpered. Neomi giggled. "I'm going to spank you now, pilyong batà!"
Pow! Pow! The girl was slim and lithe--but she spanked hard! Vicky felt her buttocks vibrate and quiver. She cried out with the strokes. Her legs kicked. She gripped the base of the spanking horse as hard as she could. Pow! POW! POW! Neomi laughed--a bit wildly--as she slapped. The slaps were aimed so that her bottom jumped and rippled under the punishment.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Please! Ow! Oh!!" Vicky was crying out now--each blow spreading fiery pain through her bottom. Tears flowed, her hair dangled. She let out gulping sobs during the short periods where Neomi rubbed her thighs.
Neomi finished, returning her hand to rubbing--stroking Vicky's clitoris, massaging the pads of her fingers against Neomi's anus. Vicky sobbed.
"Ohh, pilyong batà, your anus has ubas! You are pushing too much on the potty!" her voice sounded thrilled to make this humiliating pronouncement. It got a throaty wail from Vicky.
"I was used for punishment there," she moaned. Neomi giggled.
"I know pilyong," she said more gently. "Embarrassing you makes you so wet!"
"I'm not a pilyong bata," sniffled Vicky.
Smack!
Vicky yelped.
"Ohh!" Neomi chortled. "You will go tell Mr. Yeun to call you pilyong bata!" Her fingers were back, stroking Vicky's exposed anus. "You tell him that is your name now!"
Vicky moaned, teary. "Please don't make me do that!"
Neomi merely laughed lightly and got her up. Unexpectedly she hugged Vicky, and finished with a warm kiss on her lips.
Vicky was still sniffling and sobbing.
"You are fun to spank," Neomi decided, holding a trembling Vicky. "I hope he sends you back for more punishment!"
Vicky wanted to push the girl away, but she quietly allowed herself to be hugged and her nose and eyes wiped. Neomi used a clip to raise the back of Vicky's skirt and instructed her to leave her panties at knee level.
"Show off your plumage," Neomi said, patting Vicky's buttocks. "Very cute. Tell Mr. Yeun you need to pee--and don't forget your new name!"
Vicky glared at Neomi, fresh tears glistening on her cheeks.
Clearly finding her glare adorable, Neomi guided her out of the bathroom. She was marched by the other girl who favored her with an approving smile and then she got a warm pat on her buttocks and waddled down the hall back towards the office.
She was sniffling and whimpering. At Mr. Yeun's door, she rubbed at her buttocks. She hadn't stopped her tears, but she knew better than to go to the bathroom. The receptionists still had the cursed chastity belt so bare bottomed with her panties clinging to her knees, she timidly opened the door and came in.
Did she need to tell him to call her a brat?
He gestured to the area in front of his desk, his eyes still focused on the screen. She quickly moved up, resisting the urge to rub her buttocks. Oh! The spanking had been sharp and the after effects were still burning in her bottom!
He clicked keys, examining the screen.
"Everything taken care of?" he asked.
Vicky felt new heat flush her face. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh!
'Yes sir," she sniffled.
He nodded. "Good. The girls do a good job, don't they?"
Ohh. Sniff! "Yes, sir," she repeated.
He nodded and looked at her. "There is a seat. It may be uncomfortable--but that is part of the experience. There's a work queue on your desk and a head-set. Please sit and put that on."
Vicky squirmed. Her dress was pinned up in the back and her panties were down. Could she pull them up? She looked at the seat--it was an ergonomic chair. She'd be partially kneeling. Her bare bottom would be on the surface. She looked about for a pad or towel or something, but didn't see anything. Sniffling, she sat, gingerly. She was facing away from Mr. Yeun so she was aware her bare, reddened back-side was well visible under her pinned up skirt. She fumbled with the computer and picked up the headset. She looked it over. It was slim with pads for the ears and a small microphone. A beige rubber cable connected it to the system.
She put it on, watching the screen come up. She was well aware this was his regular secretary's computer and she was somehow expected to fill in for the girl who was normally here--while possibly leaving a damp spot on her chair! Vicky was sorely tempted to turn and see if Mr. Yeun was watching her--but she restrained herself, barely. This was bad enough without gathering his notice more. She did have to pee--but she didn't want to ask him permission to go.
The computer came up. Thankfully there wasn't a password and the operating system let her in directly. She wasn't terribly surprised to see that the pale green background was replaced with a pale pink to purple gradient. The 'cat girl' icon in the lower right that animated to "open windows' or "fetch files" was replaced with an animated unicorn with big expressive eyes.
As her eyes glanced over the desktop, looking for a to-do list, the unicorn character reared up, fixed her with a cartoon glare, and folded its--her--arms.
"You don't learn quickly, do you, Vicky?" the voice in her headset said. Vicky jumped, startled, gasping.
"W-what?"
"You were given two orders--to tell your executive your new title--brat--and you were told to ask to pee!"
Vicky blanched. How did this person know--who WAS this!?
"W-wait," she whispered--she squirmed. Owww--her buttocks hurt! "Does--does he know?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," said the unicorn. "I certainly know. And I'm annoyed with you!"
Shit.
"S-sorry," she said softly. "Please don't tell him!"
The unicorn icon scowled deeper and seemed to lean forward. "You're also wetting Miss Carmela's seat!"
Vicky nearly howled with humiliation. She felt like she'd been slapped and she almost cried in the sudden awful grip of embarrassment.
"There wasn't a pad," she whimpered.
"There are," snapped the unicorn. "You didn't ask."
"Where are they?" she whispered frantically.
The unicorn tapped a hoof in her folded arms.
"Please?" she begged. If there was a person on the other side of the line she had to help--and she had to tell her boss before he found out!
"In the cupboard across the room, lower down. Don't bend, squat when you lower yourself. Take a couple. Spread one over the seat and sit."
"Yes, miss," whimpered Vicky. She cautiously looked behind her. Mr. Yeun was tapping something on his keyboard. The slim executive monitor was clear--so he could see her. When she moved, he'd likely notice.
There was nothing for it. She slid off the chair and waddled uncomfortably across the room, forcing herself not to look, lest she meet his eyes. She squatted--the lowering stretching the skin on her buttocks slightly. The embers of the spanking flared.
She opened the cupboard, hoping she had the correct section of the low shelf along the wall. Fleet enemas, boxes of sanitary pads--no sitting pads though. Shit.
She knelt and opened the next one. There were the stacks of absorbent pads. She quickly took two, and risked a look. He was still working calmly. Her heart beating quickly, she stood and stiffly walked back to her chair. Blushing terribly she spread the pad over a faint damp oval. It'd dry quickly, she thought in desperation. It had to!
She slunk into the seat. The pad wrinkled as she positioned herself. She felt dismally humiliated. There was no way she could tell him her new 'name' was 'brat'--she couldn't even bare to ask him to go to the bathroom. She looked, watery eyed at the unicorn. The cartoon animal tapped at her ears.
Oh! She picked up the headset and pulled it on.
"That's a little better," the unicorn said, sounding slightly mollified.
"I'm sorry," Vicky repeated.
"I know," the unicorn said. "Still--you're a mess, Vicky-kan."
Vicky colored more deeply and sniffled.
The unicorn rolled her eyes dramatically. "Okay--okay--you don't have to cry at your desk, Vicky."
"I just--" she started. She closed her mouth.She'd lied about her widget. She'd refused the orders the stupid receptionist gave her. Her vagina had wet the stupid chair! She was perilously close to crying at her desk--but then she'd disturb Mr. Yeun! She squirmed.
"Vicky!" snapped the unicorn. She looked up, startled. "I'm going to take charge," the icon decided. "You will do as I say, understood?"
Ugh. Was everyone going to order her around--even a... cartoon??
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Midnight Racer," she said. "Miss Midnight to you--and I'm an artificial intelligent agent."
Vicky couldn't hide her surprise. "Really?"
"Yes. Really--and I have a lot of disciplinary data. Mr. Yeun keeps Miss Carmela on a tight leash so I often get to reprimand her."
Vicky felt a flutter of fear in her stomach.
"I could have you sent back to Miss Neomi for another spanking, for example," Miss Midnight, considered.
"Oh please don't do that," Vicky begged.
"I'm not known for my depth of mercy," Miss Midnight warned. "But I don't think I need to send you back to Neomi. Her superior, Miss Yana is worse. So don't upset me or you'll be visiting both of them!"
Vicky blushed. She was desperate NOT to upset this thing--but somehow the idea of cowering before a cute, cartoon unicorn was... cool.
"I'll do whatever you tell me," she said quickly.
The unicorn examined her, its eyes boring into her. She blushed, badly.
"The first smart thing you've done, brat," the unicorn said--but not unkindly. "Okay. First things first. I'm scheduling you to go and apologize to Mr. Yeun."
"For--" she whispered.
"For not carrying out your orders," Miss Midnight said. "I'm recommending some additional punishment. We'll see."
"Ugh! Miss--" Vicky stammered. "I--I--I'll go apologize, ma'am."
The sour look of Miss Midnight softened when she agreed to do it.
"Good girl."
They sat in silence. Miss Midnight reached out with her animated hooves and opened a program that did scheduling. The AI agent--however it worked--tapped in an appointment about an hour and a half hence.
Vicky closed her eyes. She heard more clicks--the computer-generated sound of typing. She opened her eyes. A second meeting for her had been scheduled. "GETTING TO KNOW MISS MIDNIGHT RACER"--it was in a conference room--no, wait--it was in the executive Time Out Arcade.
She gaped.
"You're putting me in Time Out?" She was horrified. She'd experienced the punishment generator that her disciplinary officer had used--that had been short and bad!
"Yes, brat," said Miss Midnight. "But I won't have the field on most of the time. This is going to be a tiny little taste of what I'll do if you aren't my groveling little submissive!"
"I'll grovel! I'll grovel," Vicky promised. "Miss--you don't have to--"
"Hush," snapped Miss Midnight. "You have your meeting with Mr. Yeun and then you're getting worked over by me. If you don't want more added on top of that, I suggest you quite down."
Ughh.
She looked at the cartoon image. She slumped slightly. "Yes, miss," she said quietly.
"Good thinking," said Miss Midnight.
Vicky felt she should be working--answering phones or something--but for the next hour, Miss Midnight showed her a variety of 'educational videos.' In cartoon form, the "young wife" visited her Punishment Provider Salon--where she went for monthly maintenance punishments above and beyond what her husband gave her--to apply a salve to her buttocks from a hard spanking she'd gotten last night before. She had a huge bruise on her buttocks and the girls bent her over, washed and wiped and powdered her entire region before putting an ointment on that had her gasping... with pleasure, Vicky was pretty sure.
Then the young wife encountered a police hygiene check-point on the way to the market. She waited in line until, on her turn, she came forward and a police woman had her bend over a cushion and Vicky watched as the young woman gasped and grunted as the police woman digitally inspected her and used chemical tabs to wipe and then test them for any lapses in cleanliness. Vicky blushed horribly--but in the cartoon, the woman, who had visited her Punishment Provider, came through with flying colors, and was sent on her way.
The voice-over, in Islander, with English subtitles, suggested that at the market she bought items that she would cook to please her husband. This included some fruits that she intensely disliked, but promoted hormonal inclination to a high sexual need for her... and food that made his cum taste worse, for him.
The cartoon girl stuck her tongue out at the thought.
PING. Vicky blinked.
"Go to Mr. Yeun and explain you need to apologize and what for--and ask him to punish you."
Vicky scowled, and, after a moment, got up. She put the headset down, gave Miss Midnight a weak glare, and turned and stalked over to where Mr. Yeun sat, looking calmly at her.
After a momentary pause, he stood and took a chair from the conference table and wheeled it over behind his desk.
"You may sit here," he said. She looked at it. Blushing. She had another pad by her desk. Oh, this was awful.
"I--I can stand, sir," she said softly.
He paused for a moment and nodded. She swallowed and looked at him. Seated, he looked back at her, waiting. She really did need to pee. She squirmed. "Sir?"
He nodded. She sniffed. Inhaled. "I was told to tell you to call me a brat--or whatever the words are in--"
He burst into laughter.
She scowled at him. A wave of fury running through her. Tears stung her eyes and her hands balled into fists.
He got himself under control. "Go--use the toilet--" he indicated his own personal attached bathroom. "Clean up and come back. I'll wait."
She glared at him.
He waited for a bit. She turned and stomped off, knowing he could see her spanked buttocks.
The bathroom had a sit toilet with a monitor on the wall in front. When she sat, it came on and Miss Midnight appeared, her arms... hooves... folded. She looked stern.
Vicky cringed.
"Yes," said the cartoon character. "I could hear all of that."
Ugh.
"We'll discuss it during our meeting. Right now I'm here to watch you so you don't masturbate!"
Vicky gasped in outrage. And, far past her point of endurance glowered at the image.
"I can't go with you staring at me," she snapped.
"You'll manage. If you don't go here, you won't get a chance to before our Time Out session and you'll pee in the executive lounge!"
She wanted to throw something at the bitch.
"Tick Tock, brat," Miss Midnight snapped.
Oh--she was definitely not looking forward to being at this thing's mercy! She squirmed embarrassingly for what felt like a long time before she peed. Miss Midnight's image was turned away while she did it--a small mercy.
She wiped, washed her hands. Looked at herself in the mirror, giving up on any appearance of composure. Looking at the bedraggled girl in the mirror she reflected she'd probably not see Sumi again. She found she felt... a bit of a sense of loss about that--but honestly--the police woman had to have far better prospects than a wrung-out looking American girl.
She desperately wanted to pull up her panties and pull down her dress--but when Miss Midnight raised an eyebrow, she glowered at the AI thing and stomped out.
She made her way back to stand before Mr. Yeung. She lowered her head, scowling down.
"I see you've got an appointment with the agent?" He sounded sympathetic. Grr...
"It's her job to punish your secretaries," she said acidly.
"It--she--does seem to take a lot of pleasure in that--I'll confess I don't mind. It's good for Carmela. Maybe she'll be good for you too."
She wanted to snap at him--but she restrained herself. He considered. It was about three o'clock. He glanced at his monitor.
"Go ahead, Victoria," he said. "Say what you want to say--it's just us. I won't punish you for it."
Oh! Ugh--she opened her mouth, closed it. Opened it. What DID she want to say to him?
"I'm the girl who insulted you." she said.
"I know that."
"Why did you ask for me?" she demanded.
He looked mildly surprised."I didn't. I asked one of my reports to give me a secretary and she submitted you."
Oh. "But you knew it was me when she--when she submitted me!"
He nodded. "There aren't that many Americans working here--and you did make an impression."
"Why didn't you tell her NO!?" Vicky could feel her temper and her voice getting away from her. A little voice said this was a bad, bad idea.
Mr. Yeun reflected on this.
"I could say I wasn't going to interfere with her selection and if she thought it was best, I'd trust her judgment." She felt something deflate in her. Was she just... throwing a tantrum with him? Being a brat.
"But I was curious," he said. He gave a faint smile."I don't know how much Tersnian culture you've absorbed--"
"Lots," she said, a grumble.
"I doubt that," he said good naturedly. "You may think you have--but I promise you that you haven't. A Tersnian girl in your situation would've... behaved quite differently, probably, when chosen for this. But, no--you are very new. When Ms. Taskirs assigned you I knew that I'd be mostly relying on my own software agents for the involved parts of the job and mostly you would be an aliw katulong--a, he paused, 'comfort assistant.'"
She inhaled. She thought she had a pretty good idea of what that meant.
"Well," she demanded. "Am I? A comfort assistant?"
"Between that and a pilyong bata, I would lean towards the latter." he said it like a joke--but it infuriated her and she blushed badly. That was better than bursting into tears--but she didn't feel like she was that far away from that either.
"Should I go then?" she demanded. "You don't need a pil--a brat--in your office!"
"I'm actually refreshed to have a brat!" he said. "Neomi apparently quite enjoyed punishing you--she made it clear if I send you to her again, she'd be very happy. And she told me about her orders, of course."
Shit.
She pressed her lips together. He was so relaxed sitting there. It must be nice.
"I have a suggestion," he said.
She... she... wanted to hear it.
He sat forward.
"You're with me for three days--a temporary job which ought to be assisted replacement. Just filling in for my regular employee. But let's pretend this was a longer term assignment."
She blinked. She had no idea what that meant. Perhaps that he wanted to fuck her now. But he seemed to be going somewhere else.
"In that case, there are some traditions that would be at play. Not bad ones, exactly--although they might seem that way to you--but if we reset our meeting to after your session with Miss Midnight, I won't have to punish you for disobedience with Neomi. Instead we'll do what would normally happen if I were assigned a new assistant. It's a good deal better than being punished--or being a comfort assistant. Yes?"
"I--guess, so," she said. "What traditions?"
"I'll explain as we go," he said. "Now--go fetch one of the fleet enemas--and go see Miss Neomi--take it--use the toilets--and then Miss Neomi will take you to the station for Miss Midnight's session."
Vicky must have looked overwhelmed because after a few moments of looking at her, he got up and got the box himself.
MISS MIDNIGHT'S SESSION
"You should have had him give it to you," Neomi said. They were in the bathroom, and she lay over the receptionist's lap, holding her bowels for all she could. The girl with the clip on ears was rubbing her bottom as she bit her lower lip and concentrated on not having a terrible accident in front of the girl--over her lap--
"I promise you he has given his normal secretary the same," Neomi said. "Your embarrassment would have been very... cute for him!"
"Ughh," moaned Vicky, nearing end of her endurance. Neomi patted her bottom. "Go--you can go!"
Vicky squatted over the squat-toilet and for once didn't care if she was visible. She gasped with relief as Neomi waited around outside. A little while later, she wiped herself and walked out.
"You will learn," Neomi said. "If I needed such, I would ask Yana--my superior. She would--I would find it very hard--I would have to struggle to ask her--but it is that kind of submission that people will appreciate in you!" She smiled at Vicky who was being led down the hall. She was still naked in back--were they ever going to let her put her skirt down!?? But Neomi had taken her panties, examined them, and thrown them out.
The executive Time Out area had a big glass window that looked into what appeared to Vicky to be an airport lounge. Comfortable chairs, a bar--some monitors. Along the wall on her side of the glass were several of the porcelain "urinals." Time Out machines.
"This is your's" Neomi said. Fortunately there were only two men in the lounge and neither of them were paying attention to her. She was covered from the front--but as Neomi helped her straddle the wedge, her bare sex only an inch above the projector bulge, and then clipped her wrists into the cuffs above her head, she realized that once Neomi moved back, she would be a squirming, possibly sobbing curiosity. She wasn't panicking yet. Neomi touched some things on the side panel.
"There," Miss Midnight's voice came from her ear. "Well, Victoria Regina Truman, I think it's time we had our talk."
Neomi smirked at this. The sound came from speakers behind the pole to which Vicky's wrists were cuffed. Her legs spread around the white porcelain 'bowl' and dangled. She felt helpless and vulnerable.
"Hello, Miss Racer," Neomi said.
"Hello Neomi-pusa," said the voice. Neomi grinned and gave a little bow. "I will come back when I am called," she said.
Vicky suddenly wanted to plead with the girl not to leave her--but she stepped back, bowed again, and then stepped away, looking over her shoulder, fondly, at Vicky.
WHNNMMMM!
Oh! OHHH!! Vicky arched her back! She considered simply trying to force her bottom off the urinal like platform--but the field seemed to contain her somewhat--not to mention that with her wrists cuffed above her head, she couldn't go far.
NMMMM!!
OHH!!! She felt intense bathroom needs and the feeling of being near orgasm--and just wanting a LITTLE more--as well as the feeling of being horribly sexually frustrated.
BRNNNMM!
She twisted and cried out! "Miss!!" she gasped.
Nnnnnnmmmm--
The buzzing--the awful 'pull'--subsided. She whimpered. One of the men was looking at her now. Ohh--she felt the heat in her face like the air wash off a blowtorch. She whimpered.
"There we are," said a crisp Miss Midnight. "Now, let's discuss our bratty, little untrained American ways, shall we?"
Ugh. But--"Yes, miss," she whimpered.
"How well do you give a boy oral? Can you take a man without gagging?"
"I--oh--OH! YES! I mean NO! NOT DEEP, MISS!" Vicky squealed as the pull rose precariously. She heard a loud, uncontrolled fart and moaned.
"I thought not," said Miss Midnight, archly. "How about foot massage or analingus?"
"N-no," said Vicky quickly. The low hum of the 'Pull' was uncomfortable but bearable so long as Miss Midnight didn't spike it. "S-sorry."
"Hmm. I suppose you aren't much of a laundress or cook either?"
"I can do--" Vicky started--but then. "No, miss, just basic things--"
The hum gave a quaver or higher intensity and she squirmed mightily. It subsided quickly. It seemed Miss Midnight was disappointed with her--but not furious.
"Very well," said the AI. The Pull field was fluctuating slightly, 'massaging' her region with increasing and falling discomfort. She grit her teeth and struggled on the Time Out device. Both men were watching now. She blushed harder and glared out from her perch.
"You need to train your mouth," said Miss Midnight. "Until then we'll rely on your other two ports."
"Nnnghh!" Vicky groaned. The Pull field increased in intensity and she gasped and tried to pull herself up. Her legs kicked.
"Put on a fetching show for our audience, nene," Miss Midnight said. "Squirm, Victoria."
Oh--Oh!! UGH!! She did--she had no choice--moaning--her bottom moved. If she hadn't had the enema she'd have soiled herself. She dribbled pee, gasping. Her heels kicked hard against the wall.
"Miss!" she whined, sobbing. "Oh, please!!"
The field lowered some. She gasped. "I want you weeping," Miss Midnight said, sternly. "When our punishment here is done, we're going to offer Mr. Yuen our bottom, aren't we? Ask him to fuck us to his pleasure?"
"Yes," panted Vicky. She felt like her region was a bowling-ball trying to work itself out. The bathroom urgency was constant and bad. The need to masturbate was intense. She felt a swollen thickness in her sex and cramps in her stomach. Another fart. She moaned.
Miss Midnight 'spanked.' The sensation was uncomfortable at a low baseline--but it spiked in a cadence, making her kick and moan. She struggled and squirmed. Miss Midnight got her weeping.
INTERLUDE -- AFTER WORK -- LIEZEL (Language translated from Tersnian Tagalog)
Liezel piloted the electric bike through the streets. This was an up-town area, unlike the tangle of buildings and overhead cables she'd grown up in. Her widget provided guidance and she could see the residential pods stacked like giant building blocks on top of each other--but not in simple, boring towers.
They were in pyramids and off-set stacks with gleaming wrap-around windows and individual staircases winding around them. Personal electric vehicles were parked in bays below. Her device pinged. Signaling--and announcing--her arrival.
She climbed the stairs to the door. The door retracted as she arrived. Taraki stood inside. He wore a fancy shirt and the penis cage. She blushed.
"I'm 'airing out,'" he said, blushing somewhat. "I have to wear the diaper out--but I can go bare at the house."
She blushed and nodded, awkwardly. "That--makes sense." she entered.
"He's not here is he?" She asked. Malic, a professional judicial disciplinarian specializing in judicial disciplinary sex was not someone she wanted to see right now.
Taraki grimaced. "He's here--let's go say hi."
He took her hand and led her in. She could see redness on his buttocks. He'd been spanked recently? She thought so.
The house was grand and smelled of freshener scents. She could see sculptures on pedestals and exotic plants. A long framed pictures showed a close shot of a pair of buttocks in stages of spankings with various implements. Starting with hand prints--but then adding slight switch marks, heavier cane marks, bruisings of a paddle, and then hard welts of a whip. By the last one, the buttocks were a swollen bruised mess.
"My trip to the Spanking Factory," Taraki said softly. "I was in bed for a week after that. Malic had to take care of me."
Liezel stared--and nodded. She imagined the bigger man tending his submissive in bed. She could imagine it--but--the sense of helplessness and clear severity of the punishment made her stomach clench.
Malic was in one of the common rooms. He was seated, relaxed, watching football on the video screen. He had a gigantic view-screen that took up a wall. She could see that the coffee table was padded and had restraints if he wanted to fix his submissive to it. Her nether's clenched.
A console device sat under the TV with a complex anal-plug attached by a rubber cable to the device. It could inflict various punishments as the AI associated with it wished. She was sure that Taraki used the device.
Malic looked up--smiling brightly.
"Liezel-kan!" he said. She blushed. At the age of adult-hood, the -kan suffix was usually used by those disciplining her--well, those fond of her who were going to punish her. "How is Aletha?"
Ugh. Well, he was friends with her team lead--and that explained the suffix: she was firmly 'under' Aletha which made her... -kan. She made herself smile.
"She's good, sir," she curtsied. "I've punishments with her scheduled tomorrow." She figured a professional disciplinarian would like that--and it was Tersnian etiquette to say something embarrassing to a senior. Malic's face darkened a little though.
"I hope she's not too tough on you girls," he said. Somehow--somehow--he managed to make it sound like he meant it. She blushed harder and squirmed.
"We all love her, Malic-tun," she assured him. "I get--" she touched her blue hair, "a lot of points."
He grinned at that and ducked his head, acknowledging her.
"Please--Malic is fine," he said, smiling. "I would appreciate it if you enjoyed yourself with Taraki--I'm greatly enjoying the game--" he nodded at the TV. "He does well with attention."
Oh! Liezel flushed. "Yes sir," she stammered slightly. She didn't dare look at Taraki, whom she was sure was blushing furiously.
"Show me what you've done after," Malic said pleasantly. The TV was showing a targeted ad for a disciplinary bowel irrigation system. A girl on her stomach grunted and moaned as a lab-coat wearing punishment nurse adjusted a control to increase her discomfort.
"I'll take you to our salon," Taraki said, leading her away.
"Sorry," she said when they were out of earshot--"I didn't mean for him--"
He smiled and took her hand. "It's--he's... very attentive. Please--enjoy yourself--I would prefer you do that than otherwise. Okay?"
She blushed and nodded.
The salon had a tiled floor and a restraint swing in the middle. He sat in it, putting his wrists up in auto-contracting restraints and his legs were spread. The room's senses detected the restraints and pinged.
Liezel gently removed the cock cage--and his penis, now free, begin to stiffen. She looked at it. He squirmed slightly, looking down at it.
"It's the restraints," he said. "They always... get me."
She nodded. She gently touched his shaft, stroking the side.
"Does Aletha punish you when she comes over?" she asked.
"Oh--oh, yes--" he blushed, looking away. "Badly," he said. "Malic usually wants her to address any actual disciplinary points--He usually puts me to bed after she's gone."
"Ugh," she said.
He shook his head. "I like her, miss. If I have points to deal with, I... appreciate her skill."
Liezel scowled at this. She was going to be on the receiving end of that skill tomorrow for her points--and she'd had plenty of experience with it anyway. Still, she had to give it to Taraki: she didn't hate Aletha. She was a skilled disciplinarian and far less scary than Ms. Taskirs!
She pulled over a stool. "Does he have a governor for you?" she asked, looking at his cock.
Taskirs nodded. "I've gotten a smart gel in my scrotum--it allows for vigorous spanking if you want--the sensitivity is greater than my buttocks--but without doing any real damage. It can be triggered to prevent unwanted or accidental orgasm."
She sat on the stool and cupped his scrotum. It felt full and stretched. He shifted as she stroked it. "Activate orgasm governor," she said.
"Would you like discomfort?" the AI voice asked.
She pondered this, a quick glance at Taraki. "Uhm, yes."
"Irritant or pressure?" asked the voice. Oh! "Irritant?"
"Severity on a scale of one to seven?" asked the AI.
She squirmed. "Uh--two?"
"Activated. There is a high-end masturbator in the utility cupboard," said the voice. She saw Taraki scowl at the camera complex. She grinned. She got up and went to the cupboard opening it. Malic had a fascinating array of implements. She didn't recognize many of them.
The masturbator, thought had a tube for his cock and a powerful spin-cycle gel around it. She took it--then, after a pause, she got a large 'dental style' mirror and a probe. She brought them over and sat. Taraki looked chagrined and glared at the masturbator.
"That's bad," he said. "She knows I hate it."
"The AI?" Liezel asked.
He nodded. "She keeps me company--but... ugh."
Liezel nodded. A smart punishment agent could be pretty bad. They were usually pretty merciless in their application of discomfort.
She slipped the tube over his cock. She activated it--level 1.
The clear glass sheath showed the gel starting to whirl along his penis. He closed his eyes, his usually taut stomach sucking in more. "Ohhh--"
She smiled thinly. "We can start with that--I asked if I could talk to you--AI, can you give us... some privacy?"
"I'm no longer listening," said the voice. "Awaiting the signal only to begin interaction. Please continue to stimulate Taraki," it purred.
She shuddered.
Taraki was distracted--the masturbator probably felt wonderful--the itching of his scrotum, less so.
"How did you... wind up with Malic?" she asked. It was a calculated question, if what she'd gathered was pointed in the direction she thought.
He gave a barking laugh. He was clearly surprised.
"What did you hear?" he asked.
"A few things, here and there--that you were... very, uhm, punishment prone? That you... were... submissive? But getting picked by Malic was a lucky stroke for you--I guess? Aletha knows this stuff and she thinks he's perfect for you--"
She hated saying it. He got punishment fucked often enough he needed to wear a diaper. He was constantly under punishment. She wasn't sure she could take his regime!
He nodded. He shifted--the masturbator whirred powerfully. He took a shuddering breath. A ping and light on the device indicated he'd have spent--but the modifications in his scrotum prevented it. She heard a little whimper.
"Do you know what the match-maker is?" he asked, gasping slightly.
"I've heard," she said. "The old religion--a very heavy woman spirit with many arms who picks the mate perfect for you and makes you known to them."
He nodded. She affixed the masturbator to a sling so it was held in place--wrapping his cock in its swirling embrace. She moved the mirror under his buttocks and could see the darkness of his open, loose anus.
"How often does he--"
"Most nights," breathed Taraki. "It's... common."
She moved the probe to his sphincter ring. When she touched it to one of the bulges of hemorrhoids, he flinched, gasping. It stimulated a powerful sudden itch. She moved the probe around, touching each bulge. She heard him cry out. "Uhh!!"
"So you... saw the matchmaker?" she asked. She didn't believe in the old island superstitions--but she'd heard things.
"There's a village at the end of kulay-abo line," he gasped. She stroked the larger bulge and he whimpered. She decided to stay there a while. "They have a temple. The monks punish anyone who tries to come in. I got it pretty bad. I had to come back a few times--"
She grimaced and nodded. "Okay--and then?"
"I got in. There's a statue there. It's old--but they updated it. I made a... donation. There are those neon kiosks in the old quarter?"
He gasped again. She knew this was very uncomfortable. She'd had one of those probes used on her vagina once and she'd cried in moments!
"They directed me to the... Spanking Factory--you saw the picture," he whimpered.
She pushed it in more--letting its histamine field work deeply into the irritated skin. He gasped. She rubbed its smooth soft tip over the bulb. If it was hard, it'd be scratching lightly which would probably feel heavenly--but it was soft and he moaned. The masturbator pinged several times--more refused orgasms!
He gave a whine. "Ohhh," he whimpered.
She waited, rubbing him. The punishment wasn't to encourage him to speak. She'd do it whether he was silent or not. Her own sex felt warm and wet.
"He was working there," Taraki gasped. "I got--I wasn't assigned to him--but I--we met." He whimpered. "After my session, you can see I was... pretty... badly spanked?"
She bit her lower lip, nodding. "I fell asleep--he was... in the recovery room. I was in tears, and he--decided to tend to me." Taraki swallowed. "I was really... really... desperate--" he gasped. "To cum--" she could see the vibrant blush on his skin.
"It begged him to finish me--with punishment--anything."
She chewed her lower lip.
"I was expecting my match to be a dominant girl--" a laugh--slightly bitter--"but I needed it badly and he was a skilled sexual punisher. I was badly--" He arched. The masturbator pinged! "Ahh--I was badly enough spanked I couldn't walk! So he--was willing to have me--my anus--my--" he whimpered.
"My prostate--He assigned me to a station and he punished me. I'd never cum so hard." His voice creaked with embarrassment as he told her the story. We did a continence test--h-holding my spend. The discomfort was supposed to be enough that I could--but I couldn't. He could've made me cum almost instantly. It took--" he grimaced. She worked the probe around, watching with the mirror as she probed tender areas. His cock quivered in the relentless masturbator.
"He made it take a long time," he gasped. "He teased it out of me--but--but when I came, I was in tears. I was a mess. He... took care of me."
Liezel scowled. The story--a submissive brought to utter distress and submission attracting a powerful dominant who finds their surrender appealing. And now they were married. Taraki in a relationship he'd never have chosen--one he was snared in--and now...
She pushed the probe angrily at his anus. He quivered in the swing. She watched his throat work as he gasped and whimpered.
Malic was likely going to fuck him tonight--and he'd take it--he had no choice--but it was what this 'matchmaker' had decided was best for him and somehow this boy agreed! She was furious with the idea--but... but...
"The gray line," she asked.
He moaned and nodded. "The end of it. You--You can find the temple."
She scowled and nodded. This was what she'd heard hinted at. This was what she'd come for--but she was hoping it wasn't just ancient superstitions and asshole monks!
She strode back to the cupboard. She wanted a paddle--Malic had asked for marks.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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TALYER DISCIPLINA -- SUMI
Sumi heard her name called and put down the glossy magazine she'd been paging through. She stood, straightening her uniform. She was at the Sumikat Talyer Disciplina--the Pinnacle Disciplina Studio. She'd accrued two "punishment points" (one for an overly aggressive lane-change in front of a higher-order citizen, one for violating her superior-imposed diet by getting a dessert!) and while she could afford a few more without too much difficulty, being a punishment officer meant that you didn't let them pile up.
So she went to her punishment parlor.
There were a variety of possible ones--from the more "classy ones" which she was at, to the low-quarter versions that often were either shakily qualified (meaning your points wouldn't always come off) or illicitly ended with the subject orgasming (which, if they were caught, were shut down with penalties for the owners and maybe the staff).
In her case, as a punishment officer, she had electronic money that would spend at the fully certified parlors which meant the points were guaranteed to come off and the punishments were always appropriate.
The receptionist waved her in, giving her a warm smile that was only about 10% 'wicked.' Nobody wanted to be at one of these--but if the points accumulated, they would accrue interest until the punishment got... really bad.
"Sumi!" the girl said, giving her a quick embrace.
Sumi returned it. She knew better than most that bearing one's punishment with aplomb was expected--the higher echelon you were, the better you were expected to take it.
"Who did I draw?" Sumi asked, releasing the girl.
"Nail--your favorite!"
MMph. Sumi grinned--but a bit weakly. Nail was a trim, submissive, attractive boy who was an unexpectedly skilled disciplinarian. Still, while this wasn't an extremely mild "maintenance" punishment, it was only two points. She stepped onto the scale as the reception girl keyed in her code to attach the measurement to her appointment file.
Next she stripped down her panties and hung them on one of the provided posts. They would be visible--part of the treatment--but they were next to several pairs of similar undergarments, including a thick cloth diaper.
She also removed her shoes and socks and placed them in the assigned cubby hole.
Down the hall, she could see a bit into open doors and hear gasps and whimpers. Most people attending the Talyer Disciplina were here more or less by choice. The punishments would certainly be unpleasant--but they were calibrated to leave the subject remorseful and a bit humiliated--not to apply judicial standards of discomfort.
Still: ugh. She was led into a waiting bay and the receptionist watched, smirking, as she removed her skirt and hung in. Now naked from her waist down, she climbed into the chair--it had freshly replaced pads on it where she sat, and she put her feet through hoops in the stirrups and her hands through hoops on the arm-rests. The restraints sealed with a faint hiss.
The receptionist beamed: very good, Sumi! "Sit tight. Nail will be here soon."
She gave Sumi a pat on the inner thigh--unpleasantly intimate given her state of helplessness and undress but then turned and exited. Sumi lay her head back. There was a monitor overhead, placed so she could see it.
It came to life, flicking for moments with conflicting signals. Then Krystal Clove, a cartoon pegasus appeared. Ugh--better and better... Miss Krystal was her personal AI kaibigan--'friend'--a personal routine the central system assigned to many citizens designed to "look after her."
Miss Krystal folded her hooves, looking piercingly into Sumi's eyes. Sumi felt herself blush and quailed slightly. She forced a smile.
"Mistress Krystal!" she said with inauthentic cheer. In truth, she didn't hate the character--yes, it caused her trouble--but it was in other ways appealing and capable. Plus it provided a direct, if incomprehensible, channel into the Central System that ran Tersnia. If Miss Krystal wanted anything of Sumi, it was, she'd learned, for her own good--however unpleasant it might be.
"You're authorized deserts on Fridays," Miss Krystal scolded. "What were you thinking, Sumi? You know a girl's figure is one of her greatest assets!?"
"Yes, Mistress, Krystal," Sumi said. "I'm sorry. It was a lapse."
The cartoon pegasus ruffled its wings and snorted. "I could fill a pair of rubber pants with with gooey cake and have you wear them for a day!" Miss Krystal considered. "In addition to a good yeast infection, I'm sure you'd find it an educational punishment!"
"Ugh! Mistress!" Sumi's distress was mostly for show. She had to grovel before the thing to mollify it. "Please don't do that!" Her pleading was on point, it seemed and the cartoon relented a little.
"I wanted to talk to you about this American girl you've seen---"
Sumi's surprise wasn't extreme: she was aware that the systems had a good amount of information sharing. It certainly was probably that her AI would weigh in on her activities with possible girlfriends. It was especially unpleasant to do this now--but maybe the AI knew that.
However, she was surprised about what the AI said next.
"There are some data anomalies with that girl," said the pegasus, scowling. "I think you should look into her."
"Data... anomalies?" Sumi was baffled.
"Yes!" the cartoon snapped irritatedly. "I have access to lots of peripheral information and there are elements that don't align properly. In my capacity as an agent of Central, I'm telling you that I approve of you getting to know her and finding out if there's a reason for the misalignment."
"What--what misalignment?" Sumi wasn't sure what that meant. The AIs often couldn't shed much information into why they thought what they thought. Usually, however, they could provide at least cursory information about their directives.
"I believe some information about her has been obscured," said the pegasus. Sumi could see that the image certainly looked pissed. Not a good situation for something that could have her punished badly.
She opened her mouth, but: "I can't explain it better than that," the image said. Miss Krystal sounded more than a bit petulant. "But as a biological servant of Central, you are well positioned to find out if she is aware of any substantial secrets she's keeping. Plus, she's cute--which means I approve of your interest in her."
Ugh.
At that moment, a figure appeared in the doorway. Nail. He was about her height and always looked more than a little "put upon." He wore scrubs with cartoon images of penitent looking cute 'puppies and kitties' on them with reddened more human-looking buttocks--and even low fidelity genitals.
He gave her a slight smile.
"Sumi Dela Cruz!" he walked over to where she was restrained to the chair.
"Hi," she said, feeling a very unwelcome blush cover her. He was looking at her face rather than her naked, spread legs--that was nicer--of course he was going to punish her momentarily so that wasn't going to last.
"Driving and diet," he commented, looking at his tablet. He gave her a glance.
She sheepishly squirmed, and glanced away. "I knew the desert was bad. The driving was a mistake."
He nodded. He patted her inner thigh. "We all make mistakes--and we all get to pay for them." She nodded. As a punishment officer, she was more commonly in the reverse position.
"Your kaibigan wants you given extra attention."
"She said that!?" Sumi was hugely annoyed. Miss Krystal was usually enthusiastic about getting her punished--but she'd felt she'd behaved fairly well just now!
"I got an e-memo," Nail said. He flicked something on the tablet. "Nothing too bad--she didn't assign more points--just wants more ... " he looked at the screen "mild discomfort."
"Oh," she said.
"And 'intimate attention,'" he blushed. She did too. That designation was usually given when the assigner wanted the subject given things like sexual teasing (and sometimes even sexual release!), more involved aftercare, and so on.
"Mmph," Sumi repressed and urge to complain more stringently. She was going to get what was asked for--and complaining would make it worse.
Nail seemed to agree. "Let's take care of those points," he said. She nodded. Here we go.
He started by hanging a rubber enema bag between her spread thighs. He hung it high, so he had to stand on a small step to get it on the arm. The higher it was, the higher the pressure--the more discomfort. Sumi gave a little grunt as he lubricated the hose and spread her buttocks slightly to push it against her anus.
"Relax there," he told her. She did her best and he pushed it in. Ugh.
Inside, she felt a bulb just before the nozzle inflate. Bigger--bigger--oh!! Ohhhhh!! Ugh!
It reached a discomfort level that was moderate. There was nothing she could do about it, though, so when Nail adjusted something on the tube, she lay her head back and felt a thick fluid begin to rush into her. Ohh--ughhh!
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's a punishment oil," he said. "You'll absorb some carrier chemicals and arousal hormonal and peri-hormonal chemicals. It's surprisingly fast acting and uncomfortable since you can't address it."
"Oh," she bit her lower lip.
He glanced at her--the tube running down from the bag was a humiliating image, but she couldn't take her eyes off it. "You'll bear it just fine." He gave her a pat.
She closed her eyes. The sense of pressure from the bulb was hard and full--the feeling of fluid flowing into her was unpleasant to think about--but over all, it wasn't intolerable. This was more about humiliation and embarrassment. She grit her teeth.
Nial took a plastic handled device that looked like one of the pads for a defibrillator. He applied a gel to it.
She glanced at the pair.
"Neuro-spankers," Nial said.
"I've seen," she swallowed. She hadn't used a set yet--but she knew the idea. The plates projected a sensation of the touched nerves that felt like a good hard slap. They used a bit of electrical stimulation that could leave the skin red. She'd heard they were about the strength of a swat with a leather belt. She was going to find out.
"Deep breath," he told her.
He held the paddles to her buttocks. "I like these because you can apply the punishment while getting an enema or having intercourse or whatever."
She nodded.
"I'm going to give you forty-four." Double her age. "They don't leave much of a mark," he explained.
She nodded. Ugh.
KPOW! He triggered the spanker and she felt the swat against--inside--her buttocks! There was no movement--no quivering of the flesh or a jolt against her body--but the crisp, sharp spank was unmistakable.
"Oh!"
He nodded. "Let's see--" POW! CRACK! HSSSNAP! She bucked slightly. Ow! Ow! Oh!! Whatever bitch had flagged her for driving in front of them was certainly getting their satisfaction! PoW Hiss! Crack! Nial adjusted one of the paddles to lay it over her pudenda, along the labia.
Ohhh--SZZZZAP!! She arched her back and cried out. "Tang ina!" she yelped.
Nial paused. "What would you do if one of your subjects swore when being spanked?" He asked pedantically.
Shit. She glowered at him. Her pussy still blazed with projected sensations of the neuro-paddles. Her stomach was swelling and she had the rubber hose humiliatingly rising up between her thighs in front of her.
Meeting his eyes, she sourly opened her mouth.
He nodded, placed the paddle-pads down and stepped over to the supply cabinet.
She watched him. It was hard to see, but she was pretty sure he was wearing a cage under his scrubs. She hoped his cock was bothering him.
He came back with the soap gag. Ughhhh.
She looked reproachfully at him. He unsealed the bag and buckled the soap-gag into her mouth. It came "pre-wet" so she could feel the slick surface and suds--and the taste was... guhh! Nasty.
"We'll let that clean our dirty little mouth a bit, won't we?" he said. His tone was somewhat mocking--but she'd cursed during punishment... and she knew better.
FFSPOW! NNHmm!! She gasped into the gag. The paddle had touched her sensitive clitoris and the neuro-spank made her jolt!
Pow! Pow! Pop! He walked them to her inner thighs. Held one to her perineum, and moved the enema tube slightly to apply the spank to the walls of her anal cleft. Unhhh--
She was whimpering when he carefully unbuttoned her shirt and spread it. Ohh. Pap! Pap! Pap! He applied the spanks judiciously to her breasts--her nipples even.
She let herself cry out as loudly as she could into the gag. The taste was nasty and some of the sudsy soap ran down her throat--but--ohhh! Oww.
His fingers gently rubbed her flesh. "Last few," he told her.
Back on her buttocks, he held them firmly and: WHAP! SNAP!! CRIZZPOP! The sounds, a bit like paddle or belt strikes--a bit like electric pops or snaps. She grunted with each snap. Her eyes sparkled with tears--but then it was over.
The relief of him positioning the basin under her and removing the enema plug was matched only by the humiliation of expelling in front of him, noisily, into the receptacle.
He cleaned her carefully, undoing the restraints and handing her a stuffed animal to hug. Finally, he helped her waddle over to the sink to wash the taste out of her mouth. He rubbed her buttocks as she swished and spat.
'Be careful," he said. "The enema will make you pretty aroused. If you misbehave--"
She nodded, feeling the heat on her face.
'I know," she grumbled.
He gave her a last rub. She struggled back into her skirt, fixed her top--and stepped out to get her panties. She was waddling a bit--her skin felt mildly sunburnt and stretched. Her bottom had a not-entirely unpleasant feeling of "emptiness" in her rear.
She put on her headset, got onto the electro-scooter, and fired up her widget. Her queue had nothing pressing--largely because the scheduling software knew she'd had a disciplinary appointment. However it did have flagged notices from Miss Krystal.
She asked her on-board agent to play them as she drove.
"I got the feedback report, Sumi," said the voice of her Artificial Intelligent 'friend.' "You did very well. Let me know and I'll requisition a neuro-spank pack for your use in the field."
She blushed. Still: she'd put in the request. They were effective! But, no--this wasn't what she was checking for.
"Subject Victoria Truman, Aged 21. American. Since you have shown emotional interest in her, I have performed an examination and analysis of her personnel stack. There are ambiguous irregularities. I have greater information at this time."
"To remediate these, please contact her and ask general questions--background, activities, employment history, etc. Recommend low-intensity interaction. I will attempt to resolve irregularities. You are not required to disclose the purpose of interaction. I recommend you do not."
She wants me to spy on her. Sumi was annoyed. Of course the AI had all kinds of inputs including something like a maternal complex that would push her towards social interactions it found appropriate, or beneficial, or cute.
She blushed as she cruised down the street (careful not to cut off some higher-order driver!). The idea of sending her to talk to the girl was probably only a small part of the intent. It could well be that Miss Krystal thought she'd be good for Sumi. Still, she requested a call through to Massi.
"Massi Corvala, Systems Engineering Expert! Hi, Sum."
"Hi, Massi. I've got a question--"
"Go ahead--you--oh--just got out of a points-appointment!"
Sumi grimaced. Ugh. "Yeah, I'm... a bit sore."
"I know the feeling. Why'd you call? You're on duty?"
"I've got a break--but I have a question. My kaibigan asked me to check out a girl I serviced--American ex-pat."
Massi giggled. "What'd she do to get in trouble!?"
"Mocked a senior executive when she thought the system was muted."
"OH!!"
Sumi laughed.
"She just got a mild ticket. It wasn't too bad. But my kaibigan said that something came up with her stack--some inconsistency--and she didn't say what it was. Asked me to check it out."
"As a formal officer that's within your scope of duties, no?"
"I don't know. I'd thought that'd be immigration. How can the system say there are irregularities but not know what they are?"
"The AIs are really huge vector-space networks--uhm--let me put it this way: they don't always know why they know things. Sometimes we can figure it out--but for the most part, no: their knowledge base is part of Central. It's all in a kind of neural-mess--but think of it as a stack of papers with sticky notes all over them?"
"Okay?"
"So the sticky note says where the paper it's on came from, what reliability score it got, and so on. If a source Central or an audit found shows the person as working in place A and another source shows the person as working at place B for the same period, it could mean one is wrong, the other is wrong, both are wrong, or the place had like two names, right?"
"I guess?"
"Right--so the system assigns lower possibilities to each piece of data and the whole stack gets recalibrated. You get 3000 pieces of data, it becomes almost impossible to reverse engineer why a person's stack could be seen as having incongruities. They all do--it's just that something triggered Central to try to get additional data points."
"So what do I do?" Sumi asked.
"Go and ask the person if there's any reason there'd be something odd. Like, for Central to flag it, it probably means that somewhere in the mess of data something is really weird. Like they have an identical twin that's confusing the system or something. She should know if there's something weird going on."
Sumi frowned. The American's assigned building was coming up. Her on-board agent flashed a message that Vicky was flagged as in-recovery. So she'd gotten some serious punishment. Sumi considered that the girl probably wasn't going to be in any mood to answer questions. Still, she'd gotten the request and her own AI "friend" would be checking back. Sumi would want to have some kind of answer.
She signaled ahead that she was coming.
"What's she gotten herself into!?" The house mother was a large woman in her 30's. She had her hands on her hips and looked like she was ready to become livid.
"Oh! Sumi blushed. "Nothing, ma'am--I'm not here in an official capacity. We had an encounter a while back--pretty routine--and I put a marker on her account if anything got noted. Looks like she got into some trouble at work?"
The woman waved a hand. "She's doing secretarial work for an executive--very temporary, I'm told. Looks like she got a pulsed Time-Out. She's not used to it so she thinks it nearly killed her. I'm letting her rest."
Sumi was grateful the house-mother wasn't furious with Vicky for having taken the punishment badly. She'd done some fairly lengthy Time Outs--in the punishment corps training she'd done a 4-hour stretch on level 3 and had been unable to walk after it! But for an American who'd almost never experienced it, she imagined it'd be terrible.
She found Vicky in a semi-private room, face down on one of the cots. She wore a loose, soft shirt and a bulging skin-adhesive sanitary pad over her sex. She looked up red-eyed and blanched when she saw the uniform. Sumi quickly stepped inside and sat down.
"I'm just here to look in on you," she said. "I can go if you want."
She saw the American struggle with what was probably incredibly acute embarrassment. Then she shook her head. Stay.
She placed a hand on Vicky's bare bottom. "I heard you got pulsed," she said gently.
"The stupid computer called it a Time-Out spanking," Vicky murmured.
"Yeah, or that," Sumi said. She prodded the pad that covered Vicky's sex. The girl on the bed flinched!
"The receptionist put that on me!" she wailed softly.
Sumi nodded. "To help with leaking," she said.
Vicky moaned in humiliation into the pillow and tried to close her legs. Sumi gave her a little slap on her buttocks!
"Leave them open," Sumi said. "I'm your much higher superior here--and in uniform."
She was pleased the American girl stopped moving. Good.
"Roll over," Sumi instructed.
Vicky did, now looking up--her legs spread, pale thighs exposed.
Sumi touched Vicky's lips with two fingers. The girl looked timidly up at her.
"We're practicing submission," Sumi said. "Okay?"
Vicky flinched slightly--but nodded.
"Good. Open your mouth and suck gently on my fingers," Sumi instructed.
Vicky paused. Her blush was incredible--she was paler than most Tersnians so it showed more. Maybe she was more deeply embarrassed too?
Sumi let her fingers dip slightly into Vicky's mouth and felt the girl suck. Her tongue ran over the tips. Sumi nodded--and gave Vicky a bright smile!
"Good girl!" she beamed. "That's not bad, is it?"
"Nhnn-nnh," Vicky said.
"Right. Now, I'll give you a choice: I have reservation tickets to a place I happen to quite like... and I think you'll like as well. I realize you just got off a punishment. I did as well."
She grinned at Vicky's look of surprise. "I'll tell you about it, if you come. Anyway, I will take you out--trust me, you'll be fine, even after the Time Out pulsing--spanking--but--"
She paused for a moment to see if Vicky reacted to the 'but'--however the girl lay there, still looking up, waiting.
"But--you are going to be in learning about Tersnian etiquette. With a punishment officer. That means you'll be firmly 'under' me. Understood? I'm not going to be horrible or anything--but if I give you unpleasant orders you have to do them, and do them without much resistance."
She could see the girl looked wary at that. Well, good. Sumi knew most Tersnian girls of her strata would jump at the invitation... and wouldn't need to be told that they'd be taking the compliant, submissive role. The American understood that this could well be hard. Sumi wondered if Vicky would trust her.
Then Vicky nodded. Sumi beamed. She withdrew her fingers from Vicky's mouth and pulled the girl up to sitting.
"Let me see," she said, getting up.
In short order she had returned with sweatpants, a clean t-shirt, a head-scarf, and slippers.
"Can I take this thing off?" Vicky asked, nodding down at the pad.
"No--better use it--I know American pads stick to your panties. Tersnian pads stick to the skin--better protection."
Vicky blushed and didn't look thrilled. The thing was designed for post-punishment application so it was quite a lot thicker than she was used to. She looked over the sweats.
"I hope we're going to a bar-b-que," she said darkly.
Sumi actually understood the reference! "Don't worry about being dressed casually," she said. "You're with me. People will be impressed you've got that much on."
Vicky flushed at that and looked like she might bail out--but she pulled the pants on.
"Come on."
Vicky followed her. Sumi was impressed with her fortitude in being willing to go out-- she'd clearly had a very rough day. They got onto her electric scooter and Sumi pulled away.
"You better have me back before the house-mom decides to imprison me for curfew," Vicky said.
"Don't worry--you're with me. If you would normally get in trouble, I'm the one who would be assigned the blame."
"... ohhh." Vicky said after some consideration.
Sumi smirked even though Vicky, behind her, couldn't see it. She'd discovered how to get her superior in trouble! She wondered if the girl would be brave enough to try it. It was a Tersnian tradition--but probably not common when out with an actual disciplinary officer.
The Tersnian causeway was, itself, pretty breath-taking. The incredible star-scraper towers with their clusters of mere skyscrapers around them lit up the growing darkness. The roadways were raised and pristine looking. They had high overhead lights and a few moving billboards shone, lit up, to persuade passersby.
There were mazes of walkways and connecting tubes between buildings. Lanes and even individual roads for mass transit snaked around in several directions, their color-coded trams whisking along from one stop to the next.
Vicky was staring at it as they exited, dropping down into one of the districts near the Tersnian Academy of the Arts.
She pulled in at a building with an open terrace on the second floor.
"This is a service establishment where university students go to work off any punishment points," Sumi said.
Vicky's eyes widened. "How does that--"
"You'll see," Sumi smiled.
There was a girl at the stairwell entrance that led up--but Sumi's uniform got them straight past her. Signs pointed to where the servers were to go and where customers would. Scratchy video images of cartoon cat-girls bearing curled whips scowled sternly out at them, their cartoon eyes tracking Vicky as if she might be detoured to the service rooms!
Vicky had had enough experience with artificial intelligences recently to move closer to Sumi as they passed.
The inside restaurant and outside tables had a relaxed, smoky atmosphere with soft music playing.
Vicky stared as she saw the servers!
They were almost all girls--but not entirely.
They wore uncomfortable looking rubbery and skimpy maids uniforms in bright pinks and dark blacks. Their boots were downward-pointing punishment shoes that they pranced about in. Their mouths were fixed with noise-canceling gags.
"Miss Officer!" an older woman--the hostess or manager had bustled out! "So glad to see you!"
Sumi gave a polite curtsey. "Out on the terrace if there's room," she said.
"Of course!" The woman led them through the inside. Vicky could see that while not all the servers were in the revealing rubbery "punishment" uniforms, many were--and she saw little dramas playing out across the restaurant floor.
A girl bent over, her hands gripping a low wooden bar as an older, sharply dressed woman swatted her presented buttocks with a light paddle. She chatted with two others--another woman and a man--between strokes. Vicky could see the bent girl's face wince with each spank.
A young woman lay over the lap of a man who might be in his mid 30's. He spanked her, periodically pausing to chat with her. Vicky could see her glowering and gripping the chair legs as she answered whatever questions he asked--clearly despising the attention.
Sumi guided her out onto the terrace. Around an outdoor stage were three Time-Out "urinals." Two were occupied with a miserable looking boy and an equally uncomfortable looking girl squirming on them. The boy sported an obvious erection in his rubber outfit. She could only imagine what the insides of those rubber panties must be like!
Vicky brought a hand to her mouth, watching their legs kick slightly as they flexed and whimpered. She felt Sumi stroke down her spine, her hand landing at the base, just above her buttocks. She felt a surge of embarrassed annoyance seeing what she must have looked like just a few hours before, straddling the 'urinal bottom' with her hands bound above her head as the lounge visitors watched.
The hostess seated them where they had a good view of the two occupied stations.
"They're set for Level 2, generally," Sumi said, answering Vicky's unasked question. "They're far more familiar with it than you would be--but the rubber outfits do make it more unpleasant."
She watched the boy's rubber-sheathed cock bob.
"Kegels help, they say," Sumi said. "When you're in time out--a good cadence of them seems to help with leaking and some of the discomfort."
"Ugh," Vicky said--but she didn't look away. "Do you know what they did?"
"All punishment servers here did something--usually at the university--or Social Media infractions--to get points. You can look up specifics with your widget. If they have more than six points outstanding, their punishments here get posted to their profile pages... so all their friends will see it."
Vicky grimaced at that. "I don't have a social media page yet," she said.
"Oh," Sumi said. "You do--just not available to people at your general level. Your boss can see it. I can."
Vicky looked horrified. Sumi laughed. "After you unlock some more social achievements, you'll be able to go in and curate it. For now, don't worry over-much."
Vicky stewed and blushed. Still, the Time Out booths held her attention. The girl was humping the generator slightly: little pelvic thrusts as her head lolled and she moaned, eyes nearly closed. If Vicky hadn't known better, she would have thought it looked like pleasure.
She shifted. "Are you going to punish me?" she asked Sumi.
Sumi bent over and kissed her. "A very little bit," she said and giggled. "It wouldn't be a Tersnian date if I did not--but you'll see how it works. Trust me."
Vicky bit her lower lip--but nodded. Her level of sexual frustration was so high that the prospect of a very very little bit of punishment sounded... good. She pushed her hair back, and looked at Sumi. "Ok."
Sumi grinned at that. She put her hand over Vicky's and used her widget to order. "I'm ordering for you," Sumi said. "You'll rate your satisfaction with the order and it'll help with future dates to figure out what you like."
"I don't even get a look?" Vicky asked. She was a little annoyed--but she knew that in Tersnia the more dominant party was in charge of, well, everything.
"The menu's in Islander," Sumi said. "This isn't a place they would even let tourists in."
"Oh."
Sumi shifted in closer. "So--I have an uncomfortable question, Victoria."
Shit. Vicky looked at her--in this context, an uncomfortable question sounded like it could be... extremely uncomfortable.
Sumi shook her head. "Not like that--I don't think. No. I flagged you first because I thought you'd probably need assistance getting your feet grounded in our society. Plus," she gave Vicky another quick kiss, "I thought you were cute."
Vicky felt her cheeks burn with blush, and blinked--but nodded.
"It means that I got a notification from Central by way of my own 'friend' Artilect."
"Friend Artilect?" Vicky asked.
"Like your Miss Midnight--the executive's regular secretary got assigned an Artilect--a personal AI 'friend' who is responsible for her discipline and general well being. Not everyone has one."
Vicky made a face. "She wasn't very friendly towards me."
Sumi laughed. "I'm sure your Miss Midnight makes her girl get on her knees and grovel in the mornings for leniency during the day--things like that. It's a kind of game once you get used to it--but no, I have one because of my station with the punishment corps. Anyway, my own dropped in on me today during a punishment session--my own punishment session--to ask me about you."
Vicky's eyes widened. "About me?"
"Sure--my AI friend can see my social profile and my widget connections and so on--she knows I'm interested in you so--"
"Wait--wait, how--how exactly are you interested in me?" Vicky asked. She gave her voice an air of indignation. She wasn't exactly shocked to hear it--but stated like that was a bit...
"Like the wolf is interested in the rabbit," Sumi laughed. "I suspect you are delicious and I intend to find out."
Vicky blanched and felt a spike of anger. The girl on the TimeOut station gave a throaty moan, and bucked in her restraints. Both of them looked at her, seeing her gasp and cry out, apparently unable to bear the punishment-level any longer.
Sumi stroked her hand. "It's an old Tersnian saying--don't take it badly--no--I got a notification because Central has some kind of question about your personnel stack."
Vicky's roiling emotions suddenly contracted into a flat surface of alarm. She glanced back at Sumi.
"I don't understand. What's a personnel stack?"
"It's like your personal file--all the information Central has about you--but it's like... encrypted? Anyway: the system knows something is weird but doesn't know what."
Vicky opened her mouth. Closed it.
Sumi watched her.
"I don't--"
"I got a request to ask you if there was any reason you can think of why the data would have something that doesn't--"
"I don't--"
"I'm sure you don't know what's going on with it--no one does--not even Central. But if you can think of anything--any reason--I can tell them and that will close out the--"
"I don't feel too good--"
Vicky stood and ran--she bolted to the washrooms and knelt in one of the stalls, throwing up into the basin of one of the squat toilets.
She was panting--but had stopped shaking when one of the rubber-suited girls came in and crouched down beside you.
"Are you okay?" the girl asked. She had a wet hot wash cloth and used it to wipe at Vicky's face.
Vicky nodded. "I just got... a little sick?"
The girl looked her over, concerned.
"Let's go to the couch," she helped Vicky get up.
"I'm here with a girl--she probably--" Vicky started.
"She's at your table. She's definitely concerned about you--but it's okay--come on." She walked Vicky over to the couch and sat her down, sitting next to her.
Vicky hugged herself.
The girl studied her.
"Sorry," Vicky said. "Are you going to get in trouble for coming in here and--"
"No!" The girl laughed. "No, I was sent. It's fine. I'm your server--I have five points to work off and you're my table so you'll get to punish me!"
Vicky felt herself blush.
"I don't--Miss--I'm not sure--"
"I'd much rather you than the punishment officer!" the girl said. "Anyway, I got the points. I need to get rid of them. That's how things work here. It's not pleasant but I'm not mad at you or anything."
Vicky closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She nodded. "Okay," she conceded. She realized she was very, very able to give this girl some punishment. Her sexual frustration flexed like some deep-sea leviathan. She could do this... she wanted to do it.
"Feeling any better?" the girl asked.
Vicky nodded, slowly. She had no idea what she was going to say to Sumi though.
The girl got her up and out--back to the table. She felt eyes on her--the guest being walked by a girl in the punishment rubbers. Ughhh. Still...
Sumi sat, looking... well, concerned--but not horrified. She got up and took Vicky from the server girl and got her into the seat.
"Come back in a moment," she told the server, who bowed took a step back, and turned and quickly left.
"I--" Vicky started.
"Shh," Sumi said. "You don't have to. I told you there was a question. You don't need to have an answer or tell me if you do. If it were a big thing, I wouldn't have gotten the message like that. Okay?"
Vicky nodded, unhappily.
When she'd met Carlson in the prison interview room, she'd been entirely on her guard. At the age of 20, and imprisoned for white-collar crime, she was looking at 8 years in the woman's prison. There was something--not unsavory about the man--no, just... disconcerting. He wore a brown suit and tie that all looked wrong on him--like a kid playing dress up. He wore glasses she was pretty sure he didn't need--or, well, didn't need badly. He seemed uncomfortable in the meeting room--in the whole prison--like being in a woman's prison was a novelty for him.
He'd had her papers on the desk before him. He'd glanced at her--looked back down at his notes.
'Miss Truman?"
She'd nodded. Carlson wasn't her lawyer... wasn't anyone on her visitor's list. She'd just been told there was someone here-to-see-her.
"I'm told you've been subject to, uhm, abuse in here?" he looked up.
She'd pressed her lips together.
"I didn't say anything," she'd said. She was wondering what he was on about.
"No," he agreed. "This isn't about a complaint you filed or anything like that. You have a designation of a 'P' on your file--from the administration." He showed her a hard copy of her file. Indeed, following her correctional facility ID number, there was a 'P.' in the next unnamed field on the sheet. "That, I'm told, means you were identified as being selected for--uh--corporal correction?"
She'd felt a rush of blush. She'd growled. "Who are you!"
She wore wrist cuffs that were affixed to the table in front of her, like she was a dangerous murderer--in truth, she was in a minimum security women's prison. She wasn't at all sure why shackles were being used--she guessed it was some kind of procedure--or maybe they were just... fucking with her.
"I work for the government, Victoria--Vicky?"
She'd nodded, eyeing him.
"The State Department, specifically. We are looking for individuals that meet a certain profile--you hit a good number of the points." He'd cleared his throat. Another paper.
"Before your, uhm, bad decision, you applied for a position with Synergistia--a Tersnian technology--"
"What--what is this!?" She was red faced--embarrassed. How did he know this?? What was it?
He held up a placating hand. "Vicky--"
"You can stick with Ms. Truman," she'd snapped.
"Vicky," he'd said again, clearly not overly impressed with her anger. "I'm given to understand that the 'P' in your file means you've been identified as a subject of corporal punishment--spanking--by the correctional officers."
Her face flared. Fuck him. She kept her mouth shut. It occurred to her that he could get her in a lot of trouble with the staff. She certainly hadn't filed any complaints--even though the guards had identified her as one of the... 'sPankable' inmates.
She'd only had a couple of light sessions--but witnessed five more--well more severe. How did he know this!?
She just glared at him.
"If you agree to my terms," he'd said, "the State Department is willing to commute your sentence.
An hour later, he'd watched her, her prison trousers around her ankles, bent over a table, taking 12 strokes from Guard Mathers. Each stroke made her wince and she blushed in miserable, nearly hysterical humiliation as he saw what he'd come to see. When the ordeal was done, and she'd been allowed up, sniffling despite herself, he'd presented papers and documents.
She'd left the facility that evening.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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INTERLUDE -- SCENES FROM TERSNIA
The encyclopedia holds that Tersnia was settled in 1604 by French colonists who set up sugar, mining, and fishing industries. Over the next 100 years, it became a significant east Asian port and had a reputation for a strong, strict rule-of-law and was part of an anti-piracy coalition in the South China Sea.
In 1824, it underwent a change of hands to a family of English-French ancestry. The wealthy patriarch of the English family, Lord Somerset, was one of the wealthiest men of his age although the extent of his holdings is obscured because he held majority positions in a number of far-flung industries and interests and while it is suggested that he oversaw the entirety of the wealth represented (which at one point may have constituted 23% of the East India Company) the historical record is uncertain.
His acquisition of the island of Tersnia and surrounding smaller island and territorial waters was followed by his relocation of his second-eldest daughter and her husband to the island in a lavishly built estate near the extinct volcanic summit named Cougaway. Beatrice Landers nee Somerset held court in the estate for nearly 80 years and was credited with the establishment of both the modern government and English educational system among the natives (as well as the less well regarded establishment of the Church of England).
Lady Beatrice, referred to as the 'tigress' for her strict and uncompromising discipline, was a subject of intense fascination among the islanders. She oversaw the complex and often baroque court-system of punishment enacted and, as a believer in the restorative effects of public humiliation, instituted a number of fairly harrowing protocols for offenses that the lower courts were charged with carrying out.
Notable was the lampin sushan, a sentence where the subject was placed on a public dias naked and with their arms and legs extended. A low-concentration glycolic acid solution was then brushed onto the subject's buttocks and genitals--it was left for a prescribed period of time to sensitize the skin and leave it tenderized for the punishment.
The punishment was the application of a cloth wrap soaked in concentrated hot-pepper extract. The procedure would place a knot of the cloth into the subject's anus or vagina and then wrap it with special care paid to the labia or penis. The subject was then presented for the required period of time.
Another feared implement was the ulupong latigo, a whip that was rubbed with the oil from a native poison ivy like plant and, before use, decorated with prepared nettles along its length such that the marks from it itched horribly and in addition to welts, the subject was also vexed by a vicious rash.
Notably, these and similar punishments were used on both men and women and while undoubtedly intensely humiliating, it was noted by writers at the time that a trip to the public punishment platforms could improve their marriage prospects greatly.
AMIHAN - UPSCALE APARTMENT COMPLEXES -- BOYFRIEND'S TEARS GAME SHOW
Amihan closed her history book and pushed back from the table. There were AI tutors and audio / video learning courses--but her flesh and blood tutor, the formidable Ms Harmony, insisted on the old-fashioned paper-kind of book. Amihan padded from the kitchen table to the TV nook where the screen was showing an alert that coincided with her widget. Benigo, a boy from school in her clique, was on TV!
Well, he was on a punishment game-show which, while far, far less fun for him, was interesting and enjoyable for her! She felt bad for him--this was going to be awful! But he'd earned it pretty well, getting caught with an illicit masturbation toy that had his DNA on the inside. His trip to the local court had landed him on the tawa paralo BATA LUHA! Normally she could get the show on her media feed since it was technically a judicial sentence and limited to the higher echelons of society, but here she could get it because the system knew someone from her circle was featured... and that was part of the punishment.
She curled up on the sofa, tucking her feet under her and let the screen come up.
Ping! She checked her widget,
Diwata: Are you watching!
Amihan: Wouldn't miss it! Poor Beni! <wicked grin>
Diwata: I heard the device was made to look like one of the circle's puki's!
Amihan: Eww. <blech face>
Chesa: WHOSE!?
Diwata: Don't know? Amihan's, I'm sure!
Amihan: WHAT??
Chesa: <laughing face>
Diwata: <snickering face>
Hmmph. If his sex toy really was somehow patterned after her sex this was going to be even more delicious.
The screen came up with border disclaimers that recording was prohibited and that the stream was for approved audiences only. Then it dissolved into the dancing game-show logo for BATA LUHA! Boyfriend's Tears!
It was a stage with a gold curtain and set out were three boys on colorful bright yellow and pink X-racks. They were naked and looked horrified--blushing, squirming. All of them were erect. She could see Beingo there--stretched out. The camera system showed a small circle under each subject with a close in focus on their penis and testicles, the upwards angle showing a small portion of their buttocks and the cleft of their anus.
The three 'contestants' looked wide eyed and squirming. Benigo looked cute--and utterly abashed. He was covered in blush, hairless below his neck, thin. A much heavier boy was next to him, looking like he was trying to squirm out of the bonds. A more muscular and handsome boy was the third, wide-eyed and staring.
The cameras showed a studio audience--the higher ranking "royal" lords and ladies of Tersnia invited to appear in person for an afternoon of judicial punishment. Out on the stage strode the furies--three young women in tall heels and revealing gold, blue-platinum, and copper lame uniforms. They held whips in hands covered with elbow-length gloves. The whips had a faintly green cast to them, calling back to the "Viper whips" she'd read about in the history book.
The furies, oiled and muscled, with superior-sneers and glittering jewelry pranced about, saluting the cheering crowd as the boys looked on in horror. One of the furies had bowed her whip and drew it along the underside of the muscular boy's cock causing him to cry out. Did the whip have nettles pressed into the lash? Had they stung him along the underside of his penis!?
More laughter and as the three furies circled the boys like sharks spiraling inwards. The master of ceremonies walked out onto the stage to fanfare. His amplified voice addressed the crowd--three young malefactors. The fat boy: hacking into secure systems to extract punishment videos he was not authorized to see! Some of his managers and a couple of his girl-friend's mothers!
The muscular boy: using his money and family's power to acquire escorts--legal prostitutes who were only allowable for the upper class. They were rated as more dominant and he, being younger and lower order--although handsome and from a high family and by falsifying an electronic identity, he had managed to enjoy quite a lot of enjoyable ejaculation to which he was not entitled.
One of the furies wheeled out a cart with a glass case showing the pink masturbator that Benigo had used. It's supple smart-plastic molding showing an extremely lifelike vulva and vagina, the walls of which were lined with gel-packs that could warm to body temperature and be set to "throb" with the touch of a button. The whip wielding girl smiled viciously and licked her lips as Beingo squirmed and turned his blazing face away.
Amihan also squirmed on the couch, watching this. Fortunately, her parents were not home and she considered sliding a hand down inside her loose pants to find her own warm, moist center.
Chesa: It's not mine!
Diwata: It's Ami's!
Amihan: Shut UP! It isn't!
Chesa: You're famous on TV, Ami!! <grinning face>
Diwata: Ooohh--look!!
The heavy boy had been taken first. The X-rack moved to the center and the X, itself, was retracted, his arm and leg shackles being transferred to two extendible pillars so, before the audience, he was still spread-eagled, but now he was vulnerable front and back.
The fury cracked her whip as she strutted around him and the master of ceremonies commented on his bobbing cock as he squirmed and even begged. The woman expertly cracked the whip near his buttocks, his cock between his thighs--but didn't strike him. It just made him quail and cry out.
The announcer noted that his cock was still quite erect. Amihan understood that the subjects were treated with a mild series of drugs that made holding an erection easier--but did not make it automatic. The boy's own reactions to the humiliation and exposure did the rest. The fearsome women prancing before them, taunting them and scaring them, had all three boys in a frenzy of sexual arousal.
That didn't make them any less scared.
The goal was to hold their ejaculation as the fury pleasured them in some way. Their holding time would be measured against each other--and the chemicals promised a quick refractory period before the punishments would be issued--the worst to the quickest to cum!
The fat boy howled as the girl's finger stroked his cock. He shook his head vigorously as she held and stroked his testicles. She ran a finger around the bulge of his stomach and he cried out--and then--and then she took his cock and gave it a single pump with her soft gloved hand and he spurted!
She released him instantly, cackling as he writhed and moaned in frustrated ruin! On the screen, the red timer-numbers stopped and buzzers sounded. He howled and thrust. All three of the furies laughed, and the audience applauded as the boy moaned and sobbed.
The muscular boy lasted longer. The fury kissed his lips while her hand rubbed his sex. When she inserted a finger under--and behind, penetrating his anus, her other hand deftly rubbing the head of his cock, and he cried out, releasing a single white burst of ejaculate, the crowd applauded and she patted his buttocks, speaking softly to him as he whimpered.
Benigo was last. The girl started with an actual spanking to his bare bottom and, stepping in, she ran a hand up his thigh, stroking the inside of it, to hold his cock and scrotum as the spanking continued. Without even touching his cock, she whispered something to him that made him cum.
His moans of humiliation and frustration were deep and heartbroken. Amihan watched with both horror and satisfaction. It was hard to tell from the TV image, but she thought she recognized the mold of his masturbation toy. How he'd gotten her measurements wasn't clear--but she figured he'd gotten an attachment that worked with his widget to do 3d modeling with its camera. He must have scanned her during one of her own punishments.
Now seeing him sag, weeping, awaiting his punishment for spending, she smirked. Well: he was going to learn a little lesson, wasn't he? She slipped her own fingers under the waistband of her pants. She hoped the punishments for these boys was something intricate... and nasty.
It was. The boys were whimpering in their restraints as the furies used light switches on their buttocks. The camera swirled around them as the girls danced in, struck, and spun out. The boys gasped and yelped as they were switched. Close-ups showed lines across their bottoms. The switches weren't hard and while the implements were calibrated to leave pink lines, Amihan was sure the sensations were more stinging than ripping. She touched herself gently as Benigo jumped and struggled against the strokes.
Meters showed the boy's cocks traitorously coming back to their erect states. While orgasms during punishment weren't unknown, they were considered hugely humiliating. All three boys found their penises struggling back to full stiffness as they wailed. A series of chimes sounded and the furies stopped their taunting and switching and moved in close to their subjects, fingers stroking up and down their naked bodies, lips whispering into their ears.
The strong, handsome boy had held out the longest--perhaps because of his practice with the escorts, and his fury unveiled a soft bristled paint brush with a chemical that would make the light welt-lines sting horribly! His eyes widened as she held it before him, the crowd gasping in appreciation and feigned horror! His pleas became high-pitched shrieks as she used it to paint over his orbs, his body jerking and spasming.
The fat boy had come the quickest--but he'd spent from the fury's touch to his cock whereas Benigo had come just from being taunted... and spanked! The screen showed what he was in for: a penis-spanking!
The crowd responded with enthusiasm as the fury took a sheath that covered his penis. The shaft was "ribbed" with rubber-band strips that had mechanical pluckers. She slid it over his cock as he looked down in horror and then, using the control, began the punishment--SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
The bands were drawn back by things that looked a bit like spider-legs and released to snap hard against the tender flesh.
The boy gasped and then howled and struggled in the restraints. The furies howled with laughter! Finally Benigo's fury approached him. She stroked his teary face, smirking with cruel delight as she ran her gloved fingers over his body--down his ribs, around his hips.
The first part was a device that strapped onto his thigh and then ran a thick rubber tube into his anus. The audience watched her feed it in, lubrication gleaming visibly on his sphincter. Deeper--deeper--so that the pad on it lay against his prostrate. It began to hum and he arched in the restraints. This, they were told, felt "good"--although the teasing there--deep in his anus was meant to be both humiliating and unsatisfying. The sensors on it would reduce the intensity when he got closer to orgasm--increase it after. He would be erect and frustrated for hours!
The next part came with a condom--a blue gel-lubricated thing that the fury unwrapped where he could see it. The rubber sheath was filled with an irritant solution that would produce a terrible prickly-heat-like itch over his cock.
Smirking as he begged, she rolled it on, the rubber tightly gripping his penis. She kissed him on the lips as he begged--the itching hadn't even really started yet, but his cock quivered and jumped. The cameras pulled out as one boy moaned as his fury, having painted his buttocks with the stinging solution 'comforted' him. One yelped with each snap of the rubber lashes to his cock, and the last Benigo struggled, increasingly desperate as the irritant's itch grew and flared.
Three submissive boys who had all "misused" their cocks, each sobbing wetly on the stage. Amihan bit hard into her wrist as her other hand found the orgasm it had been seeking.
MAHI-- TRAIN STOP 31 -- GRAY LINE -- YASTASI SHRINE
Mahi checked her silk outfit in the mirror, adjusted her headscarf and then shifted her skirts to close the hips of a diaper she wore since, for the next 6 hours, she wouldn't have access to a bathroom. Satisfied that nothing showed and that she looked appropriately cute, she slipped out of the restricted bathroom and crossed the cement floor of the underground train-stop to where the 'shrine' sat.
The 'Shrine' wasn't religious in the sense most non-islanders would understand it. It was listed on historical records and guide-books as a 'cultural shrine' which was a closer description of how Mahi thought of it. In appearance, it stood against a bare concrete wall with inset arches of green neon framing a 6'4" sculpture of a snake woman, the tip of her serpentine tail was the nib of a calligraphy pen.
Her four arms held a normal version of said pen, a small whip, a tablet with parchment on it for writing, and a book--a dictionary and writing guide (according to the histories). This statue of Yastasi wore round glasses, and she smiled benevolently, if a bit sternly out at anyone who would pass by.
At her base, where the sculpted tail coiled, was a fountain trench filled with gently flowing water. Coins could be cast in to buy the being's 'favor'--of course there were other ways to make donations. One of Mihai's duties was to help with that.
She sat next to the flowing pool on a stool and took the collar connected to the system behind the statue and clipped it around her neck.
She could get it off--but doing so if there wasn't an emergency would give her lots of punishment points. She would be wearing the collar for the next six hours. Above the statue monitor screens flickered to life with scrolling texts from documents, social media, broadcast transcripts, and other things in an overlapping flood of text and (low) sound.
In the neon lined alcove behind the statue were a battery of printers that activated, humming and resetting, ready for the day.
Under her, hung on the stool, was a tawse and a flexible paddle--the primary implements of her trade... when things were good. There was also an electronic box for receiving donations. She put a bright smile on her face and looked out as the morning crowd exited the train, streaming by. Most people were involved in whatever they were doing and Gray 31 was on the periphery of the city, anyway. Going further from the city center was like going back in time. The further you got, the more that things at the stop would adhere to the olden ways.
Yastasi was one of those. Her legend, dating back to pre-colonial days when acolytes implored her to have their letters of merit received warmly or to have their documents found without error.
Her first client was a slim girl who waited until the gush of traffic from the train stop had passed before approaching. She came up and bowed to Mihai, a slight nervous smile on her lips.
"I got an infraction on the Lidhani Girls Forum," she said. "For argumentative posting."
Mahi nodded. "Let's see," she said, holding out her hand. The girl placed her hand, palm up, in Mahi's and Mahi passed her other hand over it, brushing her fingers and palm flat.
Mahi made a show of studying the girl's palm like a fortune teller. In reality, the camera systems around the statue and the near-field reader was keying on her widget and bio-metrics to identify her. Then the random-decision forest that the shrine had been built for would 'pass judgment.'
Mahi felt a vibration in her collar and smiled. "Yastasi has made a decision," she said.
It was more than likely that both girls knew that this shrine was a non-deterministic system with a facade of ancient rites over it--but, of course, the original systems of channels and balls that was used for telling the temper of Yastasi was also a mechanical system and people had found that useful as well. Even citizens who understood both the histories and the technicalities still used these shrines (to Yastasi and others) and swore that they worked, however they might be designed.
The hum of the printers came shortly, the buzz in the collar meant to alert the Shrine Worker that judgment was coming. She got up from the stool and stepped back to the statue. She reached in and took the slip, reading the girl's 'fortune.' They were generally abstract collections of phrases that made little sense but seemed seeded off the individual or infraction.
"Argumentative Posting is an odious smell of old sweat and an unwashed kipi! An audience is enthralled," she read, blushing and smirking. The girl went bright pink.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. Perhaps the systems understood that she was easily embarrassed by the idea of stinking. Maybe it was just random luck? Mahi read the rest of the ticket.
"You have a history of infractions?" she asked the girl, who was squirming.
"Yes, miss," the girl said, abashed. So, this one was used to arguing online.
"Yastasi prescribes thirty five swats with her tawse and a seven-hundred word apology to be posted while your bottom is sore."
Ohh. The girl's blush deepened and she squirmed but nodded.
"Turn and lift your skirts. Spread your legs, put your elbows on your knees."
The girl sniffled and looked up and down the platform. It was nearly deserted, the only other person a ticket-woman checking one of the machines.
The girl faced away, blinking back tears as Mahi lowered her panties. She took a wipe from her pack and spread the girl's bottom, giving her anus a rub. She was rewarded with a cry of humiliation.
"We're going to learn to behave ourselves with our writing and words, aren't we?" Mahi asked.
"Yes miss," the girl sniffled.
"Okay--hold position or the stroke won't count," she said. "I'm going to make these hurt." The girl gave a soft cry.
In truth, Mahi didn't plan to be too harsh with her--but she was sure the moderators of the Girl's forum who had infracted her wanted her penitent and if they had sent her to Yastasi to get her words and writing straightened out Mahi wasn't going to disappoint them!
POW! "Ahh!"
The girl gave an adorable little yelp. Ooh! She was vocal! This one was going to be fun! Mahi adjusted her stance and patted the small of the girl's back.
"Arch and push," she instructed. The girl obediently did. POW! POW! POW. The girl gasped with each stroke--but held firm. Even more surprisingly, she kept her bottom pushed out. Good girl!
Mahi paused to give the girl a break, hearing labored wet breathing. "Break time." she handed the girl a tissue. "Keep your skirt up," she said.
She was counting off time until she resumed when the Americans arrived.
It was a husband, wife, and their college aged son. They came down the staircase to the underground station, clearly trying to figure out which way to go with a hard-copy map. They didn't have widgets and their mobile phones probably didn't work well out here.
When they saw Mahi and her subject--Kari--sniffling with her skirt up and her panties just below her buttocks, they froze, staring.
Mahi groaned inwardly: she knew full well what Americans thought of Tersnia and while most tourists didn't see as much of the culture as they might read about. But, she thought with a sigh, poor Kari, now she was going to be the center of attention.
The family stopped, and she saw Kari freeze like a deer before a tiger.
"We're going to finish up," Mahi said gently to the girl. "Just because someone's watching doesn't mean you get a break." Of course it wasn't just "someone" watching--it was fascinated foreigners. Poor thing! "Back in position," she said.
To her credit, the girl bent back, pushing her reddened bottom out. Mahi resumed position. CRACK! The tawse slapped hard against Kari's bottom and the girl let out a little squeal. The family jumped more than Kari did, though. POW-POW-POP-POW!
Kari let out a wavering whine. Mahi smirked. POW-POW-POP-POW! The tawse's slappy strokes reverberated in the cement chamber. Mahi could see tears on the girl's cheeks POW! POW! POW! She smelled arousal from her rear. The family wasn't close enough to see or smell it--but she knew that even the hint of the idea would be unbearable for Kari. She plucked another wipe and gave her a swipe across her labia, making the girl squeal.
She threw out the wipe and repositioned. SMACK! SMACK!
"Three more, Kari!"
The girl gave an affirmative sniffle. POW-POW-WHAP!!
She shrieked at the last and came up--but held position. Mahi inspected her work, looking over the girl's pink-to-red bottom, listening to her whimper and sniffle. "You're done," she declared. "You can pull up and go--don't forget the apology post!"
The girl fled for the bathrooms.
Mahi started wiping down the tawse and applying oil. The American family wasn't the first set of tourists she'd seen come through--but most didn't get a show anything like that! If they wanted to see Tersnian discipline, they usually visited the central courts or got on a lengthy wait list for restricted showings.
She wondered if they'd be brave enough to approach her. She'd once had a South Korean family pay for a treatment of their misbehaving daughter. The neon lights crackled and buzzed. She glanced up. They were approaching. To be certain, they didn't look entirely over-sure of themselves. That was good: they were a long way from the airport and the American embassy--this far out on the gray line they could find thatched roof buildings in the near jungle and maybe stranger things.
When they got close, she looked up, replacing the tawse and smiling brilliantly. She gave them a slight bow of greeting and watched them try to figure out how to return it.
There was an awkward silence, broken by the buzz of the printers. Mahi glanced over--it was printing a pamphlet. Hmm. Certainly the system had cameras and sensors--but it wasn't supposed to be 'smart.' It didn't respond like an AI to people. No, all the real interactivity was supposed to be her job as the Shrine Girl. Certainly it didn't print pamphlets for most people--tourist or not.
The family was looking at the statue--no one had figured out what to say. She figured she'd better take charge.
"Greetings!" she said "This is a shrine of Yastasi, the spirit of writing and rules. Historically, these were built along major roads where messages were carried--but today with electronic communications, there are a few shrines around the train lines--and a few in libraries."
When she spoke the family all sort of jerked to attention--maybe they'd thought she didn't speak English? Foreigners were always amazed at how adept Tersnians were with English! Still, if there were going to be people with limited exposure, it'd be out here.
"What you saw is part of our disciplinary tradition updated for the modern age. The supplicant had gotten infracted on an electronic message board and her required penance was a visit to one Yastasi's shrines. As you could see, she will be more careful of her behavior in the future!"
"I'd think so," the wife said, clearly impressed. She looked like a mid-forties in good shape. Her husband was heavier--but tall and broad.
"What'd she do?" the boy asked. Mahi was glad that he seemed a bit reticent to get her attention. Good. She was all but certain the Americans wouldn't have her discipline him--but he oughtn't be too flippant around her!
Mahi looked at the paper the machine had printed for Kari. Argumentative posting. And the last line printed off the supposedly randomized printers: "An audience is enthralled." Mahi squirmed. The note had assumedly meant the other members of the forum who would welcome back Kari as a reprimanded and contrite girl. That was the only meaning--if the semi-random words could even be said to have a meaning--that made sense.
But here was an audience that had, yes, been quite enthralled. She swallowed.
"Aggressive posting--I didn't get details."
She reached back and took the pamphlet. It was a bit crude looking with a wood-cut like image of Yastasi in her original form, the snake body rolling off her hips as thick as a tree-trunk and winding back into the shadowed distance. This Yastasi had four breasts and four eyes, and her four arms held whips that dripped with an ink that stained the skin of her subjects, leaving them marked with blazing coiled tattoos.
She frowned at it: this was not normal educational material. She'd had to study quite a lot to land the job of Shrine-girl but this was not the sort of thing that was generally taught without context.
"Can we have that?" The husband asked. His voice wasn't demanding--but clearly he was curious. She shrugged and handed it over to them.
"Do you get a lot of people?" The wife asked.
"Not--no," Mahi admitted. "Not too many. The post is part of the Historical Island Act. It's a cultural position. Most people don't seek me out. There are a bunch of different shrines in different places--but mostly people get sent to one or, you know, it's like a superstition--like Astrology or Blood Type personalities."
The husband was looking through the pamphlet. Mahi saw his eyes raise. The boy looked over and was similarly surprised.
"Did they print this just for us?" the husband asked.
Mahi shook her head and looked. It was three figures. There was... a likeness--sort of--the man holding a yoke made for a human neck. Mahi blushed.
"That's just historical," she said. "It's part of a traditional marriage ceremony where the bride wears a yoke for several days. Yastasi was the spirit that oversaw the transcribing of the marriage vows, which could be amended to include special rules from the bride's mother-in-law, husband, and so on. These were done by a Yastasi scribe and were said to ensure fidelity and obedience since breaking the rules would result in being sent to a Yastasi shrine in addition to any other domestic discipline."
The family stared at the crude picture.
The son: "It looks heavy."
"The yoke? Well, they were actually hollow inside, so it's bulky and inconvenient but not too heavy. They had clamps that the wrists could be affixed to in order to act as a restraint during punishment," Mahi said, smirking slightly as she watched them squirm at that.
"How long are you tied out here for?" the wife asked.
"I have a six-hour shift," Mahi said.
"And you can't get the collar off--to go anywhere? To take a lunch break or go to the bathroom?"
Mahi scowled at that, but. "No. The position is pretty strict. I can take the collar off if there's an emergency--but if there wasn't, I could lose my job." This was a minor lie. She wouldn't lose her job--she'd just be punished.
They looked at the statue, the neon--which Mahi thought looked a bit tacky. The antique coins in the water, and the paddle and tawse.
"Thank you," the woman said. Her husband handed Mahi a 50 wan note--far more than the typical 5-wan donation most people gave. Mahi curtsied and took it, feeding it into the box. She figured that like most Americans, they had little idea what Tersnian money was like. "Thank you, would you like a blessing?"
"Oh," the husband said, looking flustered. "I think that's okay--I--does a blessing include--" he gestured at the punishment implements.
"It can!" Mahi said brightly. "It can also just involve an inscription in removable ink on your wrist." Or bottom, she added mentally. She was pretty sure the big American didn't want an inscription there.
The family declined and shuffled off.
Mahi sat back.
She was five and a half hours into her shift when the wife returned. Mahi saw her haunting the south stairwell until the train's passengers had exited. During the intervening time, Mahi had gotten several token donations, done script blessings for a group of Tersnian college girls, and scolded a contrite boy who had submitted a class assignment late.
Mahi pretended not to see the wife who looked extremely nervous and uncertain. Now, though, when the landing was cleared, she came forward. Mahi heard the printers murmur. She got up and reached behind the statues, taking a fortune slip.
"Not all is said, more questions are asked." Huh.
The woman stepped up and looked worriedly at the statue.
Mahi considered her--and softened her countenance.
The woman visibly swallowed. "Hi--uhm--I was wondering if--"
Mahi nodded. "I can," she said. The woman blinked.
"You talked about the vows--and the picture--that--was supposed to be us?"
Mahi pursed her lips. "It's not exactly 'supposed' to be anything. Those print outs are a bit random. But yes, I agree it looked a bit like you. Did something happen with your vows?"
The woman squirmed visibly. A long pause, then she nodded.
Mahi nodded as well. "And your husband doesn't know?"
The woman shook her head, miserably.
"Another man?" Mahi asked. The woman paused and nodded. But--no.
"A woman," Mahi said.
The woman flinched, visibly. Oh! She blushed.
"Are you--" Mahi started.
"I'm not! It was--he was out of town. It was a college friend. We just--it wasn't--"
"Are you contrite," Mahi emphasized.
The woman nodded miserably.
Mahi nodded, putting on a serious countenance.
"There's more?" she asked. "You must tell me if there is."
The woman shook her head. "He... he cheated on me when we were going out--in our vows we said we'd never--but--"
Mahi forced herself not to roll her eyes. These Westerners put so much stock in singular relations. On Tersnia a wife and her friend having sex wouldn't be questioned for a moment. Here it was clearly eating away at this poor woman.
Still, it violated their express vows, probably written down. It was surprisingly appropriate. Mahi wondered if the family's trip to 31-Gray-Line had been planned by the woman... but she didn't think so. She nodded.
"We can take care of this. It will hurt--but I will be careful."
The woman didn't look reassured by that. She nodded, a little misty eyed.
Mahi got up.
"Bend over the stool, and grasp the legs. I'm going to affix you and bare you."
"D-do you have to bare me?" the woman asked, clearly horrified.
Mahi nodded sympathetically. "That's how this is done. There won't be another train here for 70 minutes. You'll be fine."
The woman blushed and looked like she was reconsidering--but she bent over.
Mahi positioned her stomach on the seat, and squatted down, affixing her wrists and ankles with straps. Mahi made sure they weren't too tight--but would hold the woman. The stool was metal and was actually affixed to the floor. When the woman flexed, she realized she was quite firmly... stuck.
Mahi placed a hand on the woman's back.
"Relax naka," she said. "You'll be fine after this. I promise." The woman's breath was still ragged.
Her shorts were tight and her panties were slim and V-cut. She had been out in the hot sun and sweated all day--Mahi smiled slightly: a Tersnian girl would've changed her panties before coming for a session!
She drew down the pants midway and then got her fingers under the waist of the woman's panties. She heard the woman's breath quicken with a whimper. Poor girl. She drew them down.
"Next session," she scolded, "come with clean underpants."
The woman gave a whine. Mahi nodded. The scolding was a calculated punishment. She bent in and took a loud sniff of the woman's rear.
"Much sweating," she said, putting a hint of archness into her voice. "Your clefts smell!"
She was rewarded with a pathetic moan.
"I'm sorry!" the woman gasped, mortified beyond endurance. Mahi stifled a laugh. The American girl was totally unused to this--the scolding was probably more than she needed.
She patted the woman's pale bare buttock. "We're going to start," she said. "But I am going to clean you first."
"Oh!! O-okay," the woman whimpered.
Mahi wiped her anal cleft with one of the moist wipes and then her sex. She had pubic hair--mostly trim--but clearly the woman didn't bare herself. As a westerner she probably didn't have to. The woman gasped with each wipe.
Mahi considered the woman's rear. The printers murmured. What now??
Mahi stepped over and looked down at the print-out. OUR NATURES ARE EVEN, OUR BEHAVIORS TILT. PARAMOUNT IS THE FAST. PUNISHED IS THE WEIGHT. She frowned. But in her training, the idea of a balance of one's soul was taught to the shrine girls.
She came back.
"W-what did it say?" The woman asked. Her voice told Mahi she was scared--probably not so much at the upcoming punishment as the humiliation and the helplessness.
"Yastasi tells you that it is okay to lie with a woman so long as you are loyal to your husband. Yastasi would punish you for taking pleasure without your husband's allowance--but not for acting without him." She rubbed the skin.
"In Tersnia," Mahi said, "it would be perfectly fine for you to play with a girl so long as the dominant of the two made sure the more submissive of you didn't enjoy it... overmuch." She grinned. The woman squirmed.
"I'm going to start now," Mahi said. "I'm... going to use my hand for most of this--but I will need to inspect you after a few swats. This will be in one of your intimate places. You'll see." The woman gave a soft little cry, but didn't complain.
Mahi started. The slaps took each buttock firmly on the crest. The woman was stoic through the first few but then gasped--and started to cry out.
"Ow! It hurts!" she moaned.
"It does," Mahi agreed. POW! SWAT! POW! Her hand blazed slightly with smarting from the slaps--but the woman's bottom was getting the worst of it and the woman moaned.
"Oh--oh--please, miss--"
POW. SLAP. SPANK!
"OW!" the woman cried out. Her skin was now a nice shade of pink. She wasn't at all used to this, Mahi thought. The Tersnian punishment must feel like an assault!
POW! POW! POW! POW!
"Stop!" the woman cried out, tears evident in her voice. "I want to stop! I want to get up! Please!"
"No," Mahi said. She did stop, though, and took a finger and drew it lightly along the woman's labia. She heard a horrified inhalation and the woman struggled mightily. Yes, there was lubrication. Mahi smirked.
"THAT'S NOT--I'M NOT--" the woman's voice was a ragged husk of fury and horror.
Mahi trailed her finger down to the peak of the woman's cleft where her clitoris poked out. Her finger glided over it, making the woman howl.
"STOP!!" she cried.
"This is a Tersnian punishment," Mahi said "You will survive it."
She reached under the stool where the woman was sobbing and took the paddle. It was semi-flexible. One side was rubbery, the other, though, was padded with velvet. She adjusted her grip to hold it so that the velvet lay against her clit. Mahi took the tawse and laid it on the small of the woman's back.
The woman felt the implement and babbled out a plea. "Please--I'm so sore already--oh, please--I can't take that--oh--"
"You will take your punishment, little sister," Mahi said. "It will hurt--and you will be very embarrassed--but you will take it--and you will see."
She raised her hand.
"H-how old are you?" the woman asked, sounding aghast that a 'chid' was disciplining her.
"Twenty," Mahi smirked."But here, bare bottom and crying, you are my little sister." She squatted down and wiped the tears and snot from the woman's nose and eyes. "You understand, neke?"
The woman nodded, flooded with misery
When Mahi stood back up, the woman's smell of arousal was stronger.
Mahi reapplied the velvet surface of the paddle, raised her hand. POW. POW. POW. SLAP.
"Nuhh!! STOP!!" The woman's alarm was intense, edged with terror. Mahi knew why. She'd heard the woman's involuntary moan--of pleasure--
She didn't stop. POW. POW. SLAP.
"Please--PLEASE!! PLEASE, MISS!! OH NO!! NO!!--"
Pow. Pop. SLAP!
"I can't--I CAN'T!! PLEASE, I"M GOING TO--"
Pow! SWAT! PAP!!
Mahi felt her buck and then shriek! Mahi plucked up the tawse and gave the wailing girl three quick swats with it as fluid splashed over the paddle--the girl had 'squirted.' The orgasm shuddered through her and her moans were mortified humiliation combined with the grip of the powerful release.
Then, in the afterglow, there were sobs. Mahi held the woman, wiping her face and, when the tears had subsided to whimpering sniffles, unbuckling the restraints. The woman wanted to pull her panties and shorts up immediately--but Mahi prevented her, holding her for moments and then going to the box of wipes and cleaning her private areas. She heard the train coming.
"I want you to stand facing the shrine statue with your hands on your head," she said, pulling the woman up.
"They'll SEE!" she moaned.
"They will," Mahi said, placing her before the Yastasi statue. She guided the woman's hands to her head. "You will be fine. I promise."
The woman squirmed like a teenager and moaned tearfully as the train arrived and the doors opened. As Mahi expected, the American woman got some looks---but no one stopped. There were, she noted, more donation coins tossed into the pool. She examined her work on the woman's buttocks. The tide of people had thinned to a trickle when the printers buzzed.
Mahi reached into the darkened alcove for the post-punishment 'fortune.'
She examined it and looked up at the woman.
"What--:: sniffle ::--what does it say?" she asked.
"You should go back to your husband and satisfy him before you sleep. You will require no pleasuring of yourself, nor will you ask for, or resent the lack of it. Do so as an affirmation of your vows, and your supplication is granted."
The woman sniffled again and nodded.
"I'm sorry I--" she started.
Mahi shook her head. "It is part of the technique, miss. If you were more experienced, you might be expected to withhold the ejaculation--but no one would expect you to manage your punishment any better than you did."
The woman looked, if anything, more embarrassed by that than if she'd been scolded--but she pulled her panties up, and then, with a faint gasp, her shorts. She gave a shaky bow--and fled.
Mahi's eyes furrowed. She looked at the printed slip of paper. It didn't say what she had recited. Instead, it had a much shorter sentence in the Island language.
TELL AMERICAN LIKE SHE UNDERSTANDS NOTHING.
Mahi glanced at the shrine. It had been drilled into the girls in training that the shrines were simply electronic updates of a system that used random generators--spun wheels, balls falling through mazes, and so on, to produce abstract results open to interpretation--clearly things were more... complicated... than that.
The neon lights buzzed and flickered.
TARA - SMALL QUARTER
Tara walked hurriedly through the light rain. Her growing sense of doom consumed her as she passed under the cluttered vertical signs buzzing with light. Overhead were snarls and web-works of cable: the Small Quarters weren't improved enough to use the wave-power. They used collector antennae and then snakes of cables to every store, shack, or power station down below.
She checked her widget--a budget model with a bright case adorned with custom designs and scratches on the case where it had been dropped several times. The directional arrow pointed ahead. PPP: Personal Punishment Parlor. The counter on the screen showed three minutes.
She picked up the pace: being late to these was a horrible, horrible idea.
She pushed through the door. It had bars on it and was covered in stuck up papers and flyers for all kinds of services. From financial and relationship counseling to pet-style training for one's submissive significant other, to entertainment acts or offers of employment in explicitly degrading jobs, everyone knew what kind of clientele was going in here.
The girl behind the cheap wood counter wore a tanktop with subtle tattoos on her slightly chubby arms. She had a nose ring and blue "troublemaker" hair.
"Got an appointment," the girl asked neutrally.
Tara nodded, pursing her lips. To the right were booths--they were the dimensions of an extra-long video game booth and they had designs on them of cat boys and bunny girls being punished in various ways. They bore logos of one of four or five Tersnian corporations that built and maintained them. TELE-MISERY. PUNISHMENT-DATA. CORRECTION-CORE.
The girl held out her hand and Tara put her unlocked widget into it.
She waited, nervously as the woman hooked up a connector cable and punched something on her touch screen.
"Booth seven," she said, sounding bored. "Did you pee before coming?"
"Yes."
"Yes MISS," the woman said, even though she was the same class and age as Tara. She wasn't here because of missed payments on her credit account.
Ugh. "Yes, miss, I peed before I came."
"You'll clean the booth with your tongue if there's a mess," the woman said, nastily. Tara gulped and nodded.
She wasn't getting her widget back until this was over--so she hurried down the row.
She could hear little gasps and moans and whimpers from the other booths. In a translucent model, it looked like the figure was humping something. Tara was sure that whatever was going on in there wasn't pleasant. Outside her booth, she removed her jacket, shoes and socks, and checked the instructions. Reluctantly, she pulled down her jeans and folded them as well. Wearing her shirt and panties, she slid in the plastic, toilet-like seat inside.
"Door to seal in three-two-one--" said a female voice, and the door, which looked like flimsy plastic, but was thankfully opaque, slid closed. Lights flickered on and a screen came up in front.
"Remove your panties and place them in the receptacle." The voice was recorded. Neutral. She slid them down and put them into the slot that had opened. It hissed shut.
"Place your hands and feet in the lit restraint areas."
Ughhh. She lifted both feet and put them on the round circular lights down below. She reached forward and placed her hands on lit circles with dark palm icons on the "dashboard." The lights changed red and from around them, circular cuffs extended from the plastic and closed softly around her ankles and wrists.
"Place your head against the rear headrest, keep your eyes ahead on the screen."
Guhh. She did. The headrest felt padded and when she pressed the back of her head against it, soft plastic restraints slid out from either side, clasping around her throat.
On the screen, she saw herself: spread, her knees pushed back some as the restraint stirrups they were locked into extended slightly. There was a camera pointed right at her--and one up from below. She blushed hard and grimaced. The view framed her bare sex.
"Shit."
The screen crackled. LANGUAGE WARNING. Ugh!!
Then it buzzed. The picture was slightly grainy. This was likely because the PPP didn't pay anything for bandwidth. As such it got the lowest priority for data delivery. In any event, a well coiffed young woman sat in a nice office. She wore a pale pink slightly ruffly blouse. She looked into her computer's camera. Tara didn't see any pity or mercy in her eyes.
"Tara Villaneuva. Grand Banks account 23-32-21," she said, reading it off the screen. "I show this corrections unit as assigned to your widget. Are you meeting your obligation for discipline?"
If Tara was the wrong person or something was amiss, this would be the time to say something. She did her best to pretend that her nude bottom wasn't spread for the camera.
She forced a slight smile.
"It's me. Hi!"
The bank girl was, perhaps, slightly thrown by that. She recovered quickly. "You're here because you have a retail line of credit with us and you've overdrawn and missed three payments," she said, looking at the information that was off screen.
"Uh--yes, ma'am. You know, I got sent out of where I was staying and I had to find a place to stay... "
"That took six weeks?" The girl raised her eyebrow.
"AAh--well, yes ma'am. I didn't want to leave the area where my friends were--"
"And you couldn't go home?" another arch question.
"You mean to my parents?" Tara asked, scoffing.
"Yes," the video girl said.
Tara glared back. "Would you go to your parent's house if you had to tell them you lost your room-ticket?"
The girl's eyes narrowed.
"You're suggesting if that happened to me, I wouldn't go home because my parents would disapprove and punish me?"
Ugh. But she was committed.
"Yes! Unless your mother is NOTHING like mine!"
The video girl was given pause. Then she stood. Shit, Tara thought. What now?
The girl stepped away, off screen and Tara heard the faint sound of a door closing. The girl came back and stood, folding her arms. The system camera changed it's aspect ratio to frame her. She looked... annoyed. That wasn't good.
"I'll have you know that even though I am Junior-Cub executive I DO live at home--and I'm going to guess--" she paused, building up more steam--"I'm going to GUESS that my mother is, yes, a fair amount like yours."
Double-shit, Tara thought.
The girl turned and to Tara's surprise, she raised the back of her skirt and lowered her panties. Two carefully curated bruises were softening on the crests of her buttocks. Tara could see some tram-marks--from a switch, she thought, along the bottom bulges, where she would sit. Ow.
Tara stared in dismay at the cleary recently punished bottom. The girl drew her panties up, smoothed her skirt down, and stepped over to open the door. Tara guessed 'Junior-Cub' executives were not allowed to have their doors shut. Still, even having a door--an office--was a pretty big deal.
She was also pretty sure she wasn't going to get any sympathy.
The girl sat, a bit carefully. And re-centered herself in the monitor.
Tara swallowed and forced herself too look back. If she looked down now, acknowledging she deserved her fate, she was going to get it no matter what. Maybe if she kept a hint of defiance there was a chance?
"You should keep sending something in--even if it's just a few wan," the girl said. "Don't send nothing. If you really can't spare anything, send a message or, even better, go to a branch and talk to someone."
Tara knew going to a branch was a good way to do an hour or two in the bank's pillory--but that'd be far preferable to this!
Ugh. "Yes ma'am. S--" she almost said she was sorry. Again, that would end this. "Should I, uhm, file something now?" she asked 'hopefully.'
The girl scowled--but not AT Tara--which was the important thing.
"Now you're already in Corrections. It wouldn't help." Her fingers tapped something. Tara felt a surge of hope! Was she--what was she--
"Do you have an advocate?" the girl asked. Corsi--that was her name, she could see it in the upper corner of the view.
"Do I look like I have an advocate?" Tara asked, trying to hit the exact point of acidity that didn't offend Miss Corsi--but made it clear that she, yes, was not the kind of person who 'had an advocate.'
"You can get a 'big sister' advocate at the college," Miss Corsi told her--but the young woman's tone made it clear that she knew not-everyone-knew-it.
Tara did, in fact, know that--but a big-sister-advocate from the college would be a one-way ticket to being someone's pet being hauled around to school parties on a leash. That didn't exactly appeal to her. Still, she reflected: having an advocate--even with 'big-sister' status would come in handy like this.
Miss Corsi was checking something out. She paused.
"Do you--" she paused to figure out how to say this tactfully, "do your parents know anything about your situation?"
Ughhh. Tara groaned inwardly. But it was the right question: she couldn't exactly dodge it. Lying and going for sympathy might work in the short term--but she knew better. If she told the girl she was cut off from her parents the girl might file a social-need check and if THAT happened, things would snowball fast... and badly.
So... ugh.
"I--yes, miss," she said. It was REALLY hard not to look down. "Not about this, of course--or the line of credit--but we talk. They know I'm not... doing much." She fought a guilty-looking gulp and almost managed it.
"Hmm. Well--they COULD intervene on your behalf--" she said. "You're unmarried--not in employment, education, or training--so your parents still have your account--" she was flicking through data. Tara was amazed she wasn't being punished already! Still, she dearly wished she wasn't doing this with her puki on full display.
"Well," Miss Corsi focused back on Tara, "There's a chance the Corrections Dept would accept you being turned over to your parents..." she checked something. "They'd want receipts--"
Of punishment, Tara thought. The idea of being delivered to her parents with a full accounting of her irresponsibility for a punishment regime wasn't just a very unpleasant thought--it was unthinkable. She didn't have any kind of bad relationship with her parents--but her mother would see her return, with a bank-prescribed punishment, to be a complete victory in every power-struggle they'd ever had! Plus, if it was bad enough, she'd wind up doing whatever she was told by her mother... which would undoubtedly mean starting the whole marriage thing on her mother's terms.
UGH!
She realized Miss Corsi had seen the look on her face.
"No, huh?" the young woman said.
Grr. But.. "No." Tala shook her head, the idea of avoiding this punishment by running for cover with her family an attractive but untenable option.
Miss Corsi absently chewed and errant strand of hair, looking at the screen.
"Well," she said after moments. "Sorry. You're in collections. The only thing I can do is send it for a re-evaluation... which won't pass... but you'd have a few days." She frowned. "Maybe a day. I don't even know what I'd put on the evaluation reason."
Tara thought furiously--but Corsi was right.
"If you sent it for re-evaluation and I paid today? Right now?"
Miss Corsi glanced at her.
"Can you?"
Tara decided she could. She nodded.
Miss Corsi glowered.
"You could pay right now during our tele-punishment session but you couldn't pay anything before?"
SHIT!
Tara grimaced. Dammit! She'd... ugh. She'd walked into that.
"I'd find a way," she objected. Miss Corsi scowled. Guh! Guh! Guh!
Her fingers flexed on her pad and Tara watched her eyes scan her monitor. She paused.
"You have... you have an errant balance with Coastal Loans... " her fingers danced on the tablet Tara could only barely see. "And a personal credit line with Nalstrom NEET-wear?" Miss Corsi's eyes went up.
Oh... fuck. Tara grimaced. She tested her bonds as minimally as she could--she didn't want the girl to see her trying to escape. No luck: the plastic was thin and light and actually had soft padding. The tele-punishment pod looked cheap--but the whole thing was as solid as a steel cube. SHIT.
"How... how much credit have you taken out?" Corsi said, apparently... impressed. Well, aghast, Tara estimated---but also clearly impressed.
"I need to check this," Corsi said, her eyes furiously scanning. "If you've defaulted on a personal line they'd have either sent it to your parents or... "
Ohh... oh fuck.
"... the police if they couldn't find--"
"MISS PLEASE!!" Tara felt uncharacteristic panic.
Too late. She could see in Corsi's eyes, the flicker of scrolling data.
The girl pushed back. "You're wanted for like fifteen thousand wan," she said softly.
It wasn't THAT much--no one would give her a personal line of credit for real amounts--but it was enough to get her in serious, serious hot water. Very, very uncomfortable hot water.
"Please," she begged. "Don't turn me in--they'll--they'll remand me to a disciplinary home!"
Miss Corsi looked back at her. "A couple of years in a punishment home might do you some good," she said archly.
Shit. Tara had a very good sense for when she could negotiate and she assessed this was NOT one of those times. Trying to worm her way out of it would just make things worse.
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. If Corsi hadn't been trying to help her--questing around through the bank files to see if there was something that could get her a lighter sentence she wouldn't have pulled in outside data--and now she had... police filings dragged in like a fisherman's net.
Corsi burst out laughing. "Brating?"
Tara colored miserable. "I got tickets for defiant behavior."
Miss Corsi nodded, reading. "How did you not get dragged into one of the stations and strung up nude for the tourists to take pictures of??"
Tara groaned. It was the right question. "Shell IDs," she said miserably. They were hard to make, but Tara was pretty good at hacking a system to give her a temporary ID that was based on her real one--but if the officer just tagged the ID with the offense and didn't look deeply into it... it would take a real search to link them all together.
Miss Corsi had just done the real search. She tapped something.
"Okay, lots of overdue punishment tokens for bratting. Two for... public urination?" She glanced up.
"I was drunk. Twice," a miserable Tara confirmed.
"Uh... running from security forces after curfew a few times. Some attached points for t-shirt slogans... movie piracy.. illicit masturbation manga?"
Miss Coris' eyes lit up with the charge. Using a story-telling and Art AI to make your specific fantasies was prohibited since there was only one use for that--and that was the use she'd put them to.
Corsi seemed more amused than scandalized--although it was some of both.
"You're a one-girl spree of misbehavior, Tara!" she said, looking back.
"Are you going to tell the police?" Tara asked. She knew she shouldn't but she was past the point of being able to control her fear.
"Worse," Miss Corsi said.
Shit--shit no--what?? Tara's eyes widened as he mind raced.
"First, we're going to have our punishment, you little brat," Miss Corsi said--but her voice wasn't full of venom. "Then--I guess I'll let you recover--you are going to haul your bottom down to the bank for an appointment in corrections."
Oh, fuck, Tara thought, panic rising.
"With me. And we are going to discuss whether or not I haul you directly to your mother."
Tara blanched. "PleaseDon'tDoThat," she said, her voice quivering--but as even as she could make it. There was a deal to be struck here, she thought. She... had a suspicion she even knew what it was.
"Part of my decision will be based on how well you take our session," Miss Corsi said curtly. "Are you ready?"
"N-no! Wait--ugh!! No!... yes." Tara deflated.
Now she looked down, blushing. The girl on the screen nodded.
"Okay--these pods can get pretty bad--so be aware that this is NOT going to be fun."
"Are you just punishing me for my non-payment?" Tara asked, not able to meet Corsi's eyes.
"I've put in for a bunch extra because of 'defiant behavior," Miss Corsi said, sweetly. "Do you want to contest and have a review?"
Grrrrr... "No," she said sullenly. Bitch!
"I thought not," Miss Corsi's voice was sugar and honey. "Let's get started. First, I'm going to do some discomfort as a base layer," she said, bringing up the console.
"Oh, great," Tara sniped.
"I want to give you an unpleasant, annoying itch somewhere--"
The toilet-like bowl under Tara seemed to hum and the neural projections lit up under the plastic.
Oh! Her anus flared with an intense itch. Tara bit her lip--trying to grit her way through it--but it didn't subsite. Oh, ugh!! Ugh! She squirmed, but her buttocks were hanging in air--she got nothing.
"That's nice, isn't it?" purred a Miss Corsi who was unquestionably enjoying this.
"It's awful!" shouted Tara. "Stop it!"
"I think we should add a Time-Out pull, don't you? Level 2--and it can stay through the session."
"DON'T" begged Tara. "Wait!!"
She didn't. MhhMMMMM.
Tara had suffered Time Outs here and there. Usually Level 1's and usually for only about fifteen minutes. Enough for most people to change whatever tune had annoyed their superiors. Level 2 wasn't a nightmare--but that plus the itch was a wave of discomfort that was unable to be ignored.
"Sit tight, nene," Miss Corsi purred. "I'm going to check on something---maybe get some coffee. You comfy?"
"UGH!! NO!!" she shrieked. "MISS!! MISS! DON'T!!! PLEASE!!" but the girl got up, gave her buttocks a rub and stepped off screen.
"COME BACK!! OH!! THIS ITCHES! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!" Tara was fighting now in the bonds. The plastic shackles moved slightly on what felt like really heavy rubber bands. If she used all her might, she could get a tiny amount of motion--it wasn't enough to do anything.
The feeling of needing to go to the bathroom--of needed to masturbate--of needing, badly, to scratch was terrible and she arched and pushed.
"COME BACK!!" Then in tears: "I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!! PLEASE!! PLEASE COME BACK!"
Mrnnnmmmm---
Miss Corsi popped back into view, smiling. "I asked a girl to go get me a coffee," she said. "How are we doing?"
"UGH! Awful!" Tara pouted--a bad idea in this situation--but in her actual relief at the girl reappearing, she couldn't help herself. The sensations didn't diminish--but the panic at the possibility of being left like that for a long time did.
"Now," Corsi said, choosing something. "These pods have a lot of armatures--attachments. Ever been in one?"
"Ughh, not one of these," Tara grunted. She was trying to shift her body sideways to get out of the center of the bowl--which now seemed less like a toilet bowl and more like the concentrator of a satellite dish! She was straining, but wasn't having any luck.
"Okay," Corsi decided. "Now--normally I wouldn't do this for just a late payment--but you've been a pretty bad little brat, haven't you?"
Silence. Mmmrrrmmmm---
Did the awful itch in her anus increase?? She couldn't see the bitch's fingers well--if she was sliding up a control to increase the power--UGH! IT DID!! FUCK!!
She thrashed in the restraints. Again, it brought her nothing. On the scream, Corsi watched her, placidly. What did she--oh--oh you bitch!
"Yes! Yes, miss--I've been a bad little brat!" Tara barked out, acidly.
"Yes!" Miss Corsi said, pleased with her bright student. "You have--so I'm going to give you a punishment you'll be quite aware of when you see me in my office. That's a good idea, isn't it?"
Again, that placid look. The itch gnawed at her core. Ugh--ugh--Eww--Fuck. "Y-yes, miss--a g-great idea," she gasped.
Click--whrrnn.
From the bowl under her, a panel opened and she saw what looked like a stiff-bristle toilet brush. It was telescoping up--towards her sex. Shit!
She grit her teeth. Oh!! Ah!! Guided by the system and her general inability to move, it pushed against her pudenda--right at her vagina. Ohhhh.
She looked up, pleadingly at the screen.
"Try to relax there, Tara," Miss Corsi cooed.
Uggnh---Nuhh!! "AAhhh!!" she let out a cry as it forced its way in. It filled her vagina pushing the bristles against her channel as it worked its way up. Now her squirms brought lightly prickly discomfort in her channel as well as not accomplishing anything for the rest of her.
She panted and glared at Miss Corsi as it went deeper in. Ohhh. Another cry!
Corsi touched a control. For a moment there was just the hum of the Time-Out field and then the pole connected to the brush inside her... rotated. It spun, the brush bristles whirring in Tara's channel. There was only a burp of power--but her shriek ripped through the pod. She was sure anyone outside--that bitch at the counter--could hear her!
BRNNN! Another pulsing spin.
"AHH!! OHH! PLEASE!!"
BRNNNNNN--NNN--
"AAHH! AHH!! YOU BITCH!!"
Tara was struggling with all her might--but it did not escape her than her channel was fucking thickly lubricated. If she hadn't been, the thing would've been utterly unbearable--but she was--which was its own kind of humiliating and awful--but it just made the periods of spin and the violation of the intruder painful and unpleasant and an affront--and not unbearable.
BRNN!! "AAAHHH!!!"
That didn't stop her from crying out with each spin though--she couldn't take more than a moment of it and Corsi seemed to pulse the thing to push at her limits. She struggled to close her legs--to get the horrible thing out of her sex. She caterwauled as her punishment continued. Panting, finally, it seemed to have stopped.
Her head couldn't dangle due to the neck restraint--but she opened her eyes. She would've been horrified--but not entirely surprised to see blood like from a bad period in the bowl--but there was nothing. On the monitor, her sex was swollen and ruddy. It looked puffed around the tube.
Miss Corsi clucked her tongue, and the thing came out, trailing lubrication. Tara felt a heatwave across her cheeks.
Her vagina started up and down its length inside her. She whimpered hoarsely. The Time Out field was still buzzing and the stupid itch projection was still... broiling right there on her anus. Her breath came in gasps.
"You may have trouble walking and sitting for a few days," chirped Miss Corsi. "The vaginal brush is a rough one--"
Tara whimpered, squirming--her poor vagina burned and prickled!!
"I'm going to set the timer for five minutes," Corsi said. "Then your punishment session is over--but you'll be seeing me bright and early tomorrow--I've cleared my calendar."
Tara moaned. The itch spiked and she fought in exhausted desperation to get her bottom out of the zone. The Time Out field also increased--to three? She gasped. Peeing in a Pull Field was a huge error--but she couldn't help herself and as she released her bladder, a terrible feeling--a kind of suction in her urethra, hit and she moaned.
She was sobbing weakly when the lights cycled and the restraints released.
"Your tele-punishment session is concluded," said the voice. "Hopefully you have learned a valuable lesson!"
"Ohh--Ohhh--ohhh," whimpered Tara staggering achily out of the pod, her hands gripping her sex. She didn't bother retrieving her panties and just pulled on her shorts, gasping as they reached her sex. Holding her jacket and shoes and socks, she hesitated only long enough to retrieve her widget before lurching out into the light warm rain. She knew people were watching her--having struggled, red-faced and wet-eyed from the punishment parlor, clearly speculating on what discipline she had endured.
KASA --THE MANGKUKULAM
Kasa walked carefully down the dirt road. Way out from the starscraper she usually called home--and rarely left (the huge building had its own schools, shops, police forces, and so on). Out here, at the end of the gray-line and into the jungle that had once covered most of Tersnia, it was the exact opposite.
A donkey eyed her accusatory as a man strapped water containers onto a web-work of rope on its back. Rude huts--hovels with sheet metal roofs and mud-brick walls huddled together. Insects buzzed near her, as though finding her tasty--but overly clothed.
She wore a traditional, if clean and brightly colored sarong, an equally colorful bright headscarf, and dark glasses.
A Tersnian observer could tell a lot by looking at her, none of it comforting.
She wore a slim, elegant collar, indicating she was under someone's control. If they looked closely they would see the bracelets she wore were designed for being locked to things (or each other) as a restraint. Her shoes were heels--thick-soled and the back points widened for balance. The ankle wraps had tiny padlocks: her shoes required keys to be removed.
Her hair had a dyed pink strand, indicating she was being dominated by a superior woman in her life--usually a mother-in-law.
Her gait suggested a punishment: an experienced disciplinarian would put it at the night before.
She was nervous--although even out here, she was nominally safe (Tersnian violent crime was near zero), she was an outsider and drew looks. She clutched her bag tightly.
"Dalaga," the youth--a lean teenager with shorts and no shirt, had stepped out into her path. He wore thong shoes--his skin was tanned. She could count his ribs. "You lost?"
She grimaced--hopefully not visibly. "I am looking for--" she pulled out her widget, "the end of Mandai road--past the Jabuticaba tree... in the dark," she added, reading the final line of the instructions.
The boy blinked. "You looking for the mangkukulam?" His voice indicated disbelief.
"I was sent," she said simply.
He frowned. "I'll take you," he said.
She swallowed. She didn't want to follow this boy--there was something predatory about him, to be sure--his leer at the wealthy, timid outsider, his lithe sprinter's frame. Still, she wasn't sure how far it was and the streets weren't named. Her widget didn't show a map here--something that never happened in the city. She wasn't quite "lost"--but she wasn't sure she was in the right place either.
She nodded.
"T-ten wan?" she asked.
He shook his head. She was going to offer a higher price but he interrupted. "No money--no. Just--I'll take you."
She slowly nodded.
He led her down the street.
She saw a mud-splattered platform with low pillories that two naked girls knelt in. They had been splashed with mud as well, and she saw clouds of insects buzzing around their bare rear-ends. The girls twitched and shifted as much as they were able in the restraints.
She glanced at him.
"Firm defiance of the town-mothers," he said, clucking his tongue. "Very bad--you come on a rare day to see this."
She nodded, watching them. Closer she could see they were gagged with muffles--she could hear little gasps and moans. Despite their still, exhausted demeanors, they were moaning and struggling.
"Walang pillories," the boy said. "The insects are... unrelenting."
She stared. He led her by the stocks--closer--behind them--and she could see their pink sexes--open--wet--and the tiny bugs crawling over them--lighting, crawling, taking flight. Both bottoms clenched and shook, trying to dislodge the things and unable to do more than create temporary bursts of motion.
"They... bite?" she looked horrified.
He shook his head, smirking. "Just crawl... irritate. Really unpleasant. Before nightfall they'll have wet and soiled themselves." Closer she could hear the "MMmm--nmmmm!" sounds of protest and the hums of the insects.
"Ohh--" he led her past.
There were a row of pillars about stomach height. From behind she could see holes in them at waist level and, at the top, metal cuffs and dangling leather belts to secure the small of the subject's back tight against the pillar.
"For boys," her guide said. "Look in the holes!" His grin was... unpleasant. Not as unpleasant as what she saw inside the cavities.
There were mud-structures--tubes--and she could see the black and yellow forms of wasps inside. One of the creatures buzzed out, zipping off into the air.
"Wasps," she said, horrified.
He nodded. "Not... aggressive. Potter-wasps. They can sting--but rarely do. They are adapted for this--the boy is massaged inside--" he gestured at his buttocks--"so he is stiff--and buckled in."
"The wasps use the... drippings... as food. They crawl over--sting--mildly--almost no venom. Keep the boy hard for long time. Work much out of him. Uncomfortable."
"Usually get several lashes too--jerk too much, get stung!"
He flashed her the grin again. She shuddered.
"You sure you want to see the mangkukulam?" He asked.
"I was sent to," she answered. He accepted this, and led her onwards.
The jungle had a primordial hunger about it. The path separated into three different directions beyond the much taller grasses and ferns. The trees seemed to curve and bow to make oval-shaped corridors in the denser vegetation.
Moss and vines hung down like cables. She could hear birds and insects sounding either alarmed... or excited, by her approach. Bright colors: flowers, hanging fruits she didn't recognize, the glittering carapaces of large insects, flashed out amid the dark greens of the foliage.
She hugged herself.
"This way," he said. He took her down the right-most path and into the green.
She heard the faint sound of water--and then she saw a gap in the trees. Through it she could see the rock face of the extinct volcano that dominated the far end of the Tersnian island. On one of the large terraces she could see the brutalist concrete shape of the building that was referred to as the "Spanking Factory," a colonial-era prison.
It was a feared sight, and she shuddered.
The boy caught her eye. "The factory," he said, looking up. "Not so far--on some days, you can hear the laments."
She glanced at him. He shrugged. "Or maybe it's just the jungle--hard to say."
They moved around a huge tree with a broad canopy and hanging purple fruits. The Jabuticaba. She saw the hut.
It sat in a clearing with grounds around it looking trim even though she felt certain there was no gardener using a machine to keep the yard.
A garden was marked off with low wooden blocks and she could see huge gourds growing there, in bright oranges and reds.
The hut was well built with a proper steepled roof and small windows that showed both shutters and, where one was open, glass panes and colored curtains inside.
It bore a chimney and she could see a thin, twisting wisp of slightly greenish smoke rising up.
It was entirely what she'd been afraid it would look like.
"That's her," the boy said, his voice low. "I'm not going any closer. We stay well away unless we need something big."
She nodded. Shit.
He gave her a pat on the small of her back. "You were sent--go. She may expect you."
Shit-shit-shit.
She nodded, apprehensively.
"Don't make her wait," he said.
She started forward. "Thanks--are you sure you don't want--"
He shook his head. "Not for taking someone to see her."
Ugh.
She walked up the stone path towards the door. When she looked back, the boy was gone.
When she turned, the door was open. She jumped!
Inside stood a girl--maybe her age--early 20's--pretty. She held a thatched broom and wore what Kasa thought were handmade clothes. She looked slightly smudged and dusty, like she had been cleaning a big mess. She wore an apron that had old stains on it.
"Hello?" the girl said.
"H-hello--K-Kasa Rodriuza," she stammered. "I'm sent to see the mangkukulam," she added.
"Oh really?" the girl feigned surprise. She smiled then. "Come in--come inside."
She stepped back and Kasa followed her in, looking around. The small room was comfortable looking. She could see the fireplace with a metal cauldron in it. A long wooden spoon handle stuck out.
From the ceiling hung skins and rope-bags of herbs and vegetables.
There was a crude but clean table.
A sofa was covered with handmade quilts and adorned with a couple of stuffed pillows. There were chairs and a few stools.
There was a single door that seemed to lead to a room a quarter the size of the house.
"Sit," said the girl. "Call me Uilla," She pointed at a stool.
Kasa sat, quickly--obediently. The girl's smile lit up.
"I will fetch some tea," she said.
Kasa nodded, still hugging herself.
"The mangkukulam will be here soon," the girl said, hanging a metal kettle in the fireplace. "She is out in the dark--" she gestured outside.
"Oh."
"I am her apprentice," Uilla said brightly. "Her slave!" She smiled
"Oh--"
"It's quite an honor if scary at times," the girl said, fetching an antique -ooking infuser ball. "This is your first time out of the city like this?"
"I have been to Europe... and Australia," Kasa said softly. Yes, she thought. This was her first time really being OUT of the city... like this.
Uilla nodded. "Not the same, though. Out here is... old. No?"
Kasa agreed.
"There are only a few reasons anyone visits," Ulila said, stirring the pot. "Questions, requests, or punishment."
She looked over her shoulder. "I would guess the last one?"
Kasa nodded again. She flinched.
Uilla took the kettle and walked back to the table. Steam rose from it. "Who sent you for punishment?"
"My---my husband?"
Uilla grinned. "You sure?"
Kasa blushed. "My harem-master," she corrected herself. It was an old word in Islander. She was one of three wives in the great starscraper tower where she lived.
Multiple wives--or even wives and husbands--were hardly unknown but most of the island, with its 'modernization,' had adopted the international standards of monogamy and, if there were other people in the picture, it was often less formal.
To have a proper owned harem usually required a very high social and social dominance status--wealth--and particular ceremonies that harkened back to the times of actual, literal ownership for the submissives.
Calling Tijo her "Harem Master" was something they usually only did in the bedroom. In private. It was embarrassing to do it here with this girl--admitting to being owned, even if it had been only legally a marriage arrangement.
"What? Did you cum without his permission?" Ulila asked, smirking. She deposited the infusers into two cups and poured the steaming water in.
"Oh! N-no--" Kasa said, flushed with the forwardness of her question. She had, of course, done it--numerous times. Ordering his girls to hold their orgasms and then working to make them cum and punishing them if they did was a common if disliked (if sexy) game they played. That got her well spanked though--not sent out here.
"Then why?" Ulila asked, sweetly. She scrutinized Kasa. "No--let me see--let me see if I can tell."
Kasa swallowed. Ugh. She glanced at the door. She hoped the witch would be here soon. Having to discuss this with anyone else made it that much worse.
Uilia however, didn't wait. She bent forward and gently removed Kasa's glasses, studying her eyes. She'd cried recently. The redness was visible. Ulila nodded. She reached up and undid the headscarf.
Oh! It had taken Kasa some time to get used to wearing it--but now as it came off, she felt self-conscious and naked. They were indoors, so it was acceptable--but being undressed by this girl felt unwelcomely intimate.
Uilia touched the pink swath of her hair, rubbing it in her fingers.
"His mother," she said.
Kasa gave a faint nod.
"Mmm--she has taken an interest in you--in this member of her son's harem," Uillia said.
Ugh. Kasa nodded again.
Uilla's fingers ran down Kasa's neck and over her shoulders. "She likes you!" Uilia said.
UGH! Kasa reluctantly nodded.
"Mmm-hmmm--" Uilia begin to undo the sarong. "Drink your tea," she ordered Kasa.
Kasa did. It was odd and strong--but she liked the taste. She gulped down the drink and the sarong fell over the stool, revealing her naked body beneath it.
"You... do well with girls," Uilia said, examining a breast, lifting it gently. Kasa squirmed in place. As Uillia touched her nipple she felt it erect.
"You are invited into your master's mother's bed," she assessed.
Kasa blushed deeply--nodded. Shit. This girl was guessing well.
Uilia ran her fingers up and into Kasa's now free-falling hair. She felt the girl's strong fingers touch her scalp.
"You don't like it!" She grinned.
Kasa's anger flared. Sleeping with her husband's--her Harem-Master's Mother was, technically speaking, a punishment. Of course she didn't like it!
The woman was older but firm and in good athletic health and extremely rich--even by the standards of which Kasa had grown up. In the older woman's bed she was a servant--a slave, really--satisfying the woman and accepting light teasing discipline and cuddling.
It wasn't that she didn't like it--the problem was she DID. Tears there were a release--being held by the woman--feeling the fine fur around the older woman's sex--hair she was denied--being expected to jump to any--any command---and doing it. Sleeping in her arms... she SHOULDN'T like it--she didn't WANT to like it--but she did. Worse: EVERYONE knew it. Her sisters had seen it despite her desperate attempts to hide it. Tijo had seen it--and instead of being surprised or annoyed by this, he had simply arranged for her to spend even more time with the dominant woman!
As, technically, a slave-girl, owned by her Harem-Master, she could hardly be expected to complain about being sent to a family member of her owner for any reason--but she had grown up a modern, sophisticated girl--and being treated like this felt humiliating. Being seen as a 'favored slave' made her feel warm and wet--but it infuriated her.
She had argued with Tijo--and gotten well spanked for it. She had complained to her sister-wives and gotten condescending comforting. She had tried resisting her mother in law who, instead of being off-put by her defiance, had instead been thrilled by it, and had engaged in lengthy minor and not-so-minor disciplines to steer her gently back to obedience or, if not that, a standing regime of punishment!
That wasn't what had gotten her sent here.
That was her foray into magic.
There were numerous small shrines around the city. Most were cultural-heritage sites maintained by the government and in recognition of the old ways. Some, however, were private. A few were forbidden.
The spirit of Escape--TUMUKAS--was traditionally a brat-spirit--a misbehaved trickster thing. The statue was that of a thin-boy--not, now that she thought of it, so dissimilar to the youth who had met her. The statue, however, sat on an "exercise ball" like the ones she used in her stretching classes. This ball, though, was his own immense testicles, swollen and inflated to support his weight. In the image, his cock was erect with small barbs along it. He had three hands--two sprouting from his right shoulder. The third hand was larger, falter, and with small claws at the ends of its fingers.
She'd given a donation to the girl--a big one--to give her relief from the woman! It was a private act of defiance. She hadn't really thought it would or could work--but she'd done it upon learning where the forbidden shrine had set up shop, down in some of the unused lower levels of the underground trains.
That was when the dreams had started. When she slept, the nightmares came on her--dreams of being chased and caught and fucked. Ohh--dreams of fleeing from bat-winged female things with strap-on cocks or from crawling man-caterpillar things that wrapped her lower regions and plundered her.
And she orgasmed and spurted--in bed--It was common now--and, in fact, horribly, the night-time horrors, coming sometimes four times a week, had removed her from her mother in law's bed. Not because the woman wouldn't put up with the mess--but out of concern for her daughter in law.
Get this taken care of--see to her--then we'll go back.
It had taken a few weeks of clinic visits and trips to psychologists for her to confess what she'd done to Tijo. She'd assumed he'd be furious--but he hadn't been. She'd begged him not to tell her mother-in-law, but he had.
Wallowing in shame, he'd spanked her soundly for her trip to the underground illegal shrine. Then, working with his mother in law, he sent her here.
She squirmed. The tea felt warm and weird in her. And she felt drowsy--but not terribly so.
"Ah, our mistress, returns," the girl said, turning back to the boiling pot. When she looked over her shoulder, though, Kasa thought she looked much older. Not wizened and stooped--but... mature? With lines on her face--a slight sag of the skin. Sparkling clear eyes though--those hadn't changed.
Kasa jumped slightly. The girl grinned at her acknowledgment. She nodded in the direction of the front door. Kasa turned--it was open.
A figure stood in it--wearing a dark brown or black robe with a hood and walking with a slight crooked cane.
"I smell a supplicant," said a slightly crackling voice from the front door. The figure pushed her hood back.
This woman was old. She looked like maybe she was Uilla's mother? There was a resemblance, but she was older--wrinkled. She smiled.
"Oh! You have quite the smell to you, young girl," said the witch. "Stand up, let me look you over."
Kasa felt slightly light-headed, but she wasn't feeling sick or confused. She stood up. She was naked save for her jewelry and her shoes--and she blushed--but the old woman strode forward, and stood before her, appraising her.
"Someone has been asking for things she shouldn't," the old woman said, looking into her eyes like a physician and holding her face in her hands--her skin was thin and soft.
"MM--yes," the witch continued. "Here--lift the leg to put your foot on the stool."
Kasa did, blushing. She put her left foot on top of the stool and the girl guided her knee to the side, turning her thigh out.
She was far more exposed now. The witch slide a thin, if knobby finger into her vagina and she whimpered. She was wet--which was terribly embarrassing--but the older woman just smiled at that.
"You're ready, dalaga," she said. Her finger flexed inside, bringing a very soft noise into Kasa's mouth. The witch's thumb touched her now expressed clitoris. "You are ready--but you don't like what this--" her thumb patted Kasa's clit, "tells you to do, do you?"
Kasa felt heat flooding her cheeks. She shook her head, pressing her lips together. No! I don't.
"This--" the witch cupped her sex, lifting it slightly,, "wants her to submit to her owner--to be subjugated beyond what her head can stand. So she fights it, yes?" Another cupping and a rub.
Kasa, to her horror, gave a soft moan. The old woman's grin widened and she rubbed appreciatively.
"You fight like a cat caught in a trap," she explained. "But the trap is this--" Pat. Rub. Moan. "And the cat is your naughty cute bottom." A broad smile.
The witch's finger moved within, rubbing against the underside of her pelvis. She squirmed--the humiliation of this plus the pleasure, working on her, making her gasp.
"Let's get you into a swing so we can fix all of this!"
The swing hung from the roof and had leathery pads and chains. Her wrists were affixed above her head, her thighs spread. The younger girl--Uillia--and the older one--the witch--worked together to bind her open.
The two women felt so synchronized that Kasa had a difficult time telling one from the other as they worked around her, fluidly--but when she was open and helpless, the younger girl was behind her. The older one--the witch--stood before her.
"Your kipi--" she gave Kasa's vulva a smart slap, "wants you punished! She--" Slap! "Knows--" SMACK! "What--" POW! "You--" SPLAT! "Need!" WHAP!
Kasa yelped with each slap to her sensitive sex.
"Once your kipi is satisfied with your remorse, we'll extract your misbehavior and clean your naughty bottom."
To the younger girl behind her, "How is our brew?"
The girl smirked. "Ready, mistress. Nasty."
"Good--you will begin the discipline of her bottom while I prepare her kipi."
"W-what," Kasa started--but then she felt the sting of the thick wooden spoon and the splatter of the greenish goop from the cauldron against her buttocks.
POW! The sharp smack of the spoon seemed to penetrate deeply into her bare bottom and the goop--the goop splattered over her skin like itching hot wax. She gasped. The irritation positively sizzled!
"Oh--Ow! Please!" Smack! The girl spanked her again--and again! She yelped and then she struggled! The goop seemed to cling to her--the sensation of warm irritant seeping into her skin. The rounded surface of the spoon left circular areas that blazed with soreness.
The witch had fastened a plastic device over her pudenda and was working a pump pedal on the floor. She felt the suction of the device pulling her pudenda powerfully out into it. She cried out with the swats from the spoon and tried to shake the clinging goop off her buttocks--but as the pressure on her sex increased she moaned and then pleaded.
"Please--ohh--please, I can't take more of it--OH!"
She would bruise there! She was sure--the relentless pulling of the pump inflating her poor vulva--sucking it out into the bulge of the cup. Pump-Pump-Phsshh--Pump--
Smack! SMACK! She yelped.
"Miss--PLEASE!"
"Shh," said the witch. "Your kipi wants you disciplined, doesn't she?"
The buttock itch savaged her--assaulted her on her curves. Where she was reddened or bruised, the deep itch seemed worse--unbearable--and her pudenda... stretched.
She gasped as the witch let her dangle. Periodic swats still came and she cried out--but the the pump on her sex inexorably pulled her skin and her sex swelled.
POP. It came away with a wet sound and she could look down and see her grossly swollen pudenda--bright pink, wet looking.
It bulged obscenely out from her thighs and she stared in miserable horror at the quivering jellied flesh!
The witch raised a hand to stop the slaps with the spoon.
She took a rubbery plug--designed for the anus. Her hand rubbed Kasa's perineum and then her fingers moved back to the girl's anus. "First we need to block this," said the witch.
Kasa gasped and cried out as she worked the plug in. It wasn't well lubricated and while she wasn't quick or brutal with it, the stretching and the intrusion hurt!
She gasped out a sob as the plug filled her.
The witch took a root from somewhere and held it out, and her assistant ladled some of the vicious green slime over it.
Kasa gasped as the witch spread her swollen labia and slipped the bare, shave root in.
Immediately the slime took hold in her channel and she moaned. It was hot and irritating and she struggled to expel the awful thing which begin to burn as well as stick with the awful itch.
The unpleasant burning heat spread rapidly through her swollen sex. She moaned and squirmed--writhed, and her pussy quivered. The witch chuckled. "She's pleased with your discomfort," she told Kasa. "You kipi thinks you richly deserve this!"
Kasa wailed.
She felt the younger witch rub her buttocks. She jerked in the restraints. She felt like she would pee--and her bowels felt overly full. The swelling had left her terribly sensitive and vulnerable.
The witch held a small wooden handle that had a bouquet of nettles springing from it where they had been freshly clamped in.
"No--oh--please, miss!"
"This is what your kipi demands," said the witch.
She licked it against Kara's swollen, bulging sex.
Kara wailed! The nettles prickled, and the venom felt like a fiery whip lash!
The witch licked her perineum and then her delicate anus. The flange of the plug stopped some of it, but her cleft screamed.
To her horror she peed when the witch brushed her sex with it.
She was moaning and aching when the witch nodded to her assistant. "Her kipi is pleased with her punishment. Remove the retainer."
The assistant reached under and grasped the flange of the anal plug. Kasa cried out as she pulled it--and when she heard a faint noise like a pop she gasped.
Something thick and wet forced its way out of her. She moaned in--not exactly pain--but a feeling of relief, and terrible humiliation. The thing splattered on the ground. It looked like a thick white grub or caterpillar. Did it squirm? She gasped down at it.
"That was your wish," the mangkukulam said. Kasa panted. Oh--ohh--ohhh--
Her anus felt 'gutted'--an aching emptiness--she moaned in discomfort and horror at her own expulsion.
It was near dark when she became aware of herself in her bed at home in the great startscraper tower. She only vaguely remembered the trip home--aching, sobbing--unable to dress properly in her discomfort.
She closed her eyes--she still ached. Her pudenda felt like a great swollen bruise and she squirmed with itching discomfort all over down there. One of her sisterwives sat with her, wiping her forehead with a wet cloth.
Again, somehow, she slept.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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PUNISHMENT CAFE -- VICKY
Vicky hated to admit how arousing she found spanking the server to be. The girl was willingly draped over her lap. The rubbery outfit had unsnapped at the bottom to reveal the serving girl's buttocks. Vicky was surprised at the smell: the poor girl had clearly been sweating and... lubricating... in the unforgiving rubber for a few hours and the inside of the tight rubber sheet was slick.
Sumi instructed Vicky to wipe the girl's buttocks, sex, including into her vagina, and her anal cleft. Sumi took the lightly soiled wipe and held it under the whimpering girl's nose until the serving girl dutifully opened her mouth, and took it with a soft little moan.
"It's good practice to let the girls taste themselves," Sumi explained.
Another server had brought food and drinks. In this case a tall pink drink that seemed to Vicky quite strong. Sumi talked Vicky through the punishment, spearing food and holding it to Vicky's lips, feeding her as she was told to touch, stroke, and spank.
Slap. Vicky landed a spank on the girl's bottom.
"Mmm--good--but you can go a little harder," Sumi said, grining. "Cup your hand a little--"
Slap! Vicky spanked again, getting a very soft "Uhhh--" from the girl.
Sumi reached over to stroke the serving girl's hair. "That was better, wasn't it, nene?" Sumi asked the girl.
"Yes, ma'am," the girl yelped.
Sumi giggled. "If you don't punish her thoroughly she'll go in Time Out after this."
The girl gave another gasp. Vicky swallowed.
"Mistress--please punish me thoroughly!" the girl said.
Vicky nodded. POW! POW! WHAP! She spanked harder--the girl gasping a little. Sumi gave Vicky a long drink of the pink cocktail.
"Put a finger into her vagina," she instructed. The girl, hearing this, gasped.
Vicky, somewhat timidly, slipped a finger in.
"She's really wet," she whispered. Sumi nodded!
"She's submissive--flex your finger. Let her feel it. She's not enjoying the spanking--it's a result of being dominated. But the attention doesn't have to be all bad. Rub her bottom--you can also rub her puki."
Vicky blushed and rubbed. She felt the girl's little squirms and bucks as her finger's plied into her sex. Her clit was erect and Vicky found it easily--she was surprised to hear the girl give a little squeal of protest... but spread her legs further.
Sumi fed Vicky a forkful of rice and meat.
"That's a good, submissive reaction," she told Vicky. "Reward her--rub--stroke--when your fingers are really wet, you can massage her anus."
Vicky winced, eyes widening.
Sumi laughed. "Trust me--it's embarrassing for you--humiliating for her--and it feels nice, which makes it even worse!"
Vicky watched the boy and girl struggle on their Time Out stations--legs kicking a little as the wriggled and flexed.
On the next bite, Sumi leaned in and kissed Vicky on the lips. Vicky had her fingers against the serving girl's anus--probing lightly at the tight muscles. She swallowed and returned the kiss, feeling heat all over her face. The effects of the alcohol were taking hold as well. Vicky squirmed in her seat.
"Good--ten good hard spanks, Vicky-kan," Sumi said. She had her widget out. Vicky let her hand fly, slapping the girl's buttocks, hearing the reports and feeling the girl's faint movements, and grunts!
Sumi got them up--and, to Vicky's surprise, she walked the sniffling girl to the free Time Out unit and got her up. The girl gasped as Sumi affixed her wrists above her head.
"I didn't spank her enough?" Vicky asked, suddenly feeling somewhat shamed.
"You did fine," Sumi said. "We are going back to my apartment. She will sit in Time Out until we get home. While we are riding, I want you to think of her suffering here. Trust me--she wants her points worked off."
Vicky nodded--and Sumi, using the controls on the side of the white porcelain 'urinal' raised the Pull Level to 4.
Vicky's eyes widened as the girl cried out--an "Uhnnnhhh!!!" and soft pleading in Islander.
"Don't worry," Sumi replied in English to the girl. "I live close by. You won't be here long."
Vicky watched the girl straining to pull herself up, out of the field, legs kicking. Her back was arched, breasts thrust out. With a howling, wet sob, the girl peed.
"We should go," smirked Sumi. "She will be desperate for us to get home." She gave the sobbing girl a kiss on the temple. She led Vicky out into the hot night.
They were waiting for the electric vehicle to arrive, Sumi explaining that she'd leave her e-scooter here, locked until morning, and Vicky, feeling both a bit drunk and painfully aroused, kept looking back up at the open air terrace where she knew the serving girl was squirming.
The dark silhouettes of palm trees were framed against building lights in the direction of down-town.
Sumi wrapped an arm around her, and Vicky leaned in.
The electric vehicle was coming, trundling along the road, with its ON CALL light lit.
Vicky laid her head against Sumi's shoulder.
"Miss--" she started.
"Shh," calmed Sumi. "You don't have to tell me."
Vicky felt overheated and on edge as Sumi got her into the cab and climbed in next to her. She put her hands in her lap and felt Sumi's arms wrap her. She wasn't exactly surprised as Sumi got her pants lowered and pulled Vicky over her lap.
She felt Sumi stroke her hair.
"Punishing you is fun," Sumi giggled, rubbing her buttocks. "You'll get the hang of how things work here--you're not expected to like it--but you'll see.. "
The rubbing continued.
"I'll have the cart do a few loops around the block," Sumi said. "Think of our girl in Time Out!"
Vicky, feeling a nearly painful sense of arousal gave a soft little moan of complaint. The very light smack Sumi landed on her buttocks was somehow pleasant.
BEFORE, IN THE UNITED STATES -- VICKY
Vicky wore what were referred to as "prison scrubs"--pajama like clothes in bright orange. She was barefoot and stood on a rugged floor in a grand office. The wrist restraints had been removed--but she was acutely aware that inside the big building she was still very, very much a prisoner.
A fat man looked at her from behind his grand desk. She blinked and looked down. Carlson stood next to her, which was a bit comforting in a way--but also humiliating.
"This strikes you as a good idea?" rumbled the big man. Vicky could feel his eyes scrutinizing her. "With this??" he indicated Vicky.
"She has a valid application to Synergistia, she fits the profile. She should clear visa checks so long as we do our part."
"She looks like a minor," the man said. Vicky felt her humiliation deepen.
"She's 19," Carlson said. "She pulled off a fraudulent capital extraction as a junior analyst trainee."
Vicky stifled a sniffle. She'd rarely felt so ashamed--hearing about this as a kind of positive qualification was even more painful.
"This isn't a robbery," the big man snapped.
"No," Carlson said. "This is her. Do we go ahead? Or should I send her back to jail?"
An hour later, she sat with Carlson in a meeting room with a presentation projected on a screen. A female technician was next to Vicky, taking her blood pressure, temperature, and pulse.
Two men and another woman--older, more executive, sat in other chairs. Vicky felt small and timid and awful.
"Tersnia," Carlson explained to her, "is here." The graph on the projection: Technological Acceleration, showed a logarithmic rise. The indicated point was at the beginning of the catastrophic upwards slope.
"America's," he clicked to overlay, a red line angled, yes--but flattening out compared to the blue rise, "is here. Right now their ETC--evidenced technological capacity--is four units ahead of ours--that's evidenced vs. our potential, actually--meaning what we have in labs is, right now, behind what they are showing 'on the streets.'"
Vicky nodded.
"They have strong export controls--and we're they're main trading partner--but if they decide in the next decade--in the next two years--to export technology to someone else?"
Vicky could see on the screen how the blue lie rose and diverged from the comparatively flat red one.
The next slide was covered with black-out redacted rectangles but she could see Project Practically Perfect as the header. There was a notation about personnel meeting a block of redacted text. One of the readable bits said "... submissive... corporal punishment."
"You are going to have your record cleaned," Carlson said. "You are going to accept the offer from Synergistia. You will travel to Tersnia and become one of their babae sa opisina--their office girls."
Vicky swallowed--nodded.
"I will be your contact there. I work in the US Embassy. You'll get guidance from there as we go."
Vicky was later shown pictures of the volcanic mountain taken from high altitude--but not space. Thanks to the starshine collector and power transmitter, satellites were unable to get a good top down view of Tersnia.
"That's the old Colonial Palace--and the BayGate Prison below it-they call it the Spanking Factory now. It's still a prison of sorts--a court appointed spot for judicial discipline. It's generally off limits to foreigners. We have reasons to think that the current explosion in technological innovation begun in either the palace or the prison."
She stared at the brutalist building shown in grainy black and white clinging to the side of the volcano. Above it was the shape of the palace with gleaming spires and what looked like a high wall.
"As a visa holder, however," Carlson said, "we think you can get inside at least the factory."
"As a prisoner??" Vicky was shocked.
"It isn't so much a prison today," Carlson said. "It's a kind of a hub--about 12% of the population visits it in a 5 year period. It serves a kind of social function--but it's hard to say exactly what. We want to get you in. At that point, we're going to deploy a data-gathering package on your mobile unit--they call them 'widgets.'"
Vicky looked at the image.
"What if I get caught?" she asked.
"Don't get caught," he said.
"And if I can't get in?"
"If you can't, my chain of command will reverse the records alteration. You'll be found out as a foreign agent. What happens after that won't be pleasant."
TERSNIA -- SUMI'S APARTMENT -- VICKY
Vicky was amazed at Sumi's apartment. In one of the high-rises nearer to the city center than where she was, the woman's apartment was spotless. She could see artwork on the walls showing forms in repose--boys and girls--naked and punished looking.
Sumi had led her, bare bottom, through the lobby and then up to her unit.
Sumi had taken her to the bedroom--no, not a bedroom--a... sex room.
"We have sex in bedrooms like Americans," Sumi said--"But we have sex parlors too."
She got Sumi up on the mattress in the center of the room. It wasn't quite a bed. It was a square platform with a raised cushioned rim around it. She put Vicky on all fours and used ready straps to fit her wrists and ankles to restrain her in place. She was on her hands and knees--she couldn't close her legs or move her arms much.
"You're going to--to punish me?" she asked with alarm.
"MMhmm--" Sumi leaned in and kissed her--rubbing her bare bottom.
"J-just a little?" Vicky asked.
Sumi laughed. She hugged Vicky.
"This is a Tersnian date, okay?" she said, her lips close enough to Sumi's ear she could feel her warm breath."It'll hurt--and be uncomfortable--it's completely okay to cry--the point is domination and submission--"
"I'm submissive!" Vicky cried out. "Oh! I am! Please--I'll do what you want!"
Sumi shushed her. "Hush--the way you be obedient is taking your punishment." Her fingers found Vicky's cleft and she ran her fingers over Vicky's labia down to her clit. "Think about our serving girl," she said, rubbing Vicky's clitoris. "In her Time Out, waiting for us to signal we were home--as we went round and round and round--" her fingers circled Vicky's clit with each word, "and round--all wet and sore and aching and cute!"
She rubbed harder and Vicky let out a cry. She stopped and gave Vicky a sharp slap on the buttocks. Vicky gasped.
"She's out now--just--the poor thing probably can't walk!" Sumi giggled. Sumi slipped a finger deep into Vicky's vagina. "It's a pretty image, isn't it?"
"Nhhhnnhh!" Vicky made a sound of protest... and passion.
Sumi laughed. She slid off the platform and from the wall took a slipper-like paddle.
"Now," Sumi said, "this part is my enjoyment--I enjoy punishing you--you're cute! I do like it. This is subjugation. There isn't a stop-word like you Americans have. You can beg me to stop--but I won't. You're in my care, and this is a punishment date."
She kissed Vick on the buttock. Vick made a little noise, and then yelped as Sumi spanked! POW! POW! POW!
"Ahh! OW! OWW!! OUCH!! SUMI!!" Vicky wailed! The spanks were sharp and slappy and she jumped and gasped.
"OW!!"
"Oh--so tender!!" POW! POW! POW!
"AAHH! OWW! IT HURTS!"
"GOOD!" POW-POW-POP!
"Ahahaha! No, nene!" POW! SLAP! POP!
Sumi put the paddle down. Vicky took shaky, ragged breaths. She desperately wanted to rub her buttocks--but she couldn't with the restraints.
"Okay," she felt something wet against her anus.
Sumi was working something in--a plug? Ohh.
Vicky gave a little moan as it slipped in. Then a gasp as something on its tip inflated. It was stuck in there.
Sumi walked around in front and deftly dropped her skirt and panties, folding and hanging them.
"Oh--I've been waiting all day for this," she said, looking flushed. She held a control in her hands with a tube that ran back. Vicky could tell it was connected to the plug in her bottom. Sumi got on the bed and lay before her, legs spread.
"You are going to lick and suck my sex," Sumi said. "We are going to start there--and then we'll do my anus. I want you to taste all of this--deeply. You are being my masturbation toy. Understood, Vicky-kan?"
Vicky nodded.
Sumi lay her head back. Click.
Vicky gasped. The sudden itch in her anus--her sphincter--blazed with intense discomfort.
Her eyes widened. It... didn't subside.
"Sumi!"
"Mistress," Sumi corrected her.
"Mistress!! It's uncomfortable!"
"I know," breathed Sumi. "Isn't it?"
"Mistress! It IS--please!"
"Then the faster you make me happy down there, the faster we take care of your uncomfortable bottom!" Sumi tossed her long dark hair and gently pushed Vicky's head down towards her sex. On the control in her hand, she clicked up the intensity of the irritant stimulation, smiling at the desperate whine from between her thighs.
Strapped with her palms flat, her knees and ankles affixed and apart, Vicky lowered her head and got to work. In her rear, the terrible itching assaulted her. She squirmed and gasped as it seemed to spike and ebb--but never much--never enough to not be a raging alarm-bell of humiliating urgency.
She boiled with anger at Sumi. The spanking had been bad ENOUGH!! OHH! OH!! WHY WOULDN'T THIS BITCH CUM!??
She felt Sumi's finger trace little patterns in her hair.
"Don't panic, nene," Sumi coached her. "It just makes you worse at pleasing mistress--breathe deep--smell mistress--and get that tongue in her!"
She laughed and Vicky let out a wail of desperate discomfort. She felt like rivers of discomfort flowed from her anus up the walls of her cleft. She bucked against the insert and its tube. She was sucking at Sumi's clitoris and lashing her tongue over the nub and the itching overwhelmed her.
Oh! Oh!! It was terrible!! OHH!! OHHH! She couldn't TAKE IT! Tears of anger and frustration splashed on Sumi's pudenda.
"Oh! Mistress!" she gasped for air. The itch was unbearable. "I'll tell--I'll tell you my secret!" she panted. "Please--just--stop it!"
Sumi laughed--a high sound--ethereal--"I am not interrogating you, Vicky-kan. I am dominating you--" she rolled over, lifting her hips. "Get your tongue deep into mistress's anus and Mistress will be pleased!"
Vicky tasted far more of Sumi than she'd ever intended. Pushing her face into Sumi's soft buttocks, and forcing her tongue into the bitter channel as deep as it would go.
The cuddling that came after was... almost worth it? Vicky sobbed--her anger--her frustration--was a nebulous thing--she huddled naked in Sumi's arms, now desperate to cum--but she realized she wasn't going to be allowed to. Maybe if the bitch herself had cum? Oh!! But she closed her eyes and whimpered and the disciplinary officer held her and stroked her.
Vicky had her eyes closed as she whispered. She whispered about Carlson and the prison and international espionage and geopolitics. She felt like she was in something of a dream--but part of her knew that she had surrendered something desperate to Sumi. She held her breath, waiting to see if the officer would push her away--but before that happened, she slept.
She awoke, horny and sore. She pushed up from the bed, still naked and unwashed.
She didn't see her clothes anywhere--she poked her head out of the sex-parlor and smelled--breakfast. Eggs! Bacon! Ohh--
She looked desperately around.
"The toilet is to your right. Don't close the door. There is a shower there. Put both hands on the console--you'll see--" Sumi called from the kitchen.
Ugh. But Vicky used the toilet and then climbed into the shower. There were two pads with hand icons on them. An image showed the user standing, her feet spread, her hands on the panels. She touched them and spigots came to life, spraying her with warm water, then warm soapy water, and then a long wash with varying degrees of force. She didn't move. The jets aimed water between her legs--ohh--and down her back and thighs--ahhhh--.
When it was done, the whole thing air-dried her with hot, high velocity air from a fan. She looked over and saw Sumi leaning in the doorway, arms lightly folded, smirking.
Vicky timidly opened the door. Was the girl going to tell the authorities? She was like some kind of police officer, wasn't she?
"There are clothes for you outside," Sumi said. Her smirk looked... amused.
Vicky nodded.
"What are--"
"Dress--and then we will talk. You are still the submissive here. It is still my job to dominate you. You may allow yourself to enjoy it, after a fashion. Or not. But for now dress and come to the kitchen.
The clothes were white pajamas that were loose and cool. One of the unpleasant tape-on pads was provided and she grimaced and put it over her bare pudenda, grimacing and patting down the edges.
She met Sumi in the kitchen.
"Sit," said Sumi, indicating a two-person table. A single plate of eggs, bacon, and toast was sitting there.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate, Vicky-kan," Sumi said. "I am going to feed you."
"Oh."
She sat. Sumi pulled a chair around close and brought out utensils.
She begin to prepare the toast with some butter. "I have spreadable cheese," Sumi said. "Do you want?"
Vicky nodded.
"This is very American, no? What I see on videos your breakfast always looks like."
"You don't eat this stuff?"
"We usually have rice dishes." She cut a strip of the toast with cream cheese on it and held it to Vicky's lips. Vicky swallowed. A part of her rebelled at this--but she obediently opened her mouth and Sumi popped it in.
"See? Not so bad!" Sumi grinned.
"What I said last night--" Vicky started. In the light of day, and not terrorized by the punishment or in an overwhelming state of arousal, seemed like a life-altering mistake.
"Yes--I know," Sumi said. "Nation-sponsored industrial espionage is a big thing. Not taken lightly here."
Vicky swallowed. "What will they do--I mean if they find out?"
"I don't know," Sumi admitted.
"Will I be... put in a Tersnian Prison? Thrown off the island? Something worse?"
Sumi considered.
"There may be an element of judicial punishment--but I do not think you could handle that. Most Tersnians don't handle it well. We will have to see."
"I don't--what--what should I do?"
Sumi put another bite of eggs into her mouth and she chewed. There was a chime from the door and Sumi stood.
"Drink." She held the coffee to Vicky's lips. A couple of swallows.
"Sit still." She patted Vicky on the shoulder and went to the door.
TWO DAYS LATER -- LEGINTHAL HEIGHTS NEIGHBORHOOD PUNISHMENT PARK -- VICKY
Vicky sat, slightly uncomfortably, on the park bench. The park was immaculately manicured with trim green grass, geometrically shaped hedges, and trees with exotic canopies and winding branches and trunks. She could hear the faint trickle of fountains and there were a number of rotundas and pergolas as well as some play equipment and some more grown-up exercise gear.
Leginthal also had some exotic disciplinary facilities that the district judicial office used for public displays. Vicky had taken to coming out here for morning coffee, people-watching, and to look at the penitents suffering in public.
She currently wore the annoying chastity belt--the maze of small itches and soreness under it did little to dampen the gripping sexual frustration she felt. Everything was cast through a lens of sexual-turn on--and the Tersnian landscape made it far worse.
A billboard showed the naked body of a trim boy, bent forward, the side view of an anal speculum depicted sprouting from between his buttocks. A female hand with a glove hovered there--the ad for healthful male-"milking" clinics. The submissive boy in your life could be drained of semen without needing any touch to his cock!
Vicky was 'chased' by ads for an awful-looking oral-sex training center. Images of wet-eyed American looking girls knelt with their hands bound behind them before machines with realistic-looking cocks jutting out at chin level.
The center had a variety of training machines to get the person "experienced" with taking a penis deep in their throat using a variety of rewards (a vibrator bulb positioned between the girl's thighs) and punishments (induction-spanking pads fixed to the girl's buttocks).
These were "haunting her" because while she wasn't currently serving the young executive, the AI--Miss Midnight--had determined she was insufficiently experienced in giving oral and had sent the ads to stalk her.
One appeared now on a public kiosk not far away. Somehow the stupid thing KNEW she could see it. Miss Midnight promised her that some day soon she would be back in his office and the AI would ensure she spent the day between his thighs, pleasuring him as much as his body could stand for it.
She took a sip of her coffee and licked her lips.
On the pillories several yards away were two boys and a girl.They were naked save for their "regions" to which a shiny blue latex paint had been applied. They looked miserable and tired. Their bodies lay on a padded bench, their feet shackled apart.
The boy wore a testicle-cuff which made his scrotum bulge. The girls both had swollen pudendas--visible in form under the blue paint.
Between each of their thighs sat a potted cactus. It was spherical and an unnatural pinkish in color. It had a fuzzy corona of spines around it. Vicky could see where each of the subjects had the cacti pressed against their bottoms--in the perineum--the 'taint' between sex and anus.
The radius of the cacti was large enough to get some of its spines into the buttocks, the sexes, the anus and cleft itself, the vulva, and so on. She could see the faint bristle on the boy's testicles.
It wasn't clear precisely what misery the cactus thorns inflicted--although she was sure it must itch among anything else--they squirmed and whimpered.
Next to each pillory was a small screen that detailed the occupant, their crime, the duration of their punishment, and possibly some embarrassing fact about them. A "Follow Me on Social Media" code was listed in case you wanted to see what transpired later in the drama of their lives.
Vicky watched them. They twitched and glowered.
She heard a soft crunch and glanced over. Carlson walked along the trail, hands in his jacket pocket, looking out at the trees. Ignoring her, of course---until turning, looking across the lawn, the stepped back to sit next to her coincidentally, of course.
He placed an earpiece in and activated it, looking up and around at the sky.
His attention came back to her.
"Having a rough go of it?" he asked. His tone was more conciliatory than she'd expected.
"I guess," she shrugged and squirmed slightly.
He nodded. "It... takes some getting used to. As a member of the diplomatic staff, I'm still encouraged to have a weekly maintenance session."
"You do?" She was surprised.
He nodded. Then: "You signaled me?"
It was a passive thing. If she stopped at a street corner on a morning walk and read one of the daily hard-copy pamphlets the news-kiosks printed, it meant she had something to report. She didn't know who was watching for the sign, but someone had seen it.
She nodded. She didn't take her eyes off the pillories. He'd told her it was fine to talk--but she should refrain from showing too much body-language interest. She watched the haze of bristly thorns adorning the boy's swollen scrotum.
"There's a girl's group--maybe going to the Factory," she said. "The prison thing you said."
He nodded.
"Maybe?" She didn't like his tone.
"One of the girls is trying to get like a... fortune telling... about her arranged relationship. It might wind up with her going up there. If we go with her... we'd go too."
"That sounds pretty thin," he said.
""What do you want me to do?" she asked angrily.
Across the park, a boy crawled on all fours. Another boy--the same age--they looked like college kids, walked him on a leash. To Vicky's eye, they looked pretty calm about being out like that--strolling, talking.
"I want you to get inside," Carlson said--almost a growl. "When I don't report results, the station head has us meet with our Cultural Attache Advisor. Mine is a cast-iron bitch with a strap-on," he said, biting the words as he spoke them. "So. Get me results."
Across the park, the two boys had met a girl walking her own boy. The 'pets' knelt before each other as their master and mistress chatted. Carlson rose. "I can pull strings," he said, "to get you sent--but it's NOT preferable--at ALL."
He jogged away. Vicky watched him. Did he waddle? Maybe.
Across the park, the girl's pet-boy had been judged more dominant of the two and she watched as the mistress coaxed her boy to mount the other pet. Both pets were clothed, but she watched the woman--the mistress--adjust both trousers so that her pet-boy could get his cock into the other's anus.
Both young men looked fabulously embarrassed to be doing this in public--but the boy climbed on top and the woman guided his cock in. Vicky watched him start to thrust. She didn't think there was much lubrication and the bottom-boy was gritting his teeth and gripping the grass as he was fucked. The girl laughed at something and gave her pet a swat with a small crop--to hurry him along.
Vicky watched him pump harder and the boy below him gasped, a wet stain erupting from the crotch of the submissive boy's pants.
The one on top took a little longer--but Vicky could tell when he came too, his mistress' crop hurrying him along. She radiated discomfort, but she couldn't take her eyes off the dramas around her.
After a while, her widget pinged and she got up and walked uncomfortably across the park to where she was met in a covered parking area by Sumi and the big, muscled, Malic.
"Why's he here?" Vicky asked. She wanted to put some venom into it--but even though she hadn't seen him since her session of punishment sex, she'd been thinking about it enough that, now that he was here, she wondered... if a little bit of punishment sex would be as satisfying as it seemed right now.
"Got assigned," he said--apologetically. "Possibly because we'd, uh, met?"
She nodded. "How's Taraki?"
"Good," Malic said. "He, uh, manages to do something to get disciplined enough that I'm thinking about having a nightly maintenance."
Sumi giggled at that. Vicky scowled. The boy was submissive, true--but she had gotten a full rundown from the girls and interacted with him online and it was well understood that he 'got it' enough to have been fucked into incontinence. The idea of him getting it worse gave her a warm feeling she didn't like.
She stepped over by Sumi, who put her arm around her.
"I've gotten permission for your trip," Sumi told her. "Liezel is desperate to do a trip to the temple and see if she can get an alternative to her coming arrangement. Central assures us that her trip will take the group of you to the Factory."
"Do I have to go?" Vicky asked. Going out to the temple didn't seem bad--but she'd picked up that going to The Spanking Factory was... awful.
"We need to see what his intel-package does when activated," Sumi said. "And our handlers at Central want to know if this is really the plan or not. The Factory is a social-processing station--if they are targeting it for state-sponsored industrial espionage that represents a sophisticated understanding of Tersnia."
Vicky stewed on this--but nodded. "Will I be... charged? After this?"
Sumi grinned "Probably!"
Malic swatted her, seeing Vicky's stricken expression. "There will be a legal procedure," he said, "but your status right now is such that it won't be... too bad? I'm sure it'll seem terrible--but you're not going to be imprisoned for years or anything like that."
Vicky wasn't exactly comforted by that--but she nodded.
THREE DAYS LATER -- ON THE GRAY LINE -- VICKY
The girls stood, holding the overhead hand-rails as the train rattled along. The car was modern, not entirely clean, and empty save for them. Tala stood close to Vicky, her arm around the American's waist holding her a bit firmly, even though she was shorter.
Liezel shifted uncomfortably, looking sour.
They were looking for the marriage shrine at the end of the Gray Line. Liezel had asked them to go both for moral support and their own interests. Vicky, tagged along, her modified widget with its plug in "package" had been secreted to her from Carlson.
"I don't see why you're putting up this fuss," Tala said, her voice slightly chiding.
"Has your mom talked about arranging you?" Liezel asked pointedly.
"All the time," Tala said breezily. "Mostly as a harem girl for some middle manager she knows or something like that."
Liezel rolled her eyes. "This is serious," she said. "And Taley... he's from a much higher family. It's not... " She grimaced.
"But you like him!" Tala said.
"That's NOT the point," Liezel fumed.
"Does he take you on punishment dates?" Vicky asked.
"Of course," snorted Liezel. "His family thinks I'm adorable."
"That's what I get told all the time," Tala growled.
"Like--what does he do?" Vicky asked.
The punishment-date she'd been on with Sumi had been blazing in her mind ever since.
"You know what a 'flower girl' is?" Liezel asked. "The Tersnian prostitute kind, I mean. It's something else in American."
Vicky shook her head.
"An escort is... treated... so her sex smells unusual--perfumed--generally good--but... weird. And she gets tattoos there--markings."
"Like a flower!" Tala said helpfully.
"Yeah. So he rents a flower-girl and for the night, the three of us are out--dining. We went to a play--a performance--like that."
Vicky nodded.
"So the whole night--well, half the time--I'm... between her legs. My face, I mean. They sit and talk about me--and he talks about what he likes about me and stuff--and I have to 'service her.' I mean, we're at a table and I'm kneeling and she has her silk outfit with an opening so I can lick her--and if I can't make her cum by the end of the night, I'm getting punished by him--and she--I mean, she's got all these different tastes and smells--it's... I'm squirming!"
Vicky stared.
Tala: "Their pee tastes like... wine? Maybe? Like a drink--and it's lightly drugged. They have discharges. She has to eat them--and the girls are really condescending to their charges!"
Liezel scowled and nodded. "It was completely humiliating--and... gross--even if the tastes and smells weren't--and by the end of things I was so horny I begged him to fuck me," she said, clearly furious with herself.
"Did you... finish her?" Vicky asked.
Both girls laughed. "Of course not. You have to be really talented to finish a high-end girl like that. At the end of the night, she's on her back. I'm on top, my face in her--and he's thankfully working on me from behind. I mean, he made me suffer for it--but at least he did let me cum."
Vicky's eyes widened a bit.
"Yeah--rare treat," growled Liezel. "I could taste and smell her for two days after!"
Vicky squirmed, thinking she would... maybe... go for that?
"Anyway," Liezel said darkly, "I want to see this match-maker before I give up."
It was Tala's turn to roll her eyes.
The kulay-abo line train came to a stop and the doors pinged open. End of the line. The three of them exited onto the concrete platform.
"If the matchmaker says something different they won't get arranged?" Vicky asked Tala as they followed Liezel at a slight distance. She was holding up her widget and peering at it as she navigated.
"Nope. Won't make a difference," Tala said. "Well, it kinda will. It'll give both mothers chaos and stuff. She's just looking for an excuse to annoy everyone."
"Doesn't that date sound horrible, though?" Vicky asked.
Tala laughed! "She came! But, no--that was probably one of the weirdest ones. The boy is from a very rich family so he does weird stuff like that. Probably most of their dates are a nice walk by the river, a light spanking and a kiss before bed!"
Vicky wished she were more certain how she felt about that.
"I think it's this way," Liezel announced. "The directions are weird out here."
They followed her up.
The village--there was no other word for it--looked like what Vicky had seen in 3rd world pictures. There were water tanks on top of favela-like buildings. Concrete structures showed aged but brightly colored advertisements in Tersnian. Vehicles which seemed mostly human powered--rickshaws, covered bicycle "taxis," and people in wildly colored garb moved up and down the streets. There was the smell of cooking and the buzz of insects.
Vicky felt immediately out of her element. Liezel and Tala looked a bit uncertain as well. A deep, dark green of the jungle rose up above the tops of the buildings to the south.
"Maybe we should ask someone?" Vicky asked. She was painfully aware she was holding an illegal 'surveillance package' attached to her widget.
"It's this way," Liezel said decisively. They set off down the street.
In an archway three naked forms--two girls and a boy stood, their hands bound over their heads, their ankles bound together. Spinning columns lashed out with rubber hoses leaving slight red-lines across their backs, thighs, and buttocks.
Vicky could see that each of the three were gagged. The buckle-on sound dampener visible even from behind. They squirmed and jerked where the lashes landed.
"Local disciplinarian," Tala said, looking on. Vicky stared. Thawp-Twhap-THWAP!--rrrnnnrrr---
"Looks bad," Vicky said.
"I'm sure it feels worse," Liezel said. "Come on."
They left the three public penitents and found a gravel road with several stalls selling spiced meat. People called out to them as they passed and Vicky felt their eyes on her.
"They're giving us a pass because you're an American," Tala whispered.
"What?" Vicky asked.
"Three girls--one marked with blue hair--someone would be having a 'talk' with us out here. But they say 'look at the clueless American' so no one's bothering us!"
"Oh, "Vicky said.
Then they saw it.
At the end of an alley off the main road was a mud-brick building--a shrine. She could see the glow of pink neon from inside. It looked like a single room and she could see the dark shape of a statue of a seated obese woman with many hands.
"That's it--that's the matchmaker. Hansulata!" Liezel, now facing the temple, looked far less sure of herself. Tala didn't look so certain either."
"Will we get in trouble going up there?" Vicky asked.
"Probably," huffed Liezel.
"No trouble," Tala said, clarifying--"but the shrine girl usually extracts some discomfort for readings."
"How bad?" Vicky asked.
No one knew.
"You sure you want to do this," Tala asked.
Vicky suddenly realized that if they didn't she might get in trouble with her handlers from 'Central.' She felt a sinking feeling.
"We came all this way," she said slowly.
"Let's do it." Liezel marched up. They followed.
Inside the temple was lit from the neon--that looked like a recent addition to a 100 year old structure. There was what looked to Vicky like a hot tub: a basin with blue bubbling water, lit from within. Three women--two older, one young, wore translucent robes and sat at folding tables with laptop computers on them. They wore head scarfs and veils that showed only their eyes.
"Welcome to the shrine," said the younger girl as they peered in. "Hansulata welcomes you."
Vicky looked at the stern female statue, sitting cross-legged, holding various punishment instruments in her multiple hands.
The younger shrine girl giggled. "It must look very strange to an American," she said. "Come, I will explain Hansulata to you. Your fellows can start their ablutions."
"What ablutions?" Tala demanded.
"Quiet, cub!" snapped one of the elder women. "Over here! Both of you!" she issued a third order in islander and Liezel and Tala, both looking like they'd made a huge mistake, shuffled over.
"They're going to be undressed and washed in the pool," the younger girl explained. "I am Marakit. What is your name?"
"V-vicky," Vicky said. She heard a loud slap and a yelp from Liezel.
"Do what they tell you," Marakit whispered. "In the shrine they're to be obeyed entirely."
Vicky nodded. Liezel was yelping and crying out in islander as she was hauled behind a partition. Tala was removing her clothes as fast as she could.
Marakit sighed. "She shouldn't give them any reason," she said, shaking her head. The sounds of a vigorous spanking came from behind the partition. Vicky could hear Liezel's cries and complaints.
"Expect a bit of spanking," Marakit said. "But not that much unless you earn it."
Ugh. Vicky nodded.
They stepped up to the statue. It was maybe nine feet high and the goddess sat in the lotus position, her feet up on each large thigh.
"Crouch down, here," Marakit said, directing her to lower herself. "You can see that the spirit has two sculpted vulvas, yes?"
Vicky nodded. "One is the birth canal of her supplicant as a child. The second is as a young woman--a bride... or a young man--either."
Vicky nodded again, and stood.
"In the old days," Marakit said, "There was a system of asking the spirit her decree. It used a system of balls dropped through tubes to get a 'random' set of phrases that were said to be influenced by Hansulata. Today we use an electronic randomizer--but it's just that. People think the shrine is hooked into Central and that it's an AI. She isn't--this shrine is authentic to the old ways--just updated."
Vicky had read about this on Wikipedia.
The spanking had stopped and a gasping, sniffling, and naked Liezel as being unceremoniously dumped into the pool next to Tala. Liezel cried out as her spanked buttocks submerged in the hot water. Marakit snickered.
"Now--each of you is going to get a reading after being washed and cleaned."
One of the women had removed her robes and wore a one-piece bathing suit under it. She held a fearsome looking brush as she waded down into the water.
"It's not as bad as it looks," Marakit said. Tala was gasping as the woman worked the brush into her vagina, one leg lifted.
"I'll see to you in a moment," Marakit said--"but I want you to do this first--"
"What?" Vicky asked. The other woman held a large, full enema bag and was lubricating a nozzle as Liezel cowered.
"You're American--I want to present you. They are native so they've already been presented. At birth."
"Oh," Vicky said.
"Can you undress and come up on the dais?" Marakit asked. "Or do you need help?"
"I--I can," she said. She started fumbling with her clothes. The girl moved in and with experienced hands, removed her skirt and blouse. "Not so hard," she said, close to Vicky.
The scrubbing was happening over Tala's body and while the girl seemed meek, it didn't look like it was hurting her. Liezel was down in a yoga stretch, her bottom up, her hands outstretched--kneeling on a towel by the side of the tub as she took the enema.
"Up here," Marakit led Vicky, naked to the lap of the statue. "Lay yourself over it."
Vicky glanced at her. Marakit nodded. "Like you're getting punished."
Vicky got down and positioned herself over the lap of the Hansulata. The stones were smooth and surprisingly warm. She lay there, looking down at the stone platform, bottom up.
"Okay--deep breath," Marakit said.
"Oh--Oh!" Whap. Whap. Whap!
Three spanks--not terribly hard--but sharp against her buttocks. She closed her eyes as Marakit rubbed her there.
She heard an electronic hum and the chatter of printing systems.
"So that's the first welcoming," Marakit said. "In the old times, the women would drop the balls into a funnel and give you the reading. There'd be a different configuration for the actual match-making."
"Oh," Vicky said. The sting from the swats was diminishing. She could hear Tala saying something--but it didn't sound like pleading.
"Let's see--Oh..."
Malakit looked at a piece of yellowed paper about the size of an index card.
"Do--do you know what this means?" she asked Vicky.
Vicky raised her head, uncertainly.
The girl held the printed paper down where Vicky could read it.
FREE THE LIES FROM THEIR CAGE
She stared. "I--I don't know?"
SMACK! "Ow!!" she looked over her shoulder to glare at the girl.
The girl smirked. She rubbed Vicky's bare bottom. "The ladies will interpret it."
Later they wore loose white robes, bare underneath, save for the chastity belt Vicky wore. They sat on benches still feeling the sensations from the internal irrigation and the thorough washing they had gotten. Liezel had gotten "ceremonially spanked" which looked like a thorough slippering to Vicky. She'd yelped over the statue's lap as one of the older women applied the rubber slapper.
The printer bank had run for several seconds when each of them was brought before it and now the women read from the messages that had been printed. Sumi had explained that Central would contact the shrine and explain to them that the three girls needed to be sent to 'The Factory.'
Sumi had said that this was a bit delicate as, technically, Central could not legally force the shrines to do as they wished--they were completely autonomous in terms of reading and interpreting the randomized pronouncements--but Sumi was almost certain that the older women would comply.
The readings were in Islander--but it was clear that the small printed tickets contained some kind of scolding for Liezel, who took the short rant from the shrine woman with a lowered head.
Vicky heard the words 'Factory,' though, which provoked a squeal from Tala. This was, Vicky knew, a "worst case scenario." The Factory--The Spanking Factory--had a firm and frightening place in Tersnian culture. Vicky wasn't surprised--but as the matrons summoned them one at a time to receive passes to the mountain lift that would take them up to it, Vicky felt a rising sense of unease.
When they called her in, last, the Matron eyed her.
"We received the request for you from Central," said the woman, archly. "We do not like the interference but we comply."
Vicky nodded.
"However," said the woman, "in this case the directives did not need to be altered. The judgment of Hansulata was clear: the three of you would be sent for evaluation and social processing. I trust you will find it instructive."
She gave Vicky a satisfied smile and used a kind of stapler to affix a tag to her white clothing.
Outside she could see a furious-looking Liezel and a scared looking Tala waiting for her.
"They just make up those edicts!" Liezel fumed. "They figured out we were afraid of being sent up there so of course they sent us!"
Tala: "I didn't think they'd send an American."
Both girls looked at her.
"Sorry for bringing you into this," Liezel said, softly. "I knew it could happen--but I hoped it wouldn't."
"I'm not sure I understand this," Vicky said.
"We're supposed to meet our 'matches' up there," Tala said. "Maybe not directly--but being sent to the Factory is supposed to set events in motion that mean we'll meet the person we're supposed to be with. It could be right away. It could be next year--but the act of going and getting tested is supposed to be meaningful."
Liezel grimaced: "It means I can make a case that Taley isn't right for me--I mean, I can say I met my perfect-match there and with the stupid ticket my mother will need to go to the temple herself to sort it out!"
She sounded triumphant--but also worried.
Tala shot Liezel a look "You can make trouble for them," she agreed. "But in the end your mom will pay a donation and the match will be 're-evaluated' to Taley."
"I can squeeze a donation out of her," Liezel said. "At least it's better than just submitting to everyone!"
"Could we just not go?" Vicky asked.
"No," Tala shook her head. "Well, yeah--but it's a bad idea. Those women will have put us in the system. If we don't get evaluated, Central will know. It can cause problems. Punishment points stacking up and stuff. We should go--today."
Liezel nodded. We should get it over with.
"What... is it?" Vicky asked.
"It's like a social-station test," Liezel said.
"It's like an evaluation punishment!" Tala cried out. "You get asked what you think your station should be--and then you get evaluated. If you choose too high, it's awful. If you choose too low, you get it--but you also have to do more time in that station!"
Vicky chewed her lower lip. The station that had the upwards sloping train--up to the historical palace, the Factory Prison, and maybe other things was a conversion point for several lines. Now that they were there, in the big station, it was clear that the line heading up was not in heavy use. They were the only ones on the platform.
Vicky looked up: with a rumble and rattle, the train leading up had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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THE FACTORY -- LIEZEL
In truth, she wasn't entirely shocked when the evaluation sent her to the mountain. She'd been pessimistically expecting the worst case scenario and she was sullenly gratified when she got it. She felt a bit bad for Vicky--the American was basically just sight-seeing here--but she felt viciously certain Tala would 'benefit' from the trip!
Now, though, she was in trouble. She'd expected the assessment to be one of the Verification Machines that was supposed to be nearly flawless at detecting lies--and a bunch of questions about her 'arrangement.' That would've been pretty bad--if they wrung out of her that she didn't have problems with the boy--it was with her own mother--there would be plenty of fuel for her next round of struggling and losing.
What she got instead, though, were a series of chambers--concrete, exposed pipes, and lit directional signs taking her into a maze. At the first two stations, she sat before a girl at a terminal and had to answer questions about how pleasing she could be if she really tried.
The questioning was fairly blunt--even rude--and pointed. Did she grovel well? Was she patient? Did she consider herself skilled at anticipating needs? Putting herself second? Cooking and cleaning? Being submissive around her partner's friends? The girls in the first and second stage were making something clear: she might not be good enough for Talley.
It wasn't like they knew about her arrangement even--they just had a ticket for her and her path through this ordeal seemed to be about questioning if she was badly overconfident or over-inflated! She was outraged--but worse, she was scared. Her arrangement to a higher status family had been seen as a great coup by her mother--but now it was looking like her "processing" and "evaluation" were headed towards a report that she was better suited for a far lower-status partner.
The next two stations had gotten worse. She'd joined up with another girl who was on the same 'journey' and the two of them had to both work together and compete against each other in the pleasuring of boys. The boys in question were restrained--they had a smell about them--a stink--that Liezel was pretty certain was fully intentional: making it unpleasant for the girls to get their mouths and noses into the proper places.
They were bound, one on his back, legs spread wide, one standing, his arms wrapped in a straight-jacket like restraint and held in place with a device that came down from the ceiling.
The two of them had to make the boys cum. They had to do it to a certain rhythm and when the instruction lights told them they could. There were lit panels showing where to use mouths. Hands, and vaginas.
A score board ticked down the girl's scores for awkward movements, resistance to licking the boy's anuses and cocks, and everything else. The boys, for their part, seemed to be struggling to either orgasm before they were allowed or to resist the pleasuring at all.
It was wretchedly unpleasant. She'd had to climb on top and fuck the boy on his back while the other girl worked between his cheeks. The yellow warning light--that he was close to unauthorized orgasm had flashed constantly.
Then came the evaluations. Apparently neither of them were especially good at sex. They were poor at obedience. They were both overly proud and, in a horrible revelation, not modest enough!
Shockingly, they had been directed to slick plastic slides in bright colors that dropped them down to an underground chamber where they were sent from one station done in brilliant primary colors to another to receive whatever implement, position, and location the station was chastising. The sexual/submissive evaluation rooms had been empty of people save for the bound male subjects. Orders had come over consoles.
Here, there were "nurses" (female) and "officers" (male) in intimidated outfits attending their bright colored stations. Ahead of her, a girl lay flopped over shiny plastic bean-bags, her ankles shackled so as to be spread. The 'duty nurse' loomed over her, using a smooth plastic cane to lay stripes on the backs of her thighs and a few on her buttocks.
Liezel saw her hands grip the bags tightly as she gasped into it. Overhead monitors showed close-ups of her bottom and thighs as the stripes appeared. Liezel knew at the end of this ordeal she'd get a picture set that showed the progression of her buttock's punishment. She dismally suspected her mother would no doubt prize it.
Waiting her turn, standing in a circle printed on the vividly patterned carpet, she watched the nurse and her partner inspect their subject's welts, spreading her cheeks slightly as she whimpered. The idea--which she had strongly gotten from the upstairs process, that she was going to come out of this not being good enough for Talley was mortifying and upset her far more than she would have expected.
Would her mother actually call the thing off? Would Talley's? The thought of being arranged to a lower-status boy was a horrible outcome of this. Of her mother deciding her daughter wasn't as good as she'd thought. She sniffled, watching the nurses decide the girl they were tending needed a little more.
The girl herself moaned in outrage and fury as the duty nurse stepped back, laying her cane on the girl's lower bottom.
Shick! "Ah!!"
Swick! "Oh!! BITCH!"
THWAK! "Ahh!! SORRY!!!"
The nurse's giggled--but put a fizzy 'punishment' tablet into the girl's mouth and Liezel watched her face color and tears leak as it did its work creating a terrible taste and smell sensation to punish her for swearing.
The buzzer sounded. It was her turn.
THE SPANKING FACTORY -- TALA
Tala had positively panicked when they were split up. To be honest, she was horrified that she was split from Liezel who was, she assessed the most dominant of the three and the person she wanted to stay with. Vicky looked nervous and uncomfortable--but she clearly didn't understand what being sent here meant.
It meant that her entire 'station' could be changed--and probably not for the better.
When they had exited the train that led up to the Factory, there had been a large almost empty entry-way of winding cordons and a few "stations" at the walls. The walls were bare concrete showing signs of age and the lights were harsh and bright. At various junctions in the maze of cordons poles with lit arrows sticking out flashed for the route the next person was to take. Liezel had been sent ahead. Tala and Vicky had been sent off to the side.
She'd wanted to call out to the women at the various counters around the perimeter of the large room but signs clearly ordered against any loud speech (with images of a stick person being spanked). She'd had no real choice but to follow Vicky down their assigned passage.
Ahead of them had been a disheveled looking boy who wore a jacket and then a thick "panty" that was padded like a cloth diaper and was, humiliatingly bright pink with butterfly icons on it. She'd blushed at his miserable mortification and she'd watched him squirm. He was suffering serious discomfort down there--and things weren't going to get better.
"How do they know where to send us?" Vicky had whispered as they approached one of the counters with a stern looking woman in a white uniform standing behind it.
"I don't know. Maybe it's random? Probably keyed to our widgets?"
Vicky grimaced at that for some reason, but nodded.
The woman was speaking to the boy who looked like whatever she was saying was horribly unpleasant. She snapped at him and directed him to a metal platform scale which he stepped onto. Then she motioned him past her to where a conveyor bet ran. He sat gingerly on the moving belt and was drawn along around a corner.
"It's like luggage at the airport," Vicky said, eyes wide.
"We're the baggage," Tala grimaced.
"Come!" snapped the woman pointing archly in front of her.
Both of them had stepped forward.
"Let's see your tickets," the woman snapped.
Both of them silently produced their small printed papers from the shrine.
She took them and ran them under some kind of sensor. She looked at the stream.
"I'm going to do this in English since you--" she pointed with her chin at Vicky, "are an American who only understands one language."
Vicky blushed but said nothing.
"Both of you are low-grade little brats who pet your twats every chance you can get. Answer me truthfully, each of you, have you stroked your wet little clits to finish in the past week?"
She looked at them--Vicky looked flushed and horrified but she shook her head. "N-no, ma'am?" she squeaked.
"Because of your chastity belt," the woman said.
"And you?" She looked pointedly at Tala.
Tala was shaking her head when she realized that for a question like that, the woman probably had a Verifier Machine. She didn't see one of them--they looked like big metallic boxes with chrome sensors on the front--but could one be hidden. She thought she'd better be truthful.
Ugh. "Y-yes, miss," she said in a tiny voice.
The woman keyed something.
"In bed or on the toilet!?" she snapped.
O-oh--shit.
"T-the t-t-toilet," she said miserably.
"Squat toilet or sit toilet?" The woman barked.
Tala felt tears well up.
"S-squat," she whimpered.
"You dirty little brat," the woman said, punching something in. "Vicky Trueman, get on the belt. Sit with your knees pulled up to your chest. Follow all instructions."
Tala had started forwards, but the woman held out a hand. "Not you."
Tala had moaned as Vicky looked at her, worried, wet-eyed--Tala had hugged her before the woman snapped at them and Vicky pulled away.
Vicky stepped on the scale and then climbed onto the slow moving belt.
Tala watched her go with dismay.
"We have a special protocol for masturbators," the woman said, "but it's not nearly as bad as the one for those who lie about it."
"Oh," Tala whimpered.
The woman had summoned an elevator--stainless steel--which she had entered, going up.
Tala had hugged herself as it opened into a series of rooms that looked a little like classrooms--but with horrible distinctions: at the front, before a white board (and, in each small room, a uniformed 'teacher' was toilet, a bed, a chair next to a computer desk, a bathtub.
She caught a glimpse of a boy, in tears, sitting on a toilet, naked, legs spread. His erect cock was in his hands and he was clearly masturbating. The 'teacher' stood next to him, holding a pointer near his cock.
In the 'student chairs' were monitors propped up and she could see the images of artificial intelligence agents watching eagerly. She let out a little squeaking gasp when the lights above one area lit up. Her's.
The 'teacher woman' in a pale pink uniform reminiscent of a military officer crossed with a nurse, tapped her desk with the pointer.
"Up here, Tala. Today's class is on illicit self pleasuring. Do as I say and I won't have to punish you. Disobey and you'll regret it." the dreadful woman smiled sweetly.
Tala came forward with a feeling of dread and she saw the screens flicker to life with a mix of men-avatars, women-avatars, and cartoon character avatars. All were eagerly staring at her--hungrily.
"Oh, no--" she moaned.
The teacher stepped forward and took her hand. At the front of the room, on a raised tile platform was a squat toilet. Tala shook her head.
"Please--"
Notification lights flashed on several of the desks. The teacher had stepped over and taken her hand. She gave a slight sigh, looking over the electronic 'students.'
"Miss Namily-Direction," she said, indicating one of the animated female avatars in a sharp suit.
"She's resisting, mistress instructor! Punish her!"
There was wide agreement from the beaming faces.
She drew Tala to the front of the room, ignoring the other flashing lights and nodding, enthusiastic avatars.
"Tala," she said, standing close to the quivering girl, "You are going to undress, get over the toilet, and demonstrate what you did the last time you masturbated on one of those. This is training for our AIs."
She paused, and then said, almost gently, "Should we start with a few swats to make sure you are in the right frame of mind for compliance?"
When Tala didn't answer, the teacher moved her hands to her white robes and loosened them, dropping them to the floor. Tala moaned and covered herself. The notification lights blinked eagerly.
"Spread your legs, and place your elbows on your knees," the teacher said.
Tala gasped and sniffled. The position pushed her buttocks out. She felt the teacher's pointer tap her.
"This day will be hard enough," the teacher said softly. "You don't want any more punishment than you absolutely must have."
Tala gave a little groan.
SNAP! The blow seemed to have a sharp cut into the meat of her buttocks. It felt like a pencil-thin slice of a whippy wire.
She let out a shriek and almost jumped up.
"Two more," said the nurse.
Ohh---
SNAT! "Ah!"
Tala let out a wet cry. The line of pain blazed across her bare buttocks.
She didn't have time to process it before:
SNAT! "Aiiiiiii!"
Her cry was throaty. She jumped. Ow!! The thing hurt like an electrical shock.
"You can rub," the teacher said.
Tala did. She looked balefully out at the electronic eyes and the grinning AI-faces.
"Tala is going to show us how dirty girls misbehave in private. The toilet is very private most of the time, isn't it, Tala?"
After a pause when she realized she needed to reply, she sniffled out "yes, miss."
The teacher nodded, please.
"When your charge finds themselves alone and unmonitored," she told the faces, they will often see this as a good window to misbehave. The average time it takes to do one's business in the bathrooms is between one and seven minutes. Any longer should be suspect. Now, our trainer, Tala, is going to step up and demonstrate how your human charges will pleasure themselves. Even on the toilets."
The AI students audibly snickered and, still holding her buttocks, a miserable Tala stepped onto the tiles and then put her feet in the areas straddling the toilet trench.
The woman's pointer tapped her buttocks and she lowered, moaning in humiliation into a squat. Now she had to pee terribly--but, of course, the thought of doing it here was unthinkable.
"Tala," tap-tap-tap, "put your naughty little hand down there and show them how you do it."
Tala gave the woman a teary, pleading look--but then she did as she was told.
"Now, our girl is going to work herself. If she does not to my satisfaction, we are going to have another punishment session--and so on, until I am satisfied. Let me know if you would like some more strokes, Tala," she said cheerfully.
Tala moaned.
"Give her a good going over," the teacher instructed Tala. "If you don't orgasm for us, you'll really regret it! And don't think about trying to fake it, the room has sensors." Her pointer tapped Tala's bottom.
Tala let out a throaty whine as she started to work.
"She is fantasizing about being punished," the teacher said stepping behind her and placing a hand on Tala's hair."Finding out what she pleasures herself to will be an important part of you mastering your charge."
"You should design your dominance-discipline around whatever your charge uses to please themselves. Open your legs more!" she snapped down at Tala, who let out a loud whine of complaint, but spread her knees.
"How do we know what she's pleasuring herself to?" asked one of the avatars.
"Looking at whatever media they consume when they're thinking about touching is good," said the teacher. "You can also hook them up to an arousal meter and show them various media--check their response."
"Of course if I catch a new charge at themselves--" she tapped Tala's buttocks. "Put two fingers in your puki and vibrate your palm against your clit," she ordered Tala. Red faced, Tala wailed--and the giggles from the animated characters drew another humiliated cry.
Her two middle fingers crooked into her vagina and her hand massaged her vulva, working wetly against her clit.
SNAP! The switch-like pointer cracked against her buttocks. She yelped loudly.
"You're sopping, nene!" scolded the teacher. "I want to HEAR wet sounds--smack-smack-smack---work your puki HARD." SNAP!
"Augh! Yes miss," Tala gasped.
She drew her fingers in and out slightly and to her horror, she did hear a faint wet smacking sound as her fingers worked in her channel and her palm connected and broke from her sex.
Gales of laughter from her audience. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Squatting on the toilet like this," the teacher said, "induces her to need to pee quite badly. If you don't cum, Tala, you'll pee in the most humiliatingly way I can think of!"
Tala's moan was soaked in wet misery. She worked herself as hard as she could--a crack on her pursed buttocks once in a while with a snapped reminder to keep her legs spread for the audience.
It was awful and she realized, with mounting horror, she wasn't going to be able to finish. The punishment WAS making her aroused--badly--painfully--but she couldn't--she just couldn't--get over the utter mortification of cumming on a squat toilet in front of a jeering audience!
Oh, she couldn't!! She'd fantasized about various horrible punishments--but this was awful in ways that she didn't think she'd have DARED consider either alone, hidden, in the bathroom or in her bed at night when she thought her mother's vigilance had slipped.
No--she tried hard--but the mere threat of trying meant she couldn't do it--she NEEDED to--oh--oh, mercy she needed to--she felt like a crampy weight had settled in her stomach and lower and her cilt was beginning to complain about the attention.
She looked up in horror at the teacher who, thankfully, looked quite pleased with her distress rather than upset with her.
"Can't make it, nene?" she asked in a softer voice.
Tala's voice had already cracked to pieces with tears and she shook her head, eyes leaking and sparkling with her tears.
The teacher nodded. She crouched down to Tala's level. "I think you've had enough of this, then," she said. "Let's finish up our punishment here and you can go to the evaluation station."
Tala swallowed a painful lump of tears. The idea of going anywhere but home to curl up in bed and sob after this was horrid. But she had to get out of here.
"I'm going to follow through on having her punished for not orgasming," the teacher said. She had a tight, translucent rubber panty that fastened and unfastened at the hips.
Tala moaned as she put it on, stretching it across Tala's vulva and over her buttocks. It clung, sticky and tight to the skin.
"This is a rubber barrier. It's holding her quite tightly," the teacher explained.
She took what looked like a hitachi vibrator wand--but Tala knew better--
"No--mistress!! Oh please!!"
"No begging!" scolded one of the Artificial intelligences.
"Give her extra!" Said another.
"And longer!" one chimed in.
She looked at them with a horrified expression that they all appeared to appreciate.
The teacher ignored her students.. "I'm going to run it at a high level for just a few seconds," she told Tala. "You can grip me for stability."
Tala's fingers were still stick and wet with her own fluid but she held the teacher desperately s she felt the bulb of the instrument against her vulva.
When it came to life she gave a little shriek. The Pull Field seemed to hit her like a horrible warm 'wave' against her lower regions. She immediately voided her bladder into the tight confines of the rubber panty.
She wailed for the seconds--which felt far longer--until the teacher de-activated it, leaving her squatting, the panty bulging with the pale yellow of her hot urine.
Unable to close her legs--but desperate to, she squatted before the class, moaning.
The teacher ordered her there for an interminable five minutes of thick sobs and moans, the humiliation and degradation of sitting in the rubber sealed puddle of her own pee was magnified by the translucency of the rubber--everyone could see it.
When the teacher undid the hips and the urine splashed down into the basin, leaving her naked, she moaned and was walked bowlegged, and still wet, to the hall where, towards the end of it, colorful plastic slides waited.
"Down you go," said the teacher. "Those lead to the final level. You'll get a very sound spanking there--but then you'll be released. You did fine," she added.
Tala wasn't sure how she was glad to hear she'd somehow 'done fine', but she was. It added insult to injury that the teacher gently helped her onto the slide and she felt herself drop down the smooth, soft plastic.
THE SPANKING FACTORY -- VICKY
Vicky had huddled naked on the conveyor belt as it trundled her around the corner. She was surprised to find that it split off in several ways--but a moving gate shuttled her down one of the paths. Signs made it clear that any motion to get off the belt or slow things would be met with many additional punishments.
Stick figures emitted tear-drops over the laps of other stick figures, showing how recalcitrant girls would be handled in here.
The belt led through a couple of interchanges that all seemed to be set to send her down a long corridor. It passed through a square hole in the concrete and she was shocked when a gate slid shut behind her. This track was one way.
She was naked--her widget--now she felt even more naked without it. Still, as the conveyor drew her further and further into the mountain, she felt a rising unease.
She knew what was going on around her: her widget had an "intrusion package" installed on it. Inside the area, on the local network, it was supposed to be able to compromise the network and do whatever it did--presumably return information to her handler containing data on whatever was behind Tersnia's amazing technical and economic accomplishments.
Sumi had said that whatever the "intrusion package" was, if it was able to penetrate their network--even here--even with the widget hooked up to the factory's electronics--if it had any chance of working it would be an unbelievably sophisticated piece of engineering on the part of America. The core technology Tersnia used as its foundations was far in advance of what was commonly seen, even in the city's center.
Sumi had thought that if the intrusion package failed on contact, she would be quickly reunited with Sumi as her current peer-caretaker--'owner' in the Islander language.
That didn't seem to be happening. She remained on the conveyor belt--cool under her buttocks. It moved along, now rapid and seemingly rushing, the concrete walls tight on either side. There were dim lights at regular intervals--but now she felt like she had traveled far past the outer walls of the Factory.
Where was she now? Somewhere in the bowels of the volcano? Did the conveyor lead to a chasm over an ancient lava pit?
Ahead was a light--not a red lava light--but a more ordinary interior fluorescent one. She retracted her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her shins and hugging. There were sounds above the regular sounds of the conveyor system but she couldn't place them.
The conveyor came to an end, spitting her out onto oiled rollers in a green painted room. Off the belt were machines--computer systems, she thought--but unlike systems she'd seen before. They were square columns 14 feet tall, extending from the floor to the ceiling and appearing to be made of a slightly rusted yellow metal.
They looked old in a way that was unsettling. There were bulging computer screens like she remembered from pictures taken in the 1980's. On the metal surfaces were grids of insight lights, some flickering, some steady--and what looked like ports for connectors she didn't recognize.
The sounds were associated with clicks of the solid-state electronic switches, a hum that she associated with old radios, a whirr of--of tape drives? And muted tones that seemed generated when certain lights came on.
The room wasn't cold--but it was cool. She uneasily slid her foot off the roller-belt and down to the floor. It felt slightly gritty under her feet. She was glad there weren't people here--but being alone didn't feel good either.
"APPROACH THE TERMINAL" the voice was almost without question electronic in origin. It came out of ancient looking speakers embedded in one of the pillars. The 'terminal' was an ancient CRT with amber letters on it. It was clearly meant for her, since it was flashing APPROACH in big letters composed of ASCII art.
An old-style camera-lens gleamed next to it--this was how they were tracking her.
"Who--" she started.
"APPROACH THE TERMINAL"
The voice's pitch warbled slightly and had hard edges and electric tones to it. It sounded like a robot's voice on a 1950's science fiction program.
"FASTER, NIXLI," it crackled. She picked up the pace. She knew that the common Tersnian term 'nene' meant something like 'little girl'--what did 'NIXLI' mean?
She stood in front of the terminal and she listened to a harsh machine-gun rasping like the sound of an old dot-matrix printer. Numbers and words she didn't recognize scrolled up the screen too quickly for her to make out.
"ANALYSIS COMPLETE, NIXLI. MOVE TO THE INTAKE PORT FOR BEHAVIORAL-SOCIAL IMPROVEMENT."
To her right, against the wall, a white plastic sheet had snapped up revealing a brightly lit alcove full of brilliant fluorescent lights, white plastic, and white padding that looked inflated--like on a bounce house."
She moved uncertainly towards it. Inside the alcove was a grate floor and at the back, a white plastic wall on which a panel on the white rear wall lit up showing a figure standing in the alcove and bending over the white padding. From the curves on the figure it was clear the subject's buttocks were pushed out.
Ugh.
"ASSUME THE POSITION." The interior lights came on, flickering before coming fully lit. Ugh. The padding was firm under her belly. She grit her teeth and pushed her buttocks out. What WAS this place. Behind her, the plastic shield slammed shut with a faint 'wwwwwshhh!' sound. She jumped but when she tried to straighten in surprise, she felt a pressure on the small of her back. It didn't so much "hold her down" as create pressure that resulted in her remaining more or less in place.
CLICK--WHRNNN.
The mechanical sound was joined with the feeling of the alcove she was in, rotating. She craned her head over her shoulder, feeling even more intensely naked as the alcove seemed to rotate like it was on a carousel.
WHSSSHCK! The plastic shield snapped up.
She could see a white room. It was, she thought, like something out of a science fiction movie--white plastic and rounded corners. There were more of the bulging CRT screens and what looked like a dentist chair or gynecological exam table.
There were also floor-to-ceiling glass tubes that looked to her like they were filled with some kind of blue fluid. Instead of being gleaming and clean, though, it looked smudged and dirty.
"WELKOMEN NIXLI," an electronic-sounding female voice said. "IT SEEMS WE NEED A MORE THOROUGH EVALUATION OF YOUR LEVEL OF CULTURAL CONTAMINATION AND DOMINANCE ELEVATISTIC LEVELS. I AM SUMMONING BIOMID ASSISTANCE. IN THE INTERIM I WILL BEGIN THE EXAMINATION. PLEASE SPREAD YOUR FEET FURTHER APART."
It was clearly some kind of AI--she got that--but the AIs she'd encountered had always communicated in perfect English. This was... different. There were odd language choices, some words she wasn't sure of, and the voice itself sounded a bit... raspy--like a faint electronic hiss.
A unit on a mechanical arm--it looked like the positionable X-ray unit dentists used, had swiveled over to point its cylindrical tube at her buttocks.
"WHEN YOU ARE READY TO RECEIVE PUNISHMENT, YOU MAY BREAK POSITION AND ADDRESS THE DISCOMFORT," said the voice. "THE LONGER YOU REMAIN IN POSITION, THE LESS SEVERE THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE."
What? What did--OH!
The sudden gripping sensation of a nearly unbearable itch centered on her anus--but also dancing horribly on her buttocks, erupted. She gasped! Vicky's hands gripped the padded surface and her legs danced. She tried to shift her buttocks away from the device which seemed to be 'beaming out' the devilish itch--but she couldn't escape it.
A wet moan, and her hands flew back and grasped her buttocks. Thankfully the horrible sensation ended as abruptly as it had begun before she could score her flesh with scratching. She panted. Ohh--ohh--uhhh---
"EXVAL COMPLETE. PLEASE MOVE TO THE SEKTON TWO BED."
A light blinked above the gynecological bed. Shuddering, Vicky walked, tentatively across the floor, her hands still covering her buttocks. The device on a track and adjustable arm, followed her.
"POSITION YOURSELF FOR EXVALUATION. PLACE YOUR FEET IN THE CONTAINMENT STIRRUPS."
Vicky looked with dismay at the dental style bed with wide stirrups. She glared at the arm with the 'camera' thing on it and looked around. The room continued on to a heavy looking industrial door. She doubted she could escape this just by running.
She climbed on. She forced herself to exhale and spread her feet. At least no one else--no one human--was here to see this.
"PLACE YOUR HANDS IN THE IMPROPER POSITION." A screen overhead showed a cartoon image of a girl's area with her fingers covering her vulva, one of her fingers lay on the image of her clitoris.
Did it really want her to--to put her hands there. The image flashed, impatiently, she thought, and she slid her hands down until they lay over her sex. It felt tender and warm... and moist. Ugh.
"WHEN YOU ARE READY FOR CONSEQUENCES," said the voice, "MASTURBATE TO ORGASM."
She flushed, horribly. What??
The overhead screen flickered, images changing rapidly.
"KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON THE VISUAL STIMULUS." Patterns shifted--flesh colors--what she was pretty sure was genitals and buttocks. An image resolved, in phases, first a splash of colors, then taking shapes--a yellowish carpet.
Something that looked like a big office copier. Desks--an office--not a modern one either--like--like something out of the 1950's.
Women in dresses with old-fashioned hair sat at their desks, working on typewriter-like machines. She could see that they wore collars around their necks. At one station, the girl stood. Her desk height had been adjusted so she could work on the device without sitting. The back of her skirts were pinned up, showing a bright pink bottom, bare--and on display to the entire office.
Vicky could see her squirming, blushing badly as young men in suits and ties walked by behind her, smirking as their eyes moved to her backside.Vicky's finger stroked her clit, ghosting over it--as the camera moved to show the girl's feet.
She was wearing high heels with padlocks on them and her ankles were cuffed apart with a spreader bar that lay loosely connected to the ankle restraints so she could walk by shuffling her feet but couldn't close her thighs. The camera moved closer: someone had applied pink lip-gloss to her labia.
Vicky wrinkled her nose--but--ohh--there was something--a great deal, really--about this--her finger stroked gently.
Smack! A female hand gave the girl a light spank on her buttocks and she jumped. An older woman, elegantly dressed--the office manager--stood behind her, close, her manicured fingers caressing the junior girl's anal cleft. The punished girl looked up, into the eyes of the older woman, who smiled cat-like at her.
The older woman seemed to savor her girl's discomfort at the touch and the situation and said something--there might have been voice--but it was muted and indistinct. The younger girl blushed and stiffened. Another pat-spank, and ohh! The girl looked with dread across the office at one of the doors.
Vicky could see her co-workers stealing glances at her, clearly fascinated with the drama unfolding but trying to avoid her notice. The office manger stroked the hair of the girl fondly and even bent in to give her a surprisingly passionate kiss on her lips.
The younger girl visibly trembled. The office manager gave her a spank! Pointed. Go. The girl miserably started to plod awkwardly across the floor. Hungry eyes tracked her as she shuffled by. Vicky tried to move her hands and got a little flickering spasm of terrible itch around her anus. Oh! She kept her hands where they were, covering her vulva. Watching the girl's pert, spanked buttocks shuffle past her co-workers, she stroked around her clit.
Watching the girl's humiliation was unpleasantly delicious.
The girl knocked timidly at the wooden door, paused, and getting some signal, opened it, blushing furiously. The man inside the large office looked chiseled, handsome. He wore a dark gray suit that might have been Tersnian in cut--but was just noticeably slightly off what Vicky was used to. He met her eyes with a slight grimace.
He didn't look sympathetic, exactly--but it was clear he wasn't glorying in her coming punishment. Vicky, gently stroking herself, thought she looked cute in her distress. He asked her a question, she nodded, blushing harder. Her eyes were focused on an odd black paddle on his desk. It had a few blinking lights near its handle and the material looked like leather--maybe--but a darker shade of black than she had ever seen.
Pink and yellow lights blinked on its surface. Vicky saw her sex clench hard when she looked at it. It was clear she feared and loathed it. A quick cut: the girl, squatting low, naked, in a bathroom, sobbing hard into her hands. From within her sex--under the skin of her buttocks and wrapping around to her sex, a faint light throbbed.
Vicky watched what must be a flashback of the girl, moaning, her hands moving from her tear and mascara-streaked face to hover near, but unwilling to touch, her swollen region. As the dim pink light throbbed from inside her, Vicky realized this wasn't meant to be representation--whatever the paddle had done, it had somehow kindled a glow that left her inconsolably sobbing over the squat toilet, unable, perhaps, to stand or sit, and periodically, helplessly, dribbing pee as the light throbbed.
He gave a command and, with a terrible look on her face,Vicky watched her unhook her skirt and then, whimpering and reddening, undid her blouse and pulled it off.
At his word, she left her clothes in a puddle on the floor and shuffled before him, placing her hands behind her back, blushing down to her breasts. She wore nothing but the collar, the ankle fetter/spreader bar, and the locking high heels. Her hairless sex blazed pink with the lipstick. Her buttocks were a different shade from the spanking she'd received. She was sniffling, battling tears, clearly mortified.
She stood before the man, her spread legs showing off the marked, swollen sex. He spoke to her--a gentle scolding, Vicky thought, rubbing faster. She nodded in wretched agreement--then, it was clearly time. He rose and she, gasping, trembling, came forward to bend and place her hands on the desk.
But he stopped her, coming close, and holding her for a moment. Vicky watched her lean against him, her eyes closed, whimpering, He stroked her hair. Vicky watched her screw up her courage and ask something, looking up at him, moist-eyed.
Surprised, he did a double take. He gestured at the paddle. She shook her head, pleading--please, sir! Not that! Please!!
He seemed flummoxed for a moment by her pleading--and she said something that gave him further pause. Some negotiation. Sir--could you instead--
He hugged her and their eyes met--Ohh!! She KNEW him--she--she--they--were together? Somehow? A secret? Maybe? Maybe not--but her big pleading eyes had their way, and he bent in and gave her a kiss over her mouth. She kissed him back--still humiliated and naked and vulnerable--but ohh.
He guided her down, one hand on her shoulder, the other cupping her rear, his fingers laying between her cheeks. Her hands clutched the edge of the desk, she pushed her buttocks out.
Vicky gave a little moan as his fingers probed her vaginal cleft, coming away wet with her oil. His fingers moved up to her anus and rubbed against it. She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head to the side. Ohhh--Ohhh--
Vicky boiled with humiliation--but this--this movie--this... fantasy... was far too close to her own weaknesses--her own thoughts--for her to deny it. She was rubbing herself--masturbating delicately.
The man spanked--slaps to her buttocks, making them jiggle. Little gasps from her. His other hand under her so the fingers of his left hand lay on her clit. SPLAT. SPLAT! SPLAT! Ohhh! The girl whimpered and gasped--but restrained herself from crying out.
But this spanking wasn't what she'd asked her lover for instead of the paddle. No. Vicky gave a whimper as he undid his pants, his cock erect and thick, jutting out. Vicky let out a gasp! She'd requested punishment sex from her disciplinarian. He adjusted his hips so the head of his cock lay against her anus.
Vicky, biting her lower lip hard, was now rubbing herself frantically as the girl squeezed her eyes shut and the man pushed into her. Her anus stretched to spread, taking the cock as he smoothly drove into her.
Vicky watched her cry out--gasping--out of pain, yes--but also out of... pleasure? Passion? His hips slapped against her spanked buttocks. He was big--and ohh--he was deep inside her. Another draw and thrust---her mouth opened in a cry.
On the floor, her high heels danced as she wailed.
He fucked her--ohhh--ohh, he fucked her--and Vicky felt her own orgasm jump and rise and the screen suddenly blanked and then was replaced with numbers and graphs and a language she did not understand.
She was close to orgasm--but the sudden fierce itch erupting all along her vaginal channel neutralized her passion in a cry of discomfort. She squirmed, moaning on the bed. She would have crooked a finger and inserted it into her vagina and scratched viciously if she wasn't certain that not only would she be punished worse for trying it--but that she was being watched and she couldn't bring herself to do it under observation.
Panting and whining, the sensation ebbed after what was likely only seconds but felt like it had been hours---she panted.
"REMOVE YOUR HANDS FROM YOUR SHAMEFUL REGION" the voice intoned. "PLACE THEM IN THE WRIST RESTRAINTS."
Slowly, biting her lower lip hard, she did. The arm rests had circular cuffs that tightened as her wrists went through. Worried about what it might do now, she lay there. She looked at the screen, humiliated thoroughly. She heard footsteps.
Oh. Shit. She raised her head. A woman in an odd, severe outfit somewhere between a military uniform and a nurse's dress came forward in measured strides. She wore white leather gloves and carried what looked like a riding crop. She stood between the spread stirrups looking down at Vicky's naked body.
Vicky was surprised to see she looked more... European... than islander. The woman took the crop and traced it gently over Vicky's naked pudenda.
"You may be the first westerner in these chambers in 100 years," the woman said, tapping Vicky's sex lightly.
Vicky swallowed, but said nothing.
"Camelia DeWan," said the short-haired woman. "Of the DeWan--"
The DeWan family, Vicky realized with a start. This was a member of the royal family that had come to power in Tersnia's history of colonization. Her eyes widened. This woman was royalty and she was here, spread and naked.
The woman nodded, pleased, it seemed that Vicky knew the name.
She moved closer, placing her hand on Vicky's inner thigh. She looked at the monitor. "The system thinks you have poor self-control... very sexually submissive--aroused by humiliation--" she rubbed the smooth inner thigh. "I can't read some of that. Ohh--respond nicely to punishment sex!"
Vicky glowered. Then "What do you mean, you can't read it?"
"Some of it," the young woman said, drawing the pad of her index finger across Vicky's anus, "is in something similar to English. Some it is in no language we know--nor have been able to translate."
"You didn't--build it?"
"No, little spy," said the girl. "We did not. It came, interfaced with the volcano, some time in the early 20th century. It appeared interfaced with the prison. A great deal of our advancement is due to reverse engineering of it."
As she talked, and stroked Vicky's thigh, a wheeled cart, moving autonomously, trundled over to her. She glanced at it, and smiled. "The system has come to a conclusion."
Vicky's amazement warred with absolute embarrassment at being nude and spread before this woman. As the woman opened the hatch on the top of the cart, she continued.
"We think that it was due to some deep similarity between my great-great-etcetra-grandmother and their own ideas about domestic discipline. Certainly from what we can tell, they shared ideas and while they were far more technologically advanced--"
What came out looked like a shiny hot-pink diaper. It was absurdly thick, the central bottom padding almost 10 inches. When the woman moved it to Vicky's region, the thing seemed to inflate, swelling even more and locking around her with a suction.
She gasped, feeling the slick material bulge into her intimate crevices. It felt like it sealed against her waist. The restraints unsnapped.
"It's a mild chastity and disciplinary device," the woman said. "No need to be too concerned." Vicky wasn't so sure. Her anus felt slightly opened and she could feel the material in both her front and rear. It wasn't expanding enough to hurt--but it had an invasiveness that was worrying. Also, she couldn't walk in it. The woman helped her down onto the floor. She could crawl.
A tube, like an enema tube connected to the rear of the diaper. On the other end was a hand-hold device. It was a kind of leash. The woman touched one of the controls and a need to poo--combined with a sensation like thousands of ants were swarming over her sex and bottom made her gasp.
"It looks like it wants to show you around," the woman said, gently. "This is quite an honor for an outsider. It must quite like you!"
Vicky whimpered.
"When it appeared," the woman said, walking with her, 'encouraging' her to crawl along, "not only did it merge with the physical structure--altering it substantially--but it also somehow seems to have... altered its history."
"We have uncovered evidence of its influence well before contemporary reports show sock at its appearance. It may have inserted itself not just into our world--but also into our timeline."
They moved through a door--a kind of white plastic-looking bulkhead like Vicky would have expected on a 1970's science fiction program, and into a series of corridors with indirect lighting along the floors that looked like, well, something out of Star Trek. She could see the old-fashioned amber-screened CRTs built into walls and alcove stations flicker with data as she crawled past.
A couple of other girls--younger islanders--in similar, but simpler dress hurried about diligently. In one glass-walled room, an islander boy lay face up on an exam table, his legs around some kind of machine that connected to the ceiling with rubber hoses and wires and the bulk of it shifted and pumped between his spread thighs. He was gasping. The machine was clearly 'riding' him and as he moaned and thrust, it was clear to Vicky that this involved pleasure--although she was pretty sure the desperation and look of mortification on his face meant punishment was intimately involved as well.
Along the partial plastic shell of the machine, lights flickered and one of the nurse-girls, altered things on a control pedestal. Vicky stared.
"It's feminizing him," the woman said. "Hard to explain--but as it takes him, as his response increases, it seems to infuse a kind of domesticity... submissiveness... need for sexual domination--"
Vicky stared. The boy arched his back--gasping--he was fighting it. The nurse gently wiped his forehead as he moaned. Vicky couldn't hear him through the glass walls but she could tell this was a boy on the brink of ejaculation. His legs clenched against the smooth sides of the device. As it shifted and pumped, she caught a glimpse of a thick probe pushing deeply between his buttocks.
"This is a social ordering center," she said. "It was used--by them, we think, to instill the hierarchy of dominance and submission my family envisioned. When it 'collided' with us--pushed at least partially into our world, we think it was damaged."
Vicky could see round screens on mechanical arms moved so the nurses could see them. The image was the boy's erect penis and gaping anus. His cock was thrusting desperately and she could see bulging veins, the shaft covered with glistening leakage. His bare scrotum was thickly, terribly swollen. His anus seemed to quiver and spasm on the monitor.
"For whatever reason," the woman said, "the system has brought you here. It doesn't communicate with us in a clear and direct fashion--not usually. As far as its concerned we are near-alpha--the local leaders--masters and mistresses of the island--but not in charge of it."
Vicky stared. Around an inset door further down the hall, dim amber recessed lights flickered on.
"Ah," she said. "It's ready for you."
"Oh, good," muttered Victoria, and gave a soft yelp as the woman triggered the discomfort sensations around her encased region.
The room was set up as a small college lecture room. Vicky was mortified to see several people in the seats wearing versions of the strange uniform. She was crawling, the huge diaper-thing encasing her region, the tube the woman held looking like a leash. She saw Sumi and Malic sitting next to a fierce, strong looking woman. She saw several other people who looked like they might be related to the girl leading her.
Oh, great, more royalty.
Sumi brightened and waved from one of the seats. Vicky gave her a pleading askance look--and Sumi smiled and gestured with her hands--Easy, nene--you're okay.
Easy for you to say, she thought.
At the front of the room, where a professor would stand, was a shiny red machine with chrome elements in its face.It was the size of a large refrigerator and it was imposing in a way she couldn't quite define.
The woman led her to it and, coming before it, executed a kind of curtsey-squat-twerking motion that Vicky would have been embarrassed to do in front of all those people.
Whuuumm--Vicky startled as a wind came from the box--no--not a wind--it just sort of seemed like one--it was an ephemeral force--a flow--of information projected at her--into her mind's eye. The images were smirking, elegant people in odd clothes, dipping to curtsey before it as the woman had done. Then less elegant boys and girls--all younger looking, kneeling before it, lowering their foreheads to the carpet and, at the same time, reaching back to lower trousers or raise skirts so their bottoms--either bare--or clad in frilly panties--even the boys, she saw--were displayed to anyone watching. Finally, images of wretches--skinny boys or nearly naked girls--all looking miserable and smudged, being led before it on leashes or with escorts and to her shock and horror, squatting before it, legs spread wide, and... peeing--on the floor!
Just a trickle from them. An act of abject submission.
She was reeling from this set of images and information as the woman adjusted the hand unit connected to the tube running to the inflated-looking diaper and Vicky felt like big, puffy, soft hands, their fingers probing between her cheeks and labia, indicated for her to turn and face the audience.
She did, horrified at being the center of attention in this awful state---and the woman, leading her moved to a lectern.
"Greetings," she addressed the room, as Vicky cringed, looking at Sumi through her hair, "Our guest--" she nodded down at Vicky, "has been given a preliminary evaluation by the installation."
"It finds her nicely submissive--but extremely undisciplined and in need of much guidance, care, and correction." This brought murmurs and a brilliant smile from Sumi. The woman announced this like she was very pleased with Vicky's 'score.' "You can find specifics in your folios--"
WURRMMM--
The machine behind her vibrated--and OH! OHH! OH!!
She felt her lower-quarters come alive with the awful Time Out Pull field--stronger than she'd felt it before--she felt like she was holding a bowling-ball in her bottom and bladder. She gasped! Her sex raged with a desperate need for orgasm--a thundering frustration enough to bring tears to her eyes.
She rocked back, her hands flying, humiliatingly, to the huge bulge of the diaper between her thighs. It had to be 10 inches of padding and was utterly impenetrable.
She let out a moan, and a loud blast of mortifying gas. Oh Mercy! She wanted to curl up and die! Her hands gripped the bulge uselessly--everyone could see her moaning.
"Your being taught a lesson about showing proper submission to superiors," the girl standing next to her lectured her. The system is quite strict. Try to take your punishment quietly. I can use a noise canceling gag if necessary."
WHRNNN--OHH!
She couldn't be still--she squirmed! "Please, miss--it's an emergency!" she whispered in a voice cracking with urgency.
"It's going to feel like that," the woman said. "I suggest you hold your potty until it's done with you. It'll be quite bad if don't, and the restriction panty you're wearing will amplify it."
Ohh--oh-no!! More gas--she let out a soft wail.
She couldn't simply take it--she rolled awkwardly onto her back, her bottom facing the machine and in desperation, spread her legs wide--see! Look! Submission--humiliation--please!
To her incredible relief, it backed off to being merely very uncomfortable! She gasped, hearing the wetness of tears in her voice.
WHNNN--a flux in the sensation. She squirmed to adjust--and again it ebbed. It wanted her hips rolled at it---RNNN--Ahh! A wider spread--NNNNNN--an arch of her back!
She lay there, gasping in discomfort as the machine's field worked on her. As the woman addressed the lecture hall, she spread herself wide and lay, exposed, vulnerable, and tightly spread in an attempt to please the machine.
"The intrusion package," said the woman, "has interfaced with our network and penetrated it to an unexpected degree--it appears to have been made with technology similar, if not identical, to that of The Factory."
This brought murmurs through the room.
"The choice of Victoria--" Vicky gave a soft cry of protest as attention fell on her, "seems to have satisfied the requirements of low Cultural Contamination--she was acceptable to the Factory and it allowed her in. The pattern is like that of an invader cell penetrating a body's defenses. The Factory was more than merely willing to accept her. The intrusion package is sophisticated."
The thick, shiny, humiliating diaper-thing around Vicky's region seemed to inflate as the woman spoke, and as it increased in size, she felt the pressure in her bladder and bottom rise as well. She moaned in desperation to maintain control. Under the thick layers of material, she could feel her clitoris and labia aching and stretched--aroused and sensitive past the point of pleasure and on the edge of discomfort approximating pain.
She moaned, tears clouding her eyes. She looked, begging, at the machine. See? She forced her legs wider spread--See? I'm complying--please--ohhh---She pushed her bottom towards it--See? I'm submitting! I'm submitting!!
It seemed her supplication had some success and the discomfort reduced from emergency to merely punishing.
"The Factory has indicated it thinks contact with a sister--or mother--installation is warranted. It recognized itself as damaged and seeks repair. We don't know if this was the expected result or not--but we are going to continue to allow the Americans to operate while we examine their resources."
A question: "What of Victoria?" She heard her name and almost covered her face--but the motion caused a spike in discomfort so she quickly moved her hands to the side, curled into fists, and let the tears shine on her face.
"She will be governed by the preferred party--disciplinary officer Sumi. She has been signed over with a submissive adoption pattern. She will continue the liaison with the American officer. We will observe."
Murmurs. Agreement.
Vicky let out a drawn whine of relief as the punishing waves of the Time Out field subsided. People were rising. She needed to go to the bathroom desperately though. She groaned.
"You must hold it," said the woman squatting by her. "An accident in that garment is awful."
Vicky whimpered. "Your mistress will take you to go as soon as she is able.
It was long, horrible minutes before Sumi and Malic came down from their seated areas to collect her.
She squatted now, the huge, humiliation diaper had been removed and she squatted naked over a toilet, emptying herself in mortification as Malic and Sumi talked nearby. The relief of going was nearly orgasmic--itl left her shuddering and whimpering--feeling a hollow ache and gutted sensation in her region.
Away from the horrible machine, she could cover her face, and she did.
After a lengthy period, she felt Sumi's hand on her shoulder. She looked up. Sumi had a gentle smile on her face. "Long day, nene," said Sumi. She nodded, weakly.
Sumi knelt and started to clean her up. "I'm not sure how much of that you managed to listen to," Sumi said. Vicky huddled against her. She was aware of Malic looking at her naked body as Sumi wiped her.
"They have made a social ordering decision," Sumi said. "I'm your malaki you're my mallit! That means I'm your--" she paused. "Big? Like big sister, sort of--your over-wife? Basically I'm in charge of you--you're my little!" She grinned.
Vicky, exhausted, and aching--her sex feeling swollen and bruised, her anus and bladder feeling a powerful, if dull discomfort, buried her face in Sumi's chest.
"The Factory also gave us a great report on you," Sumi said, having finished cleaning her, and stroked her hair and shoulder. "Punishment Sex is a major fantasy for you!" Her voice was full of mirth--doubly at the cry of horror from Vicky.
THE FACTORY -- LIEZEL
Liezel straddled a low, padded bench. Her bottom rippled with each spank. She was in one of the brightly colored punishment stations and she had been subjected to several light but extremely painful strokes with a cane, a 'hand spanking' in the upturned diaper position from a woman wearing rubbery gloves that seemed to grip her skin, and peel away with each stroke leaving them stinging pink. The spanking had been crafted to land on her buttocks--but also her lower vulva. She'd needed to be tied.
Now, a paddle was being used: smallish, oval, and hard. She could feel the THUMP of each swat--bruising--OW! Pain! She was sure the pictures--taken at each step in the process to be presented to her afterwards (her mother would certainly hand the set in the entry way of their home!) would show quite a progression.
She was sobbing weakly. This had been a disaster. She'd been judged unworthy of Talley--the higher-order boy she'd been arranged to. Instead of having a different option--what she'd wanted--to annoy her mother--she felt certain she'd just been told that the option she'd wanted to avoid was 'too good' for her--above her station.
She yelped at another smack. The woman administering the punishment paused to check her--she seemed to be crying more than the spanking called for. She gripped the bench in misery.
The punishment nurse seemed to conclude she was more or less okay, and with a gentle rub on her blazing buttocks, she administered another swat. WHAP!
Liezel was a puddle of tears when the camera, positioned for maximal humiliation and intimacy took her picture from behind. The woman gave her buttocks a pat.
"Almost done, nene," she said. "Go to your next station."
Liezel pushed up. Owwww. She gingerly reached back, fingers touching her poor bruised buttocks. Tears had flowed, dried, and flowed again on her cheeks. She stood as the nurse made notes on her computer system and her assistant cleaned the padded spanking bench. She would go out into the maze of stations, led by directions on monitors, to the next punishment area.
"Liezel!"
She jumped--shocked--and turned.
Oh-no. She could see Talley standing there, nude, but with a masturbation cage locked over his penis and behind his scrotum, smelling like vanilla cookies. He was clearly at least as shocked to see her as she was to see him.
"What are you--" he started.
"What are you--" she blurted out.
He gave a soft, hoarse laugh. "Mom got me an appointment. They're planning the arrangement ceremony and she wanted--" he made a face--"the picture set, as a gift to your mom."
Liezel felt her face blaze with heat.
"That's--oh!!"
"Looks like your mom had the same idea," he said, dryly.
"Talley," she started. "I don't know if--"
He came forward. This was his next station and the assistant was preparing the paddle with an oil. "I don't know if we're compatible--" she gestured at the Factory around them.
He blinked, taking her elbows in his hands. "What do you mean? My mother and yours went to Central yesterday. It's already on the books--"
Liezel startled at that. She hadn't been told. If their arrangement was already made at Central then it was... official, even without the ceremony.
"I got the impression," she said, swallowing, "that my assessment here was--"
"Wanting?" he asked.
She nodded, and sniffled. Oh, she hurt! Her buttocks--her inner thighs--they smarted and ached!
This close she could smell his adjusted pheromone scent. Fuck, he smelled good--even after the punishment series he'd just been through, he looked... cute. Handsome, even. Fuck.
"Of course it found you wanting," he said. "It wouldn't be The Factory if it was pleased with you!"
She sniffled and he hugged her--careful with her aching bottom. Against his skin, she felt hot and swollen and tender.
"Over here," snapped the nurse--not overly harshly--but he disentangled from her and looked sheepishly at the woman.
Liezel found herself annoyingly relieved. Also, even more annoyingly, infuriated at how bravely he walked to the station. She scowled at his reddened buttocks as he stepped into the station and the assistant punishment nurse fairly lit up with a smile seeing--and smelling--him.
Ugh. Just perfect, she thought, grimacing.
THE FACTORY -- TALA
Tala was sobbing softly. She was 'cuddling' with a large stuffed bear, crying into it. One of the punishment nurses was gently rubbing a cream into her buttocks. Another was stroking her hair. It wasn't fair! It was awful!
They found her utterly 'adorable' and while she was being put through the spanking process, she was furious with herself both for her utter breakdown and what she knew--but couldn't bear--was an extremely light punishment!
Oh--she should be able to bear this! Ohhh!! She couldn't!
Her bottom was pink. Light hand spanks delivered over one of the nurse's knees, the use of a soft-tailed tawse, and another hand spanking in the crouching position with her elbows on her knees, buttocks pressed out, the nurses delighted with her--and calling over their friends to watch! After the abject humiliation of the 'masturbation class' she was a weepy mess and the attention and protectiveness of the punishment nurses was galling.
She'd been scolded. It turned out that her clandestine trips to the low-quarter masturbation parlor had been clocked by her widget. While the place was ostensibly a disciplinary studio, it had been busted two weeks ago... and her repeated, weekly trips were now on the record as a chain of illicit orgasms.
The girl who'd scolded her had been only barely able to suppress giggles at her wailing distress and pleading not to inform her mother.She knew that if what the Factory had put together came out, she would be due a lengthy period of punishment for repeated misbehavior.
Her social media circles would be informed! Everyone at work would know! Her reputation as a 'good girl' would be ruined!
The scolding girl had summoned several of her friends to watch as she informed Tala that her mother had already been informed! That the worst had happened--and that she should prepare herself for a nice period of well deserved punishment!
The girl's mock-sternness had dissolved into giggles at her wails and the other nurses had gathered around her nude, bawling form to pet and comfort her.
A violating finger in her vagina had found her sopping wet--an utter indignity--and now, the chain of delighted punishment nurses were tasked to deliver the awful set of spankings that were the signature result of a trip to The Factory.
In her deep misery, the horrible truth was that not only did she find the attention comforting--but also horridly arousing--and their condescending sympathy for her resulted in the application of punishments that were embarrassingly light--and which she couldn't take!
The combination of all of this, combined with the dread of what would happen when she got home--got to work--got her widget back--and the humiliation of being found out--had left her feeing limp--wrung out--and barking out cries at every swat.
Her buttocks were going to come out of this pink! Not bright red, not swollen and bruised--nod with thickly bruised lines of welts from a cane--no! Just pink! And she was a sobby mess.
"Come along, nene," coaxed the nurse. "This station is just a slippering--it'll sting--but you know you deserve it, don't you?"
Wail!
"Don't you?" a little more archly.
"Yes!! Oh!! I d-d-deserve it!!" she cried out--more humiliation--more defeat. The nurse shepherded her to the station where a tough looking girl nurse held the rubber slapper.
"What's this?" the nurse asked as Tala bawled into her hands.
"This Little needs her slippering. I assure you the poor thing deserves it." The nurse leading her held her close and Tala's nude body quivered with tears against her.
"Well then," said the station nurse, "let's give her something to actually cry about."
The position for this station involved a pulley system with cuffs for her wrists, ankles, and a harness for her body. She dangled, legs apart, but drawn up so it felt like her knees were in her arm-pits.
The horrid position had her bare sex pushed out, her smarting bottom pulled taut.
"She's very tender," said the nurse who'd been leading Tala around.
"Good. I like them tender," said the station nurse.POW!
"Aiiguh!!" The sun-rise of pain flared in her buttocks where the flogger struck. The report sounded to Tala like a gunshot! She shrieked.
POW! POW! POW! Tala wailed hysterically, struggling ineffectively in the restraints. POW! POW! POW!
The flat of the flogger caught her bulging lower labia and the shock through her drew, horribly, a spurt of pee.
She was gasping in humiliated disbelief and horror at her loss of control--but the spanking stopped for a moment as the station nurse, glared at her, hands on hips.
"Oh-no," she moaned! "I'm sorry, mistress!"
"When I was working the streets," snapped the station nurse, "one of the neighborhood underbosses had me tattooed all over my bottom--complex design--lots of colors--I've still got them--but you know what that did, while it healed? Never mind the process which took forever, hurt awfully--and never mind that I had to take the whole thing stripped naked and restrained to the chair--or that I had to look at pictures of my own backside hung up on the wall for years like a trophy! When I got reprimanded--" POW! POW! POW! "--all it took was a light pat--" POW POW WHAP!! "On my bottom--" POW! POW! SMAK! "And I was done."
The station nurse examined Tala blazing buttocks and gave them a rub.
"This one's not going to have much to show on her frame-set."
"We've also got her cute tears," the other said, cheerfully.
"Oh--good." she patted Tala's bottom.
THE FACTORY -- VICKY
Vicky was in the 'wheelbarrow' position--her newly discovered 'least favorite' position for being spanked. She was inverted, her forearms on the ground, ass up, between the spread legs of Malic whom, Sumi had asked to give her a mild spanking.
He 'held' her in place with his left hand, two fingers penetrating into her vagina--while he dropped his hand so that her buttocks jumped and rippled. The spanks were soft, if a bit loud. She was whimpering into her arms. Her hair pooled on the ground.
It seemed that the spanking was meant to be 'therapeutic' in some way--horribly, the little shocks of pain combined with the utterly humiliating position and the intrusion of Malic's fingers combined to help ease--or even satisfy--in some way her urgent sexual frustration.
She looked up to see Liezel, now wearing a thin white robe, waddling badly, clearly having cried copiously, in the arms of a boy who had to be Talley. She leaned against him blushing and sniffling, taking mincing steps.
When she saw Vicky, her eyes lit up--ohhh! Malic easily righted Vicky, placing her on her feet. Sumi, standing by, helped her into one of the robes.
"How was it?" A sniffly Liezel asked, embracing Vicky.
"Bad," Vicky said. She felt Liezel nod against her.
"Did you get a... second opinion on the boyfriend?" Vicky asked.
"Confirmed it," said Liezel with an edge of sourness in her voice. "Mother is going to be SO smug."
Vicky sniffed. She could smell, under Liezel's tears and arousal, the scent of vanilla cookies from the boy-friend. Huh. He really DID smell good.
"Oh--I'm ACHING," Liezel complained in a soft moan.
Vicky nodded. "Have you seen Tala?"
Liezel gave a soft snort.
"Yes, the girls found her adorable. She was bawling her head off and they were all petting her! It looks like she barely even got it!"
Vicky nodded, thinking that Tala's being the 'adorable' center of attention was probably horrible for the girl--she figured the term 'petting' probably indicated Tala had been given several humiliating, forced, unwanted orgasms.
"Apparently I belong to Sumi now," Vicky groused.
"The punishment officer!?" Liezel looked across the room where they were gathered. "Wow! That's... impressive!"
"Is it?" Vicky asked.
"Well, it's a high social-value match," Liezel said. "There's a lot of girls who'll be jealous of you."
"I think having a disciplinary officer as a... 'big'? That sounds like a recipe for a bad time," Vicky said.
"You'll see," Liezel said. "Yeah, it's not--I mean, parts of that will be awfully hard--but on Tersnia, that's actually good."
Vicky nodded.
CODA
Intelligent officer Charlson stood on the train. He'd been summoned to an off-consulate location and he was required to travel in a civilian capacity. His urethra itched. Inside his penis, unable to be scratched, even if he was allowed, the itch was a constant low-grade assault on his attention.
The itch wasn't from infection or hygiene--it emanated from a disciplinary 'control cuff' around his scrotum. The cuff locked on and created a number of sexual discomforts but it didn't prevent access to his cock. He could still masturbate.
He needed to, badly--and he could feel his resistance ebbing as the train clacked along to his stop.
The woman who had put it on--the American woman, an executive at the Quantix corporation--the technical group that owned the Anomaly Installation--had required that he wear it in order to work with them.
He grimaced as the train came to a stop and he exited, squirming as the cuff seemed to adjust its annoying itch to make him want to grip his cock and find some way to rake the inside of it!
Ugh.
Up the stairs and then down a couple of streets, he forced himself to maintain awareness of anyone following him. It was hard, being distracted by the discomfort that now prickled his perineum and the underside of his scrotum. He was also turgid--his cock starting to become erect as the cuff emitted some kind of 'vibration' around his glans.
He gritted his teeth. The female executives were very quick to visit discomfort on their male counterparts in the Intelligence Community--but until or unless the government could gain control of the Anomaly, they were forced to take their lead from Quantix.
He stood before the door's access console, dirty and scuffed, a combination of security pad, biometrics sensors, and cameras with speakers.
"Charlson!" the womans voice came through. "You look uncomfy." He could hear her smirk.
"Let me in," he said, sourly, and the door panel retracted.
They sat inside--the small apartment, rigged with anti-monitoring systems. Some of them he recognized. Others... he didn't.
One of the women wore some kind of slick plastic looking pant-suit. He doubted she could take it off without permission from the other woman. Both were Qantix officers. An ottoman sat before a TV-like system.
"Have a seat, Carlson," the lead woman said. She pointed for him to sit. Like a dog. He flushed with anger and humiliation--but he did.
He sat before them and felt the cuff pulse a prickling itch on his scrotum until he spread his legs for them--submission.
"How did we do?" the lead woman asked.
Straight to business. Good.
"The package was delivered," he said. "We detect no change in security posture. We don't have a good view of what happened in there--but the data from the package should tell us, right?"
"Maybe," said the woman. "It's an interface system. What we get from it will be effectively random--we can't just data dump everything it received into any systems we have access to."
He nodded. That matched what he'd heard.
"The girl is still well under control?"
"I would say," he told them.
"Good--for an American, she does a good job of matching the Island psycho-cultural profile. She can operate here very well. Keep her on a tight leash."
He... nodded.
"Give us the package when you recover it. We'll provide your chain of command with a full report."
I bet you will, he thought.
"Yes ma'am," he said. The cuff pulsed. He winced and spread his legs more to hopefully satisfy it.
"Liking your cuff?" the woman smirked.
Grrr. "Yes, mistress," he said, in a low voice. "Very appropriate." He'd learned the hard way that when asked about it directly, groveling was called for.
She smiled brightly. "I'd enjoy spanking you, pet," she said lightly.
Oh--grrr--ughhh.
"Yes, mistress," he agreed, his face burning with blush and anger. "Over the--" he looked down--"the ottoman?"
"We'll start there," said the woman. "Position yourself."
Gritting his teeth, fuming, Charlson stood and undid his trousers. He'd had enough experience with the cuff to know that it would be merciless if he was anything but compliant. Boiling in humiliation, he lowered is pants and spread his knees as he lay over the padded surface.
The woman had selected a rounded paddle she was patting against her palm. "I'm going to take a while," she told the junior girl in the plastic pant-suit. "Why don't you go fetch us some dinner."
Ughh. Charlson closed his eyes. This was going to be awful.
THIS PART, CONCLUDED
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This takes place on the small island nation of Tersnia which has very unusual laws about sexuality, dominance, and submission--as well as practicing various forms of sexual punishment. It's somewhere in Asia.
Tersnia is an economic miracle and a Technocracy's Technocracy. Run by both a human council and an artificial intelligence, it is wealthy and has advanced technology throughout it.
Vicky is an American who works for a Tersnian company and has relocated there for career prospects (and maybe other interests). She is still in the "Green Zone" section of the city under quarantine for two weeks that all foreigners go through when visiting the island nation.
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Vicky nervously double-checked her work-from-home set up. The desktop computer was fine, but she slightly adjusted the camera to better point at the reclining chair she'd bought for the specific purpose. Her mind roiled as she looked at the camera screen on her monitor—pointing directly down into the chair . . . where her naked bottom and sex were going to sit in . . . 8 minutes? Shit.
She'd cleaned up the apartment in a whirl of energy yesterday—now it looked, well, okay. Clean. Her work group probably wouldn't see much of it, anyway. The camera was going to be pointed at her the whole time—ohh! Ugh! She blushed. She was hugely tempted to say fuck-it and quit and leave. She'd have to leave the apartment and she'd need to get a ticket to the mainland—and then back to America.
Her corporate travel card would be shut down and the payments into her trust wouldn't be accessible . . . so she'd need to just use what she had in her bank account. The disciplinary hold on her passport would show up at any of the official travel offices that would easily get her off the island. She could . . . run to the US embassy? But she knew that was probably not going to work either. Oh—ugh.
Five minutes. She was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was tied back in a tail. The instructions, printed out and laying on her desk, had a number of bold-faced directives.
Wear loose clothing without underclothes. Do not wear clothing you are unwilling to have cut away.
Make-up and cosmetics are unadvisable.
Use the toilet before your appointment.
Remove all jewelry save for wedding rings or ownership collars.
Remove all pubic hair, underarm hair, and leg hair.
She'd visited a salon yesterday for the last item. The girl had asked if it was for punishment and she'd lied and said "no." It was clear the technician didn't believe her—but she'd gotten the non "disciplinary" waxing, anyway. That had been bad enough!
The computer's alert chimed—incoming Call. Shit-shit-shit. She clicked on it.
Ms. Taskirs face appeared—her formal work close—a pale pink pantsuit and wide office-view window behind her looked terrifyingly official.
The severe looking Asian woman looked her over. Vicky felt young and small and vulnerable.
"Are you shaved?" her boss asked by way of introduction.
"y-yes, miss," Vicky squeaked.
"Good. Did you pee?"
Oh-ughhh! "y-yes?" she couldn't quite make it a strong statement. But it appeared Ms. Taskirs was okay with that, anyway.
"Good. The disciplinarian will be there shortly," said the woman. "Once you're positioned, I will invite the team in. Breathe, Vicky—breathe."
Vicky realized she was shaking—trembling—all over. The idea of being naked in front of the team was awful—the punishment . . . she couldn't even really think about that. She didn't know what it would entail but she felt certain she couldn't take anything.
Ms. Taskirs eyed her. "You have six more days of travel quarantine, Vicky-kan," she said, using the diminutive suffix like she would with a child. "you've gotten your first punishment ticket and you're not even in the office yet."
"I'm sorry!" begged Vicky, suddenly. "I just—I got angry—I'm sorry!"
"I know," Ms. Taskirs said. "But you understand that young women don't speak over senior executives no matter what. Certainly not to make sarcastic insulting comments! "
Vicky gritted her teeth. The all-hands meeting had been three days ago and the executive talking about how the tiny island nation of Tersnia had overtaken America in productivity and technology had sounded, well, pretty biased. She'd thought she was on a private channel when she said the executive was being a moron. But it had gone out over the team channel and then on the main one.
She'd gotten a punishment ticket within the hour.
"I didn't—" Vicky started. Her door-alert chimed. Shit. The disciplinarian was here.
"Go let her in," Ms. Taskirs said. "Follow instructions."
Ughhh. Vicky walked to the door of her unit and set it to unlock. The chime meant the officer was in the building. She knew that Tersnia was extremely renowned for its social punishments—but she hadn't even made her 3 week quarantine. Images of the public pillories, stockades, and 'high chairs' flitted through her mind. The sexual element of the punishments was . . . interesting to her—in the abstract—or when it wasn't her. But now—now it would be. The door pinged. Vicky felt like she might faint.
She just stared at it. It was open—the disciplinarian could enter—but she was probably supposed to get it? Oh! She stepped forward as the door opened.
The woman was slim. She wore a uniform that looked like a military uniform to Vicky—severe, with a dark skirt and jacket with insignia on it and shoulder bars. She wore white gloves and had a tool belt like a police officer—but without easily identified objects. She carried a bag. She wore a mask—part of the quarantine protocol. Vicky stood stock-still unable to know what she should do. The woman walked across the room to the monitor, looked it over, identifying the camera and the chair. The disciplinarian's eyes met Ms. Taskirs'.
"We will commence with the punishment in twenty minutes," the disciplinarian said in a clipped tone. Ms. Taskir nodded and agreed in the native language of the island. Vicky felt light-headed. The officer put the meeting software on hold, the camera switching to red—off.
The woman turned.
"You are Vicky Truman?" she asked, holding up some kind of electronic device to look at both it and Vicky.
Vicky nodded, her mouth dry.
"And you have a punishment ticket?"
Vicky nodded again.
The young officer nodded.
"Sit down on the couch," she pointed. "I'm going to explain the process to you."
Vicky nodded. After a moment of paralysis, she moved over and sat on the sofa.
The officer was examining the reclining chair. She opened her bag and took a folded pad and opened it so it covered a good deal of the seat. "When did you last pee?" she asked.
Ohh, fuck. "This morning," Vicky said in a small voice.
"Right after you got up?" asked the woman. She had removed a bar with cuffs on it and was affixing it to the arms of the reclining chair.
"yes'm," whimpered Vicky.
The woman paused, and then went into the bag again, removing another thicker pad which she spread over the first. "You're going to pee in front of all of your co-workers, then," she said. Vicky gasped—she felt her hands tremble.
The woman examined the chair, checked the position of the web-camera and then, satisfied, came over to the couch.
She sat softly next to Vicky and reached over, taking her hands.
"To have a work visa like you do, you must have been extensively briefed and tested on Tersnian discipline," the woman said, gently. "You should have been offered a chance to experience a mild corporal punishment?"
Vicky nodded mutely.
"But you didn't take it?"
Vicky shook her head. She could feel tears.
The woman drew in a breath, seemed to mentally count several numbers, then nodded to herself.
"If I was allowed," she said, holding Vicky's hands in hers, "I'd delay this until after your quarantine period and we'd do this in a punishment studio—I think you'd do better with that—but you broke corporate policy and got a discipline ticket—and since you're under care of the Central Authority, I have to carry it out."
Vicky nodded again. Was there any way out of this? Could she . . . quit? Flee? Plead.
"Let's go to your bedroom," the officer said. "My name is Sumi." She drew Vicky to her feet and guided her back down the hall to where her bedroom door was partially open.
Ugh--her bedroom was a mess: she'd cleaned the kitchen and main space knowing the officer would come--but she hadn't done anything with her bedroom.
Clothes lay piled over a chair. The bed itself was unmade. A couple of empty glasses sat on the night-stand. Vicky blushed dully as the officer took it in--she didn't say anything though.
"Very well--this is meant to be quite unpleasant--and embarrassing--and it's going to be--but it is just a punishment and you'll survive it. I want you to cooperate with me, apply yourself to learning the lesson, and be obedient."
Her voice was, frankly, calming--and Vicky found herself nodding. Maybe if she could be extremely obedient--extremely cooperative--she could get as little as possible.
"Okay, I am going to undress you. I've done it lots before--in both my public job and privately -"
Sumi move forward and gently gathered her t-shirt, drawing it up.
"Everything?" asked Vicky, stupidly.
Sumi nodded. "This is going to be done naked."
Vicky stifled a sound and raised her arms.
"Good girl," Sumi said drawing the shirt over her head. "If you must cover your chest, I'll allow it. Generally it's frowned upon though."
Vicky folded her arms over her breasts. They weren't large and while she hadn't thought she was shy about it, it turned out she was.
Sumi hooked her thumbs into Vicky's waistband and squatted, drawing them down.
Vicky gasped, her face going beet red.
"Put a hand on the wall," Sumi said, not looking up. Vicky, slowly, did.
"Good. Lift your left foot--Your other left--Good."
Vicky realized she'd picked up her right foot first and felt stupid. "Sorry," she breathed.
"It's okay," Sumi said. She had taken the pants off over the raised foot.
"Now pick up the other.
Vicky did and felt the pants come off. She was naked. She pushed her thighs together. She butterflies in her stomach. She thought she might burst into tears. Sumi stood, fluidly, folding the pants and placing them on the bed. She'd folded the t-shirt professionally too.
"Okay--I am going to sit on the bed--" said Sumi stepping around to sit. "And I want you to lay over my lap--here--like this."
She beckoned to Vicky who stepped over and then, awkwardly, lay her stomach on Sumi's lap. Her face lay against the cool sheets. She felt the gloved hand light on her bare bottom.
"Were you ever spanked over a lap?" Sumi asked. She sounded curious.
"When I was little," Vicky said.
"It's okay to feel little," Sumi said, stroking her buttocks. "The humiliation of being punished does that."
Vicky braced herself for a slap.
Sumi continued with her hand there, rubbing slightly.
"When we go into the room," Sumi said, "I'm going to put you in the chair, put on the restraints, and start the call."
Vicky nodded. This was horrible--unthinkably humiliating. To be naked in front of all her new co-workers.
"Then, there will be a brief lecture. You just be silent and say 'yes ma'am' when I ask you if you understand. Okay?"
"Okay," she whimpered.
"Then I will carry out the punishment. It will involve some very light percussive slaps to some sensitive parts of your anatomy," she stroked Vicky's thighs, "followed by the application of a Pull Generator to your pudenda."
"A Pull Generator?" Vicky asked.
"You've seen our Time Out stations?" Sumi asked.
Vicky had: they looked like men's-room urinals to her. White basins with a tube rising from the top to which wrists were affixed. The subject straddled the 'bowl' either facing the wall or facing out.
When they were there, they were in "Time Out." She'd read that Time Out lasted about ten to sixty minutes and had a range of punishment from one to seven. She'd seen pictures of subjects with their pants removed, squirming on the seat. The official pictures showed young men or miserable looking young women fully clothed staring out from the unit.
She understood that at the bottom, where a drain would be in a urinal, was the Pull Generator--the punishment . . . device? Emitter? Whatever it was--that caused the discomfort.
She also had read that on settings of 3 or higher, the subject might have an accident, peeing into the generator--which was both worse for the subject--but also humiliating. If it was going to be a longer time-out or at a higher frequency, the subject often begged to have their clothing removed!
"I'm going to use it at level 1," Sumi said. "For our purposes, that'll be enough."
"H-how long?" Vicky asked.
"The ticket says eight minutes. I have discretion to end it at six."
"Oh." Vicky swallowed. That didn't sound . . . awful? "Is it--is it that bad?" she asked.
"It feels like a combination of bathroom discomfort and sexual urgency," Sumi said. "Technically a sensation of extended plateau without the sexual pleasure. It's uncomfortable--not exactly painful."
Vicky nodded against the bed.
"For a native who has probably experienced both Time Out Stations as well as spankings in school, at home, and in office-life, the experience would be considered mild. For you, I expect it'll be substantially more severe."
Vicky lay there, feeling embarrassed.
"One more point," Sumi said. Vicky felt herself tense.
"You are going to be naked and punished in front of your team, yes? You understand that?"
"Yes," Vicky said thickly.
"Good--it'll seem like the worst thing in the world, I'm sure--but on the Island it isn't . . . it's not that rare. You are aware that there are public punishments for a great range of misbehaviors?"
Vicky knew. She had planned to see some of them--but not to be subjected to them!
"Yes--and that dominants--generally husbands punish their submissives--wives, mostly, in public?"
Vicky nodded again.
"Very well--so what will happen by your experience will be awful--but by Ternsian standards, this is a very mild punishment--mostly humiliating. I am sure that is all the executive you mocked wanted."
Vicky nodded.
Well, if he wanted her humiliated, he'd certainly achieved that. The young officer spread her buttocks slightly, examining her anus. Vicky gripped the bedclothes tightly trying to ride out the intense embarrassment.
"Nhhmm!" a faint squeal. The officer patted her gently.
"Up, Victoria--it's time."
Naked, and blazing with blush, Vicky got to her feet and let Sumi lead her into the living area.
"Sit on the pads--good. Now I'm going to put each ankle in one of the cuffs. Relax and let me work."
Vicky lay on her back, her upper body slightly tilted up by the reclining chair's back so her view was down her pale naked body to her waxed sex. It was framed on both sides by her thighs, pulled back, her feet up and latched into the crossbar that ran at the level of her belly button.
Her bottom and sex pointed directly at the webcam, and she could see her body reflected there--spread, obscene. Even porn wasn't THIS bad. Her sex was pushed towards the viewer and she could see the swelling of her labia--her . . . her clit was visible--barely.
"Arousal is unfortunate--but not uncommon," Sumi said, removing a small oval rubbery paddle from her bag. "We're going to begin."
Vicky's eyes watered as the woman clicked to join the team meeting.
She could see her own look of horror as the faces appeared. Most at their desks.
Ms. Taskirs was in her office. The woman looked stern--but Vicky saw sympathy in her eyes--and in the others as well. They were watching--and they weren't enraged--but they were sympathetic.
"Victoria Truman, you made disparaging remarks on a common-call about Executive Joson Kwaln. These were out of line for your station and rank--they were a show of unacceptable defiance and pride. You have been issued a disciplinary ticket for this behavior and I am here to carry out the punishment."
Vicky swallowed, her mind was a swirl of humiliation and horror--her eyes focused on her bared, naked body, bottom-first in the camera view. She could see her spread cheeks--a glimpse--oh, mercy--of her own anus--the swell of her labia. Oh--oh--ohh-no!
"Because of the required quarantine protocol, I am carrying out your punishment with the team-meeting so that your work-group will witness your punishment. Your punishment will be twenty one strokes with a type-1 slapper to your pudenda--"
Vicky's eyes widened--her what?
"Your kiki," Sumi 'clarified'--"Followed by a six-minute time-out with a pull generator at setting one."
"You are to bear the punishment as issued--do I need to tie your wrists?"
Vicky, blushing terribly, shook her head. She was sniffling already.
Sumi glanced at her ticket, "Madam Taskirs, do you have anything to add before we begin?"
"No," the older woman said. "Proceed."
Sumi laid the rubber slapper over Vicky's pudenda. The officer looked down into her wide eyes.
"The standard is one slap per year of age," she said softly. "Grip the arm rests--don't try to cover up. Do your best to bear it. The first few won't be that bad."
Vicky was petrified--but she managed a faint nod.
Sumi adjusted her stance slightly.
Pap. She flicked her wrist so the slapper rose up and smacked down--not hard--but Yow!! The smarting pain flared over her lips.
Pap. Pap. Pap. A steady cadence started. The pain was a swell of smarting sensation. Vicky felt small noises escape her mouth as Sumi spanked. Her sex was smarting worse and worse--the skin seemed to 'sparkle' with pain and a faint, humiliating feel of wetness.
Smak. Smak. Smak--harder? Was it getting harder--Vicky's thighs quivered as she tried to close them, the ankle spreader preventing her--oh!!
Pow! OH! She yelped loudly.
"Stay spread," snapped Sumi. "That's eight--"
Oh--mercy--eight--just eight? That wasn't even halfway!!
Slap! Slap!
"Ow!" she cried out. Sumi paused for moments, very lightly rubbing the slapper on her swollen lips.
POW! That really hurt! Vicky arched her back, crying out. The slapper hovered. She gripped the arm-rest, white knuckled. Pow! Another one--her sex--tender and swollen screamed. If the crossbar hadn't been fastened to the arm-rests she would have rolled to the side or thrust it away.
Pow! She shrieked again and her hands flew from the rests to cover her sex.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She heard gasps and murmurs of disapproval from the group watching.
"Get your hands off your puki!" snapped Ms. Taskirs. Vicky, crying now, couldn't bring herself to--it hurt! Her sex burned and danced with the awful sensations of the slapper. Her fingers sought to comfort the delicate, intimate skin.
She looked up, desperately at Sumi. The officer's eyes looked kind--but hard. She took each wrist and lifted it, fastening it to the arm-rests.
"Until you are more experienced," Sumi said, "ask to be restrained."
Vicky moaned. Sumi took a wipe and horribly wiped her sex--cleaning the lubrication oil off of her lips--everyone could see it!
She folded the wipe and cleaned Vicky's anus--although as far as Vicky knew there was no reason to--her eyes met Alteha's--her group leader's--and she could see the concern in the pretty girl's eyes.
"We are going to start the count over," Sumi announced, having bound Vicky's wrists tightly.
No! Vicky's mouth opened in a quiet cry.
"Miss disciplinarian," Aletha spoke from her square on the screen, "It's her first punishment ticket--she's an outsider--she didn't know--"
"I'm sorry," Sumi said to the monitor. "The protocols are clear and don't make exceptions for experience or the lack."
"The poor thing can't--" Aletha started.
"This is how she'll learn," Ms. Taskirs broke in. "She will survive the 21 spanks quite well. Her tears will dry."
Sumi began again--the smacks were sharp--they seemed harder, if anything--Vicky wailed, her composure thrown to the side as she yowled and gasped with each smack. The burn of the slapper consumed her--her entire mound smarted with each slap.
She'd lost count--and the punishment seemed to go on forever. It was after a space between the slaps that she opened her eyes--blurry with tears--and saw Sumi had placed the slapper to the side. Her sex was thicker--and pinker--but looked for the most part no worse for its spanking. It hurt, though--she longed to sooth it with her touch--but her hands were bound!
Sumi had removed a device which looked for all the world like a Hitachi vibrator. It was pale pink in color and the head had some rubber-covered cables winding into it. She held it above Vicky's sex--about an inch.
Vicky glanced at the screen and could see the faces of the girls looking at the device with loathing.
"I have the timer set for six minutes, and this will only be at setting one," Sumi said. "Do your best to endure it, Victoria."
One of the girls was biting her lower lip. They were watching--intently--but it was clear they didn't like the device.
Vicky drew in a breath. Sumi switched the device on.
Mmmmm---for moments there was nothing--then--OH! She could feel it--like a vibration that rippled down through her skin and seemed to gather the internals of her sex--her vagina--her rectum--the structure of her clitoris seemed to ripple with a sensation of being . . . pulled? Massaged in a way that felt horrid!
She felt her mouth open--the sense of her clit demanding to be touched--it had sprung from its hood and swollen--and--ohh!! She felt a horrifying urge to touch it--to relieve the need to masturbate! Oh! And then worse--the surge in her bladder and bottom--the need to pee--a feeling of fullness--to poo.
She gasped and clenched--but it didn't let up! Sumi moved the generator slightly, running it along her crescent. She squirmed badly--trying to get her region away from the awful thing. She couldn't move much and she cried out softly as Sumi easily guided the device to keep with her. The faint movements changed the mix of feelings and made it all the worse.
Nnnn-mmmmm--the thing buzzed slightly and Vicky squirmed again--and then bucked--she HAD to get away--she HAD to. In the restraints she didn't accomplish much--where the tears had stopped when the spanking had, she teared up again. Oh--ohh--this was awful!.
She felt a trickle of lubrication run down her sex between her anal cleft. She was lubricating awfully. She felt a terrible need to fart--but, worse, the sensation was ambiguous about what would come out! She clenched and gasped.
Nmmmm--Hmmmmm--Her feet fluttered in the restraints.
"Turn it off--" she begged. "Please!"
Sumi looked placidly down at her.
"Hold still Victoria," the officer said. "Hold still and try to endure it. Moving and squirming make it worse." Sumi wasn't exactly annoyed with the girl--but she did shift the device slightly, letting it focus more of its power on her clitoris. She shifted it slightly back and forth, making the sensation worse. Try to endure it, she thought at the cute American. You will learn.
Vicky couldn't hold still. She could feel the faint motions of Sumi's hand reflected in the plucking of her nerves through her region. Her sex visibly clenched as she grit her teeth and tried desperately to hold her bladder.
The idea of being fucked--hard--a cock deep in her vagina was an overwhelming need. The executive who ordered her punishment--she envisioned the trim Asian man taking her--and she let out a quavering teary moan.
"P-please--please--" she moaned. They were seeing her break down--her sex swelling clenching--squirming--horrible! A loud escape of gas from her anus and she wailed. Sumi blinked--a flicker of a glance at the screen and everyone looked horrified for her.
She screwed her eyes shut--panting--sobbing--near bawling--but the horrible vibration seemed to increase--pulling the urges--the urgency--overwhelming! She needed her clit masturbated--she was desperate for it. Mild cramps in her stomach. The need to urinate was a saw-wave through her self-control.
A wail--and she peed. The camera was pointing straight at her as she wet in front of everyone. Her shriek was high and awful. She was blubbering now--sobbing wetly as the sensations probed her. Oh--how could they stand this!! Where the urine wet her, she felt as if the skin there swelled and ached--inflated from the inside--and, her bladder: the feeling of needing to pee was even worse! Wetting in the pulling field had been a terrible thing.
She squirmed and sobbed and nothing helped--every little movement made it worse and the terrible pull relentlessly stroked her from the inside--her clit--along the channel of her vagina--her anus--even her buttocks--everything quivered and cried out for attention.
She felt like begging to be spanked again--or paddled on her buttocks--just to relieve the urgency of feeling--but she couldn't. Everything felt swollen--inflated--pressurized from the inside and slightly sore for it. She felt like she was holding a bowling ball in her bottom.
Whimpering, she felt the field lower in intensity and wink out as Sumi turned it off. She wasn't exactly relieved--she was still a whirl of punished emotions and a sobby mess.
"Your disciplinary ticket is concluded," Sumi announced. Mercifully, she gave the camera a slight bow, and cut the feed.
"Bathroom," gasped Vicky. Sumi quickly released her and followed her as she rushed to the toilet.
"I will wipe you," Sumi said, entering the bathroom behind her. "Female masturbation is illegal in Tersnia, and you are a risk after the pulling."
Vicky huddled naked on the toilet, sobbing into her hands.
The woman placed a hand on Vicky's shoulder and waited for a time before squatting down and cleaning her up.
Vicky lay in bed on her side. She wore thick panties Sumi had provided and fastened her in. She felt like she did with a mild period--aches--bloating--and discharge. But it wasn't blood--just mucus and lubrication oil.
The thick panty prevented some of the sensation of her closed thighs from reaching her sex. She was afraid of being caught with her hands under the covers in her panties--was the officer gone yet? She hadn't heard her leave! Sumi had dressed her in pajamas and put her to bed--but was she still out there? Would she check in? She tried to relieve some of the still aching urgency in her sex--pushing against the panties--but she finally gave up. And after an interminable period of laying curled up, sobbing in bed, she slept.
She was roused by someone triggering the door chime. She sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes. And then finally stood and padded to the door. She felt sore.
The door's intercom chimed again.
"Who's there?" she asked, hoarsely.
"Aletha," said the girl's voice. "I came from the office. I have some . . . tea. It helps."
Vicky didn't want to see anyone--the girls--the team--whom she barely knew--had all seen her sobbing, naked--punished. They'd seen her pee!
She triggered the door and opened it though.
The woman stood there wearing a jacket, a button-down shirt, and a man's tie. She wore a skirt of the same slate gray as her jacket. The unofficial work-uniform.
The woman hugged her--and Vicky at first stiffened--but then allowed herself to whimper in the girl's arms.
Without asking, Aletha entered, closing the door, and walked past the kitchen nook to the sofa. She sat and beckoned Vicky to come over. Vicky did. She stood in front of Aletha. She was blushing and humiliated--she had no idea what to say.
"I want to show you something," Aletha said. "Please--sit--you're okay to sit?"
Vicky nodded and sat. She was sore and achy--but she was able to sit on the cushions without real difficulty.
Aletha smiled, weakly. "I know that was horrible--I . . . can only guess. May I show you something . . . private?"
Vicky swallowed--nodded. Aletha stood and slowly raised the back of her skirt.
Under it were pale pink panties--somewhat 'frilly;--and high cut so Aletha's buttocks were quite visible.
Aletha bent and drew the panties down. Vicky could see her buttocks--marked with small tracks of welts criss-crossing them. The marks were slightly swollen, and a bit darker and bruise colored. The fleshy orbs of her bottom were marked with what looked like a dusting of powder.
Aletha, facing away, spread her thighs and bent, putting her elbows on the coffee table so that her sex--plump and bare--was visible beneath her buttocks and anal cleft.
Vicky could see the sex--puffy and wet, with what looked like a faint powder dusting over it.
"Feel the switch marks," Aletha said, her head down near the coffee table, her long dark hair spread over it. "Run your fingers on them--"
"I--I--" Vicky was terribly uncertain.
"Please," Aletha said. "Touch them--I want . . . to show you."
Vicky held out a hand and her fingers gently touched the marks. They weren't bad . . . exactly--but--oh--they must have hurt terribly, even so.
Aletha gave a little gasp and Vicky retracted her fingers.
"Keep going," Aletha said. Her voice trembled just a little. "Feel them--what comes next is . . . more intimate--"
Vicky had no idea what she meant--but she put her hand back, feeling the marks.
"Who?" Vicky asked.
"My husband," Aletha said. "I get a punishment every Tuesday, even if I am well behaved--"
Vicky knew that maintenance punishments were a part of Tersnian culture. She listened for any sign of resentment in the girl's voice--but she heard none. Her fingers probed slightly more and she felt the girl push back against or into her. She glided her finger tips over Aletha's bottom.
"Touch them--" breathed Aletha--"as much as you like--"
Vicky had never slept with a girl--but she could see the unmistakable signs of arousal. She could smell the fresh lubrication from Aletha's sex. She traced the marks. Ohh-- Vicky was aware of the published documents about Tersnian culture--Hierarchical sexually--in public this would be unthinkably humiliating--but in private this wasn't--wasn't that unusual she thought.
She'd read about hostesses having punished servants serving naked and on their knees. She'd read about girls--and boys--being punished intimately when visiting friends. She wasn't clear how much she could get away with here.
"Mmm," Aletha said. "Please--Vicky--I know it's strange to you--but please--push a finger into my vagina--just an inch--"
Vicky felt everything . . . shift . . . this request--it excited her even though it felt so . . . alien. Still, the girl was asking--so she did--she felt the soft petals of the girl's sex--and moved her finger in--OH! Something was in there--an egg?
"It's a Tattle-Tale," whispered Aletha. "It measures and reports on my arousal--and will alert if I orgasm . . . or remove it."
"Oh--" Vicky didn't know what to say--
"It's a Tersnian chastity device. I wear it most days at the behest of my husband to ensure I don't pleasure myself." She panted and then turned, standing, to look over Vicky. "What we saw this morning was . . . I know it was humiliating--but you see that it is not so unheard of for us?" she moved to the side and sat next to Vicky again.
"You will come to the office once the quarantine is over--and we will welcome you in. You'll see."
Vicky sniffled. Aletha took her in her arms and held her. Vicky bit her lower lip. After a while, Aletha stood and made her tea in the kitchen. They sat, holding steaming cups, taking small sips.
"What's the longest you've been in Time Out?" Vicky asked.
"At the airport, coming back from a trip to America, I got an hour at Level 3--the last 20 minutes at 4," Aletha said. "I got spot-checked for misbehavior and they put me in front of a Verifier AI and I confessed to masturbating in the American hotel every night I was there . . ."
She blushed hard. "They gave me an enema first, thankfully. I had to wear a rubbery body suit and they put a mute on--so I couldn't bother the crowds--"
"That must have been awful," Vicky could barely imagine it--displayed, straddling the projector, dressed in a slick rubbery form-fitting outfit with the noise-canceling mute clamped around her mouth.
"It was bad," she nodded. "I'm wearing a chastity belt next time I travel off the island."
Vicky considered.
"Speaking of . . . that," Aletha rose. "Pleasuring yourself--even in private--is illegal, if you aren't married and allowed to by your dominant."
Vicky blushed hard. Of course she knew that--she just--
Aletha produced a card--plastic with some punched holes in it. It had a gold band and the outline of what Vicky thought of as a chastity belt on it.
"You can use this. It's a delivery service. They'll come into the travel green-zone. You . . . should use it--when I go--right away. If you don't . . . Miss Taskir will assume . . . well, will . . . guess? That you . . . have misbehaved."
Vicky swallowed.
"Would she punish me? Just for not using it?"
"You're employed--but not married or seriously dating or engaged--yes, it falls to her to police you."
"But she doesn't have to--"
"--prove it? No. She considers her unmarried girls lacking in impulse control--lacking in self discipline." Aletha looked at her. Vicky blushed. She'd been waiting for the girl to leave so she could . . .ugh!
The thought of wearing a chastity belt after all of that--was ... awful.
Aletha stood with her at the door, and gave her a surprisingly passionate kiss on the lips. When the door was closed, Vicky looked at the card that would summon and pay for the belting service. Ugh.
She placed it on the table and made her way back to her bedroom. Legs spread under the cool covers, she found herself. Small motions brought groans and moans from her throat. The images of . . . of everything . . . played through her mind. The spanking of her sex--and she arched--moaning, doing her best to stifle sounds.
How would anyone know?
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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The sun has set while we've been closeted away in the conference room, reviewing endless spreadsheets for this very particular client. I look up from my laptop as she returns, carrying drinks, and closing the door behind her. I rub my eyes and stretch, as she goes about pouring. She's liberated the bourbon and glasses from my desk, I note, as well as some seltzers. She sips hers, and switches on the lamp in the corner, while flicking off the horrific overhead lighting.
"I think that's enough for today, don't you?" she asks, looking critically at the two large screens on the wall, currently displaying a variety of spreadsheets, slides, and reports.
"Yes," I reply, pushing back from the table, and accepting the glass of bourbon she's handing me. The burn of the alcohol revives me a bit, and I unfasten the top two buttons of my shirt. My fingers still on the second, when I notice that she's now shifted her gaze from the screens to me, like a cat watching a mouse. She slinks around the table until she's standing so close our clothes are brushing, keeping eye contact the whole time. She clinks her glass against mine with a smirk, and we both take a drink. She shifts even closer, slipping between me and the table, and now her body is pressed lightly against mine. I take another sip while she sets her glass down on the table behind her. Her fingers dance over my third button.
"The conference room table, really? That's such a cliché, you know," I tease, as she proceeds to open all of the buttons, and runs her hands up my chest to push the shirt off my shoulders.
"Yes, it is," she admits, now tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. I hand her my glass and pull the tee over my head. "Will you forgive my shameful lack of originality?" I reclaim the glass for another sip, then set it aside.
"I think I can make an exception this time," I tell her, pulling her close and kissing her. She tastes like vanilla from the bourbon, and I feel her smile as she strokes my bare chest. I slip my hand under the hem of her blouse and up to cup her breast. Her hips press against mine reflexively as I squeeze. She pulls back slightly to start on her own buttons, as I slide my hand up her back to unclasp her bra. She's kissing me again as we fumble the shirt and bra off, and then her bare breasts are pressed against my chest, and I'm groping her with both hands. She's suddenly two inches shorter, and I realize she's kicked off her heels. I paw at the waistband of her skirt, and she obligingly wiggles out of it, losing her hair clip in the process. I run my thumb over the tattoo on her hip, and take a moment to just *look*. She's all messy hair and flushed cheeks, peaked pink nipples, and long legs as she lounges against the edge of the table. Her panties have a picture of mistletoe, directly over her pussy.
"Bringing ALL the cliches today, aren't you?" I ask, dropping back into my chair, and she snickers. I pull her panties down an inch at a time, savoring the reveal like I'm opening a Christmas present. Once she's naked, she sits up on the table, leaning back on her hands, and I scoot forward while pushing her thighs apart.
Motion across the room catches my eye, and suddenly on the two big TV screens, rather than spreadsheets I see—her. Twice; once on each 65" screen. Oh, yes. This is good. My laptop has gone to sleep and the room's webcam, mounted just across from us, is now the default display. I nudge her slightly sideways, so the camera is catching more of her profile. She hasn't noticed the show behind her, but I'm transfixed. I keep one eye on the screens, visible just past her hip, as I begin to explore her pussy with my fingers and tongue. It's a completely different experience, to see her back arch when I curl my finger inside her, and have it echoed by the women on the screens. I'm looking back and forth between her real breasts above me, and the side view of them on the TVs; her thigh beside my head, and my hand gripping her bare leg on the screens. I always like to see the way she looks when she comes, but in triplicate like this, it's magnificent.
She's catching her breath as I stand up, and pull her up with me. I turn her around, and she jumps, startled by the nude women on the giant screens. The zoom on the camera is fairly close, and her body is nearly life-size. I watch over her shoulder, as my hands slide from her hips, up the curve of her waist, to her tits. She gasps and leans back against me as I play with her nipples. My erection is straining through my pants, but I need to see her come like this.
"Touch yourself for me," I whisper to her. "Like we do on the phone." I feel a tremor run through her body at that, and then her hands begin to move.
It's strange and amazing, to see her on screen like I have many times before, but to also have my hands on her body at the same time. She's watching us too, and looks absolutely enthralled. Her left hand drifts up to join my hand caressing her breast, and her right hand moves between her legs. Her first touch is light, but then I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tighter against me, and suddenly she's more secure and decisive. Watching the two copies of her on the screen, I see her index finger slip into her pussy, and she spreads that wetness up and strokes her clit. She's making little satisfied hums, clutching my arm, and moving her hips, and now I'm dying to feel her. With one hand, I unbutton my pants and shove them and my boxers down. Now my cock is pressed against her bare ass, and I hold her tight against me and groan at the friction. Her movements are becoming a little more frantic, and I watch her strokes on the screen doubles speed up until she's suddenly tensed in my arms for a few long seconds, and then she relaxes.
I'm trying to decide how I want to fuck her when she bends forward over the table, and, watching my reaction on the TVs, spreads her legs a little and reaches between them, to line my cock up with her entrance. I have no regrets about her choice as I thrust into her.
It's overwhelming; feeling her hot and tight wrapped around my cock, while I watch the two couples on the TVs fucking as well. It's more than watching porn; it's experiencing it. I can see her tits bouncing on the screen as I pound into her, and then I can see my hands grab them, and I can feel her nipples hard against my palms. She's moaning, and I brush her hair aside so I can see her better, run my hands down her back, grab her hip with one hand, and watch myself reach around to touch her clit with the other. It works; she comes again in a few moments, and while her pussy is squeezing my cock, I empty my load into her.
I blink a few times to clear the post-orgasm haze, and realize we're bent very awkwardly over the conference room table. I brush a kiss against the back of her neck, and see her image on the TVs look up at me and smile.
"Ok, the gross part," I warn her, and she laughs as I pull out and begin searching for my boxers. She sits up and plucks my button-up from the nearby chair, slips it on, and picks up her previously-abandoned bourbon. She drops into her chair and sips the drink, watching me stumble over one of her high heels as I untangle my underwear from my pants. Then she freezes, with the drink halfway to her mouth.
"Oh my god!" she bursts out, grabbing my arm. "Do you think that was automatically recorded?!" I feel a surge of panic, and drop my pants as I grab the control tablet and begin checking the app. She locates the remotes and turns off the screens (whatever good that would do), and I let out a sigh of relief when I find the correct settings.
"No, it didn't. Jesus Christ, that didn't even occur to me!" I tell her, mildly horrified. She's laughing now.
"I'm actually a little disappointed," she says, finishing her drink and giving me a sassy look. "I could've used a copy of that for when I'm alone. Maybe we should do it again?"
"Well, you know the drill," I reply dryly, pulling up my pants. "Just find a spot on my calendar and book it. But if you really want to make a good video, we should check out the A/V room. It has much better lighting!"
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My wife and I had a scheduled Christmas zoom get together with some extended family members yesterday afternoon. We both finished up our workouts about 20 minutes before, which always gets her going. Something about being all sweaty really turns her on.
While we were chatting with my aunts and uncles she slipped her hand up my thigh. Not expecting this, I twitched at her touch and I'm sure I flushed a little. But this didn't faze her at all. In fact it probably only turned her on more.
She continued teasing me over my workout shorts, grazing the tip of my now hard cock, but never lingering for more than a few seconds. She kept chatting with everyone while teasing me. I squirmed a little in my seat as my cock pressed hard against the fabric of my shorts and my balls tightened. We went on like this for about 20 minutes before someone broke the seal and logged off. Everyone else was quick to follow, which I was incredibly thankful for.
Not two seconds had passed since I shut my laptop before she had my pants down around my ankles and cock in her mouth. Normally my wife isn't too into sloppy blowjobs, but this one was different. She was basically drooling as she took me in her throat. She wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled me deeper into her, gagging on my cock. I think she could sense me getting too close and released me from her throat, with saliva and my pre cum running down her chin.
Her eyes were filled with a lust and desire I hadn't seen in a long time. Without saying anything, she turned around and slowly pulled down her tight leggings around her ass, pausing to let me admire the hard work she's put in over the last months before she stepped out of them.
She gave me a little wink and then playfully sparked her ass before bending over the desk. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands, revealing her wet pussy and tight asshole. I took a moment to admire the sights before pressing the tip of my cock at her swollen pussy. I heard her let out a soft moan as I entered her and felt her grip my cock.
We built a steady rhythm so that as I thrusted forward her ass cheeks pressed against my hips. Her breath was quickening and I could feel her pussy tighten as she got close to orgasm. I knew just how to send her over the edge, and gave her ass several spanks in succession. As my hand landed on her ass one more time I could feel her whole body tighten around me as she came, beginning to shake with pleasure.
I pulled my cock out of her as she turned around and sank to her knees. Instinctively she took me in her mouth to and cleaned up her juices from me. She rubbed my balls with her thumb and pressed into my taint with the other. I was in ecstasy. Not wanting to cum just yet I pulled her head off of my cock and we moved to the nearby couch.
She sat spread eagle with her pussy and ass on full display. I knelt in front of her and buried my face in her wet cunt. She love grinding on my face like this, and she grabbed my hair as she rocked her clit back and forth over my mouth. I took this opportunity to massage her asshole with my thumb, using her juices as lube. Normally she's not very into ass play, but I took her moans and quickened breath as encouragement and kept circling her hole with my thumb. This was enough to send her over the edge again. She bucked and her grip on my hair tightened as she came on my face, moaning loudly in the process.
Now it was turn. I pulled her off the couch and positioned her prone on the floor, my favorite position to fuck her in. Something about this position made her feel even tighter and always finished me off quickly. As I pounded her roughly her ass eagerly bounced up to meet my hips with each stroke. I could feel my orgasm building deep within me and I knew I wouldn't last long.
Sensing this, my wife begged me to fill her up, demanding I cum deep in her pussy. That was all I needed to hear and I unloaded what felt like buckets of cum inside her with a few final strokes. I collapsed on top of her as cum leaked out of her pussy. She rolled out from underneath me and polished off a mixture of my cum and her own juices from my cock. It was nearly enough to produce another wave of cum as I came down from the orgasm.
We have more Zooms planned for the next week or so to celebrate the holidays with other family and friends. I can only hope that they proceed in a similar fashion!
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ZOOM ZOOM CHRISTMAS
My name is Eric and I am the team member on a marketing group. With COVID we have stopped going into the office and have been having video-conference meetings using Zoom. As a team member, I participate in the Zoom call. The calls take place on a weekly basis, usually in the morning on a weekday. There are five men and two women on the team.
My wife Edie and I live in a condo in a suburb that is a thirty-minute drive from work. She works days during the week and must go in to the hospital where she is a nurse. Thus, she is usually not home when we do our Zoom call.
One week, Edie had the day off when we were having our video conference. I was sitting in the den, facing the camera phone, with the door to the den behind me. I was focused on the cameras showing the other participants in the meeting and the documents that formed the basis of our discussions. Suddenly, the other people in the meeting stopped talking and just stared. I wondered what was up until I caught a glimpse of my own camera. Behind me, Edie was dusting the bookcases inside the room. That was fine, but she was topless. Her titties jiggled as she flicked the feather duster over the furniture. She apparently had no idea that she could be seen. Edie would often walk around the house nude or topless before she would take her shower and then get dressed. When I saw her, I immediately hit the button to shut off my video. The boss, Shelton said, "Hey Eric, your video went off. Turn it back on." I turned to wave Edie out of the picture. She didn't understand at first and slowly moved off to the side. I thought she understood, but she was still there, flitting around outside the room, topless. I turned my camera back on.
I was going through several key points from the paper in front of me. I didn't notice Edie walk back in from the side until she put her arms around my neck from behind. She was standing behind me and her tits were rubbing against the back of my head, clearly visible to those on the call. "Excuse me guys." I said. "My wife is playing a joke on me."
Shelton said, "Let's just watch her play the joke for a while." Edie lifted her tits and pushed one nipple into my ear. I couldn't believe my wife was doing this. I had to laugh as she continued to disrupt the meeting. She finally walked away and waved to the camera.
After the meeting ended, I went to the bedroom to find Edie. She was lying on the bed in the same outfit she'd worn in the den. She wore pajama bottoms and nothing else. Her tits were hard. She laughed as I climbed on the bed with her.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
She said, "I didn't realize you were on a video meeting at first. Then, I thought, since they've seen my boobs, why not have a little fun. I don't think I know any of the guys on the call, so I didn't care.
I said, "You do know Shelton, Gary and you've met Rita and Herb, I think."
She said, "Uh oh, I didn't realize you were talking to those guys. Well, I guess they know me a little better now."
The phone rang, it was my boss. I ignored it and made love to my wife.
I called Shelton back later. I apologized and explained that Edie didn't know I was on a call at first since she normally is not home but then she pushed things further. He told me there was no need to apologize. He said it was a good thing Edie wasn't home all the time or I would have to come to the office if I was going to get anything done.
Over the next few weeks, I took a lot of ribbing from the other guys on the team. It was all good natured. They would ask me if I was alone at the start of each meeting. Attendance improved too. the few guys who had missed Edie's exhibition meeting were very disappointed.
The next time something interesting happened was at our last Zoom meeting before Christmas. I didn't realize that Edie had taken the day off until I saw her staying in bed while I took my shower. She seemed to just be sleeping in.
I kissed her good morning and told her I would be on a conference call. "No funny business today, please."
Edie looked up and said, "Did you think it was funny when I showed your folks my tits?"
"I didn't mean funny. Just no fooling around."
She giggled and said, "We'll see." She rolled over like she was going back to sleep.
The conference started at nine. We went through a lot of material in the meeting. Shelton was talking about plans for next year. As usual, I had the camera on me but was watching the charts and not the camera shot of me.
Everyone on the call seemed distracted while I was talking about something. I sensed movement in the room and turned to see Edie in the background, dusting and cleaning. She was wearing a red Santa outfit, a red Santa coat, red sweat pants, red booties and a Santa hat. I looked at her and told everyone, "This is my new cleaning lady. Don't mind her." Like they were going to pay attention to what I said. The meeting continued and Edie worked her way out of the room.
A few minutes later, Edie came back in the room and the folks on the call paused for a minute. I turned and saw that Edie was back. She had taken off her pants. Her legs were accented by her outfit all the way to her booties. The red coat came below her waist so nothing was exposed until she bent over to pick something up. She bent at the waist and exposed her ass, covered with bright red panties, to the camera. I heard some whistles from the conference participants, which included a few women, by the way.
I could've turned my camera off and stayed on audio only. For some reason I didn't; I'm not sure why. Maybe I thought Edie was done with her antics; maybe I hoped she wasn't; maybe I just wasn't thinking at all. We continued the meeting.
Then, a few minutes later, Edie came into the room again. Now everyone paused again. I turned to look and saw she was wearing just her red panties, the red booties, and her Santa hat. She was topless. Her tits were sticking out with her hard brown nipples were on display. She wore a necklace of red and green holly berries and leaves which rested on her breasts and matching earrings. Her long legs were perhaps her best feature, tanned and smooth. (I love it when she wraps them around my waist or my shoulders.) Damn, she looked sexy in that outfit. The conference camera had shifted from the charts to my camera, showing Edie. Shelton asked me to get out of the way so I didn't block the view, so I moved to the side.
Edie came up beside me, bringing her tits closer to the camera. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. She said Merry Christmas into the camera. Then she turned to walk away. She got a few feet from me and paused. She looked back with a sexy grin and then pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. She threw them toward me. She had her back to the camera, so everyone could see her smooth back, her precious ass and her long legs. She took a few steps and then turned around. Now everyone could see her brown pussy as well as her pretty tits. She was naked except for the Santa hat, the necklace and earrings with the holly and berries, and the red booties. She stood for a few seconds, giving everyone a good look, and said, "And a Happy New Year." She walked out of the room.
As she left, I looked at the monitor which still showed the room. The entire crew was laughing and applauding. A few minutes later, the meeting ended and I hurried into the bedroom to see Edie lying on the bed, still wearing the hat, necklace and booties, looking sexy as hell.
She looked at me and said, "Fuck me." I did and then did her again. We had a wonderful night.
When I talked to Shelton the next day, he thanked me for providing Christmas entertainment. He said, "I hope you can come to the New Year's Eve party, but don't come unless you bring Edie."
I told my wife about our invitation.
She said, "I'll have to go shopping."
"Why?" I asked.
"I need a new dress. I don't have anything to wear."
I said, "I think that will be fine with everyone."
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I had always found Steve Buscemi to be an unusual-looking actor. He looked even more unusual looking at him upside down. In fact, everything looked unusual upside down. If I didn't change positions soon, I was going to have a hell of a headache.
I swung my legs toward the front of the couch where my head and shoulders were hanging off and managed to do a reverse somersault worthy of an Olympic medal. I stood to my feet, arms raised in the air. My boyfriend's bulldog was not impressed. He closed his eyes and turned his head away in disgust. The frown on his face looked even lower than the natural one that was typical for his breed.
My boyfriend Gabe might've been more impressed with my performance, but he was in his room attending class on Zoom. All of his other classes were in person, but he'd signed up for a political science class that was held online because the professor was out of the country on sabbatical for the semester. Our school's administration hadn't been able to get anyone else to teach the class, so they managed to convince the professor to teach it virtually on Tuesday and Thursday nights.
Usually, I spent the 3-hour block in my dorm room. Or if I went to Gabe's apartment, I spent that time writing, watching a movie, playing a video game, or goofing off with his roommate Wade. This evening, nothing piqued my interest on TV and Wade was out.
"I'm sooooo bored, Rocco." I slid my hands down my face trying to pull the skin off my skull.
The dog turned back to me and opened his eyes just a crack and let his tongue fall out of his mouth. His expression suggested that he couldn't care less.
"Fine," I said and stuck out my tongue at him.
His eyes widened briefly at the insult before returning to half-mast.
I strolled to the door of Gabe's room and grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly. The hinges let out a quiet squeak as I pushed the door open just far enough to poke my head into the room. Gabe was hunched over his desk, pen in hand, scribbling furiously as his professor droned on about mid-20th century American politics. I was in Gabe's peripheral view, but he wouldn't acknowledge me. I stuck my head in an inch further. "Pssst." No response.
Gabe continued taking notes like I was invisible. The end of his pen flipped back and forth like he was living in the 1700s and transcribing the Declaration of Independence with a quill pen. For some reason, it irked me that he took notes by hand instead of typing them.
I was further irked that he was ignoring me. "Pssst."
Gabe picked up an empty cup sitting on the far corner of the desk. "Hey, can you grab me some water?" He held the cup out to me while his eyes stayed fixed on the screen of his laptop.
Frowning, I pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the room. The cup hovered in the air in his hand as I approached, and I briefly considered slapping it out of his hand but decided against it. Taking the cup from his hand, I took a step back and bowed at the waist.
"Yes, Your Majesty," I said before turning on my heels. I got a step away when Gabe's hand clapped against my right ass cheek, sending me jumping into the air and making me yelp. When I spun around, he was still staring intently at the screen, but his hand was over his mouth as if deep in thought. I was sure it was hiding a grin. I could tell from his laptop screen that I was outside the view of his camera, but for his sake, I hoped his microphone was muted too.
I smiled and rolled my eyes before walking to the door and out of the room. Rocco was nowhere to be found when I passed back through the living room. He'd apparently grown tired of my antics and had gone into hiding the first chance he had.
I filled Gabe's cup halfway with ice and topped it off with water. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed myself a bottle of water instead of getting water from the dispenser. Gabe and his roommate constantly denied it, but there was a weird plastic taste to the water that came from it.
I heard laughter and multiple voices talking as I returned to Gabe's room. His class had probably split into their discussion groups. For the second hour of each class session, the professor divided everyone into groups of three or four people to think and talk about a prompt the professor had given them. Sometimes I'd pop into Gabe's room for those discussions and listen in. I didn't have a great interest in politics, but the discussions were entertaining. At some point, they usually heated up as people brought up their own personal political leanings, and the discussion would sometimes descend into shouting matches. Gabe, always the peacekeeper, would sit back and listen in amusement until things threatened to spiral out of control. His group this week sounded a little more jovial.
When I reentered the room, Gabe extended his arm out to me, not even bothering to look in my direction. I started to hand him the cup but pulled it back at the last moment. He flailed wildly at the air until he realized the cup wasn't there and finally looked in my direction. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Thanks, babe," he said with a sheepish grin. He scrunched his head and neck down like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell.
"Hmph." I put my fingers against the side of his head and gently pushed it. I uncapped my bottle of water and took a sip. As I was preparing to turn and leave the room, I spied Gabe's Nintendo Switch on his dresser. I sat my bottle of water on his desk and retrieved the Switch before heading to the door.
"Who was that?" said a male voice from Gabe's laptop.
"That's just my girlfriend," Gabe said. Something about the way he said the word 'just' didn't sit right with me.
"She's hot," the voice from the laptop said.
"Yes indeed," said another voice.
"She's alright," Gabe said. "So, anyway, what do you guys think about what Professor Marks was saying? In the current political climate, do you think this country could be united against a common external enemy?"
The first voice said something in response, but I couldn't hear it over the sound of my blood simmering. Gabe's dismissive comments about me had pricked my skin. I tossed him a glare over my shoulder, which he didn't see, and slammed the door as I stormed out.
After about three and half minutes scrolling through movies on Netflix, I was once again upside down with my legs draped onto the back of the couch. A smirk spread across my face as a sudden image flashed through my head of Gabe fucking me in the same position. There's no way I'd be able to hold it for long. As it was, I could already feel the blood rushing into my head. But I was sure Gabe would get a kick out of it. He wouldn't be referring to me as 'just his girlfriend' then.
I chewed the inside of my cheek while I replayed the line over and over in my head. It wasn't a habit of his to be disrespectful to me, and he probably didn't mean anything by it. If anything, he was just showing off for his little classmates. Still, I didn't appreciate it. And I didn't appreciate him ignoring me.
Two minutes later, with my head feeling like it was about to pop, I did another reverse somersault off the couch. I had intended to go get my laptop from my bag on the kitchen table and do some writing, but I found myself drifting back toward Gabe's room instead. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open about six inches.
"But there's no way anyone would be able to side with the aliens because we wouldn't be able to communicate with them." It was the first voice I'd heard earlier. The one that had said I was hot. Why the hell were they talking about aliens?
"Really dude? There's no way they wouldn't have mastered all our languages." It was the second voice.
"You boys watch too much of that Marvels and Star Wars shit," said a new voice that was deep and stuffy and ironically sounded like someone speaking through a Darth Vader mask. "Aliens don't exist. So why are we even debating what language they'd speak?"
Gabe was sitting in his chair slowly nodding like a bobblehead doll.
I waved my hand towards him. "Pssst."
Gabe's shoulder flinched, but he didn't look at me.
"Pssst." Still nothing.
I clenched my teeth together and put my hands on my hips. I knew he was ignoring me on purpose. And for what? His stupid little class? He didn't even need it for his major. He only signed up for it because he thought it'd be an easy A.
I didn't know exactly what was going through my mind, but one minute I was standing in the doorway trying to get Gabe's attention, and the next minute, I had stepped back from the door and was shimmying out of my sweatpants. I stepped on the ends of them and pulled my feet free, leaving them bunched up against the wall outside the door. I tugged on the bottom of my shirt and smoothed it into place. It was white with a Knicks logo on the front and hung down to my upper thighs. It had belonged to Gabe up until a few weeks ago when he'd let me borrow it one night to sleep in and I'd 'forgotten' to return it.
I marched into Gabe's room, not breaking stride as I headed for the closet on the back side of the room--directly opposite from where Gabe was sitting. I knew the guys in Gabe's group could see me because there was an abrupt break in the conversation as I stopped in front of the closet.
The closet was tiny. Gabe mostly used the lower shelves for storing printer paper and school assignments he'd gotten back. He kept books and a couple boxes of sneakers on the upper shelf above his clothes hanging rod--which at the moment held three shirts. Most of his clean clothes were scattered around his room or in his laundry basket.
"What were you saying, Rick?" Gabe said to one of the guys in his group.
"No...I just...uhh...yeah, intergalactic travel doesn't equate to intergalactic language." Apparently, Rick was the name of the guy with the first voice. Well, 'Rick' and his groupmates were about to get a show from 'just Gabe's girlfriend.'
I lifted myself up onto the balls of my feet and reached for the top shelf. As I did, I could feel my shirt ride up my legs to reveal the curve of my ass. I held my position as I pawed over Gabe's books, pretending to search for a specific one. Most of them were literary classics like 'War and Peace' and 'Huckleberry Finn.' I poked at the bottom book of a stack of books and pulled at it with the tips of my fingers until it was perched at the edge of the shelf. With one more poke, the stack tipped and began sliding off the shelf. I jumped back in time to avoid having the books come down on my head. They struck the ground with a series of thuds that Gabe's downstairs neighbors were probably thrilled about.
"You ok?" Gabe said.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, turning to face him.
He had a genuine look of concern that faded away once he confirmed that I was alright. And in the next moment, he turned his attention back to his class. "But would uniting against extraterrestrials actually count as 'nationalism'?" he said. "Wouldn't that be humanism?"
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the closet. A pile of thick books was scattered at my feet. I bent over and scooped up the books one by one and tossed them onto the end of Gabe's bed. I was too short to get them restacked in the closet without Gabe's help or a chair.
It was only when I'd picked up all the books and stood upright that I realized I'd given Gabe's group a real show. Thank goodness I was wearing panties.
Part of me wanted to run out of the room and never show my face during another one of his classes. But another part of me dared myself to go look at Gabe's computer screen and look his groupmates in the face to see their reaction. So, that's what I did.
Slipping up quietly behind him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders, bringing my head alongside his to peer at his screen. It was divided into four camera windows. In one window, there was a young man who looked to be about twenty with curly blonde hair. The name underneath said 'Rick.' A man about the same age with dark, combed-back hair appeared in another camera frame. The name underneath said 'Pat.' A middle-aged man with an unruly beard and wearing a camouflage baseball cap sat with folded arms in another window that was labeled 'Justin.' Gabe and I appeared in the fourth window. We almost looked like a Google stock photo of 'smiling couple.'
"Gabe, aren't you going to introduce us?" Rick asked.
Gabe let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes. "Guys, this is Marta. Marta, this is the guys."
"Hi, Marta," Rick and Pat said in unison.
Rick was grinning like an idiot and twirled his fingers at me as he waved. Pat saluted with two fingers. Justin offered a nod but remained silent and stared into the camera.
"Ok, beat it. I'll be finished soon." Gabe tapped me gently on the thigh. As he did so, his hand lingered for a moment and he turned and looked down, realizing for the first time that I wasn't wearing pants. "Where are your pants?" His head whipped back around to the camera. "Sorry guys, one moment." He muted his microphone and turned his head back to look at me. "Why aren't you wearing pants?"
I didn't like his tone. "Oh, relax. They can't see anything." In Gabe's camera window, I could see that I was covered down to my mid-thigh. But much more of me was probably exposed about 30 seconds before that when I was bending over.
"Whatever. Go put on some pants. I'll be done soon." Gabe turned his head back to his screen and unmuted his microphone. "Ok guys, where were we?"
"Intergalactic nationalism, or some shit," Pat said.
I let out a huff and stood upright. As I did, my right breast bumped against the back of Gabe's head. He didn't react to it.
"Right, so I don't think it's an issue of borders. It's an issue of species if aliens are involved," Gabe said.
As I stood behind Gabe with my hands on his shoulders, it was clear from the angle of Rick and Pat's eyes that they were looking at me instead of him. Justin was trying to focus on Gabe, but his eyes kept drifting.
Deciding to take advantage of it, I leaned over and pressed my tits against the back of Gabe's head while hugging him around the neck. He kissed my forearm and resumed his monologue. All the while, Rick and Pat never took their eyes off me. Once again intending to give them a show, I slowly stood almost upright before leaning back down and rubbing my tits against Gabe's head again. I repeated the motion, watching as Rick and Pat's eyes followed me. Even Justin was locked in on me now. I bit my lower lip to keep from smiling.
I could tell it was having an effect on Gabe because he was starting to stumble over his words. He paused and gave me a tap on the forearm. "I'll be done soon, babe." He clearly wanted me to stop and leave, but I wasn't going anywhere until I'd had my fun.
"Ok," I said and gave him a peck on the cheek. As I did, I slid my hands down from his shoulders and across his chest and continued until they were on his lap. He abruptly sat forward and tried to block me but wasn't able to do it before I grabbed a handful of his cock which was rock hard. I smirked when I realized he wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts.
"But what you would h--h--have...umm...that would be world unity," Gabe said as my hand wrapped around his shaft through the nylon. He paused once again as I gently stroked him through the thin material.
Justin chimed in to offer a response to what Gabe had said. I watched Gabe's facial expression in our camera window as I continued to grope him. Pat was staring into his camera with narrow eyes and I assumed he was trying to see what I was doing.
Seeking to up the ante, I grabbed the waistband of Gabe's shorts, intending to pull down the front of them. Gabe put his hand on my wrist, but his grip was loose as if he wasn't sure whether he actually wanted to stop me.
With my chin on his shoulder, I pushed through his grip and used one hand to pull down the elastic band and grabbed his cock as it sprang free and stood at attention. Seizing it in a gentle grip, I slid my hand from top to bottom with smooth, fluid strokes. In Gabe's camera window, his mouth cracked open enough for me to see that he was chewing on his tongue. I could also see the slight movement of my shoulder and upper arm. If Gabe's groupmates could see it too, they didn't react as far as I could tell. They just kept on debating the merits of an extraterrestrial apocalypse.
After about a minute, apparently forgetting for a moment that we were on camera, Gabe reached up and behind his head for my chest and leaned his head back. He grabbed one of my tits through my shirt and squeezed it while dragging his tongue across the material over my nipple, causing me to yelp and jump back.
"That was...unexpected," Pat said and let out an uncomfortable chuckle.
All of Gabe's groupmates' eyes were glued to the screen.
"Oh, shit. My bad, fellas," Gabe said. "Gimme a minute, I'll be right back." He sat forward and clicked on the icons to mute his microphone and turn off his video.
"Have fun," Rick said.
Gabe turned to me and put his arms in the air. "Well, that was embarrassing. You got me busted."
I was momentarily speechless. "Me? You got yourself busted. You were the one trying to suck my tits through my shirt." I leaned away as he laughed and leaned forward to try to kiss me.
"Yes, but you were jacking me off. I couldn't help myself."
I flicked my finger against his forehead. "That's because you were being a dick and I wanted to get your attention."
"Oh, come on. I wasn't ignoring you. I'm in the middle of class."
I walked around Gabe's chair and stood between him and his desk. "So, your class is more important than me?"
Gabe sighed. "I promise, let me finish class and then I'll come out and we can watch a movie."
I smiled and tipped my head to the side. "You didn't answer my question."
"Please, Marta. Class is almost over." He put his hand on my hip and gently pushed, but I didn't budge.
"You didn't answer my question," I repeated.
"Gimme like..." Gabe checked the clock on his laptop, "gimme like 15 minutes." He rubbed his hand on my hip.
Still smirking, I repeated my phrase again, this time in a singsong voice. "You didn't answer my question." I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it to my waist. I used my other hand and pulled my panties to the side.
Gabe's eyes almost fell out of his head. He leaned over in his chair to look past me, apparently checking to make sure his camera was still off.
"Me? Or your class?" I said.
"Ok, ok, you. Definitely you." Gabe couldn't take his eyes off my pussy.
"I don't know...you seem a lot more interested in your class than me. Maybe Wade is back..."
Gabe took another glance past me at his screen and then leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my pussy. I let out a scream and fell backwards, flailing my arms as I tried to find his desk. My hand came down onto his laptop before finding the desk's surface. I heard a short, quick, wispy sound like the sound of air. I assumed it was the settling of the desk and leaned onto it.
Gabe pulled his face away just long enough to yank my panties down to my knees before pushing his face back against my pussy, whipping his tongue along my lips like he was devouring a peach.
I grabbed Gabe's head, both to steady myself and to guide his efforts. There was a hurried passion to it as if he was desperate to taste me but was mentally preoccupied. Before I had a chance to get going, he pulled his face away and sat back in his chair, his mouth shining wet. He was smiling from ear to ear.
"Can I get back to my class now?" he asked.
"I don't know, can you?" I glanced down at his shorts which he'd pulled back up. They were noticeably tented. "You look a little uncomfortable there. Why don't I try to take some of that swelling down before I go?"
Before he could say no, I nudged his chair back with my foot so that I had space to kneel in front of him. I dropped down and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled on them. Gabe resisted at first but then lifted himself out of his chair enough for me to slide them down and off his legs. His cock was standing tall, and I licked my lips as I pushed his knees apart and lowered my head.
I kissed my way up his left inner thigh and then stopped and kissed my way up the right one. Gabe bounced his knees and slid his hips toward me. I planted a soft kiss along his balls which made his cock bob in the air in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off of it and giggled as I slowly kissed my way around the base of the shaft. Gabe ran his fingers through my hair and grabbed onto my head. At first, I resisted his efforts to guide me but then allowed him to pull my face against his shaft as he raised his hips and slid himself up and down across my skin.
When I felt like he couldn't take any more teasing, I stuck out my tongue and held it in place while he slid over it top to bottom. He let out a groan when my tongue reached the tip and I flicked my tongue underneath the head like a serpent. I leaned further forward and wrapped my lips around the head and Gabe started pushing it into my mouth. Rather than fight it, I relaxed my jaw and let him thrust up into my mouth while he pulled my head down into his lap. When he bottomed out at the back of my throat, he lifted my head and lowered his hips. After a quick pause, he lifted his hips and pulled me back down. Each time he repeated the motion, I rubbed the underside of his shaft with my tongue which made him squirm in his chair.
It didn't take long for the saliva to build up around my lips and slide down his shaft, turning him into a slippery mess. It also didn't take long for Gabe to tighten his grip on my hair and start pulling on my head harder until my mouth was making a wet, sloppy sound as he tried to fuck my tonsils. My mouth was aching, and it was getting harder to breathe, so I finally pushed against his stomach and pulled my head free from his grasp.
I spun around on my knees and looked for his basketball shorts to wipe off my mouth. As I did, Gabe's laptop screen flashed past my field of vision, and what I saw almost made me fall over--Gabe's camera was on. My head and upper torso were visible along with Gabe sitting in his chair behind me, naked from the waist down.
But how?
And then I remembered. I must've accidently turned it on when I fell against his desk and my hand hit his laptop. The cursor hadn't moved since Gabe had turned his camera off, so all it took was me accidentally hitting the mouse button to turn it back on. Thanks to my clumsiness, his group had just watched me give him a blowjob.
I was mortified. My first instinct was to reach for his laptop and turn the camera back off, but I couldn't bring myself to even face his groupmates after what we'd just done. Plus, how much more embarrassed would Gabe be once he found out? Still...I couldn't just leave the camera on.
Gabe didn't give me much time to wallow in my embarrassment. Apparently deciding I was taking too long, he slid his chair forward and grabbed a handful of my hair. It wasn't rough, but it was enough to get me to turn my head. Gabe pointed his cock at me with his other hand.
"Wait, hold on a second," I said, but Gabe tightened his grip on my hair and pulled my head closer. "Oww!" I yelled. As soon as I opened my mouth, he fed his cock into it and muffled my voice as I tried to tell him to wait. I pushed against his legs, but he ignored me and drove himself deeper. Once he was fully inserted, he grabbed my head with both hands and bounced my face like a basketball as he mouth-fucked me. My mouth made a <i>gawk, gawk, gawk</i> sound and I gagged around him and tried not to vomit as he tickled my tonsils with his tip.
Now that I knew his groupmates were watching me, I felt incredibly self-conscious. I didn't think the microphone was on, but every wet, smacking sound from my mouth and lips made me grimace.
Thankfully, Gabe didn't take long with my mouth. He released my head, and I immediately pulled it away and got to my feet, coughing and spitting out drool. Gabe reached for my panties and started pulling them the rest of the way down.
I shifted my hips away from him, but there wasn't enough room to move beyond his reach before I was bumping against the desk.
"Hey, umm, sweetie?" I said, "Why don't you finish with class, and then I'll come back after?"
Gabe ignored me and snatched my panties down my legs in one quick motion. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer and then grabbed my shoulder, trying to get me to lean forward. I went along with it, not sure what he was up to. He guided my hands down to the seat of his chair and lifted his thighs, trapping my hands beneath them. As soon as I was held in place, his hand went to my head once again. Before I could voice another protest, he had shoved my mouth back onto his cock.
In this position, my first thought was that my shirt had ridden up and the guys could now see half my ass. They got a full view of my ass when Gabe grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it up my back, completely exposing me. He gently smacked me on the ass while continuing to push his cock in and out of my mouth. He put his foot between my feet and tried to wedge my legs apart, but I resisted.
He smacked me on the ass again, slightly harder. "Come on, spread your legs for me."
"Mmm-mmm" was all I could manage with my mouth stuffed.
Gabe suddenly reached beneath me and tweaked my nipple. I yelped around his cock and tried to move my body to block him. With my hands still trapped under his legs, I tried to use my legs to do it. This produced the desired effect, and Gabe moved his feet between mine and his hand went between my legs.
I could've made more of an effort to get free but didn't really want to. And why should I have tried to? Gabe's groupmates were the perverts. They didn't know I knew Gabe's camera was on, but they knew it was on. They knew it was on but did nothing. None of them said a word. They just kept watching us. Watching me.
I moaned around Gabe's shaft for the next minute while his fingers danced along my wet lips. It wasn't until he put his fingers along them and spread them that I suddenly remembered the camera. I made a genuine effort to pull free, but Gabe wasn't having it. He kept my hands trapped beneath him while unknowingly spreading my pussy for his groupmates' view. As much as I wanted to enjoy Gabe's touch, all I could picture in my mind was three faces staring out from Gabe's screen at my exposed body.
The only peace of mind I had was that they didn't know that I knew Gabe's camera was on. They didn't know that I was wet for Gabe--and wet for them.
It was pointless to keep trying to break free, so I tried to focus my attention on pleasuring Gabe. With each upward thrust of his hips, I pressed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. I could feel the spongy head sliding against the roof of my mouth. Each time he lowered himself, I tightened my lips around him and tried not to let him go. His increased squirming in his seat told me he was enjoying it. After a series of quick thrusts into my mouth, he shifted his legs and released my hands. He moved his hands to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up my body as I stood up and stepped out of my panties, now completely naked. I took a step back to move away from him, but I already knew he had other ideas.
Gabe took me by the wrist and pulled me toward him. I gave only light resistance and allowed him to guide me closer. I put my feet on either side of his legs and lowered myself toward his cock. I knew all eyes were on me, but I couldn't bear to acknowledge them.
I grabbed Gabe's cock and guided him to my warm entrance and settled onto him. His breath washed across my face in a deep, warm groan as we connected. I felt so full and satisfied but also so vulnerable. I was naked but I felt more than naked. I felt as though my very soul was bared. I was engaged in the most raw, passionate act two people could share with each other but I was also sharing it with three total strangers.
Even as my mind grappled with the reality of what was taking place, I rode Gabe. It took a few strokes, but soon, I was moving with a steady rhythm. My body rose and fell with small, delicate movements as I savored every inch of him. I put my hands on the back of his head and leaned my chest against his face. Gabe reached between us and grabbed my tits and buried his face in them before pressing them together and licking one of my nipples one after the other.
I had almost forgotten about our audience when Gabe lifted me off his lap and moved me backwards and then stood up. I was confused as to why he was stopping until he put his hands on my hips and turned me around toward the desk. I kept my eyes on him, grinning, and put my hands on the desk and bent over. I stuck out my tongue at him and wiggled my ass as he stroked himself and prepared to push back into me.
He put one hand on the middle of my back and steadied himself while holding his shaft with the other. My mouth fell open and I let out a moan as he glided back into my warm, wet, silky depths. Shifting his hands to my hips, he drove himself into me with enough force to knock me off balance. I moved my hands across the desk to better brace myself. When I did, my knuckles bumped against something solid on the desk. When I turned to see what it was, my jaw detached and fell onto the desk--all three of Gabe's groupmates were staring out of his screen at me.
Rick's eyes were bright and nearly popping out of his head. If his smile was any wider, it would tear open the sides of his mouth. Justin had one arm folded across his midsection and the elbow of his other arm was propped on top of it and he was absently stroking his beard. Pat's mouth was half-open and his eyes had a glassy appearance. He had shifted his camera up so that only his head and the tops of his shoulders were visible. I could imagine what he was doing at the moment.
All three pairs of eyes locked with mine. They had caught me looking! Now they knew that I knew Gabe's camera was on. But I was on fire. I couldn't stop. And yet, I couldn't very well keep up the act at this point. Unless...
I refocused my gaze past the edge of Gabe's laptop screen to the bottle of water I'd sat behind it earlier. Pretending that I hadn't noticed the guys looking at me, I balanced my upper body on one hand and picked up the bottle with my other. I struggled to put it to my lips as Gabe rocked me back and forth. Most of the water dribbled over my chin, ran down my neck, and ended up draining into the valley between my swinging breasts.
I sat the bottle back down and turned my face down to the desk and ignored our audience, pretending that I hadn't noticed them or noticed that Gabe's camera was on. I couldn't stop. Not yet.
The shame that had cloaked me was being melted away by the burning desire in my body. Gabe's thrusts were hitting at just the right angle and making me moan. His rhythm and tempo made me feel like I was wedged behind a screen door that had been caught up in an afternoon thunderstorm. Each clap of Gabe's hips against my ass cheeks shook my entire body along with the desk which I was now clutching to keep from getting knocked over.
If Gabe hadn't been so determined to fuck me through his desk, he might've noticed that his camera was on. I lifted my face slightly and cracked my eyelids. All three of the guys were still watching us with rapt attention. Rick had one hand over his mouth in apparent shock as if he'd never seen two people have sex before. Justin still had his hand on his beard and was pinching and twisting a lock of hair. Pat's mouth had fallen farther open and he was breathing deeply.
I closed my eyes tight and lowered my face back down. I should've been so ashamed of myself. I had never even met those guys before and now they were looking at me naked. But instead of being ashamed that they were watching me, I was ashamed at how much of a thrill I was getting from being watched by them.
Up until that point, I'd only ever fooled around a little in front of other people. A handjob under a blanket in a dark room. A backseat blowjob while going down the road. A quiet, gentle fuck while my roommate was asleep. But nothing like this. Nothing about what we were doing was quiet or gentle. And Gabe's groupmates were blatantly watching us and weren't even trying to hide it.
Gabe slapped me on my ass which only added to my embarrassment. I probably looked like Gabe's whore to them. A fucktoy that he stuck his dick in whenever he felt the urge. And I let him do it. Instead of stopping the whole thing back when I had a chance, I let it continue. Even now, I was throwing my ass back to meet Gabe's thrusts. His grunts of approval told me both that he was enjoying my body and that he wouldn't last much longer.
I ran my tongue around the 'O" I'd created with my lips and reached up to grab one of my dangling breasts. I took my nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it, gently at first but then increased the pressure until the sensations from it shot through my body like thin shards of glass. I cried out as Gabe continued to ram against me.
In my mind's eye, I imagined Pat sitting at his desk, pants around his ankles as he furiously stroked his cock. Envy and jealousy were definitely coursing through his veins while he pictured himself bending me over the desk. Rick and Justin were certainly hard and wishing for the same thing or at least the chance to use my mouth. And if they were in the room with us, maybe I'd let them. One after the other. Each one sliding in and out of my mouth until he spilled cum across my tongue. Each one of them high-fiving Gabe and thanking him for the chance to borrow his girlfriend.
Oh my God.
What was I thinking? I'd never done anything like that in my life. But I'd also never willingly displayed my body the way I was. I might not have been blowing them, but I was offering myself up for their imagination to do whatever they wanted with me.
An orgasm flared through me and caught me completely off guard. It wasn't earth-shattering and didn't rock me to my core, but it was still enough to seize my body. Every joint and muscle clenched up and I held my breath as Gabe kept pounding. Each time his body crashed against mine, it sent a flash of searing heat across my skin that made me cry out. His nails dug into my skin, but the pain only served to urge on my orgasm and make me whine. My arms strained until I couldn't keep my torso up and I sank down onto the desk, my body and mind falling down somewhere between pleasure and torment. Somewhere where up was down and in was out. Somewhere where the exploding rainbow of colors behind my eyelids twisted around themselves. Where purple was yellow, red was green, and orange was blue.
Somewhere farther away, I could hear a desperate sound. Thundering. Rumbling.
Gabe grunted loudly and then grunted again and again. "Ohhhh...fuck! Quick, turn around, turn around!" He pulled out of me and grabbed my shoulder.
When I opened my eyes, everything around me was soft as if everything in the room was made of melted wax. Even as I tried to focus my vision, I managed to summon enough physical control to twist my body around. Gabe, his face glistening with sweat, was stroking his wet cock at me. He guided me to the floor and I knelt on the carpet in front of him and pulled my hair back. Still stroking, he pressed his head against my lips and let loose with a stream of cum that surged across my lips, nose, and forehead. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue and lapped at the tip as he sprayed more warm liquid across my face. I gagged slightly at the salty taste as his cum spilled onto my tongue.
"What the fuck!" Gabe suddenly yelled out.
I felt his body move past mine and heard a banging sound. My eyelids were coated with his cum, so I didn't dare open my eyes to see what he was doing. I felt around on the floor until I found his basketball shorts and used them to mop my face. "What's wrong? I asked and opened my eyes.
Gabe was biting his lip and looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Nothing. Everything's good. Everything's fine." He reached down and helped me to my feet and then pushed me toward the door. "Why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll finish up with class and then I'll be out. We can grab pizza."
"Uhh...ok, I guess." I leaned in for a kiss and laughed as he recoiled.
He gave me a pat on the ass and then turned back toward his desk. My eyes followed him, across the room--to his closed laptop. The banging sound must've been him slamming it shut after finally noticing that his camera was on. He was trying to hurry me out of the room so that I didn't discover that his groupmates had seen us.
I cringed and walked out the door and shut it behind me. I had no idea how he was going to explain what had just happened to his groupmates. But it probably wouldn't include the phrase, "that's just my girlfriend."
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Mike and Becca have been married sixteen years. Their three kids are all in middle school. He works in a tech company with big responsibilities and some in state travel, during the week. She owns an online business, buying and selling collectibles. Their sex life is good and important to both of them. When Mike started traveling, they agreed to talk every night. Phone calls eventually gave way to FaceTime, and then Zoom calls. He always had the 'latest' communication equipment, and his company paid the data charges.
In December he had to attend a weeklong training update at his company headquarters in California. This trip would be the longest number of days they had been separated in their marriage. They both had concerns about him being away for so long. He was going to have to miss a recital by his daughter and the boys were finishing their youth soccer league season. And there was the missed sex.
Becca suggested phone sex. Mike and she had refrained in the past because the company paid the tab. They decided if the company was responsible for keeping them away from each other, it should pay for their electronic liaison. The logistics were easy. The time difference would mean the kids would be in bed, it wouldn't interrupt his schedule, and Becca worked from home and could sleep in. The plan was hatched.
Mike's flight early Monday was uneventful, as was check-in, and the first round of meetings. That night he called, and they caught up on the minutiae of life. He hadn't missed anything of significance. The call only lasted about a half hour. Mike was tired from the travel and had an early meeting and when he factored in the time change of three hours... it was a REALLY early meeting.
"I really need to try and get to bed. I have to get up at 3:00 am back-home time," he said.
"Time zone changes are a bitch. Before you go, I want you to promise me something," she replied.
"Anything for you," Mike said.
"I don't want you to masturbate until we have our phone liaison," she asked.
"Honey, I hardly have the will to brush my teeth..."
"Then it should be easy to make that promise," she insisted.
"I promise," he said. "I love you. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. See you tomorrow on Zoom."
Mike thought it was an unusual request, but he had no problem with it. He fell asleep quickly. Becca was pleased he made the promise. She wanted the online sex to go well, and she refrained from using her vibrator that evening.
Tuesday was long and tedious for Mike -- meeting after meeting, PowerPoint after PowerPoint. He had trouble keeping his eyes open for the afternoon meetings. When finally released, he went back to his hotel room. Without even taking his clothes off, he set an alarm on his phone, and fell into sleep on the bed.
The alarm awakened him two hours later. He crawled out of bed and took a leak, washed his hands and face, and began setting up the equipment for the call. He was going to use a very sophisticated camera and lighting system, so his image would be crystal clear for Becca. He had left her instructions on how to set the same system up on her end.
When they were connected and had exchanged an overview of each other's day, there was a pause.
"I've never done phone sex before, I'm not sure what to do," he said.
Becca smiled. "Would you like me to tell you what to do?"
"Yeah, how do we start?" He asked.
"Say it. Say 'Tell me what to do.'"
"Huh? You want me to repeat what you said?"
"Yes," was her reply.
"OK, tell me what to do," he smiled.
"I want you to do everything I tell you and nothing else. Do only what I tell you. The first thing I want you to do is not talk -- no questions, no discussion. Simply do what I order you to do. Nod your head if you understand."
Mike kind of liked how this was going down. He nodded. He consciously put his mind in neutral, 'I'm not going to overthink this. I am going to do whatever she tells me to do.' He realized it was a strange thing to contemplate, but it was a game, and she was setting the rules. He would play.
"Bend over and take your shoes and socks off."
He started to tell her he wasn't wearing either, but kept his mouth shut. He bent down for thirty seconds or so and stood back up.
"Take your shirt off and flex your biceps; then turn around with hands on hips and flex your back."
'So, she's going to have me strip for her,' he thought. He unbuttoned all of them slowly and then yanked his shirt open. Flexing his pecs, he sluffed the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He posed with a right arm bicep flex and then the left. Turning around, he pushed his thumbs in his waist and posed a 'Lat Spread.'
"Very nice. Keep facing away and drop your pants. Now step out of them."
He unbuckled the pants and let them slide down over his butt slowly. Gravity eventually overcame friction and they drifted down his legs.
"Without removing your briefs make your cock hard."
Paul didn't hesitate to stroke his already hardening cock to full erection. He had no clue where Becca had come up with this, but it was highly erotic.
"Turn and face me, then outline your hard-on."
Paul thought, 'This is getting hot!' He put his right hand below his balls and pulled them up. He used his left hand to press the briefs tightly over his boner. When he reached the tip, he felt a little pre-cum ooze out.
"You're leaking. There's a wet spot on your briefs. Face away from me and slide your briefs off your butt."
Paul slowly pulled the briefs down, gradually exposing his ass to Becca. He stopped halfway and flexed his glutes. Then he bent forward and tried twerking, but that didn't work.
Becca laughed. "I'll have to show you how to twerk sometime. Pick up your briefs."
Paul found them and turned to face Becca. His hard cock followed and wobbled a little.
"Show me the wet spot." Paul held his briefs up to the camera. "I want you to lick that spot and clean off the pre-cum."
'In for a penny; in for a pound,' Paul reflected. He touched his pre-cum with his tongue. Finding it didn't disintegrate his tongue, he licked and sucked it free from his briefs.
"Good boy. I want you to milk more pre-cum. Collect it in your palm."
'OK, crossing into weird now, but it's a huge turn on.' Paul pulled from the base and squeezed a drop out the tip.
"Get more. Don't cum, but milk more pre-cum."
Paul hesitated, but then complied with his wife's order. He was really turned on and the pre-cum was almost drooling out. After five minutes he had a palm full of sticky, clear, pre-cum. He showed it to Becca.
"Good boy. Coat your entire index finger with the pre-cum. Make sure you have plenty on the head of your cock."
Becca didn't normally use slang words for sexual parts. Tonight, she was talking dirty and he liked it.
"Let me see your finger. Good boy, very well covered. Now insert it in your asshole."
Paul hesitated again. This time he wasn't sure.
Becca spoke sternly, "Do as I tell you. Push it in, use all the pre-cum you have collected. Do not make me wait. Do it now!"
Paul buckled under the pressure. 'It's her game and her rules.'
"Slide it in, excellent, push it in further."
He pushed against the anus.
"Go all the way."
He continued to exert upward pressure and his finger slipped past the sphincter.
"Good boy. That looks really hot!"
It felt rather erotic. But Paul felt awkward. The eroticism exceeded the awkwardness, and he left the finger in place.
"Without removing your finger turn sideways. That looks great. Your cock looks like it's dripping."
It was dripping pre-cum and having his wife notice ratcheted up the sensation.
"Now using your free hand, jerk off and cum. I'll wait."
They had masturbated together... at the same time before. This was different. She was not pleasuring herself physically. She was observing him jerking off for mental pleasure. He began stroking his slippery cock rapidly.
"Take your time. You're stroking too fast. I want to enjoy this view for a while."
'She is enjoying watching me wanking myself. She is objectifying me for her own entertainment. Damn, that's so fuckin' hot!'
"No, don't take your finger out of your ass. You're speeding up again. Slow down."
Paul was speeding up. It was hard not to. The finger in his ass felt wicked and he wanted, no he needed to cum. He slowed up a little but kept a brisk pace. His brain came out of neutral, and he thought about what he looked like. He was naked with his own finger up his ass. He was jerking off a rock hard cock that was slick with pre-cum. That image was being broken down into pixels and sent electronically all the way from California to Florida to reassemble for his wife's viewing pleasure.
He realized he had ceded control of himself to her. He was doing things he would not normally choose to do. But having her order him, made it her responsibility. He knew something had changed in him. He was not 'out of control.' He was allowing himself to 'be controlled.' He ejaculated forceful threads of cum onto the carpet in his hotel room. He felt his anal muscles contracting around his finger. The entire experience fucking blew his mind!
When the last dribble fell from his rapidly shriveling cock, he ran to the bathroom to get a towel for the floor. He quickly returned.
"Tilt the camera down. I want to see you naked on your hands and knees, cleaning the floor."
Without giving it a thought, he adjusted the camera and dropped to the floor. As he was wiping up his cum, he turned his ass so Becca could see it. He spread his legs a little more than necessary, knowing she would be able to see his asshole. He didn't know why he did it. He just wanted her to see his... his obedience.
Afterwards, without dressing, he sat down at the desk. "Where did that come from?" He asked her.
"Move your chair back a few feet. I want to see your cock and balls, while we talk."
He complied.
"That's good. I can see everything." Instead of answering his question, she asked her own, "How did it feel?"
Realizing the game was still in play, he stuffed his question and answered hers. "Wild, strange, exciting, humiliating, and strangely relaxing."
"And judging by the size of your ejaculation, highly erotic," she added.
"Yes, surprisingly stimulating," he responded.
"Tell me about the 'humiliating' part," she said with a slight smile.
"Well, to be standing in front of someone with your finger up your ass because you were told to do it, should be intensely humiliating," he confessed.
"Why do it then?" She wondered.
"That was the part I found to be 'relaxing.' I came thinking about the difference between 'out of control' and 'being controlled.'" He felt his cock twitch and grow a little. "I realized I gave my power to you so you could decide what I should do. So, I wasn't 'out of control.' I shot my load realizing that."
"I understand what you're saying. A minute ago, you said it felt 'wild, strange, and exciting.' But the feeling wasn't from what you were doing. It was from giving me power over you."
"Yes, I was comfortable and relaxed in your control. It felt like I should be humiliated, but it was hollow. I wasn't being humiliated. It felt like I was pleasing you. Aw, some of this sounds like psychobabble. Whatever the dynamics, I shot a massive load. For that I thank you."
"You're welcome my Dear. Same time tomorrow?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world and all its treasures. I love you, goodnight."
Wednesday Mike found himself thinking about the night before often during the mind numbing meetings he was sitting though. Each time he would refocus on the learning and networking opportunities, his mind would drift back to thinking about standing in front of his wife with his finger up his ass or the strange conversation they had afterwards. Something had changed and he wasn't sure what. Whatever it was, he liked how it felt.
That evening he got a little nervous about how things would go. He texted Becca and asked if he should be naked for the call. Her response was 'If you want.' He remembered how much he enjoyed stripping for her and decided to wear some shorts and a T-shirt. When the call connected Becca was wearing a robe.
"Oh, you decided to be dressed," she observed. She allowed the robe to fall open slightly to reveal her bare breasts.
"Hang on a second," he said rapidly. He jumped up and stripped down to skin quickly. His penis immediately began inflating.
"Move your chair back so I can see all of you. Tonight, I want you to watch me. No talking, until I'm finished, OK?"
"Sure, whatever you want," Mike answered. He did feel a little disappointed that tonight would be different than last night.
Becca stood and allowed the robe to drop to the floor. As Mike suspected, she was wearing nothing else. He was surprised that she had shaved all her pubic hair off. She usually maintained a trimmed patch over her mons pubis. Now she was entirely smooth. She sat down in the chair and rolled up towards the camera. The result was to fill Mike's entire screen with an up close view of Becca's sex.
Becca checked what Mike was seeing on his screen and separated her knees slightly. Mike's mouth fell open. Obviously, he was familiar with Becca's body. But she had never invited him to stare openly at her intimate bits. She was displaying herself to him. It only took about twenty seconds for his erection to reach 'rock' status.
Becca smiled at his reaction and reached for a bottle of massage oil. She put a half dozen drops on her hands and gently rubbed it on her labia majora. She added a little more oil and slowly stroked herself. As she worked this second application in, her legs moved slowly apart. Her movements were unhurried, almost leisurely. There was no penetration beyond the outer lips. Becca felt it was a luxurious extravagance to pleasure herself with no time pressure. She loved feeling the sensuality of her touch, with no immediate goal. The blood was pleasantly swelling her labia and Mike was practically drooling.
"Do you like looking at my pussy?"
Mike clearly swallowed. "I... I... do, yes," he stuttered.
"That's nice. I want you to watch closely and patiently. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, I will," he said a little hoarsely.
"Excellent. I want you to watch but only touch yourself when I ask you to. Can you do that?"
"I'll try," he replied.
"Trying won't work. If you touch your cock before I give you permission, I will turn off my computer."
"Can I invoke the five second rule?"
She grinned at his joke. "This isn't a cookie on the floor. Touch your boy toy without me telling you and I disappear. Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am, I understand"
"Good boy."
Her oil slicked fingers glided along her folds with ease. Her caresses stimulated the outer lips, which swelled further and began to separate, like a flower blossoming. She watched Mike's intense, open-mouthed stare, and saw the lust in his eyes.
She spoke softly to him. "Use one finger and rub gently along the underside of your cock."
He wanted to grab his cock and fist it quickly. He wanted to cum. But... "Like this?" He asked slowly sliding his finger along the frenulum.
"That's perfect. I imagine you wish you could just jerk off and cum."
He nodded.
"We'll get there if you listen and obey. Are you OK with that?"
He nodded again.
She moved her finger into the opening created by the separation of her labia majora. Lightly touching her inner lips sent a jolt of lust coursing through her body. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Just now when I touched my pussy, it was like when you go down on me. It felt like your tongue touching my outer lips. I wanted you to plunge your tongue in deeply and lick my juices."
"Jesus! Becca, I could cum right now if you'd let me use more than one finger. I wish I was there to give multiple orgasms with my lips and tongue."
She opened her eyes to make sure he was still on using one finger. He was. She pushed her fingers in deeper and found her wetness. She brought it out and spread it around her inner lips. Looking down, she observed, "My pussy looks like you've had your tongue all over it. Kissing, licking, and teasing me. I want to grab your head by the hair and pull you so far in, that you can't breathe."
Mike groaned with hunger for the taste of her on his mouth. Her pussy glistened with moisture. Speaking with a very husky voice, he said, "I may cum just looking at you."
"Then stop touching yourself. I don't want you to cum yet."
He removed his finger and nodded affirmatively to her.
She had been teasing herself for a while and decided to step it up. Using two fingers, she pushed into the vaginal canal. Knowing Mike was watching this intimate act, almost pushed her into climax. She had to open her eyes and watch Mike's face to pull herself back from the edge. Looking at Mike's expression reminded her of something her father used to say, and it fit perfectly. 'He doesn't know whether to shit or go blind!'
Mike genuinely was at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't remember a time in his entire life when he was this turned on. His cock was hard enough to drive a nail in a board and pre-cum was coming out in one long sticky thread. When it reached his leg and he moved, it broke. Another thread would immediately begin growing out the tip of his cock. He wasn't touching himself but felt like he could cum anyway.
Becca smiled at his predicament. "I'm going to finger fuck my cunt, but I wish I had something about the size of your cock deep inside me. I want to be fucked by a hard piece of man-meat... your cock. I need to feel you on top of me, pounding away and rocking my world."
"Holy fuck Becca. I'm dying here. I want you so badly. God damn!"
She opened her legs fully and hung them on the arms of the chair. She continued to finger herself rapidly. There was a wet, squishing sound made from the friction between her fingers and love tunnel. She also began to rub her clit. "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard and don't stop until I scream!"
Mike screamed first. He blasted out an enormous cum shot without touching himself. He was pumping cum hands free. Becca looked up at the noise and saw a cock she knew well doing something she had never seen. Mike was sitting with his hands by his side, while his cock looked like a fire hose that had broken free. It bobbed, weaved, and spurted cum.
That visual did it for her and she had a fantastic orgasm that lasted longer than any she could recall. She normally had a couple of big bangs and came down quickly. This 'O' lasted through a half dozen major events, with multiple after bumps. She kept her eyes locked on Mike's cock, as it fired off cum shots, while nodding around freestyle.
After their orgasms played out, they both sat with their hands hanging by the sides of their chairs, staring at each other. The light caught the wet skin of Becca's pussy and made it sparkle. Mike ached to be there with her and bury his face in it. His cock was still larger than normal, but it lay quietly on his leg. There was a small drop of cum still clinging to the tip. Becca wished she could lick it off. There was cum on both of Mike's legs and God knows how much on the floor. They both sat for quite a while enjoying how their lover looked post orgasm.
"Guess we ought to wrap up this up. I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow," Mike said sadly. Neither one moved. They sat for a few more minutes, enjoying the company.
"You're right. I need a shower and Tammy's recital is tomorrow," she said.
"OK. I've got a dinner meeting tomorrow night. I'll check in on the phone. I hate to wait seventy-two hours for our next Zoom, but..."
"I understand. Did you find the vibrator I hid in your socks?"
"No, I just dumped them in the bottom drawer of the dresser in the room."
"Find it. You're going to need it next time and remember no jerking off." she requested.
"Whatever you want..."
"I know," she smiled.
Both Becca and Mike were unhappy about missing a night 'together.' Becca went to their daughter's recital. The boys had a soccer game in the preliminary rounds of the end of season playoffs. Mike found the vibrator and a tube of lube. The vibrator was narrower than the ones Becca used. Instead of coming to a point, it curved. There was a rounded edge at the tip. He quickly did a Google Image search and discovered it was designed for prostate massage. 'Oh boy, here we go,' he thought.
Friday night finally arrived. There had been another full day of meetings and an awards dinner. His flight was early Saturday morning, but tonight it was time to Zoom. They were meeting later than they had. Becca had texted that the boys had won their first game and were in the second round. It was an early evening game, and they would get home late. Finally, it was time.
"Did they win?" he asked.
"They did and wanted me to tell you they both scored goals. Tommy knocked a header in."
"Damn, I hate not being there," he lamented.
"We miss you too. But you'll be home for the game Saturday afternoon." Neither one said anything for a minute or so.
Becca eventually broke the sad mood. "I see you've got clothes on. How 'bout you find something smooth and slow by David Sanborn on your phone to dance to and strip for me."
Mike found 'More than Friends' on the "Double Vision" album and cued it up. Mike was a decent dancer but had never stripped to music. He began moving to the music. The slow rocking beat sounded like fucking. It was perfect. Removing his shirt, he shuffled from side to side following the rhythm of the music. He was getting into it. He drew his hands down his abs and unbuckled his belt. Moving his hands up, he tweaked his nipples. He then licked his fingers and circled his small areolas. More pinching made the nipples erect. His hands moved back down his abs and unbuttoned his pants. The saxophone was wailing like sexy talk, as he slowly unzipped. He turned in a circle and rocked his hips. The pants slid to the floor. Stepping out of them, he circled back to face Becca.
Becca liked where Mike had gotten to in their Zoom sex play. He was way outside what would have been his comfort zone. He was doing a damn fine job of turning her on, by taking off his clothes. She allowed her hand to slip down inside the sexy underwear she was wearing. Mike couldn't see what she was doing, but her face certainly expressed appreciation for his efforts to please her.
He fondled himself to full erection through his briefs. Then stroked his hidden hard cock in time with the music. Swiveling around to face away from her, he teased at pulling down his briefs. After starting and stopping several times, he finally pulled the back below his cheeks. His glutes held the back down and his erection held the front up. He moved back around and played with his still covered cock. He was now leaking pre-cum copiously, which was clearly visible on the outside of the briefs. Slowing rotating in a dance step, he displayed his butt and then his pre-cum soaked briefs, bulging with his pulsing cock. Then back around to his ass. As the song neared the end, he pulled the briefs off and cleaned them with his tongue.
Seeing him licking his briefs, while his cock stood nearly vertical with a thread of pre-cum hanging off the end, helped Becca achieve a small orgasm. Her fingers played a leading role, but her husband's performance put her over the top.
The music ended and Mike dropped his underwear on the floor. Becca clapped and whistled. Mike bowed, accepting the appreciation of his audience.
"I had a little orgasm watching that," she told him.
Mike bowed again. "At your service, my Lady," he said it in jest. But a part of him was happy that his dance had pleased her that much.
"So, sit down, but keep the chair back enough for me to see your cock and balls. I do enjoy looking at your junk."
Mike smiled. "And I enjoy having you look... always."
"I imagine you've figured out what the vibrator, I packed for you, is for."
"Yep, I've done the research on reliable scientific websites..."
"X-Tube?" She asked.
"No, nothing as crass as that..."
"Then it was Pornhub." She stated
"That's the one. I must say I'm intrigued. Some of the guys had enormous ejaculations. But all of them had a trusty guide with them to help on the journey."
"And I will be that guide... electronically. It's not the same. But it is an enjoyable way to while away your last evening in California. Don't you think?"
"Yes Ma'am. I did think about set-up. I assume you will want an ass-end view to better 'guide' the process?"
"Absolutely," she replied.
"I can move the chair to the foot of the bed. Then the laptop and camera will be at the right height. I won't be able to see anything, but you will have an up-close and personal view of the action." He explained.
"Well thought out. Let's do this."
Mike set up the equipment and crawled up on the bed. When everything was lined up, her screen was filled with her husband's ass.
"Perfect view. Move your knees apart so I can see your balls."
He made the adjustment.
"Great. Now lube up the vibrator." Her screen now had a clearer view of his brown star peeking out between his spread cheeks with his nice round balls hanging below.
Without being instructed, Mike applied copious amounts of lube on his asshole. Having a mind of its own, his cock had become fully erect. He had seen in the videos how some of the men had put pillows under their chest to support their necks. He had done this, and it made it easier for him to masturbate himself while manipulating the vibrator. He reached back and located the 'entry point.'
"Damn Honey, that looks so hot. I love it!" She confessed.
He turned the vibrator on, and the sensation startled him a little. Becca may have thought it 'looks,' hot but it felt steamin' on his ass. He was glad he had put a towel on the sheets, because he was going to drip a lot of pre-cum.
"Push your cock back towards me. I can't see it." She complained.
He was really hard and pushing it back was a little uncomfortable. He kept the pressure up and it yielded, beginning to feel more comfortable pointed down at the bed.
"Oh, that's great. You look really slick. What a view! Everything your underwear hides exposed to a single glance. I can't wait to do this in person. I'll run my tongue from the tip of your rock hard cock, across your balls, and up the crack to your asshole. Yummy!" She giggled.
A large dollop of pre-cum oozed out and fell to the towel. "Holy fuck," he muttered. 'Would she really do that?' he thought.
"You know a lot of women give a name to their vibrators. Let's name yours. What do you want to call it?" She asked.
'What the fuck,' he thought. "Uh, I don't know. What about Jack?" He suggested.
"That's my brother's name. Why do you want to name it after him?" She asked.
"Trust me. I was not thinking about your brother. I was thinking jack, as in 'jackoff.'"
"Oh, OK. Jack it is. Let's push Jack down in your ass and let him do his thing."
Jack had been resting on Mike's knot. He tilted it up and pushed against the muscular resistance. He had read it is helpful to clinch the sphincter and push with a steady pressure. It worked and Jack slid home.
"Ooh, Mike that is hotter than hot! It's perfect. Make sure the knobby part is facing down. That way it will contact your prostate," she counseled.
He didn't know where the 'knobby' part was. He couldn't see before he pushed Jack in and he sure as hell couldn't see it now. So, he slowly rotated Jack until he felt the pleasure factor shoot off the chart. It felt sublime and he felt a glob of pre-cum slide out of his cock. "I think I found it," he said, almost shouting.
"Good boy. Keep Jack's knobby right there and start slowly stroking your cock. I must say, I'm really enjoying the view. You can't get more exposed than you are right now," she said delightfully.
"Thanks for that observation. I certainly feel vulnerable."
Mike found it awkward to try and explain his feelings in this position, doing what he was doing. But Jack felt wonderful. Mike's cock was dripping pre-cum, and his entire focus was on three body parts -- his cock, balls, and prostate. She wanted this 'show' and he was going all the way. As he tugged on his cock, his hands became covered in slick man-made lubricant. This coated his cock, and there was essentially no friction on his stroke. He spread his knees further apart and pushed his cock back as far as he could.
"That's it! Show me everything. Fuck yourself and shoot your load. You're a slut - a fucking ass slut. You know you love it. Spread your legs more you sex pig. Fuck yourself for me." Becca said rapidly.
Mike obeyed and spread his cheeks more. He was soaring. The buzz of Jack was radiating throughout his body. The sound of his slick hand sluicing up and down added to a sensory overload. The orgasm started deep and spread quickly. He convulsed as he spewed cum between his legs. It. Was. Incredible!
Becca was amazed at the volume of jizz flowing from Mike's erupting cock. She sat with her mouth open enjoying the raw power of his orgasm. She had been fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, which had her at the edge of glory. Mike's firehose ejaculations rocked her world. She kept her eyes open all the way through the 'O.' She didn't want to miss a drop.
Mike was lost in pleasure. He kept his cock pushed back... 'for Becca' flashed across his addled brain. He kept pumping Jack in and out, feeling his sphincter constricting around it. His next conscious thought was 'I'm coming down.' All good orgasms have to end and Mike eventually fell forward in a heap on the bed.
"That was absolutely phenomenal," Becca squealed. "You shot load after load! I came hard watching you."
"Uh huh," Mike mumbled. "It was a trip for sure."
They were both quiet for a couple of minutes.
"Can you talk now?" Becca asked teasingly.
"Yes, I think I can put a sentence together," Mike joked back.
"When I mentioned how exposed you were, you said you felt vulnerable. Were you uncomfortable?" She asked.
"I wasn't uncomfortable -- more like the opposite. I felt wildly sexual and reckless. But a part me was thinking I might be going too far... no that's not it. I had some concern you'd think badly of me for being so turned on by it." He admitted.
"No genuine response you make will disappoint me. I loved it... your willingness to try something so different. Honestly, honey, this was a major turn on for me... seriously I couldn't have been any wetter if I peed myself. I had a wonderful orgasm when you came and now, I'm going to have another."
She pushed her chair back from the desk and hooked her legs on the arm rests again. Mike saw she was fully aroused - nipples erect, labia majora bright pink and enlarged, and lubricant gleaming in the light. She pinched her left nipple and pushed two fingers deep in her wet pussy. "Tell me again how it felt to do my bidding..."
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<strong>ZOOMED OUT OF A MARRIAGE</strong>
<strong>by Vandemonium1</strong>
<em>Like many of my stories, this one was inspired while I was reading someone else's work and saw a different path. I'd like to acknowledge SaddleTramp1956's fine tale, 'Prime Suspect' as the inspiration for this one. If you liked the lightheartedness of my 'The Death of a Modern Man' and the fast pace of my second story, 'Onslaught', then you should like this one. In fact, part of its genesis was in one of the last lines in that story. </em>
<em>One of my reviewers pointed out it has things in common with TheStyleGuy's, Let's Zoom. Purely coincidental. I recommend you read his fine tale as well if you haven't already.</em>
<em>For those ignorant of politics in a Westminster style government, in a two-party system those elected become, 'Members of Parliament', or 'MPs'. The party with the most MPs forms government, the losing party becomes the 'opposition'. From the winning party are appointed, 'ministers', who run the departments, when they come together they become the 'cabinet'. </em>
<em>The opposition appoint their own representatives for each department (the 'shadow cabinet'), and these powerless individuals become 'shadow ministers'. MPs that aren't appointed to either the cabinet or shadow cabinet become, 'backbenchers'. </em>
<em>Each party will have a 'Chief Whip', a senior party member. Their job is to ensure discipline within their party. Make sure they vote the right way and if a member develops a conscience, book them into surgery to get the filthy thing removed.</em>
<em>This story has been independently rated as 3.5/5 pickaxe handles.</em>
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<br >Could life get any better than this? I thought to myself, as I stretched out luxuriously on the king-size bed and glanced at the clock on the bedside table of the five-star hotel I was staying in. I yawned.
It had been a long day thus far. Limo to airport for a 7:00 a.m. flight to the state capital. Another limo to Parliament House. Meeting of the Shadow Cabinet, with hangers on, whisked back to the hotel for a quick meal. Fuck lover, shower again, fuck lover again, nap, wake just in time to check in with husband and kids at home, a nightly routine I never missed while away on these trips every month.
It was time for my loving wife act. Time to put my nightclothes on and phone Dave at home and talk to him and perhaps the kids. When I started these trips two years prior, the novelty of my being away meant the kids normally joined in the Zoom call with my husband, but with them now being of ages liking their independence as well as the passage of time having bred contempt, I was unlikely to see them tonight.
Shit, I'm being rude and haven't introduced myself, have I?
My name is Camille Brown. Wife of David Brown. Mother of Dennis, seventeen going on seventy, and Jenny, an aloof sixteen-year-old. I married young and was a stay-at-home mum until Jenny started high school. Dave supported me doing a Certificate IV in Public Relations and soon after graduating I jagged a job in the PR department of the local hospital.
That's where I met Mike. Rising star in local politics and a national Australian Rules Footballer in his heyday, a commentator of the game on national TV after his playing days were over, and owner of a used car business. Twelve years ago, he'd stood for and won a seat in state parliament and when his party also got the majority, he was made, no surprise, Minister of Sport. From there, he'd steadily progressed toward the top of the tree and was now deputy leader of his party and Chief Whip.
He made the news, and came to my attention, after being shot coming out of a bar one night. No one was ever arrested for it and the police remained clueless on who the perpetrator was. With Mike being a politician, having a bit of a reputation as a philander, and a used car salesman, the joke at the time was that if the police had asked everyone with a grudge against him to step forward, the city would have been gridlocked for two days by the queue. He was in my hospital for four weeks and I got to talk to the press on his status.
To cut a long story short, he hired me into his campaign team, got me a senior staff position after that, then bankrolled me into standing for a seat in the local parliament. I won the seat, but my party didn't win government, so I became a backbencher. That's where I was at now, career-wise. Camille Brown MP, Special Assistant to the Deputy Opposition Leader and Chief Whip, aka, Mike. That qualified me to attend Shadow Cabinet meetings but to have to sit at the back during them.
That reminded me. Sitting tomorrow would be a little uncomfortable. As soon as we'd entered the room after dinner, Mike had bent me over a chair, lifted my skirt, whipped my knickers down, pulled a tube of lube from his pocket, unzipped, slathered lube on his less than impressive cock and unceremoniously shoved it up my ass. Oh, the things I do for ambition and his patronage.
The clock ticked over to 9:00 p.m. and it was time for my act. Adjusting my pyjamas to reveal a little cleavage, I hustled Mike off the bed and pointed to a chair near the desk and told him to be quiet. He knew the drill; we'd done it often enough. If we'd had adjoining rooms he would have gone back to his, but on this particular trip we didn't and we both thought it wise to minimise trips in the corridor between his room and mine. Before dawn, when there was unlikely to be anyone around, he'd sneak back along the corridor to his room. Laugh if you like, but it was by covering every base that we'd successfully hidden our affair for four years.
Opening my laptop, I hit the necessary keys to connect to home via Zoom. Dave appeared on the other end, sitting on the leather lounge in our rumpus room, part of the eight-bedroom McMansion befitting an MP married to a successful businessman. By the angle I knew his laptop rested on his, well, lap.
Dave and I began chatting comfortably while Mike sat bored and naked, waiting for me to finish and round three to begin. So bored, in fact, that he began one of his puerile games. This one was called, '<em>Let's try to distract Camille and make her laugh while she's on the phone to her loving husband, aka, the unknowing cuckold</em>.'
Trying to hide either a smile or a look of annoyance, I longed to be able to bark at him to stop it. In my peripheral vision, I saw Mike standing there with his erection in his hand while he mimed pushing me to the floor at his feet and holding the back of my head while he throat-fucked me. Fuck! Not that again. He bruised my mouth the last time he did that and I spent half the night cleaning puke off the carpet.
I must have drifted off for a second because the next thing I knew Dave was saying rather insistently, "Camille, Camille, can you please ask Mike to stop that. It's demeaning and downright embarrassing... to him."
Talk about surreal. Mike froze in mid-pump and my mind went numb. Dave stayed quiet.
"Wha.. what are you talking about, Dave?"
Then I remembered with relief. My husband had a mischievous sense of humour. He was always saying things like, 'Put that man down and come out to lunch with me', when he rang me at the office. Today must have just been a lucky strike on his part. I decided to play along with it.
"No, dear, I've sent Mike and all the other men back to their rooms, the orgy is over for the night."
Dave didn't smile or laugh as I expected. Something was wrong. I decided to brazen my way through this and at the same time throw a little smokescreen. When I'd first started travelling with Mike, Dave had quaintly warned me that he had a reputation as a pussy hound.
"Dave, really? I think I could do a little better than Mike, don't you think? I know I'm not out of your league, but surely if I was going play around, I'd choose someone a little better than that old coot, wouldn't I?"
Mike pretended to look hurt and began miming slapping my face with his now only half-erect cock.
Dave still wasn't smiling. He took a deep breath, appearing to come to a decision. I saw his arms extend to grab the laptop and swing it around until it was facing the huge TV screen on one wall of the rumpus room. What was on the screen staggered me. The screen was split into two views. One showed me lying on the bed, the other showed Mike in all his glory standing near the dressing table. I heard myself gasp and couldn't stop my eyes darting to the smoke detector in the middle of the ceiling, obviously where the cameras were that were my undoing.
What the hell do you say in a situation like that? I stared at the screen and watched the onscreen Mike walk over to the bed. Staying out of the laptop camera's view, he leaned over to look at the screen from the side, gasped, and stood bolt upright again. He was as speechless as me. Dave wasn't, though.
"Hi, Mike. I say, where is the other half of your cock?"
Mike blushed deeply. Whether from being busted or through the insult to his manhood I neither knew nor cared. I could just imagine the view Dave had of our two mouths opening and closing like Guppy fish at feeding time. His next words were fairly incongruous, though.
"Now do you believe me?"
The screen on my laptop went through another vertigo inducing traverse of the room at home. When it stopped, I had a view of only half of Dave sitting on the couch, but a full view of the two people sitting next to him. Two words slipped through my befuddled brain to my lips.
"Mum. Dad."
My father, with a look of thunder on his face, was shaking his head from side to side as if in denial. My mother, always the expressive one, said in a voice I barely recognised it was so croaky, "Oh, Camille. I thought we raised you better than that."
She then burst into tears and leapt out of the field of view. Dad followed with a hissed, "Slut." With the slam of a door I deduced they'd left the room.
It was well known family lore that my parent's marriage was the second for both of them. They'd found each other after divorcing their exes for cheating. If my heart gave out, and it certainly felt like it might, it was racing so fast, I would be lucky if they even deigned to pee on my grave.
Looking away from the screen in sheer embarrassment, I glanced at Mike. He was still naked, bizarrely, and, knowing him as well as I did, I could see the thoughts crossing his face like an LED scrolling sign. Dave must have known before today to arrange cameras in the room. Camera footage could be recorded. Recordings such as those could damage a career... end a marriage... lose a guy his job.
As I watched, a look of determination suffused Mike's face. He grabbed a pillow, used it to hide his shame and came to sit on the bed beside me so he was finally visible on my laptop camera.
He hissed, "Now listen, cucky boy, I'm sure you're way too smart to go tell anyone about this. One sniff of the Party, the media, or my wife getting a hold of this, then your dinky little business is finished. You'll find all your current contracts drying up and good luck getting new ones. I'll—"
His voice abruptly stopped. A figure stepped into view behind the couch Dave was seated on. At first all that could be seen was a torso. Who it was, was revealed when Dave's arms again reached for his laptop screen to tilt it backwards a little. There stood Mary, Mike's wife.
You would have expected her to look livid but instead she sported a soft smile. Strangely, she didn't say a word, just tilted her head and looked around the room, obviously checking for witnesses. Presumably, spotting none, she leaned over Dave, her left hand grabbing his chest, while her right moved further down. It was off screen but I think she was caressing his package, Dave's eyes bugging out confirmed as much. By the look of him, Mary's move was unscripted and almost unwelcome. Almost.
"Camille, old friend, I really wonder why you gave this up for the pathetic excuse for a pee-pee hidden behind that pillow. Shit, a facewasher could do <em>that</em> job well enough."
Then her expression became serious as she straightened up, her hands resting casually on Dave's shoulders.
"Don't bother coming home anytime soon, <em>dear</em>, your key no longer works for MY house. If you need reminding what was in our prenup, well, you know who my lawyer is, just ask him."
She was probably going to say more but just then I heard a door and Jenny, my sweet innocent Jenny, say off camera.
"Dad, it's on next. The laptop screen view swung sickeningly again, to show Jenny coming to a halt in front of the huge TV. With her was my son, Dennis, pointing the remote at it. He was flicking through the TV channels. A news anchor appeared on the screen.
"Just to repeat tonight's top story, in a joint news conference this evening, the wife of the Labour Party Chief Whip, Mike Harding, and the husband of fellow MP, Camille Brown, have jointly sued for divorce from their spouses on the grounds of adultery. They have been allegedly conducting an affair when attending monthly Shadow Cabinet meetings here in the capital. Stewart Burns, the leader of the Opposition, says their party memberships will be cancelled immediately. 'It's exactly the disgusting behaviour our party is trying to stamp out', he released in a statement...'.
The screen went blank as Dennis hit the remote before turning to the camera on Dave's laptop.
"You did want to be famous, Mum. In case you're wondering, Dad asked us before telling the media. We said you deserved all you got."
With that, he put his arm around his sobbing sister and walked her off camera. The screen turned back toward Dave and Mary again. He had a tear trickling down one cheek as well.
"If for no other reason than the tears in our children's eyes, I will never forgive you for this, Camille. Don't expect me to be generous in the divorce, I've had plenty of time to hide everything from you and your lawyer. As for you, Shithead. You and I will have a date one night in a dark alley. Until then, kiss your balls goodnight every time you go to bed. They have an appointment with a rusty knife and a dumpster."
For the final time, my husband's muscular arm reached out and the screen went blank. I was stunned. Mike recovered quicker than me, and man of action that he is, he threw on his pants and shirt, but didn't button it up. He strode to the door and reefed it open. He again froze as a barrage of flash bulbs lit off and a dozen questions were hurled at him simultaneously. Stepping forward carried him through the door which he slammed behind him. I looked down at my nightie and visions of the next day's front pages flashed before my eyes.
I could not think of a single pillar that was supporting my life ten short minutes ago that was still standing. I remembered thinking later that I finally knew what rock bottom felt like. I was wrong, of course.
My screen came to life again with an incoming Zoom call. The image was of a man sitting in a darkened room, at a desk with only a lamp for illumination. I recognised him immediately. I'd been elected on the Catholic vote and our local bishop was good friends with Australia's cardinal, who had a holiday hideaway near our town. When the pressures of office got to him, he came here and attended our church. That same cardinal sat at the desk, red skull cap and sash in all their splendour.
I remembered that adultery was mentioned in some stone tablets given to a guy called Moses a while back. Dave always joked that, technically, that made Moses the first person ever with a tablet downloading stuff from the cloud. My present circumstances made it impossible to smile at the joke the way I had in the past.
I knew my political career was finished. While the leader of the party couldn't remove me from my seat, the voters could. What the Catholic vote giveth, the Catholic vote taketh away. I was struck dumb to be addressed by such a celebrity as this. He wasn't.
"Camille, my child, your husband has been telling me some very disturbing things about you. There will be someone here shortly who wants to talk to you."
At that point, he looked sideways and shot to his feet with admirable speed for a man of his years. That took him out of camera view, but the microphone was working fine. The last thing I heard before I fell sideways off the bed and on to the floor was...
"This is the woman I was telling you about, Your Eminence."
Here endeth the lesson.
Now lighten up.
You can thank Moreandmore for this one.
<em>Marriage counselling wasn't going well so the counsellor said, 'Mary, turn and face Tom then say something about him that you like.'</em><em> </em><em> Mary turned. "Tom, amongst all of your friends, you have the largest cock!"</em>
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Zoomie 01
Hi people, most folks call me Zoomie and that stems from way back in the day when we all had youth ATV's and I could really zoom around because of my slight size and because the fuel in the fuel tank weighed more than I did (LOL, which is almost still the same today). I'm not exactly attracted to guys, but I do wear the clothes and makeup that they like and I work pretty hard at keeping my slender size in forms that they also like (my butt has a nice shape to it). I mean, I hate being thought of as a mirror CD, but with how I live my life, well, I guess I mainly dress for photos and for the occasional visitors that my ex-roomie used to bring around.
But the good news is that I carry a good attitude with me when I dress and I think the ex-roomie's (Tad) friends at least appreciated my efforts. I mean, they didn't dump their friend just because he roomed with a silly cross dresser, so that says something, right? I mean, other than they liked being served and all, right?
And by the way, Tad didn't move out a couple of months ago because of my lifestyle choices. He had received a job promotion opportunity that he couldn't pass up, but it included a relocation to Utah, so that's the only reason he stopped rooming with me. I mean, it was a great opportunity for his future, so he had to take it, right?
Which brings me to my original beginnings of my story. I decided to document my search and interview process for a new roomie just in case the reality TV show "Roommate's Gone Bad" ever came around to Middleton in search of new TV program stories. I mean, I could see myself on camera sitting across from an axe murderer at a table and holding my crazy hair in my hands as the possible roomie candidate sat across from with that look in his eyes and an axe sharpening wheel as his luggage. I mean, based on what is considered as reality TV these days, right? Who is to say that I wouldn't be a hit if I had to run around the house in just my undies to get away from the scar faced axe murderer as he tried to explain his view point on guys who wear female clothing, but don't share a bed with anyone. I mean, that's a hit show, right?
Anyways, my TV dreams were basically dashed the day after I drove Tad to the airport. I mean, I didn't sleep very well that Friday night from being alone in the house after so long, so I was quite groggy when I woke up that Saturday morning to a surprise that I wasn't expecting. I mean, LOL, that's an entirely different reality TV show, I think.
"Good morning, Zoomie. Surprised to wake up next to your ex-roommate's step sister?"
"Huh (yawn), what, OMG, Tara? What the hell are you doing here (yawn)?"
"Solving your problems, silly. And don't worry, I'm not totally naked."
"Um (yawn), what? Tara, what the hell is going on here? Is there a TV filming crew in my bedroom?"
"LOL, no way roomie, this is very private. Anyways, I'm using my own script to trick you into proclaiming as your next, best and official roomie. Now, suck on my titties a little until you're awake enough to nod your head in a "yes" motion."
"Tara (yum, suckle, yum, suckle), there's a whole interview (suckle, suckle) process to go through and the film crew (slurp, slurp, suck, suck, yum) hasn't confirmed that they found a good axe murdered yet (hmmm, suck, drool, suckle)."
"Yeah, well, poking my belly with a hard sissy dick is an entire process too, so suckle on my fleshy titties and pronounce me as your roomie, Zoomie. Hmmm, yum, yum, right Zoomie? Ooh, wow, well now, you could suck a cock, couldn't you sweetie?"
"Tara, I'm (yum, yum, slurp, slurp, suckle, suck), um, I'm calling foul."
"And I'm calling a moving truck, so."
"You're paying rent (slurp, slurp, ga, ga, ga)."
"Should I turn around Zoomie? Is it better if you spoon hump me roomie? You can just reach around and knead my titties Zoomie, you know, like they were a set of balls, hmmm, LOL, ahh, my new fem boy roomie still likes girls, doesn't he?"
"(Suck, plop, reach, squeeze) this isn't fair, Tara! Oh, so this is what guy's want to do with me."
"LOL, forget all that for now roomie and push in there like this is a one-time thing (trick), Zoomie. I mean, make your sissy mess in your undies or on your sheets, just hump and proclaim me as your new roomie."
Stupid girl tricks!
"Hmmm, that's it, Zoomie, fall under my sins of the flesh spell and proclaim me and I promise, I won't be a mother hen about things. I mean, as long as you do everything that I say and all anyways. Besides, ooh, baby got humping game, anyways, I also promise to make your coffee every weekend as long as I don't have a steady who might object to this type of behavior."
"Are your fingers crossed (ugh, hump, push, hm, hm), Tara?"
"Push between my thighs, roomie, get all up "sins of the flesh" in there, Zoomie and proclaim me."
Stupid sins of the flesh tricks!
"I'm not paying for the moving truck!"
"Yes, you are roomie. I mean, that's real pussy you're thrusting just under Zoomie. Make your sissy mess now, Zoomie."
Stupid way male balls feel when it's about to be over! Also, wow, girl partners have a lot to offer, I mean, I like dressing like a girl.
"Am I queen of the house now, Zoomie?"
"You cheat, Tara!"
"Will my bedroom be painted by Wednesday, Zoomie? Open wide roomie."
Stupid boobs and how well they fit into your mouth!
"Hmmm, sucking a cock is just about the same, not to mention what you just did to me from the rear, so get over a few things and be the girl that you dress as, Zoomie. By the way, I'm showing off my new place by having a few friends over next weekend, so be nice to my co-worker, Kent. You're definitely his type, roomie Zoomie."
Well, the producers of the reality show "Dream Roommate's" called and said they would have to edit too much of that out, but they leave with a few promo shots of, ugh, my new roomie Tara straddling my chest, but it was from the rear and pretty much TV-17, I think.
Anyways, the good news was that, wow, my little dick does work and better yet, with Tara being Tad's step sister and all, the crews who stopped by wouldn't be all that different. And yeah, I had met Kent before and yeah, I was certainly his type and yeah, Kent was the reason that I developed the skills to hold off horny guys at bay, but he was actually pretty nice. He was just, um, handsy, if there is such a word.
Anyways, fast forward a week and yes, Tara's bedroom was freshly painted and remodeled and yes, she kept to her promise of making me my weekend morning coffee and yes, LOL, she was a total mother hen, but I knew that going in. In other words, within a week, all was right with the world despite all of the e-mails from my ex-roomie Tad about how allowing Tara to move in me wasn't without risk.
So, let me remind you of my lifestyle choices. I admit that I do want the brightest lips in the room and I will admit that I want my eyes to pop to the point of eye catching and I may want a little attention from my slender body and all, but I don't want a guy to escort me to my bedroom at the end of evening to say goodnight. I mean, in a way, my new roomie sexed me, so I was good in that area.
Well, fast forward by a couple of weeks more and I was the only one who felt that keeping things to myself was OK. I mean, I still had my defense systems in place, but Kent kept coming back for more and I think he thought that he was winning the war. I mean, yeah, Kent may have won a few battles and yeah, Kent may have a few victory notches in his belt, but neither of our belts had ever been unbuckled, so the war was at a stalemate, LOL, I think.
And it's not that I let my defenses down when Kent was able to claim a victory battle of two. I mean, he did pay attention to me and all, so let's think of it as me surrendering a battle field or two for a few private moments. I mean, a few of those stolen moments may have walked right up to the line in the sand, but like I said, neither of our battle belts had ever dropped to the floor, so, my claim that I don't wear the clothes and the makeup to have a boyfriend or be a boyfriend or maybe be the girlfriend stood firm and true under the flag.
Now, this s where things get a little fuzzy for me. I mean, like I said, I have my defense systems in place and I know when to stand and fight and when to walk away, but by the third weekend, well, maybe the attention got to me or maybe it was my other research on Chang that got to me, but by the end of the third weekend, I may or may not have let a few of my defenses fall a bit.
I mean, and I seriously mean it folks, just in case things went sideways on me in the near future, I, ah, I began, um, watching a few very mesmerizing and hypnotic T-Girl "tutorial" videos on Chang. I mean, talk about reality TV, right? They made it look so easy and effortless as they pleasured their partners in a variety of ways. I mean, I'm not saying that Tara was correct when she said that sucking on a cock wasn't all that different from sucking on a titty, but she seemed to be right about that or so the hypnotic videos made it seem. And by the way, even though things have been a little fuzzy in my head since Tara made me sign up for the online tutorials, I still don't know where all those T-Girls on Chang find all those well-endowed partners. I mean, I struggle to eat a banana, right? And for some reason, my brain won't let me say anything more about any of that. I mean, I think I have things to say, but it just won't come out for some reason. Um, wow, I seem to have completely lost my train of thought.
Anyways, back to Kent and his thinking that he was winning the war because his aggressions towards had been kicked up a notch. He's not winning, by the way. Um, although for some reason I feel the need to say that Tara thinks he has gained ground on the battle field.
"Zoomie, snap out of it. My friends are starting to arrive and you haven't a beer or a cocktail in sight."
"Oops, sorry Tara, I was, I was, well, I don't know what I was thinking about. My head has felt empty lately. Anyways, I'll take care of beer for the guys and vodka for you and Stacy, pronto."
"Alright, well, you seem to be back on earth now, so I don't know yet the type of things we're supposed to talk about, but Jacob may spend the night with me tonight, so that's cool, right? I mean, he'll be long gone before the morning breaks."
"Oh, I kind of figured something like that was coming when you made my coffee for me this morning."
"Ooh, yeah, that was my best yet, right? I mean, wow, if the reality TV crews could have caught that on video, right? Anyways, did you double shave extra close this afternoon for Kent? I think he likes how smooth you are."
See? Everyone thinks that Kent is totally winning the war, right? Well, he's not, but I did double shave anyways, but only because there was going to be a few extra people in the house. I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, Kent was just another visitor or something.
"Kent! For the 15th time, I'm a guy under all this and although I appreciate the attention that you pay to me, I'm still basically the same as you. Even though I work hard to keep my rear view as appealing and delightful as possible, I still have a surprise waiting in the front (even though it's a lot smaller than that damn tent in your pants that you strut around with), so maybe you should rethink things before we both end up in a situation that we can't get out of."
"Zoomie, you can keep all of your clothes on to kneel down in front of me and push my zipper down, so I don't need to know anything about what small little (he, he) thing you may have dangling in front."
Guys, right? They have all of the answers, right?
Anyways, I'll give Kent his warlord dues for fighting battle after battle, even though that's just a guy thing because no matter what happens, LOL, their "weapon" will always reload itself within a short period of time, right?
"Kent, this is all going too far now and I'm concerned about my ability to understand when to stand my ground to fight you off and when to walk away, so just go join the others for a while in the backyard and leave me be. I'll bring another round of cocktails shortly."
Yeah, see, see that look on his face? LOL, he truly believes he is winning the war. And given what I just said to him, well, maybe he has won a few more battles than I'm giving him credit for because lately, the gap between flirting and my retreat has widened and I'm concerned about this, yet I seem to do less and less about it. So, maybe Kent gets a few extra battle victories, but the war is far from over.
"Well Zoomie, you could at least wear looser fitting shorts and all. I mean, go change into something a little comfortable and accessible (and without a belt), Zoomie."
"OMG, you're impossible Kent. Just go outside for a while."
"Well Zoomie, what about that other thing I was talking about? You remember, the battle plan that will bring this war to an end?"
"What other war ending thing? You mean when you asked me to let you "measure" the depth of my rear cheeks? I mean, I responded with would you use a tape measure or your wandering fingers or maybe your fat weapon to measure the depth back there, but I don't remember you answering any of those to me, so."
No, seriously folks, I had never heard of "measuring the depth", so my response questions were totally legit and all. I mean, I knew the answer for sure, but if he was going to split my bare cheeks with his weapon of war, then he was going to have to say it out loud, right? Also, LOL, he would have done better if he had included a few other choice words like "luscious" or "golden globes" instead of just asking me to lay down flat and clench tight while he saws me back and forth. Between my luscious golden and shapely globes. With maybe just the hint of a sheen from a thin coat of baby oil. Like T-Girl Hillary Jaye demonstrated. On Chang. With her tutorial video. And with a partner who exceed her depth. And everyone seemed happy after that.
(Shakes head vigorously)
"Come on, Zoomie, at least let me join you in your bedroom while you change into those other cotton shorts that don't have a belt and that I know you have, alright? I mean, I can help, right?"
Again, guys and their responses when they want something, right folks?
"Kent, if you make a public post on Chang that you're joining a guy with a luscious backside in his bedroom while he changes shorts in front of you, then, well, I'll do it and I'll even do whatever else you want (with my hands only). So? You have until I finish distributing the next rounds of cold beers and cocktails to make that post."
"You know, Zoomie, you act like you're holding me off, but we always seem to end up face to face like this, so, admit that I'm winning and cave in for me."
"Hah, Kent, you keep spinning me around like a rag doll and pulling me into your chest like this!"
"And your eyes are spinning like the hypnotic videos are working, Zoomie."
"Hush, the roomie is coming, Kent, so the best I will say is that maybe and I mean maybe, I might wear looser fitting shorts next weekend. I mean, if you come around, that is. I mean, whatever."
Yeah, I'll probably regret it later for letting those words slip out of my mouth, but I had an entire week to figure something out for that. I mean, there was no gentle knock on my bedroom door that night and there was no humiliating post on Chang from Kent, so I had a week to figure a few things out.
Or at least for a night I had an entire week to figure that out. I mean, Tara, right? And our Sunday morning coffees.
"Ah, Zoomie roomie, a few of the guys want to stop by tomorrow night to watch Monday Football. Um, it's the season opener or something. Are you up for that, Zoomie?"
"You were loud last night with Jacob, Tara."
"Well, you were the one who crawled into my bed just as Jacob was taking me doggie, so stop being scared about those fuzzy thoughts in your head and sleep in your own bed. I promise, as the mother hen of the house, no one will slip into your bedroom until you're ready, Zoomie. But wow, right? I mean, can Jacob have his own reality TV show or what? I mean, you peeked, right Zoomie?"
"Well, it was all right there and all, but it was a clear tutorial that it's better for girls than for guys."
"Yet, all of those T-Girls on Chang manage to wake up every morning after somehow, so it can't be that bad, but wow, right? I mean, Jacob didn't even slow down when you suckled on me. I mean, LOL, he may not have even seen you slip under me, but maybe he did and maybe he liked it, right?"
"Fine, it looked great and pleasuring, happy now?"
Stupid female roomie issues and stupid Sunday morning conversations over coffee and stupid T-Girls on Chang who do seem to live through it all!
"By the way Zoomie roomie (kiss, kiss), he liked it, especially when you rolled and propped up your surrender flag so he had a target. LOL, I liked it too because I don't need to be pregnant right now and I like my sheets dry, so thanks Zoomie (kiss, tongue, kiss). I mean, wow, would Kent be pissed off about that or what? Anyways, I have a busy day, so expect four tomorrow night, but plan on feeding up to six, alright? Kiss, kiss."
Stupid mother hen roomie issues! I mean, fine, I was there and things look liked they all fit together nicely and there were all these wet sounds and the roomie was panting and whimpering and Jacob slapped me on the side of hips a few times and all I could think of was, well, my mind seemed to be blank, so I released Tara's boob and propped up for him, I mean, fine, I did it, so sue me!
"Anyways Zoomie, seeing how you have to wash your Delicates and all today, right?"
Stupid Sunday morning laundry day!
"Hey. Zoomie, before I head out. Where are we on roomie dares?"
"Ah, nowhere, I guess. I mean, huh?"
"Well, you had the nerve to crawl into my bed last night after you changed into a thong that you should never wear, even though your cheeks agree with a thong, so what if I dare you to wear bike shorts tomorrow night during the game? And only bike shorts with no cover up? Huh?"
"Um, ah, not just yet Tara, alright?"
"Fine, dare number one on hold, for now. See you, Zoomie."
Stupid roomie dares that come way too soon in the living arrangements! And stupid stores that are open on Sunday's!
"Um, well, these will be perfect for you, but you know, maybe a skirt or a long t-shirt to cover things up? I mean, it's your call, but here at Gary's Sex Clothing, we offer all of customers a way out."
"Well, there are some people coming over tomorrow night and there a ball game on and my roomie laid out her first dare and all."
"Oh, so your roomie is a "she", huh? Well, let sales person Frankie show you a few things, like these very long sports logo jerseys for example. I mean, do you know who is playing and does your roomie like body harnesses?"
"Oh, um, the red jersey team is visiting the white jersey team and my roomie would probably love a nice body harness, but only if you have full leotards for her to wear under it. Also, only if the body harness has hoops on it that I can use to chain her to bed or the basement wall."
"LOL well, let's not go that far, but we'll throw in a throat collar with one hoop on it just for fun. Alright then, how about a long black sports logo jersey to match these very risky black bike shorts and are you single?"
"Wow, ah, wow, Frankie! Um, what?"
"Relax, I was just asking, Zoomie. Anyways, how about a nice nude colored leotard for your roomie to spice up the game and can I attend this game watch party tomorrow night?"
"Um, Ok, nude and maybe a black one and um, wow, ah, I had hard wood floors installed all throughout my house."
"LOL, alright then, so you're clearly not ready for me, I get it, so, will there be anything else today?"
"Um, you can call me, I guess, Frankie."
I mean, what? Who the hell sells clothes and then offers themselves to you? For a date? Like probably a very gentle date because Frankie is a lot like me. Which also seems to be a thing on Chang.
"Ah shucks Zoomie, do I really have to wear the full leotard under this whip ass leather body harness? I mean, Mistress Boom, right?"
"Ah, um, I'm inviting a friend of my own over for tomorrow night!"
"That's fine Zoomie, I mean, this is your house and all. I mean, Kent might not like it, but my main purpose here is to help you. So, should I contact Kent and cancel on him or shall we let the cards play out? Mm-mmm?"
Hell, I didn't know how to respond to that. I mean, I was hypnotized and stuff.
"And you better get back to that sex store, Zoomie and pick one these outfits up for Stacey or she will throw a fit tomorrow night, so which of us is driving? Just concentrate on my wiggly fingers and answer me, Zoomie."
End Zoomie 01
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We've all had to find new ways of working, of being this last year. Our homes have expanded with fistfuls of windows, tiny snapshots on a screen, portals into the private worlds of our colleagues. There is a strange intimacy in this, even as an endless cycle of lockdowns have kept us distanced. The guy in accounting with really rather more cats than you'd expect -- the woman down the hall who clearly has a much bigger house than you'd have guessed -- the man who always has one of a selection of small children sitting on his lap during the morning 'stand up'.
We have also met those we live with (those of us who do), in new ways -- until now I never really had a clear sense of who you were when you were at work; never saw you exist in the context of colleagues I'd never met, or seen (beyond the occasionally overhead phone call) you, with a client. You aren't a different person at work, just differently emphasised. It fascinated me - this slight stranger come to live in my house, and made you suddenly exotic. We kept out of each others' way, meeting for coffee and lunch, me occasionally passing through the background of one of your meetings to bring tea before returning to my own work.
You'd claimed the lounge - larger, better light (so important for hours of video calls), and I worked in the kitchen, quieter and more solitary. As the weather grew hotter, and the temporary interlude of the virus grew to be a permanent fixture in our worlds, your business attire relaxed and you became perpetually semi-casual - red haired pulled back in a ponytail to keep cool, shirt, fisherman pants and bare feet. The bare feet slayed me. I lingered in the doorway after bringing your ice coffee, watching your naked toes pontificate under the table as you patiently explained some fine point of detail to your team, hypnotised by the crinkling of your soles, the traces of dust on your heels from where I had insufficiently hoovered.
It was then that I thought about how it would feel to crawl under the desk, and once thought, I couldn't get it out of my head. I'd always harboured the odd fantasy about public play, but discarded it into the territory of fantasy only. Too shy. To ethically problematic. Better to just imagine. But I couldn't get this imagining out of my head. I tried to work, but as hard as I stared at the diagrams on my screen, I couldn't see anything but myself lying naked under your feet while you worked. Utterly ignored, except for an occasional instruction to lick, or suck, or rub your beautiful pale pink soles.
And so I blurted it out, while we were having a normal lunch. Immediately burning bright red and part cursing myself for not being able to hold it in, but simultaneously relieved to release the image from bouncing off the walls of my skull.
"You want to what?" You said, forkful of mozzarella paused halfway to your mouth, and eyebrows arched over your green eyes.
"Nothing. Forget I said that, please?" I said, shrinking into myself and staring down into my salad looking for salvation. I heard your chair scrape back, felt you pad around the table until you were behind me. Felt the heat coming off you as you bent over to my ear and your hands slid onto my shoulders.
"You want.." You said, quietly, into my ear. "To be my ... footstool, while I work?" I swallowed and couldn't answer you, I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, and my loins tightening in my loose shorts.
"You want.. to lie naked under my sweaty, dusty feet, while I'm in meetings? Have I got that right, footslave?"
I shut my eyes and managed to nod, even hearing you say the words forced my cock rigid and tautly full.
"But what if somebody saw? What if they got a glimpse of you, lying under there, with my dirty toes stuffed into your mouth? What if everyone knew what a dirty little footslut you are?" You sounded mockingly sympathetic at the prospect of my humiliation.
"I don't.. it was", I started to say.
You ran a hand softly through my hair, and then your fingers tightened viciously and you slowly pulled my head back until I had to meet your gaze. Grinning widely at me, you kissed me and said "Strip, footboy."
The floorboards were hard and cold under my back, and if nothing else, this was a cooler way to spend a few hours than sweating at my laptop. You'd instructed me to bring a bowl of ice cubes to set within my reach on the floor, so that I could suck them periodically and use my frigid tongue to cool your feet. My cock twitched in time with your steps as you padded back into the room, and sat down at the desk. You peered under and winked at me.
"Ground rules, slave. You must remain silent - I don't want you interrupting my work."
"Of course Ali" I said, frowning.
"And.." You said, bringing your feet down squarely onto my upturned face. "Do not touch your cock, understand, my little footslut?" You emphasised this with a light slap of your sole against my cheek. "Or I'll have to tie your hands. And you don't want that, do you slave? You wouldn't be able to fetch my drinks, or rub my feet, and I might not find you useful! And you do want to be a useful little slut, don't you?" As you spoke, you ground my face under your soles, and then, turning you attention back to your desk, slid your toes into my mouth.
"Yeth miff" I mumbled around your big toe, tasting the sour, bitter, brackish saltiness of your skin and then gently sucking and swallowing as you'd taught me.
It was an hour before you spoke to me again. I heard you counselling a junior colleague about a challenging case, their side of the conversation mysterious to me through your headphones. I lapped at your soles, first swallowing down the dust and dried sweat, then mouthing an ice cube to try and make the experience as comfortable as possible for you.
After a while you pulled your feet back, and reaching blindly, wiped them dry on my face, before pushing my cheek into the floor and crossing your ankles, one heel resting on the side of my head. I strained my eyes sideways gazing up at your toes, your size 5 feet seemed huge in my vision and the discomfort from the weight of your legs focused on the side of my head was almost immediately intense. When I thought my head my crack, you shifted your feet, brought one backwards down my bare chest until you could just feel the swollen head of my cock with your toes. You played with it, squashing, tickling, rolling, grazing with a toenail. The skin of your big toe and the ball of your foot was soft, but coarse against my foreskin.
I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms and bit my lip until it bled. You hadn't said I could cum, but I couldn't hold out much longer. Then, joking about something with your junior your other foot pressed down over my mouth, and your questing toes found my nose, wriggling it between the big and second toe. Your feet never smell bad to me - I don't understand people who talk about cheesy feet, they smell fetid, funky, like the rest of your body but more intensely. I breathed in deeply, my cock starting to twitch uncontrollably, before your toes pinched my nose tightly shut and held me breathless.
It was too much, and my cock erupted with thick ropes of cum, spattering the sole of the teasing foot and dribbling down over and between your toes.
"So how's lockdown for you? Finding ways to keep life interesting? I hear you saying to the invisible person in the room, as your foot loosens it's grip on my nose and let's me breathe- the dank air between your toes.
Another thing I've always placed in fantasy only territory is eating my own cum. This is for the simple reason that, in the immediate moments after I have the idea loses all appeal. In fact, everything about this situation has lost appeal for me. I imagine that this what somebody 'normal' would feel at this moment, naked, pinned on their back by a woman's foot, able to breath only through their nose and smelling nothing but sweaty toes, rapidly cooling cum dribbling down their side and pooling in their belly button. Disgusted, ashamed, humiliated, desperate to escape.
But I can't escape, not without revealing all of this to the young woman with who, I now realise, you're joking about the slovenly ways of boyfriends. And there's nothing I can do when your cum covered foot is shoved against my mouth and your slick toes dive force their way between my lips. I slurp it down, like the filthy slut I am. You smear more of it across my face, physically communicating that you know this also. Then your hand reaches under the table and clicks impatiently at me to finish licking your foot clean. Your meeting is close to wrapping up.
I lap the last of my juices from between your toes, just as your grinning face appears under the lip of the table.
"Coffee please slut!" You say cheerfully. "Better hurry though, I have a team meeting in 5. Be very embarrassing for you to come in late, huh?"
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I have been working a couple of angles these past few months. I found a couple online that wanted to be controlled and exposed in public places of my choosing. I also found a complete submissive online from Pretoria, equally desirous of complete domination. Both asked me to write stories about them here.
And then it occurred to me. Why not have them meet? Why not control all three? Not only was this possible, but it simply had to be done.
Nick and Amber are a fun-loving couple from the southwest part of the United States. They discovered exhibitionism by accident, but were hesitant to continue on their own. They wrote of their experience here, and asked for some guidance, if not control of a new experience. Personally, it was easy to tell they wanted new experiences. Nick wants to safely share his loving wife. Amber wants to release control to Nick.
I'm glad to oblige.
Lize is a frustrated and horny woman from Pretoria. She simply wants to be controlled. No, that doesn't fully explain it. She wants a dom in her life. Lize wants to be tied up and abused. I met her in chat room. Her bio was simple: Dominate Me! I curiously watched as she slapped her tits and fingered herself. Pretty hot.
But, it wasn't enough. I then told her what to do. Following my directions, Lize got 3 belts. She tied two around her tits. Her nipples flushed with blood. She slapped her tits, and I could hear her moan with each hit. Then, the third belt. Lize wrapped it around her neck and secured it as tightly as possible. Then, she pulled the belt up above her head and pulled. Lize's face turned bright red. I could hear her gasp in pleasure. She pulled more and more. She slapped her tits more and more.
The best part about Lize is that she likes to edge herself. She edged herself for hours as I directed her through some simple bondage scenarios. Her orgasms were incredible to watch online. I knew I needed more.
And so did Lize. She begged to be taken outside and shown off in public. Unbelievably, she is unable to find any man to help her realize her darkest fantasies. I think I have the solution.
Sexual karma showed up the other day. Lize told me she had to go to Miami for business. You can imagine the rest.
I told Nick to get Amber to Miami for a vacation. I booked my flights. This is almost too easy to do. Lize has a hotel near the airport. Nick and Amber end up in a hotel off South Beach. I book a room directly on South Beach.
The directions are simple. Show up at my hotel for drinks downstairs, and then we'll decide if we want to continue. Honestly, it's not a real option. This has to happen quickly, or our regrets will be many.
My plan is simple. Once upstairs, I will direct Lize and Nick will follow my example on Amber. Our drinks refresh us, but I can tell we are thirsting for more. We head to my room.
No, I didn't get a suite or anything. I got a simple room, but with a nice patio overlooking South Beach and the traffic a few floors below. The skies are somewhat overcast, but the sun breaks through every so often. The breeze takes the curtains as I open the sliding door onto the patio.
I place some towels on the balcony railing and direct Lize to come out. I sit on the balcony chair as she approaches.
"Walk back into the room, remove one piece of clothing, and return to me" I direct.
Nick comes out, and sits in the other chair, a small round table between us.
"Amber, do what she does" he says.
They both approach the door, missing their shoes. They smile. Nick and I laugh.
"In case you didn't figure it out, you will continue this process until you are naked" I say.
Lize and Amber nod and walk backwards towards the beds.
"Nick the towels are on the railing so no one has a direct view of them. Yet. Once they are naked, we'll pull down the towels and see how they react" I tell him.
"Sounds good" he says.
The process continues. The girls return still wearing their shirts, but without shorts. Then, off come the shirts, revealing underwear.
"No more underwear today and tomorrow" I say. Their reactions reflect happiness.
On their next approach, Lize is wearing only a bra, and Amber is wearing only her panties. This is a happy and delicious contrast.
Finally, they approach, completely naked. For Lize, this is my moment to control her completely.
"On your knees whore" I exclaim.
"Yes sir" she stammers.
"Crawl toward me, and rub my cock" I say.
Almost in unison, Amber joins her and crawls to Nick. As they rub us, I can hear Amber moan as she watches Nick get hard.
"Both of you stay on your hands and knees. Come on Nick" I tell him. We get out of our chairs and walk into the room.
We turn around and get a delicious view of their asses, swollen pussies open wide for us.
"Now, get up and sit in the chair in front of you" I direct. Both women do so, tits fully on display.
"Sir, may I take down the towels?" Lize surprisingly asks.
"Not quite" I respond. "But you can stand up when you are ready. This is your next test."
Both girls look at each other, then stand up.
"Turn around, and lean on the railing" I say.
They do so. Nick and I walk onto the patio. I spread Lize's legs. He does the same to Amber. I put a finger into Lize; Nick follows suit. Both women put their heads down onto the railing.
I remove my finger, and step back to the doorway. Nick backs up alongside me.
"Now, remove the towels from the railing" I direct. "But, keep your heads down."
Lize and Amber turn their heads so they are looking at each other. Amber grabs Lize's towel; Lize grabs Ambers. They simultaneously pull, and drop the towels to the concrete patio surface.
"Stand up and turn around Lize" I say. "You are such a fucking whore."
Nick can barely utter a word, but Amber does what I told Lize. They are standing up, backs against the railing, looking us directly in the eye.
"Sir, I am ready to show more" Lize states.
"Go ahead" I say.
Lize turns around, tits easily above the railing. She spreads her legs, and soaks up some warm Miami sun.
"Go ahead and sit down" I say. Both girls sit down.
"Spread your legs, and play with your wet delicious pussies while we watch" I direct.
"Next, we get them into swimsuits and go across the street to the beach. Our goal is to get them to not only get naked there, but also return to the hotel naked" I tell Nick as the girls rub themselves into submission.
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"Alright, let's head out. Just stop there. Remember no underwear. Wear something you don't mind losing." I state.
"Nick and I are going to head downstairs to the hotel lobby. You girls head down in about 10 minutes after us. You'll find us in that small clothing boutique." I continue.
Nick smiles at Amber as we head out. On the way to the elevator, I lay out our next steps.
"We will pick out a white dress for them to wear. I saw some in the window that had buttons in front, and went down about half way." I say.
"Sounds interesting." Nick replies.
"Well, the plan is get them into matching dresses, walk over to the beach, and then down to a restaurant of our choosing, preferably with outdoor seating." I say.
"We can do a few things, eat a nice dinner, and then go dancing." I continue.
We reach the lobby and head to the boutique. Quickly, we find two dresses, each with about eight black buttons down the front. Perfect. Even more perfect is the small changing room so we can inspect our choices.
Lize and Amber arrive in short order, both wearing sandals, yoga pants, and shirts which clearly show their hardened nipples.
I lead Lize to the changing room.
"Try it on." I direct.
Lize walks into the small circular space, and begins to draw the curtain shut.
"Nope." I command. "Leave it open."
Lize strips out of her clothes, and hands them to me while standing there completely naked. I really think she is enjoying this. She never takes her eyes off mine, and slowly begins to slip the white dress on. It's a tad too big.
"Give me the dress, and I'll go find the next size down." I say.
Lize gives me the dress, and I walk away. I find the next smaller dress, and head back to her. She is still standing there, watching my every move. My cock pulses as I see her naked form, arms by her side. No doubt about it, she likes trying out this submissive role.
Lize fits into the dress perfectly. She squeezes all the buttons through their corresponding eyelets, and walks out.
Next up, Amber.
Amber already has this scene figured out. She walks into the changing room, and doesn't even try to move the curtain. Lize and I step back toward the middle of the shop so we can watch the proceedings.
After removing her clothes and handing them to Nick, Amber slips on the dress, doesn't button it up, and awaits Nick's decision.
"Honey, I think I saw another dress similar to this one up front, but with the buttons in back." Amber tells Nick as he looks her over.
"Show me." he says.
Amber steps out, and walks a step toward Nick. He stops her, his back to us, and blocking our view of Amber. I see him touching Amber.
Nick turns around, lets Amber by, and they walk our way. Amber's tits are hanging out. Nick has moved the material under her breasts, lifting them up and out. As Amber walks, her tits sway ever so slightly, and her nipples flush with blood, becoming rock hard.
Nick stays put as Amber walks by us. She reaches the front of the store, and turns right, actually toward the cash register and store clerk. Moments later, she returns with a dress hand, and completely naked.
"I hope you don't mind. I gave the clerk the first dress. I told her it was a bit too tight." Amber says grinning.
"Lucky clerk." Nick stammers.
Indeed I think as Amber walks up to Nick. She slips the dress on, and turns around for him to see the buttons on the back. These buttons go from top to bottom in the middle of the back.
"SOLD!" both Nick and I exclaim simultaneously.
I go to pay the clerk. She is obviously used to these shows, not even a smile on her face. I hand her the clothes the girls had worn down.
"Can you hold these until tomorrow morning?" I ask. "If we don't pick them up in the morning, please kindly throw them out. I don't want you to worry about them past noon tomorrow."
"Sure." she replies.
We head out into the lobby, both women fully buttoned up. That will change shortly.
We walk across the street to the beach. As the sun begins to lower behind us, we see there are still plenty of people soaking up the last remaining rays there are. Luckily for us, almost all of the women are topless. I think I see a bare ass, but that is for later. We move to the water. It will feel nice on our feet.
We get to the water, and stand together.
"So, as you can tell, the dress code is fairly lax here. In fact, it is non-existent. I had only heard of this beach, never really believing what we are seeing." I tell them.
As we are facing the beach, I see how our plans might unfold.
"The best part are the public outdoor showers right by the sidewalk." I say, pointing back toward the street. "We can shower off the saltwater there before heading back to our rooms."
The sun is very bright, but the cool breeze keeps us comfortable.
"Let's walk along the water and see if we can find a good place to eat." I say. We begin dragging our feet through the sand and water, heading southward along the waves.
The scenery is almost non-stop. Women and men of all ages, in all states of undress cover the beach. What a place. What an incredible place.
"Let's head toward that set of restaurants." I say, stopping our group in their tracks. Both girls show signs of sweating from the sunshine.
"Definitely time for a cool drink." I say as I inspect them visually.
We walk across the sand, which is still warm. We approach the sidewalk and street, and come across a set of outdoor public showers.
"Sir, I need to cool off. May I take a brief shower here?" Lize asks, not even wavering in doubt.
"Go right ahead." I reply.
Lize walks up to me. I unbutton her dress, and she simply sheds it right there. She turns around, and walks slowly to the shower, her ass firmly in place above her legs.
We watch as Lize turns on the water, and drowns her body in the cool liquid. As she turns around, rock hard nipples appear. Lize lifts her hand above her head, looks at me, and smiles. She turns off the water, and begins rubbing the water down and off her body with her hands. When she gets to her legs, Lize lifts them up, giving us a glimpse of her swollen cunt. She looks delicious.
Lize walks away from the shower, and stops at the edge of the sand, in which the three of us are still standing. We walk toward her, and I hold out her dress as I approach.
"Thank you for letting me do that. I was pretty wet with sweat, and this shower looked irresistible." Lize said.
"Plan on doing that tonight, Amber, after we do some dancing." Nick states. Amber looks back, almost dejected.
"Don't worry. I plan on having you walk back to the hotel from here, completely naked." Nick reassures her. Amber smiles, then looks up the street, realizing the sheer distance she will need to cover to do so. I can see her doing the math.
"Alright, now about these dresses. Let's count the buttons. Amber has 24 buttons on the back side; Lize has 8 up front. Amber had three times the amounts of buttons. Lize, go ahead and leave the top two buttons undone. That means Amber has to unbutton six. Nick, go ahead and unbutton the six of your choosing." I direct.
Nick turns Amber around, and unbuttons the top three, and bottom three buttons. Pretty solid choice, if you ask me.
"Our goal is to have each of your dresses held together by only one button. In fact, all of the other buttons might be removed completely." I say.
"How do you feel about that?" I ask.
Lize and Amber smile at us. "When do you start removing the buttons?" Amber inquires.
"Who said I was going to remove them?" I respond.
"We'll have to find some help for that." I finish.
We cross the street, toward a group of shops and restaurants. About a half block down is a sweet spot, outdoor seating, serving Cuban food. Right now, I'll eat about anything just to be outside. We go inside, and ask for a table outside. The greeter leads us outside, right up to the edge of patio wall. It is one of the cinder block walls, with lots of decorative holes in it.
We order drinks, and quietly enjoy the reddening skies to the East. The sun behind us is really bringing out the beauty of the clouds above the Atlantic.
Appetizers are brought to us, and the crowds outside these businesses is definitely coming alive with hungry sun seekers. I see my opportunity.
"Let's move our chairs up to the wall so we can all sit together and watch the ." I say. The girls sit between us.
"Now, put your feet up on the wall, into the holes in the wall actually, about two feet up." I calmly direct. Both girls do so.
"Nick, now is the time to wrap your left arm around your wife, and use your right hand to ever so slowly move the hem of her dress up toward her knees." I say.
Amber smiles in anticipation. Her legs part just a little for Nick's hand to take the hem. He lightly pulls. I hear her distinct breathing. I follow suit, only putting my right arm around Lize, and using my left hand to move her dress. It's like watching a dancer in a mirror as we both move slowly upward.
I stop and open another button on Lize's dress. She doesn't move.
"Three more." I direct Nick.
Nick reaches under Amber's dress at the bottom, and unfastens it: once, twice, three times.
Dinner comes, so we turn around to eat. Both women consume their food ravenously. I can tell they were excited by having their dresses moved up to their knees, pussies showing through the wall.
We hear a cumbia being played down the street, and know our next part of the adventure awaits us there...
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"Time for some photos before we head toward that music." I say. "The three of you stay right there. I'll head outside for some nice shots."
As I head outside, I text Nick some directions. Hopefully, we're not too obvious.
As I come around the corner toward the patio area, Nick has indeed gotten my message. He is positioned between both women, and they are standing up, waiting for me.
I stand on the sidewalk, allowing just a strip of grass between me and the patio wall. I frame the shot, and click on my phone. Now, the fun part. I begin to walk toward the three, still pointing the phone at them.
Nick reaches over with one hand, and unbuttons a few more buttons on the front of Lize's dress. Then, as directed by my text, exposes both nipples. I continue taking photos, my phone happily capturing the moment.
Now for Amber. Nick brings his other hand around to her frontside, grasping the top of her dress at the shoulder. He brings the edge forward, and over her shoulder. Slowly, Amber's arm is exposed, then her cleavage, and finally a breast. I have captured everything on the technological marvel in my hands.
Nick doesn't stop there. The dress continues to fall, exposing a second breast and hardened nipple. Amber freezes in place as her dress stops at her waist.
By this time, some other customers have taken note of the activity and sent a stare their way. As is the norm for South Beach, most continue talking, eating, and drinking, seemingly oblivious. My photos capture their disinterest in the situation perfectly. This is exactly what Amber has been craving. Lize is just getting started.
Both women rearrange their dresses, and exit the restaurant. As we walk southbound, I give the girls my phones so they can check out the photos. Judging by their silence, I take it they are pretty happy.
Even for the comparatively early hour, the bar is hopping. The music is loud, catchy, and we can see a throng of people inside moving to the beat. We enter, and seek out the nearest bartender.
Drinks in hand, we find a table for four, not too far from the bar. We seat the girls, and then stand behind them to take in the scene. I put my drink on the table, then slowly surround Lize with my arms. I touch the sides of her boobs as I guide my hands around to her stomach. Then, I place my hands on her thighs, and begin to smell her hair.
Nick follows suit, so we are both standing behind our women. He watches me for my next move.
I grasp the fabric of Lize's dress in my hands, and slowly pull up toward her hips. Lize doesn't move, and I see Amber is watching her as Nick begins moving her dress. Lize begins to move her ass up to allow the dress under it as I pull on it.
"Don't move." I direct. Lize stops, and waits.
I bring the hem of her dress all the way up her lap, holding it with my left hand. My right hand finds it way between Lize's legs. They naturally part. I reach for her pussy and insert a finger. I look over at Amber. She has stopped looking at Lize, and is intently staring at the dance floor while Nick works his fingers into her.
I remove my finger, and carefully unbutton one more button. We are half way through the row. I look at Nick, and he unbuttons two at the top of the row, and one more from the bottom. Amber is half way through her buttons as well.
The sweaty bodies and musical beat are intoxicating. We hit the floor, trying to fit in. Honestly, Lize and Amber are somewhat overdressed for this scene. There is a lot more skin on display that what they are showing. Amber is completely covered; Lize occasionally shows some cleavage when she spins around. It is a fun place, and the DJ does a good job.
The crowd gets increasingly larger, and the drink stronger. I had thought of doing some bar hopping, but why. Why, indeed. At the table, Amber leans over to me.
"I'm ready for more!" she yells over the music.
I nod, and lead our group onto the floor. I honestly don't know what to expect here.
"Nick, she wants more!" I yell into his ear. "What does that mean?"
"She is ready to be completely naked on the floor!" Nick answers.
The four of us start dancing again, very close to each other. Nick brings Amber around, and I can see him working on a button. He brings her around again, and I see him continuing to work on another button. Around and around they go. I unbutton two more on Lize's dress. Her tits are clearly visible, though still covered.
Nick and Amber stop. Amber reaches over to us, and brings us all together. Then, she stands with us three surrounding her, in as much of a circle as we can form. Then, she kneels down, arms at her side. The effect of her movement causes her dress to fall down her arms, exposing her chest completely.
And then, without even a moment's hesitation, Amber stands up. Her dress completely falls off her body as she rises. The three of us move into her closely, trying to shield her body from any staff noticing. The dance floor may be too crowded for anyone but those close by to see.
Suddenly, a ring of dancers forms outside our ring of three, and it is on. I back up a step, as do Nick and Lize. Amber continues to dance, eyes closed, arms in the air. Nick is entranced. I can see the shock on his face, but he moves away from her as well.
The ring of people around us keeps their space. They all just keep dancing, as if knowing that Amber is simply living out a fantasy. I pull out my phone and set the camera on video function. I get some okay video, but it's pretty dark for the phones settings. Next time, I'll figure it out.
Anyway, Amber stops, steps back into her dress, and slides it back over her body. The outer ring of dancers parts as we head to our table. Nick moves his chair up close to Amber, and they start making out. Amber grabs his cock through his pants, and he gets rock hard.
"Hey Nick! How many buttons does Amber still have buttoned?" I ask.
Nick looks behind her back. He signals with two fingers. I do the math; this means Lize should only have one buttoned. I quickly fix the situation. Actually, I button one in the middle, then unbutton the rest.
A slow song comes on, so I bring Lize onto the floor. Amber and Nick stay behind. I bring Lize close to me, and we begin a slow dance. I let her feel my dick on her waist as I grab the top of her ass.
Then, I bring a hand to her chest, unbutton her final button, and spread her dress open. I can now feel her hard nipples against my shirt as Lize holds onto me tightly. I take her shoulders into my hands, then slowly push her away, looking down at her tits as they emerge from the coverage of my shirt.
I look at Lize, kiss her, and then lead her off the floor, tits hanging out of her dress. We get back to our table. Nick and Amber have totally missed the show as they are fully lip locked, hands all over each other. I pull Lize's seat out, fixing her dress as I guide her into place.
"Let's head back to the hotel." I suggest. At this point, even a mere suggestion is probably accepted as a command. We all get up simultaneously, and walk to the exit.
"Hey man, where's the next party?" I hear from a guy as we pass him.
"We're headed to our hotel, so no more partying here." I respond as I turn toward him.
"Mind if we join in?" he asks.
"Well, we have a big morning ahead of us, so probably not in the hotel, but I could use your help with something." I reply.
"Oh?" he asks.
"Both of these women have asked us to control them, specifically their clothing. They want to be exposed by us. As you can tell, one of them just couldn't wait. Now, the challenge is for them to walk back to the hotel naked." I tell him at the door.
He smiles with a gleam in his eyes.
"Wanna help?" I ask.
"Let's go." He says. He is joined by a hot Latina lady, and we depart.
Outside, we are greeted by an old man on a bicycle, selling paletas. We stop to buy a few. They look cool and delicious. The six of us surround the cart mounted on the front of his bike, and make our picks.
"Lize and Amber, this young couple wanted to join our party. I told them we are headed back to the hotel so we can get ready for work tomorrow, but that I needed their help with something. So grab your popsicles, and let's walk across the street." I tell them. The vendor just smiles as I generously tip him.
We cross the street. The traffic is remarkably busy. We continue along the sidewalk, heading toward our hotels. The icy treats keep us busy. They are delightful.
"Stop here." I say. "So, this is where we help one of our women realize her most pressing fantasy. She wants to be undressed by another man while her husband watches."
My rapt audience says nothing.
"And, our young guest here has agreed to provide his services" I continue. "Sir, you may proceed."
"Ummm, I have one request." David says, stopping us momentarily. "I don't want to know his name, and I want him to touch Amber's breasts and ass."
"Done." our guest responds. His woman nods her approval as well.
He walks behind Amber, and we all watch as he reaches behind her to unbutton the last button. Amber continues sucking the paleta, while staring at Nick. We watch the dress fall around her shoulders, just like on the dance floor. Gravity seemingly takes over as the dress continues its descent. Our guest wastes no time. Amber puts her treat in her mouth. The traffic continues its dance past us. The dress hits the ground. Amber is fully revealed to us, even here in the darkness.
She steps out of the dress, and removes the paleta from her mouth smiling at Nick. This is a look of a woman fully realizing her deepest fantasy. Our guest picks up the dress, and lightly touches a nipple. Amber's body flinches in surprise as she had been fully focused on Nick. She gasps audibly, and Nick steps toward them.
Amber guides her free hand to our guests hand, and helps him rub her swollen breast. Nick stops, taking in the show. Amber finishes her dessert and tosses the popsicle stick toward a trash can.
In his final act, our guest place his other hand on Amber's ass, and pushes her ever so slightly toward Nick. She walks into Nick's arms, and they kiss.
"Thank you, kind sir." I say, taking the dress from him. "You just helped create some memories, sure to last a lifetime. You may follow us, but here the fantasy ends; at least for now."
"No problem, glad to oblige." he responds. "We may follow for a little, but have a nice night."
All four of us begin to walk, side by side, Amber in the middle with Nick and myself on either side. Lize's hard nipples clearly show through her dress. I'll have her naked shortly, or at least as soon as I figure how far we have to walk. The dark is somewhat disorienting, but the various streetlights along the way keep us moving forward.
Amber is completely calm, walking naturally. I have my right arm around her waist, my left arm around Lize's. A streetlight illuminates us as we walk underneath it. Amber doesn't miss a beat. We continue on, almost oblivious to the fact one of us is completely naked.
In the next bit of darkness, I let go of both women.
"Walk ahead of us to the next light. When you get there, stop, and turn around three times, then continue on." I direct Amber.
Amber doesn't say a word. She steps forward, somewhat slowly, but really without hesitation. We see the top of her head first, then the light fully engulfs her nude body. Amber stops, turns around three times, stopping and facing us. She doesn't move, seemingly frozen.
"Wow." Nick says quietly. "That is so hot."
Slowly, Amber backs up, and the darkness swallows her, almost to the point of us being unable to see her.
"Want to join her?" I ask Lize.
"Not really." she responds.
"Well, too bad." I boldly reply.
I quickly step behind Lize, and pull her dress off her shoulders. She doesn't move. I knew she really wanted this, despite her previous answer.
"Follow Amber, doing exactly what she did." I whisper in her ear.
Lize walks forward, stopping just before the light. And then, just like entering a cold shower, Lize allows the light to cover her body. She stops, and begins her dance under the light. I hand Lize's dress to Nick, keeping Amber's.
We walk forward, and Lize leaves the light to catch up to Amber. We also catch up to the girls, following just a step behind.
We continue onward, stopping at various lights, but pressing on to our destination. It's only a few minutes, but we arrive across the street from the hotel. We stop, luckily next to a public shower.
Both girls walk to it, not even needing our direction. They turn on the water for one shower, and embrace under the cold water. They lightly shiver together as they turn toward us.
"Turn off the water." I tell them. "Come here and stand with your backs to us."
They do so. I pull what was Amber's original dress over Lize's head and slip it down her body. She realize the switch right away and guides her arms into the opening.
Amber responds exactly the same way. The dresses cover them, then begin soaking up the water on their bodies. We won't need to button up these dresses; the wetness will keep them in place.
We walk toward the street and prepare to cross the road.
"Tomorrow, you will spend several hours on this beach, then return to the hotel just like this, only with nothing on whatsoever." I tell them. "Girls, stay here."
Nick and I cross the street. We turn to look at Amber and Lize. They wait at the curb as the traffic light changes to allow cars passage. As traffic receives the yellow light, I wave for the girls to cross.
They enter the crosswalk, bodies fully lit by the headlights of the stopped vehicles. Lize reaches to her sides, and gathers the dress fabric into her hands. As she walks, she brings the entirety of the dress forward, exposing her entire backside to the cars.
Similarly, Amber opens the front of her dress, exposing her breasts completely to us. A few steps from us, she squeezes her nipples.
Nick rushes toward her, scooping her up in his arms. Then, he turns around and carries Amber back to our spot. Lize follows behind, looks toward the headlights, and smiles at the drivers.
If their world was just rocked, wait until tomorrow when we are in broad daylight...
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At this point, I had figured we would all get to bed, or at least into bed. I'm ready to take Lize for another sexual adventure. Perhaps, we will all stay in my room; perhaps, Lize and I will end up alone. Anything goes at this point.
We walk into the hotel lobby.
"I'll meet you at the elevators." I tell my companions. I head toward the front desk.
"I haven't seen a sign on how to get to the pool" I tell the front desk attendant.
"It's on the roof. Take the elevator to the sixth floor, and you'll find it down the hall. Use your room key to access it." he tells me.
As I start toward the elevators, I video call Nick. He answers.
"Don't hang up. We are going to move things along and onto the rooftop." I say into my phone. I hear the ding of the elevator arriving, both from the bank of elevators, and in my phone. My phone gives my ear a little of that feedback like when you stand too close to a speaker with a microphone. I walk up behind Nick and the girls as they enter the elevator alone.
"Nick, push floor number three." I tell him. The phone continues to echo.
"But, that's not your floor." Lize tells me.
"I know. Both you girls are going to get off there, and then follow our directions from there. Now, take off your dresses." I tell them.
Lize and Amber shed their dresses which are still pretty damp. They hand both to me. The elevator dings again indicating floor two.
"Nick, give them your phone. Girls, you will see we have the video call turned on. We will give you directions once you get off the elevator." I say.
The elevator dings again. All of us look at the displayed number, hungry in anticipation. We feel the lift stop. The doors begin to open. Not sure what I would say anyway, we see no one at the door. The girls step out. I push the number six on the elevator control board. I see the girls lift Nick's phone up as the door begins to close. They disappear from our sight. As we begin our ascent, I push the number three on the row of buttons.
"Alright girls. The elevator will be back for you in just a minute or so. When it returns, get back on, and come up to floor six. Get off the lift, then turn right and walk down the hallway until you find the entrance to the rooftop pool." I direct. I can see both their faces on the screen.
"Nick, you have the con." I say as I hand my phone to him.
"Lize, hold the phone so I can see Amber." he says with his eyes on the screen. "Amber, nod if you can you see my face."
I guess she can because he continues with his directions to Amber.
"Good. Now, walk down the hallway until you hear the elevator arrive. I want to watch you." Nick says.
Our elevator arrives with a ding at the sixth floor.
"No. No. That wasn't your elevator." I hear Nick say. Amber must have heard our elevator dinging through the phone. Damn this tech crap. We get off the elevator, but not before I push both the fifth and fourth floor button. This should prolong both their anticipation, and our pleasure.
"Alright, the elevator is headed back your way." Nick tells the phone. He intently keeps his eyes on my phone. I wonder how far Amber will walk before the elevator arrives. I walk back up to Nick to watch the other side of this conversation.
"When you hear the elevator arrive, Amber needs to run back to you, Lize." he says.
It takes what must seem like an eternity to Amber. But, we hear the elevator arrive.
"The elevator is arriving. Run back. Hurry!" Lize says.
Nick and I stare intently as we watch Amber's boobs bounce as she runs to Lize. The unmistakable sound of the elevator doors opening comes through my phone.
"Oh!" Lize exclaims. We can see the phone turn from Amber to the elevator where we are greeted by the shocked looks of a middle-aged couple.
"We need to get up to the sixth floor where we left our swimsuits. Do you want to go with us? Or, we can wait for the next elevator." Lize calmly says. I can see them look at each other as Lize pans the camera back to Amber.
"You better ride with us back up. You never know who will be the next to ride an elevator. You can trust us." the couple replies off camera.
Nick and I watch the girls feet as Lize has lowered the phone, pointing it downward. We can make out four pairs of feet as the sound of the elevator door closing emanates to our ears.
"So, you left your swimsuit up at the pool, but remembered your phone?" the couple inquires.
"Well, that's about all of the story we want to tell at this point. Let's just say we have been inspired by South Beach to completely enjoy our surroundings." Amber responds.
"Well, as long as you are having fun, we are glad to make sure you get upstairs safely." we hear the female half of the couple say. No doubt, her man must be ready to go buy some lottery tickets.
Nick and I have stopped at the pool entrance. We hear the elevator arrive on our floor and turn to see the girls get off. They both wave, smiling, as they walk out and turn our way.
I swipe my card, and the pool entrance opens. The pool area is dark. I hold the door for Nick, and he walks through. The girls arrive quickly, and I hold the door for them.
"Welcome." I say as they brush past me.
There's really much more to do at this point. It is completely dark up here at the pool. We can neither see, nor hear the street traffic. Honestly, it's little odd. So, obviously, it's time to fuck.
I walk behind Lize and take her hand. "You guys are on your own." I tell Nick. I lead Lize to a lounger and I sit down.
"On your knees." I tell her. Lize moves down, kneeling in front of me. "Now, take my pants off."
My cock hardens as Lize merely touches me. I hope I can last long enough to satisfy her up here. She has been begging me to do this online for several months now. And then it occurs to me. My mission is not complete. She did want to be dominated like a whore. Time to continue the job.
I stand up, my pants around my ankles. I step out of them. Lize grabs my boxers and pulls them down as well, freeing my cock. I pull of my shirt and pull it onto her head, guiding her arms into the openings.
"Stay here." I say, walking away. I am in search of the hotel-provided pool towels, and find a nice fresh pile in a basket near the entry door. I grab a handful, and head back to Lize. She looks comfortable in my shirt.
"Lay down, arms above your head." I tell Lize. She leans back, lifting her arms above her head as directed. I stand next to her, bending over to grasp my shirt. I pull it up over her chest and then her face. I stop the shirt when all of it is only on her arms. I then twist the shirt around and around to create a tightening sensation around her arms. As I tighten it, I wrap her hands inside the shirt so she cannot free her arms and hands from this improvisational binding.
Then, I cover her eyes with one of the towels. I see it is big enough, so I am able to tie it behind her head. I pick two more towels and wrap her ankles to the lounger. I look at my handiwork, and decide to move her ankles up by lifting her knees. It will be much easier to enter with this angle. I grab the last towel, and crawl between her knees.
"Remember the first time I found you online?" I ask Lize. She nods her head. "Well, I am going to finish what we started that night."
I crawl closer to her pussy and stop my cock just as it is about to enter her. I breathe on her face. I can feel the soft folds of Lize's cunt rub against my throbbing head. I could easily enter her.
Then, just as she begged me online, I place the last towel around her neck. "Safe word: beach." I whisper. Lize moves her head up and down in agreement. This is my sign to continue.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I begin pulling the towel tightly against her neck. Lize moves her head up so I can get all of her neck under the towel. She opens her mouth to allow more air in her airway. I pull the towel ever so harder.
I hear Lize stop breathing. But, I don't stop. She has wanted this type of domination for months. We have talked out this very scenario many times. The timing is perfect.
"You are such a great whore." I tell her as I continue choking her with the towel. I can feel her body convulse and her toes begin to squirm. I look up and notice Lize has the top of the lounger firmly in her hands. I watch her hands as I choke her even more. I don't know how much Lize can take, but I know she wants to find out.
I turn my right ear to Lize's mouth. I need to be able to hear her if needed. I continue tightening the towel. A belt would have worked better, but the towel is performing well enough. I hear a gasp. I loosen my grasp.
"No. Keep going." Lize stutters.
I resume my domination over this submissive cunt. "You are such a cheap whore." I say toward Lize. I feel her hips move up slightly. "I am going to finish you off right here, and right now."
Lize opens her mouth as wide as she can, continuing to grasp the top of the lounger. I continue the tightness of the towel around her neck. All I can see are her hands. Suddenly, her hands loosen, and I feel Lize's body relax. She gives another choking sound.
At that very moment, I plunge my cock into her waiting pussy. I also let go of the towel around her neck, and I commence pounding her body with mine.
As I fuck away, I can't feel Lize moving. I take the towel off her neck, and then slap her tits. Nothing. I slap her face. Still nothing. I slap her face again.
Suddenly, Lize's body spasms back to life and she inhales fresh air. I pull my dick out of her and stand up.
"Oh. My. God." Lize gasps. "That was amazing. How long was I out?"
"Mere seconds." I tell her.
"Damn. Let's do that again" Lize says, now fully aroused.
"Let's save that part for later. It's time to truly make you my whore bitch before we go inside.I reply. I step above Lize with my dick above her face. This is another part of our online role-playing.
"Nick and Amber, come here." I say in their direction. They get up off their lounger, both naked, and walk over to us. "Watch me make this bitch my whore, just like she wants."
Having lost all inhibitions, I begin jacking off above Lize's face. Mere moments later, I cover her face in cum, just like she wanted.
Lize has never taken her eyes off mine, even when I spray my juices over her nose, onto her mouth and chin, stopping at her neck. She opens her mouth, and sticks her tongue out to lick the salty gooey goodness from her lips.
"Let's all go downstairs to finish our night and get some rest. Nick and Amber, please stay in my room tonight." I say.
I untie Amber, and we all proceed toward the door which leads to the hallway. Nick and I gather all the clothes, but neither of us makes a move to get dressed. I'm game if he is.
Anyway, I see that Lize is wiping her face off.
"Hold on. Stop that." I tell her. "Leave that cum on your face until we get back to my room."
Lize stops and looks at me. She drops the towel to her feet and stands there naked. The four of us come together, and begin walking to the hallway, and then down to the elevator. The elevator arrives shortly, and we board it to ride down one level. Silence envelops us inside the lift.
It is a quick ride, and despite the time already being past midnight, I begin my plans for tomorrow...
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The ride down the lift was uneventful. Well, except for Amber giving everything to Nick so she was as completely uncovered as Lize. Uneventful except for Amber taking Lize's hand and pulling their bodies shoulder to shoulder to stand in front of the elevator door just before it opened.
It was uneventful up to the point where the doors opened, and Amber and Lize had to squeeze thru 3 couples standing there waiting on the elevator. They didn't even say a word as they stayed close to each other and walked out to the left toward my room.
Nick and I stood there, holding towels and clothes, just staring as the girls walked unabashedly through the 6 people.
Nick and I simply smiled, and shrugged our shoulders as we walked out of the elevator to follow Amber and Lize. I made sure I didn't block the view of their asses as we followed them. To be honest, the silence was simply a huge turn on. All of us knew exactly what everyone's eyes were watching, and it was quite delightful to see their ass cheeks swinging as they walked on the soft hallway carpeting.
Nick and I caught up to Amber and Lize at my room, the card key in my hand. I handed it to Amber, and she turned to look at Nick as she slid the card into the security reader. The door lock clicked, and she pushed it open with her ass. Lize and I entered first. I turned on the bathroom light as I walked in, and turned to see Amber and Nick standing in the open doorway, kissing passionately.
Amber then lifted her arms above her head. Nick dropped the clothing and towels from his hands, and began squeezing her breasts as they continued to kiss. Then, in a most interesting turn, Nick backed up, and slapped Amber's tits.
Once. Twice. Three times. Amber kept her arms up to grab the top of the door frame with her fingers. Her back arched forward to Nick, as if begging for more. And, he obliged with a serious look on his face.
Once. Twice. Three more times. The slaps to Amber's nipples came harder and harder each time. She grabbed the door frame harder and harder each time.
"Want more?" Nick growled.
"Ye, Ye, Yessss." Amber somehow responded through the pain.
Once. Twice. Three more times again. The blows to her soft breasts were fierce, but Amber's pleasure was undeniable. Her moans with each successive blow matched his intensity.
"My face!" Amber exclaimed, practically screaming.
"You sure?" Nick said.
"Now!!!!" Amber responded.
Nick lined up his right hand, and issued a slap to the left side of Amber's face. Suddenly, she was facing the hallway
"Again. Harder." Amber said, turning her face back to Nick.
Nick slapped the same side of Amber's face with the same hand. As she moved her face back toward Nick, he slapped the right side of her face with his left hand. Now, she was facing me.
Amber kept her eyes on me as she turned her head back to Nick.
With her eyes on me, the next slap caught her by surprise. I only knew this because Amber gave a slight shriek of sorts. She shrieked again, this time louder, as another blow to the right side of her face made contact.
Amber fell to the floor, appearing spent from the repeated blows to her face. Nick picked her up and over his back, to carry her toward me, letting the door close behind him.
"Pick a bed, you two." I directed.
Nick stopped at the first bed, and dropped Amber onto it. Lize and I climbed onto the bed by the window. We continued watching as Nick got onto the bed with Amber. If I was a doctor, I would say that Amber was having multiple orgasms. She was just laying there, kinda twitching, but not really showing any other visible movements.
Nick then began moving Amber. First, he laid her out, flat on her back. Then, he lifted her arms above her head, her hands almost reaching the headboard. After that, he spread her legs, and slowly lifted knees up. For his final act with her body, Nick moved Amber's feet so they were flat on the bed, then ensured her pussy was spread wide open.
"Come take a look." Nick said to Lize and myself.
All of three of us stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the glorious view of her body. Amber did not move at all.
"Just like I told her." Nick whispered. "She knew there would be a time to go totally limp and let me take control of her body."
"Well, I thought she might have cum from the slaps over there in the open doorway." I said.
"She might have." Nick said, staring admiringly at Amber.
"When will she wake?" Lize asked.
"Oh, not until I whisper the safe word into her ear." Nick replied.
"Cool." Lize lightly exclaimed. "So, I can do this?"
Lize then walked to the side of the bed, and leaned over Amber. As she brought her tits down onto Amber's face, Lize looked at Nick, then at me.
"That is definitely okay." Nick said. "What else you want to try?"
Lize put her right hand above Amber's head, and grabbed one of her own luscious tits, and guided a hardened nipple onto Amber's lips. She continued, pressing her breast all over Amber's face. Still, no movement from Amber. This was too delicious to believe.
"Go ahead. Climb on top of her if you want." Nick said.
Lize pulled up, and crawled onto the bed. Actually, she put her knees behind Amber's head, and then leaned over, bringing both breasts on top of her head. Lize pulled up to kiss the top of Amber's head, then slowly worked her tongue down Amber's face, continuing onto her neck, and stopping at a tit.
We could hear Lize groan ever so lightly as she tongued Amber's tits over and over. She slowly moved her feet up by bending her knees and soon her feet were up against the headboard.
Then, Lize slowly began moving her head down Amber's stomach. As she did so, she was also bringing her pussy closer and closer to Amber's face. The female 69 position is my favorite; I could feel myself harden.
Lize brought her hands around and under Amber's ass so that her fingers were grasping nothing but ass cheek. Then, while Nick watched, Lize used her fingers to every so slightly pull at Amber's wet pussy.
"Come here and lick your wife while I watch." Lize told Nick.
Nick got on his knees at the foot of the bed, then slowly moved his head between Amber's feet and legs which were still bent at the knees. As Lize watched, Nick penetrated his wife's cunt, licking it voraciously. Somehow, Amber still did not move. From my new angle alongside the bed, I was able to finger Lize's ass, eventually spreading her pussy for three of my fingers. My fingers slid in easily, and began rubbing her clit with the edge of my index finger.
I removed my fingers, and brought my face to Lize's ass. I slowly ran my tongue down her butt, and stopped right where I could see Amber's face up close, eyes still closed. I have no doubt she is highly aroused, but also understanding of her duty and promise to Nick.
"Reno." Nick says from his location in Amber's crotch.
As I am licking Lize, I see Amber's eyes flutter to life. She looks me in the eyes, then extends her tongue upward to Lize's wide open tastiness. Our tongues meet within the wet, soft, delicious, skin of Lize. Amber works her tongue around mine as I continue working on Lize.
To top the moment off, I gather as much of Lize's juices in my mouth as I can. Then, I let it flow from my mouth onto Amber. She closes her eyes, then opens her mouth to gather as much of the juices as she can.
I stand up to find Nick still working his wife's pussy over with Lize watching intently. I put my right hand under Lize's stomach, and my left arm under her chest. I bend my knees slightly, then lift Lize completely off of Amber.
"See you later, I hope." Lize says to Nick. He continues working his tongue into Amber.
It probably looked funny to carry Lize like this, but I basically am carrying her like a front loader. I walk around to the other bed, and dump her out of my arms. The bed catches her naked body.
It is now time for the original part of my plan. From underneath the bed, I pull out the restraints I had placed there when I checked in. As quickly as I can, I attach a Velcro strap to Lize's left leg, then another on her left arm.
I crawl on top of Lize to effectively hold down her body, then attach the remaining straps to her right arm and leg. Once completed, I stand up and begin tightening the harnesses so that Lize is spread eagle on the bed. Finally, I open the nightstand drawer and remove a blindfold. I feel the Gideon's Bible as I remove my hand. I remind myself we are all consenting adults.
With Lize completely immobile, I get out my laptop. I connect to the hotel wifi, and then login to our favorite website chatroom. This website is like the CB radios of the past; you never know who you will encounter on your trip, but Lize has been ready for total domination. I am glad to make her deepest desire a reality.
I focus the laptop cam on Lize, and lay out some more toys to use on her. The whole idea is to get the chat room participants to pay tokens for me to use certain items on Lize. She wants me, and our viewers to have complete control over her body. We have watched other chat room models do the same.
And, it doesn't take long for the tokens to flow. First, I put a ball gag into Lize's mouth. Then, nipples clamps are applied, and eventually tightened several times. The more tokens given, the greater the amount of pain likewise given. Our favorite, token-driven dildo is inserted into Lize. No matter how many tokens are paid, the dildo begins to vibrate in response. The bigger the tip, the longer the vibrations last.
We get a few viewers to pay for clamps to be applied to Lize's pussy lips. Then, the fetish guys show up. They like camera closeups on Lize's feet. I can't make this part up; we charge a hundred tokens for simple closeups of feet and toes. These guys crack me up, but Lize appreciates them.
Finally, the BDSM guys show up for simple flogging. They love to see the leather flog hit Lize's feet and knees. I work the flog up to her breasts. For 500 tokens, I remove the nipple clamps and flog her tits. Lize fights against the ball gag as she reacts to the pain. The sooner you can hit the breast once the nipple clamp is removed, the better the sensation.
Anyway, the flow of tokens stops, so I remove all the straps and devices, leaving only the dildo. Lize sits up, and begins rubbing the dildo into her pussy for the camera. She can see her body on my laptop, and notices she still has over 100 viewers. Like all the other models, this is what keeps her rolling.
Lize sits there, legs spread, dildo hard at work in her cunt, and fingers tweaking one of her nipples. I sit behind her in the chair next to the sliding door. I open my phone, and login to the mobile app for the website. It is here I can access Lize and attack her just like the way I first met her.
I see her stare intently into the laptop camera, and out through my phone. I put all of my tokens into a tip, and press 'send'.
I hear the dildo come to life. My tip will make the dildo vibrate for one minute. I send 9 more identical tips. Lize turns her head to me.
"You trying to kill me?" She asks.
"Well, every time we have chatted here, you say you haven't cum in weeks. Maybe you're telling the truth; maybe you're not. I'm not taking any chances. You are cumming right now, on camera, and while I watch."
"Nick and Amber, come here." I tell them.
The two of them stand behind the laptop to watch Lize work herself into a frenzy, but she seems incapable of cumming. I guess she wasn't lying.
"Okay, Nick and Amber. Tie her back up." I say as I get up.
Nick and Amber get on either side of the bed, and re-attach the restraint system.
"Make sure she is spread wide open. One of you is in control of the dildo, but you should do whatever you want to Lize's body. Do you understand?" I finish.
"We got this." Nick replies.
Amber begins fingering herself so Lize can watch. Then, she grabs Lize's left nipple, and begins squeezing. Keeping her eyes on Amber's pussy, Lize arches her back up and down in response to Amber's touch.
Nick begins fingering Lize with his right hand, then grabs her hair with his left. He pulls up, but allows her to keep watching Amber. I see Amber weakening in the knees as she pounds on her pussy. The wetness engulfs her entire hand, juices glistening all the way up to her wrist.
And then, like a tsunami, I see waves of orgasms begin to attack Lize. A moan comes out of Amber's throat, and she begins to buckle. Likewise, Lize is a spasm of reaction. Her legs shudder; her arms tighten against the restraints, and her back moves up and down, faster and faster.
And then...something I've never seen up close.
Lize floods the bed in an enormous stream. I've never seen a woman squirt before. And, I've not even seen this online. It literally just explodes out of her and surprises even Nick. His arm is quickly drenched. He removes his hand and stares at it.
"Did I do that?" He asks.
"Dude, you just finished her off after weeks and weeks of foreplay." I respond.
We smile. God damn, that was fucking hot. And what an incredible day. We might arrive later to the beach tomorrow than I had planned. But, I just saw what I want to do when we get there.
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Awaken late, we most certainly did. I've had few experiences like this one. At least I had no regrets upon waking up. The room wasn't trashed like a few college trips I barely remember. I've never woken up to a woman and not remembered her name. I certainly won't forget Lize. If we somehow pull off what I suddenly realized must happen today, then she will remember me a long time.
The ring of the room phone stops my thoughts.
"Hello." I answer. "Yes, we will be there all day. Sure, we'll take the one next to it.
2pm? Sounds good."
"Alright, guys. Next up is our day at the beach." I tell my temporary roommates. "Our cabana will be ready in an hour. Breakfast is served."
Nick rolls off his bed, and walks naked to the patio door. I only know this because the sunlight streams through the glass as he parts the curtains which have darkened our room. The outline of his cock is caught by the sun. Nick seamlessly opens the patio doors, letting even more light in, and walks smoothly into the daylight.
Amber, meanwhile, has also awakened, and quickly joins Nick by his side. They stand at the patio wall and look toward the sun rising over the Atlantic. It appears the weather is going to cooperate.
I grab my shorts and chanklas. "I'm headed downstairs. I'll be right back." I tell Nick and Amber. Lize is still out of it.
Downstairs in the lobby, I find the little boutique shop to claim our clothes.
"Hey, do you have any tiny bikinis here?" I ask.
"Sure, right over there. They are one size fits all, just pick a color." The clerk tells me.
I pick a couple of suits. They are so small, it's even hard to see them on the display. I also grab a couple of large beach towels. These should work well for our afternoon across the street on the beach. I head upstairs.
Opening the door, I am greeted by some very overly-dressed women.
"Uh-uh. I say, pulling the suits from the bag. I toss the tiny bottoms to them.
"Put these on. This is what you are wearing down to the beach." I continue. "The rest of your outfit is this towel. How you wear it is up to you."
Amber and Lize undress right there, tossing their clothes on the bed. The bikini bottoms are barely enough to cover their delicious pussies. Darn. Amber unrolls the towel and wraps it completely around her body, just under her arms. Lize simply rolls the towel up lengthwise, then wraps it around her neck, letting the ends fall over her tits. While Lize appears to be covered up in the front, seeing her naked back as she walks to the door is the dead giveaway. Well, that, and the dental floss up her ass complete the illusion of nudity.
"Well played." I say. "Well played, indeed."
At this point, the women are completely at ease walking thru the hotel no matter their state of dress, or undress. Our walk out the door, and across the street to the beach is as natural as walking through a store. This town is perfect; the people don't even stare at us, allowing us to blend in with the crowd.
Arriving across the street, we find the set of hotel cabanas quite easily. Number 4 is our first cabana; we get number 5 in a few hours as well. I open the beachside curtains to the cabana. Our breakfast appetizers are already in place: fruit, coffee, and mimosas. The main courses should arrive shortly.
Lize approaches the cabana right behind me.
"Hand it over." I say, reaching for her towel. She turns to face the beach, and I pull the towel off her neck, exposing her to the Atlantic Ocean, and any nearby people on the lookout for hot women.
"Same." Nick tells Amber. She lifts her arms, just like last night. Nick takes out the tucked-in edge of the towel, and holds it while he spins Amber in place, and out of her towel. Thus, Amber and Lize enter the cabana, never to wear anymore than this amount of clothing the rest of the day.
Inside, the cabana is surprisingly fairly spacious. Just inside the entry is the table with our breakfast and 4 chairs. Immediately behind it are 2 massage tables. The walls are simply thick canvas curtains which can be opened for air circulation. The top half of the curtains are a see-thru mesh, also to allow air circulation and privacy for those on the tables. I am not worried about privacy at this point.
The girls sit down at the table to begin devouring some of the fresh fruits. I pour 4 mimosas, and then begin to take in the sights. The beach is a hive of activity, even now just before noon. Even from afar, I can see lots of bare skin. The water doesn't seem too far away. Between us and the water's edge, I think I spy a few totally naked sunbathers. Two more will be joining them shortly.
The rest of our breakfast order arrives quickly. The girls don't even move. They just continue eating and talking while the server places our food in front of them. I wonder if they forgot they are topless. We all consume our fair share of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Everything is delicious.
"OK, so at 2pm, we are scheduled for couples massages. We actually have the cabana next to this one at that time so all four of us can relax together." I inform everyone.
"For now, both of you girls should get onto these tables so we can service you." I direct.
Amber and LIze smile, and get onto separate tables, facing down, heads toward the water. I stand next to Lize and run my hands from her feet up her legs, across her ass, and then up her spine to her head. Her ass responds by rising ever so slightly. I run my fingers back down to her ass and slip them in between her butt cheeks. I can feel the thin bikini fabric barely covering her asshole. I am able to finger Lize here with no resistance whatsoever.
I don't stay there long. I move both hands to Lize's back and begin to rub lightly, in circles, then reverse direction. I work my way up and down Lize, touching as many parts of her as possible.
Nick has followed suit, working his way around Amber's body. Then, he stops, and walks to a canvas wall. He moves the curtain back. Amber doesn't move. He also moves the back canvas over to our side so Amber is clearly visible to anyone on the street behind us. I pull open the curtain behind me, and the ocean breeze fills the cabana.
We go back to work on our women. I decide to up the ante. I roll Lize over onto her back. Again, I start at her feet and move my hands up her body. This time, I can part the bikini covering her cunt just enough to spy some pink skin. I continue upward, pausing to rub her tits, then finally grasping her neck to rub any and all tension out. I can feel Lize relax.
I spy Nick working on Amber. On his third or fourth pass up and down her body, Nick stops at her hips and grabs the strings wrapped there. He pull the strings up off her skin, then moves them down to legs. He begins pulling the suit off Amber, and she responds by lifting her body up to allow the suit under her to follow his hands.
Soon, Amber is completely naked on the table. Well, that didn't take long. Not to worry, it's about to get better.
"I need to cool off." Amber says, raising her head.
"Well, go ahead. I'll make some more mimosas." Nick replies.
And then, much to my surprise, Amber simply gets up, and walks toward the water. Naked. Completely naked.
"Hey, I'm coming, too." Lize says, getting up off the table to follow Amber. She keeps her bikini bottom on.
Nick and I just stare at each other, then follow the girls with our eyes as they amble through the sand to the water. Nick and make fresh mimosas, saying not a word. We really don't need to. We are too curious to see how this plays out.
It's about thirty to forty yards to the surf. The girls took about fifty of the most glorious steps I have ever witnessed in broad daylight in public. What a sight. I'm not sure the girls really stood out as they walked between the naked and semi-naked bodies lying on the sand. But, they sure did to me.
Anyway, Amber and Lize safely arrived at the water, and slowly walked and sank into it until completely covered up to their necks. Then, they returned to the edge and sat down to face the ocean.
"Let's go." I tell Nick.
Here is my new opportunity. We grab 2 drinks each and head to the women. It's a fun walk highlighted by the views of so many naked breasts and lots of skin. Man, I love the beach. Anyway, we arrive and sit beside the girls.
"Here you go." I say, handing a mimosa to Lize. She takes it and sips on the glass.
"I need to cool off." I tell Lize as I hand her my glass. I get up and walk into the water and splash water on my shoulders.
I have walked out far enough so I can sit down in the water where it is up to my chin. The cool Atlantic waters feel fantastic. Lize follows me out, glasses in hand.
"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Lize asks.
"Sure does." I respond, taking my glass back from her.
Lize sits down next to me and we are looking directly at Nick and Amber. I reach my left hand around Lize and begin rubbing her ass. Then, I slide it under her ass, and let my fingers search for her pussy. I don't like the angle, so I move my hand back around and directly in between her legs. Lize parts them for me, and I can easily rub her through the suit.
Fingering Lize is even easier than I expected. The suit offers no resistance, and neither does Lize. She calmly drinks her mimosa as I rub and finger her pussy.
"My goal for you today is to have you cum right here on the beach. A full squirt would be the icing on the cake." I say to Lize, making her squirm around my fingers.
"First things first, though." Lize replies. "Take my suit."
I remove my hand from deep inside her, and take hold of a bikini strap. Lize rises slowly. My hand keeps it grip, and the suit remains in place and falls off Lize's body into my hand. As a result, she is standing up next to me, completely naked. Then, she walks toward Nick and Amber who have just finished their mimosas. This is going really well for us.
Lize stops a few steps from me. "By the way, I won't be needing that anymore." She states, looking at the suit in my hand.
I drop it, as if by her command. Lize continues onward, and then past Nick and Amber. She walks alone, completely naked, with the three of us behind. Nowhere but South Beach, I think to myself.
At the cabana, we see the other one is now clean and ready for us.
"You guys take the other one." I tell Nick.
"Okay." He replies, and then swoops Amber up and into his arms to carry her to the new cabana.
Lize and I enter the original cabana, and she lays herself back down on the table, face up.
"Good God, that was hot." She says to me.
"Yes, indeed. And, I see you are primed and ready." I say to Lize as my fingers find her pussy completely wet.
Lize lifts her knees, spreading her legs for me.
"I want you so badly to fuck me right here." She says to me.
"Well, that isn't happening. Yet." I say laughingly. "But, I am going to rub your body down right here until you gush all over my hand."
"Don't you stop until I do so." Lize replied.
I resumed touching and rubbing her. Lize's head rested gently on the table, and I watched her close her eyes. She relaxed even more as I put one finger in her pussy. The world seemed to melt away as I rubbed Lize's shoulders with my left hand and began slowly entering and exiting her wet cunt with my right fingers. I know it won't take long for her to cum, but the goal is to get her to squirt. I'm not sure how this will work out, but the challenge is before me.
I had thought about tying Lize to the table, but I'm not sure it will be necessary this time. I have some nipple clamps ready, but her body is already responding nicely. I can simply edge her along to her next orgasm. I need to be patient. Or, do I?
"Let your arms and legs fall off the side the table." I instruct Lize.
She does, actually going limp so only her back and ass are on the table. I remove my fingers and walk around the cabana, slowly closing the curtains. This might get intense, and I'm not sure anyone needs to see my hard on when it arrives. I get back around Lize and begin running my right hand along her left knee and up to her waiting pussy.
The time is now. I slide a finger into her. Then another, and another, and another, finally I have all five fingers inserted halfway into her glistening, moist, deliciousness. Then, slowly, I open and close my fingers to rub any and all parts inside. I push my hand harder into Lize. She remains motionless.
Finally, I begin twisting my hand and her cunt allows my entire hand to enter. Soon, my arm is wrist-deep inside. I look around and see nobody nearby watching, so I resume twisting my arm.
I hope I didn't rush this. I keep working on Lize's pussy, pushing in and out, really exploring her physical limits. She really hasn't moved much at all, her arms and legs still dangle freely off the table, and her eyes are closed. Time to see what more I can do.
I place my left hand on Lize's neck, and squeeze. Her mouth opens slightly. I continue pushing down on her neck and into her pussy at the same time. Things are moving along quickly. Lize's head remains in place, but I can see her stomach tense. Her back arches just a little when she flexes her ass. I have her now.
Bravado enters me. I really start moving my hand in and out of her cunt, pretty much fully removing it and quickly shoving it back in. She won't last long with this pressure, and, sure enough, she doesn't. The explosion of juices startles me once again. Well, that, and Nick.
"Holy shit!!!"I hear behind me.
Nick and Amber have been watching us. Lize continues to cum around my fist. I let go of her neck and twist a nipple. Her entire body reacts. Amber walks opposite me and begins rubbing Lize's legs from the knee up. Lize continues with another orgasm. Her arms and legs have moved only a little. She is truly free in this moment, and under control just like she wanted.
I remove my fist slowly, keeping it clenched. Lize shudders with one more orgasm as I do so.
"Me next." Amber tells Nick.
"Get your own cabana." I laughingly reply.
With that, Amber and Nick leave us and enter the other cabana. I scoop Lize up, and carry her to the water. She awakens quickly, and holds onto my neck. I walk waist deep into the water, and lower our bodies together. We arrange ourselves, sitting next to each other, Lize on my left, and facing the distance.
Lize leans her head onto my shoulder, then lowers her hand down to my cock. I strain against my suit with my hardness.
"Thank you." Lize says to my ear. "I like being your bitch with no control. That felt so good."
With that, she begins stroking me through my suit, and then pulls the waist down so she can engulf my member with her fingers. I lean back just a little to let the suit relax at my thighs. Lize strokes ever faster with a deft touch. I like a light grip and she has me rolling pretty quickly.
And then....she stops. Lize gets up without saying a word and heads back to the sand. So here I am, raging hard on, in the Atlantic, and my woman just left me. I turn around on my butt to watch her. She is still stunningly naked, and walks out of the light surf without even looking at me.
I'm kinda stuck until this engorged member of mine dies down. I turn back around, pull my suit up, and get up. I walk a little deeper into the water and just stand, hoping for the blood flow to die down. It's going to take a few long minutes so I keep focusing on the horizon.
Once things have died down, I head back to the cabana. There I find Lize lying on her side on the table. I close all of the curtains and walk around her. Her face is waist high.
"Fill my mouth." She says, with a wink in her eye.
I oblige by pulling my suit down and placing my dick in front of her face. As I harden once again, I look around. I am comfortable here since no one can see in very clearly. I begin fucking Lize's mouth. She also sucks me as I pound her face.
I look up to find Amber standing there, still naked. She walks in, followed by Nick. Amber stands behind Lize's head, and takes hold of it in her hands. She begins moving Lize's head for her. Nick stands just behind Lize's ass, to Amber's right.
Amber reaches over to Lize's ass with her right hand. She puts her fingers into Lize's crack. Nick pulls Lize's body at her hips, and brings her body toward him. Soon, her ass is touching Nick. He quickly whips his cock out, and Amber spreads Lize's ass so he can enter her pussy from behind.
As both Nick and myself cum into Lize at the same time, I wonder if Amber is needing the same treatment. Only one way to find out.
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Amber slapped Nick on the ass, then walked out of the cabana back to the beach.
"Zoo, grab Nick's phone, and follow me." Amber directs.
I slip on my speedo, and head after Amber.
"Hey." I say, as I catch up to Amber. We continue on toward the water.
"Well, I don't need to do a striptease, I guess. I just want some action shots in the water." Amber tells me.
Amber sits right at the water's edge, just where the advances onto the sand, then recedes back to the waves.
"Take some pictures of me. I want some memorable shots for Nick." Amber requests.
I walk around Amber. As I scan the crowds on the beach, I think I have got to get to Europe's famous beaches. I am amazed by the obliviousness of people to their surroundings. Why they aren't staring at Amber is amazing. Then again, most of them are naked, too. What a scene.
"Hey, Mr. DeMille. I'm ready for my closeup." Amber exclaims.
"Sorry. I was just thinking you can do whatever you want. No one seems to notice jack diddly squat here." I say.
"Ummm, I don't give a shit what they see. What I am about to do is for Nick, and if they watch, well, they watch." Amber says with a smile.
I begin taking pictures. I walk around Amber, clicking away. I bend down behind her so I can get a picture of her facing East toward those European beaches awaiting my visit.
I stand above Amber. She tilts her head back and looks into the camera. I click a few shots, her nipples firmly visible below her face. She smiles as I move around.
"So, what is your deepest darkest fantasy?" I ask as I walk into the water. I want to frame shots of her naked with the beach crowds behind.
"I want to fuck right here." Amber says. "I want to suck cock. I want to cum on the sand when the saltwater hits my pussy. I want to be carried back to that cabana because I can't walk from cumming so hard."
"Well, I imagine we can make some of that happen. I'm not sure we wouldn't get kicked off the beach for such blatant sex." I respond.
"I don't care." Amber says. "Let them come and cuff me. I'll just cum under their control."
Amber then turns over onto her stomach, then lifts her ass. I continue taking pictures. Her pussy separates as she places her elbows in the sand.
And then, Amber slowly backs up toward me. I feel my speedo tightening, so I back up to waist deep water to cool off my package. I click away as Amber keeps moving, her pussy is fully engorged. I zoom in for shots of her tasty ass.
Then, Amber stops in slightly deeper water, and lays down on her stomach. She puts her left arm under her head and looks to her right. I see her right arm move to her side. I'm pretty sure I know where this is going. I back up a little more, and kneel in the water, keeping the phone just above ever moving tide.
Amber's ass rises just a little, and I click a few pictures of her right hand moving into position onto her clit. I zoom in as a finger enters. I take a few pictures, then switch over to video mode.
"I'm taking a video, so work quickly." I direct.
Amber obliges. Her hips move ever so slightly up and down on her fingers. It is very subtle movement, subtle enough I hope so as to not bring attention to herself.
Her hips stop. But, those fingers begin to dance on her sex. With her index and ring fingers on either pussy lip, her middle finger goes to work, entering and exiting more and more quickly.
Meanwhile, the tide has changed, as it does. The waves begin to hit Amber's pussy in its natural progression.
"Take your fingers out." I tell Amber.
She puts her arms together under her head.
"Let the water do its thing." I direct, continuing to capture her on video.
I stop the video, and go sit next to her head. I switch back to photo mode.
"Lift your feet out of the water." I direct.
I get a few shots of her feet with the Atlantic behind them. I hear a moan.
"Don't cum yet. I need a few more shots." I say.
"Take some pictures of this, Zoo." Amber says.
She moves her right arm under my right leg. I lift it in response. Quickly, her hand is on top of my package. I point the camera to my hardening cock, and Amber squeezes quite tightly.
"I want it out." Amber requests.
"Then, get it out." I respond.
Amber grasps the top of my suit in her fingers, and pulls down. My cock springs out into Amber's waiting hand. She grasps it, and begins rubbing the hardness.
"Here at the water's edge, it's time for you to edge." I say. "Let the water work on your pussy."
Back in video mode, I capture the water lapping against Amber's ass. I scan the horizon and end up with a shot of her nails digging into my hard cock. The swimsuit just under my balls is keeping me from cumming. I look at Amber just as she begins to close her eyes.
"That's enough. Let's go back and finish you off." I say.
Amber lets go, and I put myself back into my suit. I need a moment to get this raging hard on under control. I scan the photos and video while I wait. The pics are decent enough I guess.
"How about a selfie?" I ask.
"Okay." Amber responds.
Amber scoots closer to me as I hold the phone with my left hand. I move my right arm around her back, and pull tight. I reach under her right arm, and begin squeezing her breast. I take a few photos, tightening my fingers on her nipple each time. Amber's tits are nice and soft, and the nipple responds to my touch very readily.
Amber smiles at me and gets up.
"Let's go." She directs. "Or else I'm going to suck you right there."
"Right behind you." I respond. Although a blowjob is hard to pass up. Damn.
Anyway, we make our way back to the cabana. I see Nick taking in some sun, completely naked. I guess he's settled in. I also spy Lize still on the table, seemingly asleep.
Amber stops at Nick, kisses him, and enters the cabana. She stops at Lize's feet and touches the top of her left foot. Lize's legs moves just a little, and her eyes open. She looks at the ceiling of the cabana, then points her stare at Amber.
"Casino." Lize has something to that effect.
"What?" I ask.
Lize spreads her legs, and repeats. "Casino."
Suddenly, Amber falls onto the table between Lize's legs. Lize gets up and off the table, still naked.
"Amber asked me to do this for her. 'Casino' is our code word. She is now fully ours. She belongs to us while Nick watches. Not even Nick knew about this." Lize explains.
"Not only does she want to be fully controlled by us, she doesn't want Nick to touch her. He can watch." Lize continues to explain.
"Nick, come in and close the cabana curtain. This chair is for you." Lize states.
Once Nick is in place, we go to work. Lize grabs Amber's hands and pulls her onto the table with her legs still hanging off the side.
"Fuck her." Lize tells me.
I step behind Amber and spread her legs. I hand the phone to Nick.
"Take pictures if you want, or enjoy the ones from the beach. We had fun." I tell Nick.
I pull down my suit and rub my cock. It doesn't take long to get hard. I grab Amber's hips slowly enter her. The smooth skin surrounds my cock and I quickly begin to rock back and forth into her. Amber doesn't move.
"Flip her over." Lize tells me.
I pull out, and begin twisting Amber's body around and onto the table. I move her entire body toward Lize, finally getting her feet onto the table. And then, I crawl on top and re-enter her cunt. I won't last very long. I edged just as much as Amber did in the water.
Suddenly, Lize jumps up onto the table, ending up with her knees around Amber's head. I lift my head, and begin to kiss Lize on the lips. I can feel her body lower down onto Amber's face.
Up here on the table, I can see out the top of the cabana curtains. We are fairly exposed if someone were to walk up. I continue pounding her pussy. Amber definitely wanted this because she hasn't moved at all.
As much as I am enjoying Amber, I can only last so long, and I unload my cum into her after only a minute or so. I could brag here, but I've never fucked a MILF, much less fucked one in front of their husband.
I get off the table, and turn to find Nick has captured everything on his phone. He smiles at me.
"Amber is fucking awesome, dude." I say, smiling back.
"I told her I would allow her to fuck someone else one time only." Nick said. "I have to say I really enjoyed that, and I'll let her do it again if she wants."
"Well, enjoy..." I am about say more when I'm interrupted.
"Turn her over and let her hang off the table." Lize directs. "Nick, you're gonna want to video this as well."
I put Amber onto her stomach, letting her legs hang off the side. I hold onto her shoulders. Lize walks around, gets onto her knees, and crouches below Amber. With her back to the table, Lize places her face below Amber's pussy.
"Lower her just a little." Lize tells me. "About 5 inches. I'll tell you when to stop."
I let Amber's body down ever so slightly.
"Right there." Lize says.
"Holy crap." Nick exclaims.
"I love me some creampie." Lize states.
Nick kneels down, phone in hand, and watches as Lize licks Amber's pussy. She starts slowly on her pussy lips, stopping every few seconds to lick the inside of her thighs.
"Is that what I think it is?" Nick asks.
"Yep. Creamy, salty deliciousness straight from Zoo to me, via Amber." Lize replies.
"Well, dive right in and enjoy." Nick tells Lize.
"Zoo, this is amazing. Let's switch spots so you can see." Nick says.
He gets up, and places the phone on the table to take control of Amber's body. I grab the phone and walk around to find Lize absolutely going to town on Amber's pussy. Her chin glistens with what I am guessing to be some of my cum. Amber's cunt is wrapped around Lize's face, and yet, still she remains motionless.
Lize finishes, and relaxes below Amber. She smiles at me, then gets up onto the table next to Amber.
"Moonpie." I hear Lize whisper.
Amber immediately gets up.
"Let me have the phone." Amber tells Nick.
Nick and Amber sit together on the ground, looking into the camera.
"You are so amazing." He tells her.
Amber smiles, looking Nick in the eyes. They kiss.
"Time to head home." I say. I'll surprise Lize with my ticket to South Africa later. For now, this is about Nick and Amber. I open the curtains on the cabana, staring at the Atlantic. I'll never forget this beach.
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Nick and Amber: I hope you enjoyed this. Until we meet again.
Zoo
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zoot: "I am zoot, the chaste."
Sir: "I am jackrabbit. Just jackrabbit. But you may call me Rabbit Sir."
zoot: "we don't see many strong Sirs here."
zoot looks at her friend redfox, who is trying to suppress (or at least hide) her laughter.
zoot [to redfox] "Shush, redfox." [to Sir] "We are nubile girls, inexperienced in the ways of love."
redfox: "she's not inexperienced."
redfox laughs out loud now.
redfox: "she's naughty. Bad, bad, naughty zoot. You should spank her. Yes, spank her, then spank me."
redfox starts laughing louder.
redfox: "Then spank her dear husband."
Now zoot is laughing with redfox.
redfox: "Yeah. Yeah. And then take pictures, because i want to see her dear husband being spanked. he so deserves it."
Rabbit Sir looks at zoot adoringly and with a gaze that makes her body hum. she starts to feel warm all over and weak at the knees. Blushing and head tilted down and to the side, she approaches Rabbit Sir and falls to her knees in front of Him.
zoot: "Dear Sir, i desire to serve You. Please command me."
He strokes her hair gently as she looks at His feet. He feels her relax slightly under His caress. He grabs her hair and tilts her head up to face Him. He speaks slowly and confidently:
Sir: "So, zoot ... my girl, my pet ... zoot, the chaste...?"
zoot: "Yes Rabbit Sir?"
Sir: "So, after I spank you, I shall caress your warm, stinging ass while I nibble on your inner thighs."
Rabbit Sir takes zoot's right hand and lifts her by it, saying simply, "Rise." He leads her by the hand to a fainting couch. He looks from zoot's blushing face to the couch, then nods. zoot sits. redfox has stopped laughing and started muttering:
redfox [to herself] "Oh my god." [to zoot] "Remember, we share everything."
redfox's eyes widen, and she raises her eyebrows expectantly. zoot glances at redfox and smiles softly with full lips, but she quickly looks back to Sir, who now stands in front of her, rocking His hips slightly, as his erect cock strains against the fabric of His jeans. she smiles up at Him.
zoot [playfully]: "You want me."
Sir: "I shall not want, my dear zoot, for I have you, and I shall take you. Wherever I want you to go, I shall take you. I will fill all the places where you feel empty. I will occupy you. As you have said, I consume your thoughts. I will lap onto your shore till water springs forth from your fertile earth, and I will bathe in you. I will dive in, and when I withdraw, your body will ache for me to dive in again. I do not need to want with you, my pet, for you will give me everything, and I will take up residence in your mind and in your heart and in your cunt... So, after I spank you and caress your warm, stinging ass, and after I nibble your inner thighs here..."
Rabbit Sir presses firmly on her inner thighs with the palms of his hands, urging her to part her legs wider, which she does. her body feels like it will melt under his touch.
Sir: "Take off your pants."
zoot looks nervously at redfox and bites her lower lip.
Sir[whispering in zoot's ear]: "Now, zoot dear, you are My good attention whore. And you will do as I say. Take off your pants. It is what I require of you. Now, bitch."
zoot gasps slightly and looks both stricken and excited. He bends and pinches her left nipple with His right hand. zoot wriggles under him, while she unfastens her pants and eases them off, leaning her body one way and then the other till she works the fabric out from under her.
Sir [whispering in zoot's ear]: "That's my good girl."
Rabbit Sir slides a hand under the crotch of zoot's panties and gently dips a finger into her and then holds the finger up to her lips, watching her suck his finger hungrily. While she sucks and licks his fingers, he begins to address her again:
Sir: "After I spank you and caress your warm, stinging ass and after I nibble your inner thighs here..."
Rabbit Sir scratches zoot's inner thighs, digging short nails into her tender skin.
Sir: "...the oral sex."
Rabbit Sir slides a hand back under zoot's panties and massages her mons gently with the heel of his hand, while he slips a finger into her again, just a touch, to the second knuckle. He slips his finger in and out of her at this shallow depth, as he continues:
Sir: "I shall lick up and down along your outer labia and your inner labia, and My tongue shall dance with your clit, and my cock will throb with wanting to be here."
At this, He inserts two fingers completely into her vagina, as she moans under Him.
zoot: "Yes please, Sir. i want You inside me now. i want Your beautiful, hard, hot cock inside me. Please fill me up with Your cock, Sir. I want you so much."
While she says this, she rubs one hand on the bulge in His crotch and with the other hand reaches under His shirt and scrapes His side with her nails till He gasps and grimaces slightly. Then He giggles. He bends over, continuing to finger her cunt, but withdrawing the fingers from where she wants to draw in and squeeze HIs cock. she whimpers and pouts slightly when He pulls His fingers out.
zoot: "Please Sir. Please fuck me now."
Rabbit Sir smiles pleasantly.
Sir [whispering in zoot's ear]: "Put your hands behind your back. I'll decide when you're ready."
Rabbit Sir stands back upright. zoot sits on the fainting couch doing a "fuck me now" dance with her hips but keeping her hands folded behind her back as she's been told. she leans forward, tilting her head to the left and bites Sir's erect shaft through the jeans. Then she pulls back, surveying the effect of the bite on his arousal and the saliva print on his jeans.
zoot: "You're a horrid, horrid Sir, making Your pet suffer with wanting You. Plllleeeeaaaasssseee fuck me, my horrid Sir. i am Yours. Please take me. Your pet wants so much to please You, Sir."
Rabbit Sir smiles at his aroused pet.
Sir: "I shall lick up and down along your outer labia and your inner labia, and My tongue shall dance with your clit, and My cock will throb with wanting to be inside your cunt and shall point to you like a divining rod, saying, 'This is where the waters flow.'"
Rabbit Sir dips His fingers into her cunt again and licks the fingers, then holds them up to zoot's lips.
Sir: "And then you may lick and suck and even nibble on your Sir's cock, so you can show me how hungry you are for Me."
zoot: "Yes Sir, i am hungry for You."
Sir: "Rise"
zoot: "Hmm??"
Sir: "Give me your hands."
Rabbit Sir extends His hands palms up, and zoot places her hands in his. He lifts her hands and her body follows until she is standing very near to him, close enough that she can feel His breath on her face. she moves to kiss Him, but He moves back.
Sir: "Wait. Stay still My pet."
zoot pouts a bit. Rabbit Sir slips his hands up her shirt to caress her waist, then slides His hands to her lower back, pulling His pet into Him till the throbbing in His jeans presses against her pelvis. And He kisses her deeply, and she moans under Him and kisses at Him hungrily. He slides His hands from her back to her hips and pushes her away from Him, breaking the kiss. zoot whimpers a bit and touches His chest.
zoot: "Please Sir."
Sir: "Put your hands behind your back."
zoot follows his instruction, but she also shifts her weight from one foot to another. Wtih His hands on her hips, He slips fingers under the waistband of the panties and pulls them down. The sopping panties fall to her ankles, and she steps out of them. He puts a towel on the fainting couch behind her.
Sir: "Repose. There on the couch. Part your legs."
zoot follows His instructions. He lifts her feet from the couch and sits under them, lowering her feet to rest in His lap.
zoot: "Where shall i put my hands, Sir?"
Sir: "Between your legs, My dear slut. I want to watch you touch yourself. And you may press on My cock with your toes while you do so."
zoot: "But wouldn't Sir rather fuck me now? Doesn't my Sir want to be inside His girl?"
Sir: "Are you challenging Me? Do you mean to doubt my desire or impugn my judgement? Would you rather be lecutred about service while your hands rest on your thighs but are not allowed to touch your cunt? Is that what you want?"
zoot: "No Sir. Please. i'm a good girl. i want to please You, Sir. i will do what i'm told, Sir."
He smiles.
Sir: "I shall watch you touch yourself now then."
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So, if you're reading this you're probably wondering why I look so familiar, or where it is you know me from. Here's a hint: "My Daddy works for your money." Yeah, I'm the girl from the Digital Aeon Investments commercials, Zophie Cummings. Once one of the largest money management groups and investment firms in America, now revealed as the third largest Ponzi scheme in history. My Dad scammed 4.2 billion (BILLION! With a B!) dollars from thousands of Demi-humans...uh, Beast... Zoanthropes across America to line his own pockets. And that's not even the worst part of it. Oh No! He was also a high-ranking member, and main funder of Humanity Rising the Anti-Zoe group that... Well, you've seen the news.
An alphabet soup of government agents dragged him, and my stepmom, and ME away about 3 weeks before my eighteenth birthday. Their timing was horrible. I had just started SnapFacing with my long-distance boyfriend! He got to watch me get handcuffed by a pair of German Shepherd Zoe agents. Poor Wayne. They quickly determined I didn't know anything and released me. Problem number one? I had nowhere to go. Everything had been seized! The house. The beach house. The vacation house. All my clothes! Even my phone! My PHONE! All I was left with was the clothes on my back. Problem number two? No one would take me in. Anyone in the family not already being fitted for an orange jumpsuit was lawyering up and/or skipping the country. All our supposed "friends" were setting new speed records trying to distance themselves from us. That left only one option... Mom.
I hadn't seen her in ten years, not since Dad kicked her out after he caught her with the Otter pool cleaner, and the Bear delivery driver, and the Rhino contractor, at the same time! One phone call though and I'm on a flight to Virginia with a government supplied chaperone to make sure I get there. And it's not even fun Virginia, like Beach Virginia or outside D.C. Virginia. It's Bell End, Virginia a city located in the mountains on the west side of the state, so in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It was so embarrassing when she met us at the airport. All kinds of screaming, and crying, and kissing me while people looked at us. Then to make things worse she introduced me to her new husband and three stepsons... All of them Ahuitzotl Zoes. They look like dark-furred Ottermen with white bellies and a long prehensile tail ending in a strong, dextrous hand. Small, round ears sit on a hyena-like head. The boys, all around my age, wear the fur on their heads in a spiked style. Thank goodness they just waved, I don't know what I would have done if they had tried to hug me.
I wasn't expecting much so imagine my surprise when we pulled into a private gated community in a nice section of town. They lived in a two-story house with full basement, 3 car garage, and in-ground pool! If it wasn't for the neighborhood being 80% Demi-... Zoe, it would be a great place to live. Mom took me to the room she had made up for me, in the basement. At first, I was mad, like, they don't want me in the upstairs part of the house? I'm banished to some underground cave like a troll? Before I could let them have it Kevin explained that the basement had its own bathroom, so I wouldn't have to share with anyone, and a den with a big TV and sectional sofa so I could watch whatever I wanted. Buster, the oldest of the triplets, pointed out the fridge and microwave so I could keep my own snacks and drinks if I wanted as well. Kevin explained how they knew this was all a big change for me, so they were letting me have the basement, so I could have the space and privacy to adjust to everything in my own time. I didn't know what to say, it was such a huma-... nice thing to do.
Mom then took me out to replace my wardrobe and catch up on lost time. She even replaced my phone. (I mean it's not as nice as my other one but, it'll do for now.) Then we picked out some stuff for my room, snack stuff, and other things to make the basement mine. Once we got back to her place she helped me fix everything up, then asked if I needed some time alone. I said, "Yes", and she went upstairs after reminding me if I wanted to talk she was always here. Once alone I felt everything catch up to me and cried for what seemed like forever.
I didn't just feel bad for myself. I felt bad for everyone my Dad (supposedly) ripped off. Everything I ever had was bought with someone else's work and trust. I hid out in the basement that night, unable to face my new... ugh... family and tried to figure out how to get rid of my guilt. I prayed for guidance from someone, (We've never been too religious.), then went to bed. I had the weirdest dream. I stood on a stage, naked, in front of an audience of male Beastmen. I was scared to death! I ran, and they chased me. Just as they caught me I woke up. I walked like a ghost through life for the next week, trying to accept my new life during the day, and having the same dream every night. I didn't know what to do!
The only bright spot was Wayne. Turns out his family lives in the same community as Mom. Once she found this out she started taking me over there every day. I was beyond happy. We hung out, watched movies, played games, and actually got to be with one another in person. I even got my first kiss! On My Birthday! I told him about the dream, and how I wanted to make up for what I felt I had done wrong. He suggested charity work. It was a great idea. I would go out and help other in need. Even Zoes if I had to. Then he asked if I always ran. I said "Why?" He shrugged, "Just wondering what would happen if you stood your ground."
That night I did. The Beastmen stayed in their seats. I wasn't sure what to do at that point. "What do you want?" I yelled. Nothing. "How do I make this right? I feel responsible. I was in the commercials. I said the catchphrase. I benefited from your loss. How do I make this all go away?"
"Love," came a voice from behind me. I jumped. Standing off to the side was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, wearing nothing but a boa...constrictor. "You must overcome the hate in your heart and learn to love them. Instead of running, or fighting, just give yourself to them. Bring joy, and orgasms into the world. That will help balance the scales."
I was horrified. Was she suggesting I actually... with a demi-... NO Way! "I'm not into that. Sorry. I mean how would that balance everything? What should I do, whore myself out?" I laughed. She gave me that look Mom gives me when I say something glaringly obvious. "No! I'm not sleeping with people for money!"
"Then don't take money for it," she smiled. "Do it because they enjoy it. Who knows, in time you could learn to enjoy it too." She waves a hand dismissively, "Or apply a price to everything you do and subtract it from what your Dad stole. Even if you don't take money, you could keep track of the good you're doing that way."
I tried to deny it, but a part of me deep down latched on to the idea. I'd have to keep it secret from Wayne. Goddess, I would be cheating on him! "I can't do it. I have a boyfriend."
"Explain it to him. Get his reaction. Tell him you dreamed it."
I nodded. "But I've never... I wouldn't know what to... you know." I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a grey fox standing on the stage. "Hi," I squeaked.
"I can fix that," she giggled. "He'll teach you everything you'll need to know. Returning every night until you tell him to stop." I open my mouth to protest, and she cut me off. "It's just a dream, Zophie. It doesn't affect anything in the real world. Think of it as a test to see if you have the will to set things right."
I found myself sitting on a bed. The Fox climbed in with me. He took his time, kissing me, massaging me, making me feel comfortable, waiting until I gave him the okay to move forward. Oh My God, it was amazing! The things he did with his fingers? The way his pads felt on my skin. The way his fur felt against my naked body. His tongue between my legs making me explode with blissful release. Once I recovered he replaced tongue and fingers with his penis, making me scream with pleasure as he rutted my willing pussy. I orgasmed three more times before he spilt his seed deep inside me. I panicked, then remembered it was just a dream, I can't get pregnant. I wanted more, and he gave it to me again, and again, until I told him, "Enough." With a smile he placed his manhood near my face, then explained what he expected.
"Every guy will want one," he sighed. "You might as well get used to it." I wasn't sure what to do. I kissed it, then licked it. (It didn't taste as bad as I figured it would. In fact, I loved it.) I couldn't get it very far into my mouth without gagging. He smiled, "In time, you'll get it. Chug water to learn to relax your throat." When he ejaculated I pulled away, earning a face full of his cum. I swallowed a little and fell in love with the taste. I wiped my face clean with my fingers, then my fingers clean with my tongue. I didn't want it to end, but I felt the dream collapsing around me. With a blink I found myself back in my bed, sunlight streaming through the window, and my panties soaked through. Nothing had changed, except now I had a plan to make things right.
I just hope I have the guts to pull it off!
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Summer School sucks! It's only three weeks, and I'm nearly at the end of the first one, but it feels like I've been going forever! There's only twelve people in History and ten in Biology, and counting me, two humans in each class. History starts at eight, runs until ten, then we get a thirty-minute break and Biology goes until twelve-thirty. In case you're wondering, I'm not very popular with my classmates. Most of them know of someone my Dad ruined. Add in the supremacist stuff and...
Now, the teachers? They love me. I'm attentive, well behaved, complete assignments quickly, and they're screwing me after school every day. (Don't give me that look. You knew that's where this story was headed, otherwise why would I be telling it? And it's not like I want to do it, or enjoy being shared by two hot, strong, well endowed Beasts who leave me quivering, brain fried, cum covered and completely satisfied every single day. Except Thursday! I see my therapist on Thursdays.) I didn't even make it to the end of my first day before I found myself getting guilted into it!
Oh, and I found out something horrible about my name this week! Mr. Williams, a grey and brown Jackalope was taking roll in History Monday, and called me by my full name, Zophelia. Everybody cracked up, even him, while I sat there confused. I explained it was a combination of my grandmothers' names, Zoey and Ophelia. One of my classmates, a Ratgirl who's so pregnant she looks ready to explode, gleefully explained it's also a word for people who have sex with animals, and/or Zoes. Can you believe that?!? I turned about seven shades of red while everyone had fun at my expense. It was several minutes before Mr. Williams was able to get everyone calmed down enough to start class. (And it spread through school quicker than a cheetah on roller skates. I can't walk the halls without someone laughing, or making a rude comment, or offering to help me live up to my name!)
When the bell rings for our break, Mr. Williams asks me to stay behind for a couple of minutes. I take a seat in the front row while he sits on the edge of his desk. "Now," he smiles, "I know you're probably nervous about going to school here, and the other students laughing at you probably confirmed your worst fears." I blow off the suggestion. My worst fears about coming to school revolved around getting beat up, or screwed, by all my Beast classmates. (And the way my life is going at least one of those is going to happen.) He nods. "I get it. I just started teaching last year, moved here from Colorado, and starting over can be scary." He shifts his position, trying to get comfortable and I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "You're a very pretty girl, y'know?" I blush. What? He's very attractive! I mean for what he is he's probably good looking. I mean, some of the girls said they thought he was hot. I don't. I mean why would I? I'm not attracted to Beasts no matter what my name sounds like!
He coughs, snapping me back to attention. "So, I want you to know I don't hold anything your Dad did against you. Even though it cost me the down payment on this house I wanted." My stomach drops. Crap! "Now, I know you probably feel guilty about it, but don't worry. I'm young. I'll save up again, eventually." He takes a deep breath, the bulge in his pants growing noticeably. "But if you think there's anything you can do to make it better? Well..." He flashes a wicked smile.
I slump in defeat, reminding myself this is the path I've chosen for redemption. Leaning back in my desk I put on my best innocent look before cooing, "What could I do to make it better, Mr. Williams? Tell me and I'll do it."
"How about you come back here after school and help me sort out my supplies." I give him a confused look, so he nods to a door in the back wall. "Can you do that?"
"Uhm, I don't drive," I shrug, embarrassed by the reveal. "My Mom is picking me up."
"Well, just message her and tell her someone else is giving you a ride after school," he grins, "And when I'm done doing that, I'll take you home." I nod then excuse myself to find my next class which turns out to be right next to Mr. Williams room. How convenient. I text before heading in and finding a seat. My Biology teacher, Mr. Caldwell, is old, like older than my Dad, with grey patches in his fur. He's a coonhound with a gravelly voice. I endure another humiliating attendance call then spend two hours trying to take notes while the Minotaur behind me makes comments about my body under his breath.
When the bell rings I walk back to Mr. Williams' class. I don't see him anywhere. I tentatively call his name. "Back here," he calls from the open door. I'm so nervous my hands are shaking. Are we really going to do this at school? What if someone catches us? I'm already getting picked on for my name, if people find out I'm living up to it...
I close the classroom door and lock it, before heading to the closet. Imagine my surprise when the supply closet turns out to be a little room connecting the classrooms. Mr. Williams sits in a rolling chair just inside the door. As soon as I'm inside he closes it and slides his hands under my shirt and bra. He teases my nipples with a single finger each, sending little waves of desire through me, dispelling my nervousness. I strip to the waist, granting him full access to my ample breasts. Fingers are replaced with lips and tongue drawing a submissive moan from my lips. I kick off my sandals, remove my shorts and panties, and stand fully exposed to him.
One hand slides between my legs, teasing my clit and making me gasp. I hold his head to my chest while he sucks and nibbles on my bosom. I know what I'm doing, what I'm going to do is wrong, but it feels so good I don't want to stop. He suddenly pulls away, rolling to the other end of the small room. With a sly grin he crooks a finger, beckoning me to him. I take a step. He shakes his head. "Crawl," he whispers. I get down on all fours, ignoring the voice inside saying I shouldn't debase myself for a Demi-human. I take my time, letting him unzip his pants to release the biggest cock I've ever seen. Turns out Jackalopes have an even chance of getting either a Rabbit penis or an Antelope one. Mr. Williams got the bigger prize in that drawing. I'll never get all of it in my... anything! It's pink, with a pointed head and about halfway down is a ridge encircling the shaft and it's that size to the base. I can't stop staring at it. Part of me is excited, but most of me fears what it's going to do to me. I could barely walk after Dr Pounder was done with me. Mr. Beasley left me completely exhausted and sore. Mr. Williams is bigger than either of them. "Well?" He nods at it.
I wrap my hand around the shaft, slowly stroking him. He moans, leaning back in the chair. A glistening drop of precum appears on the tip. I lick it off before taking him into my mouth. I'm able to take him to the ridge, his head pressing against my throat before sliding back to the tip. I stroke the lower half with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. I tease him with my tongue, edging his dick until he whimpers before taking it between my lips and sucking my cheeks hollow on it. He moans my name in-between curse words, and groans. I feel his fingers grip my hair, holding my head while he thrusts into my throat. Something brushes against my exposed sex but I'm so focused on what I'm doing I ignore it. Mr. Williams' balls start to tighten up and I know he won't last much longer. I'm close to orgasm myself from whatever he's using on my pussy. We reach orgasm almost simultaneously, me moaning around his rod while it fills my mouth with jizz.
"Damn, She put out pretty easy, didn't she?"
With a yelp I pull away from Mr. Williams, taking the last few shots on my face. I roll over to see Mr. Caldwell standing there completely naked. His cock is shorter than Mr. Williams' but thicker, with what looks like an extra set of testicles at the base. I stare, confused long enough for him to grab my hair and force his prick into my mouth. He gets a few thrusts in before I manage to get free. I'm on my feet in an instant, anger replacing the lustful bliss I had been feeling. "No," I snap. "I didn't sign up for this... for a three way with... him!" I point a finger at Mr. Caldwell, "You don't get to come in here and just join in the action! It doesn't work like that!"
"Oh," he snorts, "It works like that." He grabs me, roughly setting me on the countertop. I squeal in protest. "I would be retiring after this year if it hadn't been for your fucking Daddy!" His angry eyes bore into me, "Instead I'll be teaching you little shits until I keel over dead in that fucking room! So, if he gets to fuck you for the money he's lost, so do I! And I lost a lot more than he did, Sweetheart." There's no way to get out of it now, I have to submit to him. I sigh in resignation, and nod.
"Okay," I whisper. "But what is wrong with your..." I nod towards his crotch. "Why does it look like that?"
"That's a knot," he laughs. "You mean with four male canids in the house, you've never been knotted?" I shake my head, making him cackle. "I guess you aren't as easy as I thought. Or maybe step-daddy isn't big enough for you?" I make a disgusted face, which makes them both laugh. "Don't worry," Mr. Caldwell snarls, "I'll show you what you've been missing." He hooks his elbows under my knees, spreading me wide before pinning my hands to the counter. I moan deeply while he penetrates my moist folds stopping only when his knot rests against me. "This is going to be fun," he snickers.
He takes me on the counter, thrusting hard and deep making me groan, and squeal, with every movement. Mr. Williams watches with a smile, stripping his clothes off and stroking his hardening cock while waiting for his turn. Despite my objections, and my moral stance against sex with Zoes, my traitorous body is responding to Mr. Caldwell's cock. To my surprise I start urging him on, begging for more, promising him complete obedience. (In reality I'm just doing this so he'll finish quicker, and this will be over. It is not... NOT due to any enjoyment or actual pleasure. I'm only doing this out of moral obligation.) He responds nicely, going harder, and deeper than before. I curse through clenched teeth while other orgasms rips through my body. Mr. Caldwell grins, "Yeah, you love the Beast dick, don't you?" I can only moan, my mind filled with carnal bliss. "Say it," he commands. I shake my head. "Say It!"
"I love the Beast cock," I whisper.
"Goddamn right you do," he sneers. "I'm going to breed your ass. Make you carry my pups, you little human centrist whore."
"Whoa," Mr. Williams calls out. "No! I'm not doing sloppy seconds! We agreed to pull out..."
"Fuck you," Caldwell barks. He slams his prick home into my pussy, forcing his knot between my slick lips. I cry out. The pain is intense at first, then settles into a fullness I've never felt before. Mr. Caldwell groans while his balls drain into my sweat covered body. I feel its warmth spreading inside me, filling me completely while his knot prevents even a drop from spilling out. Goddess help me but it feels so good even though I know it's wrong. Mr. Williams is cussing up a storm. Mr. Caldwell leans in to whisper, "You just got knotted little girl. We're stuck together until I lose this erection. Hope you don't mind." I shake my head. He chuckles. "Good. Nice to know you're already learning your place in our arrangement."
It's about five minutes before I can uncouple from Mr. Caldwell. I don't get a break though as Mr. Williams makes me kneel in the chair so he can take me from behind. He takes it slow, letting me get used to his size before he pounds my slit. He sucks on a finger before jamming it into my ass. I squeal, then order him to remove it. "I don't do that! I'm never doing that!" He exchanges a look with Mr. Caldwell but removes his finger. He seems to be having trouble getting started.
"Fuck!" He stops again. "Why did you cum in her? This is just ruining the mood for me."
Mr. Caldwell steps in front of me, dick already hard again. He jams it between my lips, slamming it against the back of my throat. I take it like I was born to it... I mean, because I have to. "Shut up," he growls. "Back when I was your age we would pick a girl on the first day of school and every guy on staff from the Principal to the damn Janitor would rail her until our balls ran dry." (What?!? I can't imagine, well, I can and hate how much the thought turns me on!) "If you were one of the first ten guys in line you considered yourself lucky." He grabs two handfuls of hair and starts pounding my throat as hard as he did my pussy. "But if you're going to whine about it, tomorrow you can fuck her first."
(Tomorrow?)
Mr. Williams is still complaining. I manage to pull myself off Mr. Caldwell's cock long enough to snap, "I thought your kind knew how to fuck! Now get to it, or leave, Bitch!" That does it. He runs it deep into me, to the balls! I scream, or try to, since he knocks the breath out of me as well. (I only did it so he would quit whining and finish fucking me. I want this to be over...at some point.) Mr. Caldwell laughs while smacking my face with his cock. Then he plunges it back into my mouth to continue face fucking me. I squeal when Mr. Williams smacks my ass. They spit roast me in that tiny room, the only sounds our grunts and moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Mr. Williams grips my waist while furiously driving his long cock into me.
"Is this what you want," he barks. He spanks me again. "Yeah? Cause I was willing to go easy on you, but that ain't happening now!" He slaps my cheeks until they glow red. I let out a yelp with each blow, unable to answer with Mr. Caldwell balls deep in my throat. Mr. Williams goes faster, then drives it in to the balls. I feel him swell, adding his spunk to the mess running down my thighs. He pulls back, thrusting into me three more times before leaving it buried inside my velvet sheath.
"Now you're a man, Boy," Mr. Caldwell cackles. He doesn't last much longer, sending a torrent of hot jizz down my throat while howling up a storm. "Swallow every drop now," he hisses. "Earn that A." They pull out and I flop into the chair. I push back sweat slick hair and try to catch my breath. I don't get to though cause Mr. Caldwell pulls me to my feet and takes the chair for himself. He holds my hips to guide me down onto his cock. I ease him into me, wincing a little at his penetration. Once settled I put my feet on his thighs and start riding his pole.
"Nice," Mr. Williams leers. He steps up, running his hands across my breasts, pinching and licking my nipples. "I got an idea." He puts his prick between my tits, holding them together while I bounce on Mr. Caldwell's lap. The head of his dick comes up to my mouth, so I start sucking him off too. He smiles, "I love a girl who can multi-task. You're going to be my favorite student this year." I groan. I get filled with cum once more after getting off myself twice. Mr. Williams then pins me to the wall and ravages my tender pussy one more time. Once he's done I slide to the floor, too tired to stand.
They clean up while I get my strength back. Once I'm able to move I clean myself up in the sink, fixing my hair and makeup as best as I can. When I'm done I give them both an annoyed look, "Let me guess, this is going to be a required part of your classwork if I want to pass?" They both nod, not bothering to hide their leering grins. I make a disgusted grunting sound, "Fine, I'll make arrangements with my Mom, but one of you has to take me home every day!" They agree. I walk out of the class, only a little wobbly from getting fucked by them both and head out the doors. Mr. Williams follows, even opening the car door for me like a gentleman. Other than directions to Mom's place we don't talk. He's too caught up in what he's doing to me tomorrow, and I'm too focused on what it'll be like when I go to school this fall.
Summer's barely started, how much more am I going to go through?
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What has two thumbs and locked herself out of the house?
Yeah.
I wake up alone in the house. Mom and Kevin have already left for work. The triplets are... somewhere. I think Buster, the youngest, had mentioned something about a convention, or concert? Something that started with a "C". Anyway, they wouldn't be back until Monday whatever it was. I slept like the dead after I left Wayne's last night but didn't seem to rest at all! Might have to do with the dreams I'm still having. I've stopped with the Fox and moved on to the Coyote. He's a little rougher, spanking me, ordering me around, pulling my hair and stuff. I love it, and the audience does too. (Yeah, we're still doing it onstage in a theater. Dreams are weird.) I'm also finding out I'm much more flexible than I thought... in my dreams anyway!
I've barely taken a bite of my breakfast burrito when someone rings the doorbell. I look a hot mess, but don't care, so I pad over in my pajamas and answer it. It's a delivery guy, who thrusts a huge package at me! (Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! I'm not going to be sleeping with him!) For one, he's human, and I'm not attracted to...My deal with Wayne doesn't cover humans! Second, who does that? That's like a dirty movie scenario, and I would never give it up so easily. I mean... Okay, I gave the pizza guy a blowjob the other night, but he got to Wayne's place super-fast, delivered it right to the bedroom window, and neither one of us had money for a tip. Wayne, who was a Jaguar that night, found it so hot he banged me from behind while I did it.
I sign for the package after setting it inside the door. As the driver leaves a gust yanks the burrito wrapper out of my hand. I chase it across the yard so we don't get a nasty e-mail from the Homeowners' Association. Mrs. Kerr, Wayne's Mom, sits on the board for it, and she is nasty about pointing out violations. I walk back to the porch and discover the door has swung shut. No problem. I'll just get my key... my key...Where is? Crap! Okay, I'll walk around to the back of the house and go in through the basement. I'm sure I left that unlocked when I came home last night.
Nope.
Alright, don't panic. Call Mom... on your phone that's still plugged into the charger next to your bed. Or walk to Wayne's house and call from there. Once there resist urge to scream and curse when you remember he's gone to Tennessee to visit his Grandma for the weekend. Okay, new plan. Sit in a pool chair and sulk while the sun bakes your brains out. An hour later I feel like my luck is changing when the sun disappears behind some clouds. Some nasty looking, pitch black clouds that are rolling in fast! FYI, the umbrella in a pool patio set does jack-all at keeping rain off you. Learned that the hard way. I'm starting to freak out a little. Clouds this dark usually mean a thunderstorm. I hate thunderstorms. I'm completely soaked and miserable when I hear a man's voice behind me.
"You okay?" I react quickly, squawking bravely while leaping out my chair with the fierce grace of a drunken toddler to faceplant in the grass while cracking my elbow on the table. (Yeah, I'm talented like that. Jealous?) A strong hand pulls me to my feet. "Saw you out here earlier and figured you were just enjoying a pretty day. When I saw you were still out here I figured we had a problem." I look up into Mr. Beasley's kind eyes and concerned smile. He's a Black Bear Zoe that lives next door with his family. He's dressed in a white button up shirt and charcoal slacks with a red tie, which makes his yellow rain boots look even more ridiculous when I notice them. "So, What's wrong?" I explain the situation, barely avoiding bursting into tears while doing so, and show off my bruised elbow. He nods slowly, "Mmm-hmmm. Well, Let's get you out of the rain, and patched up, and then we can think of a plan. C'mon."
I follow him back to his house, huddling close under his large umbrella. He gives off a lot of body heat, so I overcome my usual nature to get closer to him than I've been with my step-family. Once inside his kitchen he makes me wait there, dripping on their nice hardwood, while he grabs me some towels and something to wear. He leaves while I change and dry off as best as I can. I pull on the shirt he gave me, emblazoned with the Washington Roothogs mascot and logo, and make sure it covers all my bits. (I'm going commando under this thing! I'm literally wringing water out of my underwear!) Once I give him the all clear he takes my wet clothes to the laundry room. He comes back with a first aid kit. "Let's take a look at that elbow." He picks me up and sets me on the table.
"Ow!" I wince while he cleans the wound. I give him the once over while he patches me up. He's got the Dad Bod thing going on, but there's still a lot of power in those arms. I wouldn't stand a chance if he decided to take me. He smiles, and I feel myself getting wet. Shit! He's married! I'm not ruining a marriage! A thunderclap rolls through, shattering my train of thought and rattling the house. I'm shivering from more than just the rain now. A huge flash of lightning makes me squeal and plunges the neighborhood into darkness. Mr. Beasley wraps his arms around me while trying to calm my nerves.
"It's okay," he coos. "We're safe in the house. Just relax. We'll try and find something to take your mind off the storm, okay?" I look up into his kind face, and nod. He slips a hand under the oversize shirt he gave me to grope my ass. I don't hide the shock, or confusion, that makes me feel. His smile has changed as well, going from reassuring to predatory. I gasp when his other hand slides up my belly to pinch my nipples. "Oof, took after your Momma, didn't you?" He releases my butt and slides a thick finger into my already wet pussy. I groan. He chuckles, "Yep, Just like your Momma." He nips my earlobe. "I remember seeing you in those commercials. How cute you were talking about Daddy's company, and how he makes people rich..." My stomach drops.
"You do?" I swallow nervously.
"Yeah," he growls. "I lost a lot of money to that bastard." He grabs my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "A lot of money." A lightning flash punctuates the statement, illuminating the hard look he's giving me. "He steps back, clothes starting to come off. "I wanted revenge. I wanted to make him suffer. I wasn't sure how I could ever do that, until you moved in, right next door." He growls. "Seeing you across the fence day after day. Knowing you're a supremacist bitch like that Kerr woman." He exhales sharply, "Whoo, Just makes this so much sweeter. See, I'll never get your Daddy alone to pound the money out of his ass." He stands naked, his thick cock with its flared head standing over pendulous black balls. "But I can pound it out of yours. Every. Last. Fucking. Penny."
"Oh?" I can't keep a quiver out of my voice. Is he really gonna... I mean, he wouldn't... Would he?
"Yeah," he nods. "Well, that was the plan, but now I've got to know you a little?" He shrugs. "I'll make a deal with you. You want me to stop? Say so. Tell me no. Tell me to get dressed, and we'll play board games or something until the storm passes." He snorts, "Otherwise, I'm going to spend the afternoon breaking your little pussy on my fucking cock." He crosses his arms, "So what'll be?"
My body tingles all over, but whether it's fear or anticipation I'll never know. Mr. Beasley is exactly the person I've been dreaming about helping. If there's anyone I can't say no to, it's him. Still, I hesitate at following through with it. He's married, and got that gut, and he's a Zoe... NO! There's only one way to erase my guilt, so I have to give myself to him! Besides the look on his face doesn't make it seem like he would take no for an answer. With a sigh I peel off the oversized shirt he gave me, dropping it to the floor. "Well, it's too dark to see the dice," I smile innocently. "So, I say no to the board games."
He's on me in an instant, knocking me onto my back and pinning my arms above my head with one powerful paw. I moan through clenched teeth as he parts my slick folds with his stiff rod. He's huge. The biggest I've ever had, but I know other Beasts are even larger. With a growl he starts hammering my pussy like he owns it. "I didn't think you were into this shit," he laughs. "Good, clean, Human girl like you getting fucked by... What did your Dad call us? Oh, Filthy, degenerate subhuman monsters." I buck, and scream under his massive body, overwhelmed by the sensations radiating from my pussy. Sharp teeth nip my ear, making me squeal. He growls, "I wish he could see this. See his pride and joy reduced to nothing more than a Species Traitor. Isn't that what he called people who do this?" I don't answer, my mind subsumed with lust and pleasure. My cries of passion barely drowned out by the raging storm outside. The orgasm rips away any hesitation or lingering doubts about my decision. "Yeah, you love it. the best human fucks I ever had were supremacist pussy! " I don't know how the table hasn't collapsed from the pounding I'm taking. He grunts, "Your... kind... just... LOVE THE...THE BEAST COCK!! His balls draw up and empty into my ravaged hole until his warm seed runs out of me. He steps back, smiling triumphantly while I try to catch my breath.
"I..." I lick my lips, tasting the salty sweat on them. "I think I need some water." He laughs, pulling me by the hair off the table and laying me across a counter. He grabs my ankles, holding my legs up while he rails me from behind. I grip the cold stainless steel, groaning through another orgasm while he slams his flared dick into me with a vengeance. Part of me is petrified of what he might... what he is going to do to me. Another part is excited at the uncertainty of it all. This is what I want, what I need, to lift the burden of guilt from my soul. Let him slake his need for revenge on me, this way. Let me be punished for my part in the crimes. The idea that I'm nothing but a tool for his anger, and I'm okay with it, is probably unhealthy. He's not attracted to me. He's not doing this out of lust. I'm nothing to him. Just a cocksheath to abuse and fill with his spunk. Heaven help me but way down a part of me finds that sooo hot!
With a deafening roar he finishes deep inside me, dropping me to the floor when he pulls out. I lay against the cabinet, too weak to move. He stands over me, lightning revealing the nasty smirk on his face. "It'll be hours before anyone gets home, Girly, so buckle up. We're just getting started." I nod, giving myself over completely to him, and his wishes. Because I must, not because I'm enjoying it and want him to keep doing it. (Okay, maybe...MAYBE I, might, be enjoying it... a little.) He fills a glass with water, and hands it to me. I drink it all in one gulp. "Need some more?" he asks when I hand the glass back. I nod. I drink two more glasses before I lose my dry mouth. "Okay," he nods, "Ready to continue?"
"Yep," I smile. He grabs a handful of hair and forces me into the Living Room. He throws me onto the floor before sitting on the leather sofa. He pats his thighs, "Why don't you come sit in my lap? Make me forget about all the money your commercials made me invest." I crawl to him, climbing up his thick body, nuzzling into his soft fur while impaling myself on his massive cock. He groans his approval. I kneel on his burly legs, grinding my sex on his pole. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to lick, and nibble, my hard nipples. I urge him on, fragments of words mixed with whimpers and moans, lost in the raw sensation emanating from between my legs. He cums, but I don't stop, riding him until I grip the couch with desperate fingers, explosions of blissful joy echoing through my head. He grabs my hips, forcing me down, guiding me until his seed fills my aching pussy once more. I slide off him, nestle my head in his chest, and just lie there.
After a few minutes he lays me back, positioning himself between my legs once again. We spend the whole afternoon this way, the rain pounding the roof with an intensity Mr. Beasley easily matches. We exist in an eerie half-light, only flashes of lightning illuminating our carnal embraces, throwing our filthy silhouettes against the walls of his home. I break long before the storm, subsuming myself completely to my base desires, and matching him with my need for raw physical pleasure. The thunder itself seems muted next to the sounds of our desires, and releases. At last the storm, and our indecent deeds, come to an end, and I slid off the couch completely drained.
I blink and open my eyes to Mrs. Beasley standing over my naked, cum covered body. I scream, trying to cover myself while crawling away from her. I don't get far before her furry hand grabs my arm, hauling me to my feet and preventing me from running. She looks me up and down, a triumphant smirk on her face. "So, here's the deal," she says. "I have my Ladies Night every Thursday. I don't get home until about 9:30, so YOU are going to be over here every Thursday from about 5:30 until about 9:00 working off the money we're owed. Understood?" I nod, too scared to speak. "Good," she says while shoving a piece of paper in my hand. "This is a price list that your Momma made up years ago with the amount we lost on it. I hope you're smart enough to figure out what you need to do." She leans in close, "And don't worry, no one will know about it."
My mind races with questions. Why would Mom have a list of sex acts and prices for each one? What is going on? Is she really okay with me and her husband hooking up every week? I finally find my voice and squeak, "Okay." She shoves my dry clothes at me. I look down at myself. "Uhm, Could I use your shower before I go?" I smile weakly praying the answer is yes. Her laughter is all the answer I need. I slip my clothes on, head out the back door, and rush across the yard to the house. I peek in through the glass doors into the kitchen and spot Mom. I get her attention and sprint downstairs and into the shower before she can ask questions. I find her waiting when I get out. I could lie, but why bother? I explain the whole situation to her from the dreams to Mr. Beasley's deal. She nods, taking a long time to say anything.
"Well," she exhales, "I wouldn't have chosen that as a method for dealing with your guilt. I don't even understand why you feel guilty, but... I'll help you if this is what you feel you need to do." She puts her arm around me, "I love you, Honey, and I had plans for you before your Dad and I split up. Big dreams for your life." She kisses my forehead. "But it's your life, and I'll let you make the decisions. I mean it could be worse. At least you're not drinking too much or getting strung out on sketchy potions. It'll be all right. We'll work through this together." I smile, snuggling closer to her. For the first time I feel like this is my home. I feel like a part of THIS family. I don't know if it's because of what I'm doing, but I'll take it.
I hope I can work up the courage to ask her about the list eventually.
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Never Google Yourself! Ever!
Especially if your Dad has been arrested for one of the largest financial crimes in history. It is not pretty out there. I've avoided the internet for the most part since my release, but I was bored and stuck in the house because I don't have a car... or a license. I was also trapped in my room in the basement because Mom was upstairs with the plumber.
You ever walked in on your parents having sex? Embarrassing, right? Well, I walked in on my Mom getting pounded on the coffee table by a Horseman. (It's cool. Her and Kevin are in an open marriage, but I didn't need to see that!) I couldn't believe it! I mean, I always knew Horses were big, but figured people were exaggerating about their size. Nope! I couldn't believe how thick and long it was, and his balls had to be the size of grapefruits! I wouldn't be able to walk for a week if something like that got a hold of me. I moaned, out of embarrassment, not desire! I'm not into Beastmen! They noticed me and stopped. I apologized and came back downstairs, but not before the Plumber asked if I wanted to join them. Like, no I'm not getting in a threesome with my Mother! And No, Mom, I don't want you to send him down to "check my pipes" after he's done!
I checked my e-mail first. Nothing from Dad, but that's not a surprise. I doubt I'll hear from him anytime soon. Few messages of support from... Humanity Rising? What the-? I recognize the names of all these people. I've grown up with some of them, and now they're all coming out as specieists. One of them even wants me to take over the organization! Okay, bad move... try something else. The news shows Dad delivering a speech at some rally or... Nope! What about my old social accounts? Flooded with messages about what a horrible person my Dad is, and how much of a specieist I probably am. I'll just look up Dad's case. See what people are saying about it.
Ugh, It's worse than I thought. I just can't today... Oh, I wonder if I could find an old picture of Dad and me? He used it in a campaign years ago, and it's always been my favorite one of us together. Let's see... Okay, there's a lot of bad Photoshop involving me out there. Some of it is really disturbing. A lot of it is my head on some porn star's body. I mean, look at that! I have a nice size bust but it's not THAT big. One of those boobs would be the size of both of mine! Lots of pictures of me getting railed by Zoanthropes in every hole. Let me narrow the search... FEET? Seriously, one of the buttons at the top says Zophie Cumming's Feet. What about my feet?
It's just tons of pictures of me barefoot, or in shoes that show my toes. Okay, why? I click on one I recognize from last summer, me on a float in our pool. It's been pulled from my personal PhotoBomb account. Really? It's a discussion about whether or not my feet are sexy!?! What the-? 157 comments? About my feet? I can't believe... My Toes Are Not Too Long! Are they seriously discussing what color polish I should wear? (Crimson Vixen is my color of choice. I love the way it looks on my toes.) I should take better care of them? How... Okay, writing some of this down. That's surprisingly good advice. What would you even do with feet? Okay, this guy talks about... Let me just copy it.
I would massage those beautiful toes every day when she got home. (Yes!) Then I would worship them with my mouth and tongue. (Uh... Why not? I'm not ticklish.) I would suck her toes one at a time until she told me I could stop. Then, if I was lucky, she would pleasure me with her feet, pinching my nipples with her toes before letting me fuck her perfect arches until I covered her feet with my jizz. And when I was finished, she would clean herself with her tongue while I watched.
Okay, that was... interesting. I'm not sure I'm flexible enough to pull off sucking my own toes or licking my feet. Am I? Hang on.... Aaaand yes I am. That's good to know. It actually felt pretty good too. Definitely going to see if Wayne wants to try foot stuff on our next date. Wonder what else I can pick up from this site?
It's called Thread-it, and just seems to be different message boards on all kinds of things. The one I started on was called ToesNHoes. A quick search of my name leads me to Chicks To Jerk Off To and a picture of me in strappy heels and a nice dress from some charity thing. It's titled: What would you do to this Supremacist Whore? Wow, Let's not hold back. Tell me how you really feel about me next time, Okay? Some of the comments here are just filthy.
I would put a collar on her, then chain her to my bed. She'd be naked, and I would leave her food and water like the pet she's going to be. Everyday I'd come home from work and knot all her holes until she couldn't walk. Then if she pleased me enough, I'd leave her food and water for the next day. I don't know what would be hotter, her struggling against being bred by me, or breaking her so she begs me for it every day.
Wow. I just don't know how to react to that. What's this one?
She'd definitely be a breeder on my farm. Kept in a cage until we decide to fuck her. I'd strap her in the breeding rack, and after me and my brothers finished fucking her senseless, sit back and watch all the farm hands run a train on her. She'd be spending the rest of her life pushing out kids and taking big dick every night.
Uh... The foot people were much nicer. Let's check out a different thread. Another bikini shot from my Photobomb under the title: More clothes than I would let her wear. What's in here?
We'd go out for naked walks if I had her. Slap a leash on her, take her out, and let anyone who wanted to use her just fuck her raw in the streets.
That's actually really hot... HORRIBLE! That's horrible. Who would do that? Who would let themselves be done like that? Just anyone? Whoever wanted to... just right in public... I... I got to take a break to master-... uh... I'll be back!
Okay! Let's see what other terrible things people want to do to me.
I wouldn't walk her. I'd chain her up to a streetpost and sell that ass for 20 bucks a pop. Whatever you wanted until I had made my money back.
You want money? Dude, I'd have her doing porn. Can you imagine how many people would pay to see that pussy split by beast dick? Shit, I'd crowdfund that shit and every stretch goal would be some new fucked up thing for her to do or a bigger dick to see her fuck. We'd start with handjobs and work our way up to DAP by Minotaurs! Contribute enough money and we'll let you be in the film!
DAP? What is that? Let's see.... DAP stands for Double Anal Penetration...Uh, No. I mean, I'm not sure anyone is ever going to pound my backdoor, but I know if I start doing it no Mino is going in there. And it'll definitely be a one dick at a time service!
The rest of the comments aren't much better. There all variations on the same theme of humiliating me through sex and/or breeding me. A few guys speculating that I'm secretly a Beast cock slut already. Uh, No. Don't give me that look. I'm not doing it because I enjoy it or want it. It's penance... Yeah, cause I wouldn't be doing it if Dad hadn't cheated all those people. (Allegedly.) I can't keep looking at this stuff, it's too upsetting. I need a break. I'm about to turn on the TV when I get a message from Mom.
Plumber is working on the pipes in the upstairs bathroom. Can you see who's at the door?
I head upstairs to find a White Tigerman standing on our porch. The coveralls he's wearing are pushed to the limit by his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He smiles and tips his hat. "Hey, I'm here to check on your air conditioning. I've looked at the outside unit and all I need is to get a look at the thermostats inside and run a little test on them. If that's okay?"
"Yeah," I squeak. I fake a cough to clear my throat. "Yeah, that's fine. Uhm, Where do you want to start?"
He checks his tablet, "According to the work order you have a system for the main floors, and a separate one for the basement." He shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me. It shouldn't take but a few minutes for each one." I catch myself staring at the bulge in his pants. He notices too, flashing a sexy smile at the attention. "Of course, if I find a problem, I might be here all day."
"Uh," I push my hair out of my eyes, "I don't know what kind of problem we could have..."
"Really? Because you've broken out in a sweat." He steps inside, putting an arm around me. "Now, where's your room at? I should probably check that one first."
"Buh -Basement," I whisper. "I have my bedroom in the basement... for privacy." Why did I say that?
"Good," he grins following me down the stairs. Turns out I had a problem he could take care of, though we were both drenched in sweat before it was fixed... and it took him all afternoon to do it.
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I walk into the therapist's office with Mom and find no one there. No receptionist. No other patients. No one. The door leading to his session room is open, so I walk over and knock on the frame. "Hello? Doctor Holman?" I see a massive silverback Gorillaman sitting behind a desk typing away on a laptop. He looks up, flashes a friendly smile, and motions me in. Mom takes a seat in the waiting room. I pull the door shut behind me. "Uhm, where should I sit? I'm not sure how... I've never done this kind of thing before."
"Sit wherever you want," he says with a deep, warm tone. "I have chairs in front of the desk if you want to do it over here." He nods towards the back of the room where I see a leather couch, easy chair, and end table next to a window overlooking the city. "Or over there if you would care for a more informal tone to our sessions. Whichever you prefer Ms. Cummings, as long as it makes you feel comfortable and safe to open up to me." I walk to the back of the room and sit on the couch. He eases into the large chair nearby. "Now I practice Experiential therapy with an insight-oriented, cognitive-behavioral basis. I also do hypnotherapy for those clients who feel they need it." I just give him a blank stare for several seconds.
He coughs, then continues. "Basically, you've experienced a huge change in your life recently, correct?" I nod. "Okay, you are probably feeling a little lost, unsure of yourself and your place in this new setting." I keep nodding. "You have probably been forced to confront some things you considered normal and discovered they are not normal at all. Some habits, or ways of thinking that don't appear to be as common as you were led to believe." It's like he's reading my mind! "Well, my methods are, hopefully, going to help you identify these behaviors, and beliefs, and change the ones you don't feel are right for you anymore. I'm not here to tell you what is wrong with you. I'm here to listen to what you think needs to be changed about yourself and help you become the best version of you that you can possibly be. That's all. So, where do you want to start?"
I start at the arrest and go through everything up to this point. Well, almost everything. I leave out the woman in my dreams because it's just too weird. It takes me about twenty minutes to fully unload it all. When I'm done I feel about fifty pounds lighter. I take a deep breath, "So, basically I want to get rid of my prejudice against Beasts... Zoes, and somehow work through my guilt about my part in Dad's schemes." I shrug. "Can you help me do that?"
"I can try, Ms. Cummings," he says after several seconds. "The thing you need to understand is these feelings were implanted at a very young age. I can't rid you of them." He shrugs, "You will more than likely have these biases and behaviors pop up sporadically for the rest of your life. What I can do is help you deal with them. Help you learn to ignore them and develop new behaviors, and biases. Understand?" I nod. "He clears his throat, "May I offer some observations based on what you have told me so far?"
"Please do," I say, leaning forward so I don't miss anything. "I think I need someone who's 'outside the storm' to help me see a way out."
"Thank you." He takes a deep breath, "First of all your rejection of your parents' beliefs... is completely normal. Everyone goes through this as they grow up. Your case is admittedly unusual in its triggering, but your going through a typical teenage rite of passage. Your sexual awakening, and explorations are atypical, but again everyone tries different things at your age." He shrugs, "As long as you give consent, and enjoy yourself without self harm, I won't stop you, or try to shame you. I will try to disassociate the act from punishment for you. You should do it because you enjoy it... out of love, or lust, not guilt." A cold chill goes through me. He's parroted the woman from my dreams exactly. He chuckles, "Even if you have sex every day with someone different and deduct it based on this list it would take you thousands of years to work it off. Relax, and enjoy the sex."
"What about my parents?"
"You're having sex with Zoes is a way to hurt your Dad for destroying the life you had. You feel guilty because you still love him." He takes a sip of water. "You also feel bad because your Mother destroyed her marriage performing similar acts. But now you see her in a stable marriage, and happy so it confuses you. It causes you to question the things your Dad said about her... about the acts she performed. You don't want to be like her, even though you are seeing some validation in her choices." I nod. He continues, "You are submissive in sexual situations because it allows you to put up a barrier between who you are, and who you want to be. You can fuck whoever you want and wipe away the guilt by saying 'They talked me into it.' Again, nothing wrong with being a sub, just as long as you understand the reason you are that way."
"And the fact nearly all of them have been my Dad's age or older?"
"Daddy issues." He smiles. "So how often have you fucked your teachers this week?"
My eyes go wide! How?!? "Uh, every day this week." He nods. "Well," I laugh, "Except today." I swallow nervously, "Today, I just blew them both..." I stare out the window, cheeks burning. "and promised to stay twice as long tomorrow," I mumble.
"You happy with that?"
"I... I like it. I mean I'm enjoying what we're doing." I exhale in frustration, "I just have a part of me that wishes I could just be in the moment more, you know? Really give myself to them like I do with Wayne, but another part keeps telling me it's wrong."
"But that makes it even hotter?" He asks. I nod. "I could try to help with some hypnosis..."
"Uh, NO," I snap. "I'll pass on the mind control."
"This isn't a bad movie, Ms. Cummings," he says in a tone that leaves no room for arguing. "Hypnosis cannot force you to do anything against your nature. I would put you in an altered state of consciousness and implant a suggestion to help you enjoy these trysts more. If that's what you truly want."
"How?"
"Intense orgasm is the method I prefer," he smiles devilishly. "And before you protest, don't think I haven't noticed you checking me out. Sizing me up and wondering what it would be like for me to fuck you." (I HAVE NOT... been that obvious about it, have I?) I glance at the door. He winks, "Doesn't the fact she could possibly hear us turn you on?" I don't respond. He takes another drink, "I won't force it. You can get up and leave and I'll never suggest it again, if that's what you want."
I take a deep breath, weigh my options, then stand and strip off my shoes, shorts and panties. "I'll give it a try." He sits on the couch beside me, sliding thick fingers up my thighs to tease my clit. I sit back down, legs spread to grant him easier access. He hands me a pillow to yell into if I need it. I clutch it to my chest, nervous sweat already running down my face. His fingers expertly rub my button, making me moan and shift to give him more room to work with. He forces a groan from me by slipping two fingers into my wet snatch. He works quickly, but carefully, winding me tighter with each touch until I feel like I'm going to burst. He leans in close, fingers driving me to the brink until he makes me come. I bite my lip against the maelstrom raging through me, unable to focus on the words being whispered into my ear. He makes me squirt, bucking against his hand until I am finally able to pull it away.
I lay there trying to catch my breath. My eyes fall on the massive bulge tenting the front of his pants. I stand on wobbly legs, bend over to grip the back of the couch, and nod at his crotch. "Would it hurt to have more than one hypnotherapy session?"
"It'll have to be quick," he smiles. I stare at the wall, hearing his pants hit the floor. Holy-! He's big! He also doesn't waste time, fucking me as soon as he slides it in. Unlike anyone else I've been with Dr. Holman is focused, and skilled. He's barely gotten into a good rhythm before my pussy is squirting around his cock. He places a large hand over my mouth to muffle my squeals, whispering the whole time. I want more, thrusting against him with abandon. He grabs my hips, holding me still with inhumanly strong arms. "Once more then," he chuckles. It's even more intense the second time, reducing me to sputtering whimpers barely able to support myself with my arms. "A third time, just to be sure?" I can't respond verbally. My brain is still overloaded with sensations, so I nod enthusiastically. "Well, we should have time."
He slides his arms between my legs, lifting me into the air and easily holding me there. With a massive hand under each knee he lowers me onto his steely cock. I bark out several profanities while biting my hand to stifle the noise. He thrusts up into my stretched pussy, slamming hard into my back wall. I cover my mouth with both hands, praying my Mom doesn't hear him violating me like this. I bounce like a rag doll in his grip, my body shaking under his vulgar ministrations. He controls me completely, using his animal-like strength to insure I please him. I clench my jaw, keeping both hands over my mouth to try and contain the star exploding inside me. My vision swims, spiraling down to a pinpoint while he continues to fuck me and plant suggestions in my brain. His cock pops free and my pussy sprays my juices onto the floor. He lays my semi-conscious form onto the couch, and holds my hand until I'm lucid again.
I drain half a bottle of water when he hands it to me. I look at the clock on the wall, still five minutes to go and he's still hard. I kneel in front of him, worshipping his dick with mouth, tongue and hands until he fills my stomach with hot sperm. I finish the water, quickly dress, and use the enchanted compact Mom gave me to freshen up. Other than a little wobble to my walk, I look the same as when I entered his office. Dr. Holman clears his throat. "I'm afraid that's all the time we have for this week, Ms. Cummings, but, if you like I'm would be glad to continue our sessions next week at the same time."
"Yeah," I nod. "I feel like this will do me a world of good." I feel my cheeks go red, "Talking to you, and the hypnotherapy I mean." We walk to the door. I look up at him, "Uhm... Are there any exercises or stuff that I could do at home between sessions?"
"Keep a journal," he suggests. "It'll help you see your progress, and help you remember stuff to talk about with me. Uh, find somewhere quiet to meditate, or just be alone with your thoughts for fifteen minutes a day." He smiles, "Wear a skirt to any sessions where you want me to administer more hypnotherapy to make things quicker and easier for us both." I giggle. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
Mom looks up from her phone when the door opens. "How did it go?"
"I'm coming back next week," I reply. "I really think I need this. He's done me a lot of good in just one session."
Dr. Holman waves off the compliment. "I'm just a facilitator. Your daughter is the one doing the work." He snaps his fingers, "One last thing, Ms. Cummings. A little assignment for you to complete before our next session." I don't know what to expect, and don't hide my fear. He smiles, "Nothing too difficult, just get out and socialize a little more. Try to make a new friend, preferably a non-human one, before our next session, okay?" I nod, relieved. He waves off payment, saying the first session is an evaluation so he never charges for it. As we get ready to leave I notice a painting on his wall of a nude woman with a snake draped over her. My stomach drops, it's the woman from my dreams. I ask what the painting is called. He grins devilishly, "Lilith, Queen of the Night. Goddess of love and consensual desire. Why?"
"Just looks familiar," I shrug. "Must have seen it somewhere before." I need to figure out what's going on. Find out more about this Lilith. "I'll see you next week, Dr. Holman."
"Looking forward to it, Ms. Cummings."
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I was afraid I'd have to wait months for an appointment with a doctor, but Mom gets me in to see her gynecologist the next day. I'm nervous as all get out. I've never been a big fan of doctors, and my previous gynecologist didn't have the best bedside manner so to speak. When we pull into the parking lot I can't help but notice how empty it is. "Uh, are they open?"
"They close for half a day on Fridays," Mom explains. "I got Dr. Pounder to see you by explaining the urgent nature of your situation." She pulls up to the door and stops. "Okay, let me know when your done and we'll go grab some lunch."
I stare at her. "You're not coming in with me?"
She gives me one of her Looks. "You really want your mother sitting there while you talk about your sex life with..."
The slamming car door cuts her off as I head inside. It's kinda creepy without people, or Zoes filling the office. I don't see a receptionist or the doctor anywhere. "Hello?" I call out. "Dr. Pounder?"
"Just a minute," someone calls from behind the counter. I walk over to the window to see a Bobcat Demi-human staring at the computer. He looks up at me with a friendly smile. "Stupid thing is slow today. Like it knows we shouldn't be working."
I laugh, nervously, trying to conceal the silent screaming in my head. Mom did this deliberately, making me expose myself to a Beast doctor knowing how uncomfortable I'll be. It's bad enough he's a guy but add in that, and how handsome he is...for a Zoe... I mean if you're into that, which I am not, AT ALL! Still, I am trying to erase my guilt, but he's way too old! Which would mean he's got a lot of experience, and being a gynecologist he would know his way around down there. NO! I am not going to sleep with him, unless he makes a move, but I will refuse to enjoy it no matter what he does to my soft body. I'm so caught up in my internal debate I miss what he's saying. "Pardon?"
"Name of your old doctor so I can request medical records?" He smiles again, all warm and friendly, and I feel my cheeks redden. I tell him. He nods, typing it in. "Okay, let's get this filled out... Full Name?"
"Zophelia Nita Cummings," I smile while playing with my hair. Stop it! We're not doing this!
He gives me a weird look, "Uh, I'm sorry. Did you say Zo-feel-ya?"
"Yeah," I nod. "It's a combination of my Grandmas' names. Zoey, and Ophelia. Everyone just calls me Zophie though." I shrug. It's an unusual name I know, but I've gotten used to it. Doctor Pounder seems to find it very amusing for some reason, shaking his head and chuckling while he types. We get through the questions in no time at all. Then he does a quick check of my vitals (Heart rate is a little fast? Wonder why?!?) before telling me to head to room 3 and put on an examination gown. I hit the bathroom just to be safe and try to calm myself before he gets in there.
"Okay, Zophelia," he smiles. I don't know why he's being so formal with me. I tell him to just call me Zophie, and blush while doing it dammit! "Okay...Zophie. I'm going to check your breasts. Just relax, I'll be done in a minute." This close he has a wonderful, musky smell that I can't get enough of. I nod, jumping a little as his gloved hand slides under the paper gown. I bite back a moan when his fingers brush across my stiff nipples. Traitorous body! We are not banging him! "All right, everything appears to be normal. Any pain? Discomfort? Questions?"
"Nope," I gasp, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. "I can't think of anything." (Except you rutting me eight ways from Sunday on this examination table until I... STOP IT!) "Uh, Nope. Nothing comes to mind."
"Okay, assume the position then." I stare at him in shock for a second. Are we really gonna... Then he pats the stirrups and I try to hide my disappointment. RELIEF! My Relief! I stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine myself in my happy place. A beautiful beach, with a stack of books, listening to my favorite music while Doctor Pounder massages lotion into my back...!! I startle Doctor Pounder with a loud yelp. "You okay, Zophie? Did that hurt?"
"Uh," I try to think of something, "Just... cold. Whooo! Why are the instruments always so cold for these things?" I laugh nervously. He joins in.
"Sorry, just a hazard of the trade," he chuckles. I laugh way to loud. He's got a gentle touch as he examines me. Why is it so hot in here? Seriously, I'm starting to sweat while his fingers explore my soft, wet... Quit It! "So, Couple of questions. Your Mom said you had recently become sexually active. How long ago was that?"
"What time is it now?" I snort. He gives me a pity laugh. "Uh," I cough, "Night before last was my first time. I don't think it will bee-eeeeeHHH the last!" (He put a finger in my butt! A Finger! Why would you do that? Who would want you to?)
"Did you use protection?" He asks in a voice that reminds me of my Dad's Stern Talking tone. I admit we didn't. He gets up, pulls something from a cabinet, and hands it to me. "Drink. It's a Morning After Tincture that will take care of anything he may have given you." I drink, and it tastes just like the smoothies Mom has been given me for two weeks now! He hands me another one. "This is a birth control tincture, just a generic for now, but it'll work better than the ones your Mother's been giving you. The Apothecary will make one designed just for you that will be even more effective." He takes the empties from me and chucks them in the trash. "One bottle will last you an entire week. Of course, if you want something even more hands off I can give you a colophon? They usually fade in about six months. Or a fetish?"
"Like feet?" I give him a perplexed look.
"Like an amulet or bracelet," he laughs. "Put it on when you need it."
"I'll take the tinctures."
He nods, then finishes my exam. "Okay, you can sit up now. Everything looks fine. You are a perfectly healthy young lady. I'll call in your prescription, and we'll finish up."
"Uhm, if you need a co-pay, I don't have any money on me," I feel my cheeks flush.
"Don't worry about it," he smiles. "Your Mom will handle it. Unless you want to take on the co-pay yourself?"
I take a deep breath. A small voice in my head is screaming for me to stop, but I ignore it. I have to see if I can do this. I have to see it through. "Well," I lay back on the table, "I mean, I'm already naked, and nobody's here but us..." I peel off the paper gown, slide my feet back into the stirrups, and give him my sexiest look.
He gives me a stern look. "I could lose my license if people knew I slept with my patients." He starts stripping, revealing a tight, compact, muscular body under his lab coat and suit. I can't help but stare at his penis. Apparently different types of Beastm-...Zoe have different penises. The Doctor's is about the same length as Wayne's (when he was transformed) but with a pointed, spine covered head. "So, keep this to yourself, okay?" I nod as he takes his place between my legs again. No gloves this time so I feel his rough pads against my velvety folds, drawing a long moan from my core. His coarse tongue flicks against my clit, making me gasp. I arch my back, crumpling the stiff paper in my fists while he uses his fingers and mouth to drive me wild. I have a boyfriend who loves me, part of me yells. He wants me to do this, another part snaps back. Then the debate gets washed away by the blissful explosion between my legs. It is way more intense than anything I felt the other night with Wayne, making my whole body quiver and inhuman sounds dribble from my lips. I've barely started coming down from it when Doctor Pounder slides his penis into my wet sex.
"If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, Zophie, let me know and I'll stop." I can't form coherent sentences right now, so I answer by pulling him down to shove my tongue down his throat. Any doubts, or fears are lost in the rush of primal lust burning through my soul. I want... No, need the good doctor's cock in my aching pussy. It feels so right, so good as he thrusts hard into me, making me gasp, and curse with every stroke. The spines rub my walls, hitting places no one else has and driving me crazy. He breaks the kiss to assault my steel hard nipples with his rough tongue and sharp teeth. I beg him to cum in me, to breed me and make me his bitch. He responds my fucking me harder, making the table shake with his intense rutting. Another orgasm explodes through my brain, making my pussy clench around him, milking his cock to the point of no return. His screeching yowl mixing with my screams of ecstasy echo through the building. I'm so glad we're alone, as I'm sure people in the parking lot would have heard us.
We lay there for a few minutes, kissing, and exploring each other until he slides off the table. He pulls my feet out of the stirrups, rolls me over onto my stomach and enters me from behind. I give myself over completely to him, reveling in the feel of his wiry fur against my bare skin while his turgid cock claims my willing hole once more. I push back, meeting his thrusts with a primal fierceness. He grips my waist, grimacing while his dick twitches, filling me with another load. He keeps it in me, reaching around to finish me with dexterous fingers before falling back against the counter. I slide to the floor, legs little more than jelly at this point. We stare at each other, smiling. I push sweat slick hair out of my face while crawling towards him. I kneel, taking his soft prick in my mouth, tasting his seed and my juices mixed together and loving it. The Zophie I was is gone in this moment, replaced by the Zophie in my dreams and I don't know whether to celebrate or mourn this revelation. As Doctor Pounder's cock stiffens in my mouth I push the thoughts away. I'll have time to reflect on this later. Now, I want him, and all the things he's willing to do to me.
It's two hours later when I walk on wobbly legs out to Mom's van. Lunch is out of the question, so we grab an early dinner. She doesn't say a word until after we've ordered. "So, I'm guessing you took care of the co-pay then?" She flashes a wicked grin while my cheeks and ears go fire hydrant red. "Or did you feel the need to test out your birth control? Which is it?" I stammer for a few seconds looking for an excuse. She fixes me with one of her patented stares. Ten years apart and they still work on me.
"I..." Forget it. I can't lie to her. "He's hot," I mumble. I wait for her to say something about responsibility, or casual sex or something parent related. Instead she just smiles. "What?"
"You're old enough to make these decisions on your own," she laughs. "And he is hot." We both smile. "I just don't want you to feel like you should hide it from me. I want you to explore. That's what being young is for!" She leans in to whisper, "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your experiments, or dalliances. Not Kevin. Not the boys. Especially not that boyfriend of yours."
I smile, "Thanks Mom." Not that I care, but I appreciate her letting me tell Wayne myself, you know? I can't wait to see what he turns into!
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I've been training in my dreams for about a week now. I have learned so many fun things to do in that time, it's just amazing. I'm itching to try some of it in the real world. Problem is I have a boyfriend. I can't set things right without explaining my mission to him. (and giving him first shot at my pussy.) I hope he understands, I really don't want to lose him.
I wait until everyone's asleep then sneak out. It's only a couple of streets over from my Mom's house so I just walk. Yep, nothing suspicious here, just a teenage human girl taking a midnight stroll through a predominantly Beast neighborhood. You know, just a normal everyday thing. Wayne's parents have been really supportive of our relationship, especially since I moved to Bell End. They've let me come over every day, cooked me dinner, drove me home. (I'm hoping I can get my license this Summer. Wayne has one, but his parents are afraid I'll be assaulted by "those sub-human freaks looking for revenge". It would be nice if we could go out on actual dates instead of just watching TV in the den, with his parents down the hall in the Living Room) It would also be nice if they would let HIM come to ME sometimes. I don't know why they won't let him come to Mom's house. I mean... I Know, but still... Oh, Weirdness alert! They told me last night that they tried to file for custody of me when Dad got arrested. Turns out he had them down as guardians in case he ever died, or something. That's crazy!
It's almost as crazy as what I'm doing. I rehearse everything I'm going to say one more time. I've got it down pat. I can make a good argument for it and... Who am I kidding?!? I'm headed over to my boyfriend's house to tell him: "Hey, I love you, but I need to fuck a bunch of Zoes to bring balance to my life and lift all the guilt from my soul. Why? Because this woman in my dreams told me to. But, HEY, I'll let you pop my cherry before I get it pounded by a bunch of animal dongs. You're cool with all this, right?" I hug my stomach as another wave of nausea hits. I'm so scared and nervous that I've stopped four times already to dry heave into the street. I don't really want to do this, but, something inside me tells me this is the only way I'll ever find peace in my life. Maybe I should have discussed it with Mom first? Yeah right, she's already got me an appointment to see a therapist next week. This would just confirm that I'm not right in the head. Crap! Next week is when Summer School starts as well! I missed all my final exams at my old school. (Being in Government Custody kinda interferes with your academic life, you know.) Mom got me tested though, and so I get to spend my summer catching up on only History and Biology with a bunch of losers.
Too quickly I find myself outside Wayne's bedroom window. I dry heave into the bushes one last time before tapping on the glass. Wayne opens them up, looking around before helping me inside. "Afraid we're being watched?" I joke.
"What? No, I thought I heard the cat puking in Mom's azaleas again." We sit on the bed, unable to look each other in the eye. I don't know what he's so nervous about, we're just losing our virginity with each other...maybe. I start to speak but get cut off. "Look, Zophie," Wayne blurts out, "I have something I need to tell you. Something big, and it might affect how you feel about me, about us." He stares at the floor. "I hope it doesn't. I mean...I love you, and hope to spend the rest of my life with you..." He grabs my hand. I pull away, standing up and walking to the window. With my back to him I take a deep breath, and quickly tell him everything. The dreams. The lady that appeared in them. The sex. My mission. He's silent for a while, just making moaning sounds as I describe what the Fox has been doing to me every night. "So..." he swallows, "So, you're having dreams where you have wild sex with a Beastman... so you can learn how to pleasure them in real...Ooooooh... real life, to erase the guilt from your soul? Is... is that what you're saying?"
I take a deep breath, "Yes." I turn to face him. "I know it sounds cr-... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" He flashes me a weak smile, clearly embarrassed, but doesn't stop masturbating. "Oh My God, Wayne!"
"Keep it down," he hisses, gesturing with his free hand. "You'll wake my parents up! Look, Zo, I can explain, just give me a minute to finish."
"Are you turned on by me cheating on you?" I walk closer, never taking my eyes off his erection. "Is this some kind of weird fetish or something?" I kneel in front of him. "Do you want me to sleep with other guys, Wayne?" I reach out and take his penis in my hand with a sexy giggle. "Let me have a go at it."
"OH SHIT! Zophie...I...I... OH!" I've barely touched him when everything suddenly changes. His penis gets longer, the shaft expanding in several places along its length. His testicles swell to double their original size while darkening in color. Gray and white hair...NO! FUR! sprouts all over his body while a long tail sprouts from his backside. His ears increase in size and move to the top of his head. In about three short breaths my boyfriend transforms from human to... Chinchilla? I stare, frozen in shock but still absentmindedly stroking him off while he shakes his head in embarrassment. After several tense seconds of silence, he sighs in defeat. "I'm sorry, Zo, I really am."
"So," I blink rapidly trying to process this, "You're a Were-Chinchilla? Seriously?"
"Tonight, I am," he snorts. "It changes. I've never been the same thing two times in a row."
"It's not a full moon."
"Yeah," he crosses his arms angrily, "It happens when I get turned on. I'm like the Hulk, but instead of anger it's horniness." He swallows, "I hope this doesn't change things between us. I really..." I cut him off by swallowing most of his rod in one go. (What? I came over here to lose my virginity! Oh, and apparently the chugging water thing works!) He moans my name while I bob my head on his penis, teasing the underside with my tongue. (Guess those dream skills do translate to the real world.) It doesn't take long for his cock to swell and his balls to tighten up. "Oh, Fu- On your face. On your face!" I oblige, jerking his twitching junk as it sends shot after shot onto my smiling face. I yelp when one gets me in the eye. I'm completely covered by the time he finishes up and giggling like a little kid. He hands me some tissues, so I can clean myself up.
"You're still a Beast," I smile.
"I can't turn back until I'm satisfied," he explains. "I masturbate about 8 times a day just to keep this from happening." He sighs, "It could take all night for me to change back, Zo."
I peel my clothes off, smiling at his rapidly hardening penis. "Whatever. I mean what kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you like this?" I put his thick pole between my sizeable boobs. "You'll love this." While I get him off again I slip a couple of fingers between my legs bringing myself to orgasm while he's coating my chest with another load. I pull back, so he can get naked too. Once he's ready I push him back onto his bed and straddle him. He whimpers while I guide him into my waiting cleft. Once he's all the way in he gets my hips in a tight grip.
"Uh," he swallows, "Can we just hold it here for a couple of minutes?"
I laugh. "Of course." I lean forward to kiss him. He slides his arms around me, pulling me close. We stay this way until he begins thrusting against me. I roll over with him, letting him take control this time. It's weird. I still find Beasts filthy, and I'm not sure I can share myself with them like this, but Wayne being a Were isn't a deal breaker. Maybe knowing the guy I love is under all that fur makes a difference. Maybe? I don't know. I don't care. I quit thinking about it, and just enjoy the moment. Wayne slams his thick cock deep, driving the breath out of me. I bite my lip to stifle the squeal of pleasure, and pain, shooting up my spine. He goes a hundred miles an hour, pulling out after about 5 minutes to paint my belly with his cum. He flops down beside me. "Still furry," I smile.
"Still hard," he nods. We laugh. "Look Zoe," he says getting serious, "I... do think about you with other guys, mainly Demi-humans. A lot. It is like my number one, go to fantasy right now. It triggers the change more than anything else." He notices my puzzled look. "I don't know why! I guess just the thought of you rutting with some inhuman Beast is just..." He shakes his head. I cough politely while pointing to his own fur covered form. He laughs. "Yeah, I get it. Look, if you think this is something you need to do to make things right, I'll support it. We just have to set some ground rules, okay?"
"Of course," I nod. "And if you see someone you want to sleep with, go ahead with my blessing. It wouldn't be fair for you to stay faithful while I'm screwing around on you."
"Yeah," he agrees. "I can't think of anyone right now, but I appreciate it." He coughs. "Alright, Rule Number One: 'You can't hide it from me.' If you sleep with someone else, I want to know about it."
"So you can masturbate to it?" I tease.
"Duh! And so, we won't have a relationship based on lies. I trust you, and don't want anything to jeopardize that. So, No lies, and no hiding it."
"Deal," I nod.
"Rule Number Two: 'You have to come home when you're done.' So to speak. I don't mind you doing this, but I still want to be your boyfriend. You have to make time for me. Make us a priority. Deal?"
"Deal," I smile. "Like I could ever leave you, you doofus." I lay my head on his chest. "I'm not even sure I can do it. I mean, I can't even hug my stepdad, so how am I going to screw some random stranger?" He moans. "What?"
"You and your stepdad..."
I punch his chest. "Gross! That is sick!" I shiver at the thought. Never! "Let's quit talking about it."
"Oh? What do you want to do instead?"
"Well, I think we need to work on getting you back into a human shape. What do you say?"
For an answer he rolls back on top of me while we passionately kiss. We try all kinds of things with each other for most of the night. I know I need to leave, but by the time he's back to Plain Wayne I'm too tired to move. I close my eyes to take a short rest, and... BOOM! Sunlight is coming through his window! I roll out of bed, listening to his parents calling him to breakfast. I don't bother with underwear, or shoes, just throwing on my blouse and shorts before rolling out his window. I've barely hit the ground before his bedroom door opens and his Mother tells him it's time to get up. I crawl across the yard to the sidewalk while he mumbles a response. I start quick walking away without looking back, not slowing down until I'm back on my street. Once I know I'm safe I can't help but laugh at the craziness of it all. I'm floating on a cloud, humming my favorite song, swinging my shoes around and feeling happy for the first time since the raid.
"Oh My God!" I freeze. I know that voice. I turn to see my Mom speedwalking down the sidewalk towards me in her hot pink workout clothes. She has a huge grin on her face. My cheeks are already burning from embarrassment. She cackles, "Is this MY DAUGHTER taking the Walk of Shame?" I'm beet red when she pulls me into a crushing hug. "I'm so proud of you."
"You are?" Well, my mouth is full of her hair so it's more like "Moo farfn?"
"YES!" She steps back, still gripping my arms. "Honey, you needed to get laid. Trust me." She puts her arm around me, guiding me towards the house. "Was it with your boyfriend?" I nod. "Well, it was almost perfect." She sees my expression. "I kid. I'm sure he's nice and hope, someday, he slips mommy's leash and comes to our house."
"Yeah," I reluctantly agree. A thought hits me. "I should probably make an appointment to get on some birth control. I don't need any more problems in my life."
"Yeah," Mom agrees. "I'm not ready to be a Grandma. I'll get you an appointment with my guy. He's great. And you need your own birth control. I can't keep slipping you mine in those breakfast smoothies I make you every morning."
"Yeah," I laugh. "Oh...Wait...WHAT?"
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"Good afternoon Dr Frezee. It is very nice to meet you. My name is Zora, and I am looking forward to our first session together."
"Hello Zora. I am pleased to meet you also. Please have a seat and get comfortable."
"Thank you doctor. This is a very nice office. So stylishly decorated. You have impeccable taste."
Zora was checking out the pictures on the wall which were mildly erotic, but her attention was drawn to one in particular. It was a photo of Dr Frezee wearing biker shorts, nothing else, and his dick was hard! The bulge extended halfway down his thigh, and it looked very thick. She was guessing it must be at least 9 inches. And his body was the icing on the cake. So hard and ripped. Yummy! Zora was shocked by the picture but couldn't take her eyes off of it.
"Please, just call me Dick. I feel that it is very important to establish a relaxed atmosphere for all of our sessions. Just take off your shoes and lie down on the couch and I will put some soft music on. Then we will get started."
"Well, ok then, Dick".
The mellow saxaphone music was so sexy and, combined with the room's beautiful decor, delicious fragrance and that sizzling hot picture of Dick, was starting to turn Zora on. Sitting on the luxurious couch in her lingerie was making her feel very open and uninhibited.
"Alright now Zora. As you already know, I am a sex/relationship counselor. My methods are a little different. Thank you for changing into your lingerie for this session. I found that it helps to get you in the right frame of mind. Based on the questionnaire that you filled out, you feel that you need to open up to someone that will not judge you. I am here to listen, and remember, you can tell me anything, anything at all. Our sessions are completely confidential. So, let's talk."
"Well doctor Frez...uh...Dick, where can I start. I am in a relationship with a wonderful man, and we are going to be married. There are some things that I would like to tell him before we tie the knot, but I'm not sure he would understand.
"I do love him very much, but sometimes I get weak. I mean, I love the attention of men, and flirting just seems to come naturally to me. I don't mean to seduce other men, but I can't seem to help myself! I love the feeling I get when a man is looking at me like he wants to eat me from head to toe. I don't usually act on the feelings, but there have been a few times when I have taken my flirting too far."
"Please elaborate."
"Example; I like to play on dating sites. Not to find anyone else, I just like to see which men find me attractive and to fantasize about actually meeting one of them. It really turns me on. This one time, I was chatting online with a man that I had met, his name was Tony, and we hit it off great. It was so easy to talk to him, he made me laugh and was a lot of fun, not to mention he was a total babe, and before I knew it, the conversation turned erotic. Normally, when this would happen, I would end the conversation and move on to the next guy. Well this time, I didn't do that. Instead, I played along, just to see where it would go."
"Zora, what do you mean by 'the conversation turned erotic'? Please tell me what was said."
"Are you sure? No judging right? Ok. Tony and I were talking about meeting, and he suggested that he get a hotel room and I could come there and we would leave from there to go to a play that we both wanted to see. Playfully, I said 'sounds like a plan.' Then he said, 'of course, I might want to taste you before we leave.' Without thinking, I said, 'you might get addicted.' Then he said, 'no, actually it is you that might get a-dick-ted. 8 inches of a-dick-ted to be exact'. I just laughed. I think he took my response as permission to speak freely, because the next thing he said was, 'I hope you can handle all my meat.' Playfully, I said, 'marinating meat is my specialty.' It kind of slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Besides, I felt ok saying this, as he didn't know my real name or anything. You know, it wasn't real. We talked a little more then logged off and later that night I jumped on my man and rode him like a wild animal until we were both covered in each other's juices."
"Zora, that doesn't seem to be so bad." Many women have fantasies about fucking men outside their relationship. It keeps things spicy."
"True, if only it had stopped right there. A few days passed by and I again decided to check my account. I logged in, and there was mail waiting for me from Tony. For some reason, a big smile broke out on my face when I saw it. I opened it, and was shocked when I read the e-mail. It said, 'I am coming to your town for business next week, and I have booked a room at the Marriott. I will be arriving Sunday and leaving on Wednesday. I will give you the room number once I check in. I hope to hear your knock at my door.'
"My boyfriend and I had a big fight on the Friday before Tony was supposed to arrive. He accused me of being distant and not having time for him. I don't know, maybe there was some truth in what he said, but he was mean to me and made me really angry. We didn't talk at all the whole weekend, and by Sunday I was really hurting. So, I decided to at least go and meet Tony. I felt it would be ok as I could control myself and was absolutely sure that nothing would happen. I just needed someone to talk to and hang out with to take my mind off of the pain. I checked my e-mail and there was one from Tony. My heart started beating furiously as I opened it, and read, 'Baby, meet me at the Marriott, room 326, can't wait to see you. I have a surprise for you.'
I took a shower, put on one of my sexiest dresses, and headed to the Marriott. I admit, by this time, my pussy was dripping and my nipples were so hard I just wanted someone to suck and squeeze them. But I was not going to the hotel to have sex, just meet, maybe have dinner or something and then come home.
"As I arrived in the hotel lobby, I began to have second thoughts. 'What am I doing here? I shouldn't be going to a hotel room to meet a man I met on the internet. I really love my man and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm leaving.' As I swiftly swirled around to leave the lobby, I ran right smack into someone. 'Excuse me, I'm sorry' I muttered."
"Zora! Where are you going? It's me, Tony!"
"What I saw made me weak in the knees. Tony was about 6 feet 3 inches tall with a dazzling smile, and he was wearing a pair of well-fitting grey slacks, alligator shoes a blue silk shirt and beautiful tie. The shirt was very thin and his rippling muscles were straining against the fabric. I could see the outline of the muscles in his legs filling out his slacks. He had no fat on his body and he smelled delicious! He could have been a supermodel. 'Tony! H..hi. Wow you look good."
"Good enough to eat?"
"I laughed nervously. 'I was just leaving. I don't think I should be here.' "
"Wait, don't leave. Come sit with me on the sofa right here and let's talk for a few minutes."
"Dick, I really didn't see any harm in talking to him. After all, we were in a public place and I was free to leave whenever I felt like. And I really needed to take my mind off my aching heart. Boy was I mistaken. We talked about his reason for being in my city, he was a developer and was looking at buying some commercial property; I told him about my dreams of flipping houses, we talked about past relationships, we laughed at each other's jokes and before you knew it, I was totally relaxed and comfortable with this man. It was then that I said, 'It was nice talking with you' and as I stood to leave, he grabbed my hand and said, 'Don't leave yet. You haven't seen your surprise.' His touch sent tingles running through my body. Every rational thought in my head was saying 'leave,' but my body was not obeying.
'What is it?'
'Well, I need to show you, it loses some of its intrigue if I try to tell you.'
'Ok, I'll wait while you retrieve it.'
'I can't bring it down stairs. Come on up, you will be pleasantly surprised.'
"'Ok. But only for a minute. I really should not have come.' I got on the elevator, still admiring this gorgeous man, and, I must be honest Dick, my pussy was throbbing. I was thankful that he did not try anything, I'm not sure I could have resisted. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at his floor.
"After a long walk to a room at the end of the hall, Tony said, 'This is it. Come on in.' I walked in, looked around and noticed that he had a luxurious suite. He also had a lot of bags. So many that the only place to sit was on the bed. 'Have a seat, close your eyes, and I will be right back. You are going to love this.'
'OK, be quick.' I was really ready to leave before I jumped on this man, so I figured I would get the surprise, get a hug, and take my butt home. After a minute, I heard footsteps, and as I was about to open my eyes, I felt someone jump on the bed behind me, wrap their legs around my waist and put a hand over my mouth and around my throat. I also could tell that he was completely naked, his giant cock was rubbing me halfway up my back. He said, 'shhhh. Don't fight. I don't want to hurt you, but I am going to fuck you tonight, with or without your consent. So stop struggling, and let me get your sexy ass out of this dress. I have some dick for you to ride.'
"I didn't know what to do. I was so horny I felt like I was going to cum just from his hot breath on my neck. His huge dick was so hard and his body was soooo sexy. It was like my mind knew I had to leave, but my pussy was on fire and my body had its own agenda.
"Besides, I didn't exactly have a choice, Tony was a powerful man and I'm sure he could make good on his threats. Oh, how did I get myself in this predicament?
Finally, I exclaimed, 'Ok, ok. I won't resist. Just please don't hurt me! Let me go and I will get undressed for you.'
"Tony then said, 'don't try anything or you will get hurt. There is no way you can make it to the door before I get you. And if I have to chase you, you will be sorry.' I was thinking to myself, 'Baby, you don't have to worry about me trying to get away from that beautiful body and big dick. If I have to have sex with you anyway, I might as well get nasty and enjoy it!'
"I didn't say a word, but I think he could see in my eyes and hear in my breathing how incredibly horny I was, because he relaxed and started stroking his dick while I undressed. His balls looked like they were full of hot cum just waiting to explode from the giant head of his massive cock. And it was my job to coax all that juice out, no matter what it took. My eyes were glued to him, going from his tasty dick to his scrumptious balls to his rock hard body. I was starting to get light headed. I had never been this hot in my life!"
"I began to undress by taking off my shoes and stockings. I then removed my soaking wet panties and threw them on his face. Then I had a thought that made my pussy juices gush down my leg; this man was going to do anything he wanted to do to me. An-y-thing at all! By this time, I could smell his dick and balls, and the scent was driving me crazy! I was wondering how his balls were going to taste, and will he want me to swallow his cum? I was ready to completely submit to this man, whatever he told me to do, I was going to do with enthusiasm. I ripped my dress over my head, took my bra off as quickly as I could, and said, 'I am yours.'
'Get your sexy ass over here, baby. Make love to my body. I jumped on that invitation and started by licking his muscular chest, taking my time to suck each nipple in my mouth and bite on them ever so gently. I then gave his six pack abs a slow tongue bath as I traced each rock hard muscle with the tip of my tongue. I could hear Tony moaning so deeply and that made me even hotter. I licked my way down, stopping to tickle his belly button with the tip of my tongue. All this time, Tony was finger fucking me with his long, thick fingers. When he found my G-spot, I started to feel an orgasm building up in my loins, and within seconds I was cumming all over his hands. My pussy squirted juice all over his chest, and his dick seemed to get harder.
I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed his dick with both hands and started sucking it like his balls contained the best dessert I ever tasted. I could only get the head and about an inch of his shaft in my mouth. I looked him in his eyes and said, 'I thought you said you had 8 inches. Your dick is at least 10 inches long baby.'
"Tony looked at me, smiled real big, and said 'Surprise.'
"By now, I was ready to get used as his sex slave. Tony must have read my mind, because he grabbed my hair tightly and said very sternly, lick my ass. He then turned over on his hands and knees with his muscular ass in the air and said 'what you waiting for? Get to it baby.' Now, I had never licked anyone's ass before, but thinking of taking my tongue and licking his asshole was so nasty, and I was so incredibly out of my mind horny, that I did it with zeal. He must have rubbed honey on his ass, it was so sweet. Ohhh, Dick, licking this man's ass made me so hot that I started cumming from doing it. I felt like such a slut, and I was loving every minute of it. After a few minutes, I wanted to taste his huge balls.
"They were so big; I just laid on the bed and he squatted over me and dipped his balls in my mouth one at a time like a teabag. I sucked each one deeply in my mouth and massaged them gently with my tongue. I could taste the sweet saltiness of his sweaty nuts. They were so meaty and hot and I wanted to swallow them whole! His dick was so hard, the thick veins were popping out all over. Hot juice was dripping from the head of his throbbing dick, landing on my face, soaking my lips and running down my chin.Ummmm!
"All I could think about was making him hornier and to cum harder than he ever had before. Whatever he wanted, I was going to willingly oblige. If he wanted me to lick his ass while I jacked him off into a glass and then drink down all of his cum, bottoms up. Then he made me sit in front of him with my mouth at the level of his dick, grabbed my hair and began to mouth fuck me. He rammed that horse dick in my throat over and over and I sucked it like a big lollipop. I could smell his sperm by now, and that smell drove me over the edge. I was feeling so hot and slutty that at that moment I would have fucked him in front of my man. Or anyone else for that matter.
"Tony put me on my knees doggy style and pushed his dick in my pussy so deep I thought it would pop out of my mouth. We had been fucking for about 45 minutes and I had cum 7 or 8 times. Not to mention the 3 times when I was licking his body and tasting his ass. When he started banging my pussy, my body erupted so hard I was screaming and didn't care who heard. He continued to bang my pussy for about 15 minutes and I thought I couldn't take any more orgasms. Then he did something that changed my mind. He took that big, hard, wet dick out of my dripping pussy, and while I was still in the doggy position, he started fucking me in my ass!
It hurt so much at first that I started to protest, but he just grabbed my hair and said 'Shut up. This is my body and I am going to use all of it to my satisfaction. Do you understand?' I meekly said 'Yes sir,' in a tiny voice and he kept fucking me in my ass. First a few inches slowly massaging my asshole with the head, then a quarter, then half, real slow and gentle, and soon he had all 10 plus inches deep in my ass. Ooooh! It felt so dirty. He started pounding my virgin ass, in and out with that steel dick, over and over. Soon I could feel another orgasm rising in me, but it was different. It started as an ache deep in my ass, then it spread like a wildfire to my pussy. Soon that ache turned to pleasure, and when I came, it was so intense that I temporarily passed out. When I woke up, Tony had tied me up, and it was then that I discovered we were not alone."
"By now, Tony had been fucking me for about an hour and a half in all kinds of positions, and my pussy and asshole were beat up! I did not know how I was going to handle these three men that came in from the other room. 'They have been watching us the whole time,' Tony said to me, 'and they are very horny.' Knowing that I had been watched and desired turned the fire up inside of me. One of the guys was a bald, slim, dark skinned black man who was taller than Tony; the other two looked like they were Puerto Rican or something, one of them had a little gut but was still very sexy.
'Don't worry Zora. I told them that your pussy is off limits, and I am saving your mouth for the big finale later. These men are here to be jacked off. You are ok pumping these dicks until they shoot hot cum all over you, right?'
"'Yesssss! I moaned. Anything you want baby.' I was so horny, it felt like I was floating. I was consumed with raw lust. By now, the men had gotten on the bed with me. They started licking and kissing and caressing me all over. Nibbling my ears, sucking my nipples, sucking my toes; one of the Puerto Ricans even ate my pussy but he wouldn't let me cum. I was still tied up and I was helpless.
'Baby, I can't really jack these men off while I'm tied up,' I said in my most innocent voice. 'Please untie me so I can squeeze these dicks in my hand.' The Puerto Ricans were average size, about 6 or 7 inches, but the black man, OMG! His dick was bigger than Tony's. At least 12 inches and very thick.
'Oh ok, if you can't wait any longer, then I will untie you.' Tony walked over to loosen the ropes, but before he did, he put his dick right in front of my mouth but just out of reach of my lips. Every time he would come close, I would open my mouth as wide as I could and strain to taste it, but he would move before I could get it in my mouth.
'Not yet, you nasty little freak. You will get to eat my sperm only after you have satisfied my homies and are completely covered in their cum. And you better be ready, because I am going to fill your belly with my juice.' Tony then untied me, and went and sat down, stroking his dick with honey while watching me.
"The black man's name was Leo, and the Puerto Rican's were Carlo and Kenny. Carlo and Kenny sat on either side of me on the bed, and Leo sat between my legs facing me. Their dicks were so hard they were jumping like they had a mind of their own. I know this sounds silly, but, for some reason, at that point I felt shy. I felt like I kind of knew Tony, even though he was forcing me to be this complete slut, but these men were strangers. I just sat there gazing at all this man flesh. I felt like I was in a dream.
Carlo then took my left hand and placed it on his dick. My fingers instinctively wrapped around his pole and started stroking. About the same time, Kenny placed my right hand on his cock and there I was, pumping 2 dicks at once while 2 other men watched me with lust in their eyes. I was the star of the show and I was keeping all four of these dicks rock hard!
"I didn't need any lubricant; the semen dripping from the heads provided all the slipperiness I needed. I went into a trance, jacking off these men as hard and fast as I could, first staring at Kenny's pulsating meat, then Carlo's beautiful dick. After about 5 minutes, both men's hips started bucking and they were moaning so loud that I knew they were about to shoot. I pumped harder and then began to feel both dicks get harder and hotter and in an instant they started to cum.
Kenny's juice shot up 3 feet in the air and landed right on my face. Glob after glob sprayed from his cock, and I kept pumping to get all of it. Carlo had gotten on his knees and his dick was pointed right at my titties, and his first load covered my chest completely! By the time these men stopped cumming, my face, chest and stomach were covered with hot nut butter.
"Leo had been very patient to this point, but he couldn't wait any longer. He stood up in front of me with his dick pointed right at my mouth and jacked his own dick. I was transfixed by the sexy scene which was unfolding before me. 'I wondered, does he want me to swallow his cum? Tony said that my mouth was all his, and I don't want to make him mad.'
My question was answered when Tony said 'Zora, come here. Now.' I obeyed him and started to walk over to him when he said, 'crawl to me on your hands and knees and tell me how much you want to taste my cum.' I immediately went down on all fours and proclaimed 'Baby, I want to suck your dick until you cum in my mouth and then I am going to drink every drop of it. I crave your sweet juice and I hope you have a lot to give me.'
By then, I was in between his legs on hands and knees awaiting orders. 'Suck it baby,' he said, 'and it better be nasty.' I opened my mouth and tried to swallow his dick whole. Even though I had just gotten fucked like a ragdoll and was forced to jack off 2 men, this was the highlight of the evening. It was like finally getting to eat Tony's cum was my reward for all my hard work.
I played with his heavy balls while I sucked him off, caressing them and lifting them in my hand to feel their weight. My head was a blur on his sweet honey covered dick. I was oblivious to anything else; my focus was getting that juice. I could feel the head of his dick grow as I licked every inch of it with my hungry tongue. I was his slut, slave, freak, toy, whatever he wanted me to be; his wish was my command.
"At that point, I thought about Leo. What was he doing? It was then that I felt the most intense pleasure of the night. Leo had slipped in behind me and thrust his steel pole into my once again soaked pussy. I moaned loudly and sped up sucking on Tony's cock. I was a machine. A 10 inch dick in my mouth, a 12 inch dick in my pussy, I was in a threesome!
It was then that I thought of my man. Too bad I couldn't videotape this for him. It could be his Christmas present! What a hot thought, I know how good I would get fucked after he watched it. We would make love constantly. Ahhh. That's the difference. We would make love. But these men are fucking me!
"Thinking about getting fucked by two men made me start cumming all over Leo's 12 inches and me cumming made Leo start pounding me like a jack hammer. I was sucking Tony so good that I had actually gotten over half his cock down my throat. Not to mention I was covered with Carlo and Kenny's sperm and the smell was intoxicating me.
I was someone else by now, no longer just Zora the good girlfriend and loving mother and friend, but also a sex crazed cock freak with no inhibitions. I was loving the feeling; so light and free and alive. 'Oh baby...Ohhh baby...' I heard Tony shout. 'I'm going to cum baby. Keep sucking it just like that!' His words encouraged me and I sucked his dick like a porn star. Meanwhile, Leo was banging my pussy like he was mad at it.
"Leo came first; I felt him shoot deep inside me, his cum was so hot and he must have squirted a quart. It felt like he would never stop cumming. I heard him scream, 'Oh sweetheart, I'm cu...ummm...ing. Take this cum! Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh! His hot juice ran down my legs to my knees and pooled up on the carpet. I couldn't control myself and came once again. My body tightened up so hard it felt like I was squeezing all my pain and stress out of my pussy. I must have came for 3 minutes on Leo's rock hard dick.
I guess seeing all of this was too much for Tony, hearing me cum so hard made him release that juice from his balls into my mouth. First, I felt his balls start to jump in my hands, then his dick got super hard and the veins started to pop out all over. I didn't back off, I kept sucking that dick with gusto. Tony was moaning so loudly 'Ummm...ohhh!...this is the best blowjob I have ever had!' Then, all of a sudden, POW! I knew he was going to have a lot of juice, but I did not expect what I got.
The first load completely filled my mouth with cum, and I swallowed every drop. The second and third loads were nearly as healthy, causing my cheeks to puff out. I drank it all down. And I kept sucking, getting every drop from Tony's balls, for 5 minutes I kept sucking until his dick started to deflate and I kept sucking after that, squeezing his dick in my hand and sucking on the head like I was drinking a milkshake through a straw. I only stopped when Tony said, 'Enough! Please stop sucking my dick, I can't take it any more baby. You win!'
"I looked up just in time to see both Carlo and Kenny standing beside me jacking off. I laid my head on Tony's still huge dick, opened my mouth to catch my breath and just closed my eyes, listening to the nasty sounds of those two men stroking off. Soon, both men started to shoot their sizzling hot cum right in my mouth.
I had enough for one day, so I tried to close it, but Tony saw this and put his hand tightly around my throat and barked 'Open up!' I open wide and swallowed what had to be a champagne glass of cum. I was so full that I felt like I just ate a full course meal. Well, they say that eating semen has a lot of health benefits!
"I was exhausted. I laid on the bed and fell asleep dead to the world for an hour. I only woke up when I heard a loud knock at the door. The room was empty except for my stuff. I got up, put on a robe, and at the door was a hotel clerk.
"The gentleman that was in this room left this for you Ma'am."
"'He is no gentleman', I said under my breath. 'Thank you very much.' The clerk had a big smile on his face as I closed the door. What's wrong with him? As I turned around, I saw what he was cheesing about. There were cum stains all over the furniture and walls and carpet and bed; my stained panties were laying on the table and the room smelled like hot pussy and balls. I reached up to rub my cheek and felt dried cum all over my face. I ran to the mirror and saw that I was covered in dried up sperm. 'I wonder what that clerk was thinking? Not gonna worry about him; what is in this package from Tony?'
"As I opened it up, I was thinking a lot. 'I am so glad that is over. I will never meet anyone again in person from a dating site. I can't do anything about what happened here tonight, it's over, it's done. I just want to forget about that asshole and go on with my life. As a matter of fact, I should press charges.' It was then that I broke down crying, feeling ashamed for enjoying it all so much. Well at least I didn't get hurt, and I will never have to see any of those men again. At least, that's what I thought.
"The contents of the package changed all of that. There was a dvd, a letter, and a cell phone. I read the letter, it said, 'Zora, so nice to finally meet you today. I am glad you enjoyed my little surprise for you. You are the hottest little freak I have ever known. Looking forward to many more adventures with you.'
"'Yeah right, that will be a cold day in hell,' I thought. I read on, 'In case you are having second thoughts or anything like that, I have made a dvd of all of our sexy fun. Those bags all over the rooms contained cameras that were filming you from many different angles. You did some nasty things tonight with us baby, and unless you want this dvd to get leaked to your friends, family and co-workers, you will be available for my beck and call. I'm certain your fiancée would have a big interest in what happened here tonight. I don't want to be a home wrecker; go on with your life, get married, be in love. Just remember, we will always have a secret and your body will always be my playground. I left you a cell phone; it is my hotline to you. When I call, you better answer, and when I am ready for the next sex party, you better be ready.'
"I couldn't believe what I just read. I was in shock. 'What have I done? I am a sex slave. What can I do?' Right now, the best thing will be to just keep my mouth shut and hope he doesn't contact me."
Dick closed his ledger, adjusted his glasses, and began to speak to Zora.
"Sweetheart that was one of the most intense stories I have ever heard. I don't advocate secrets in relationships, so we are going to figure out some way for you to tell your man about this. It may take us some time, so I recommend that you come back next Saturday night, around 8, and I will give you 2 hours for the price of one. Ok?"
"Ok, you're the doctor. I don't want to lose this wonderful man that loves me very much. If you can help me tell him without losing him, I will be very thankful. I will be back on Saturday."
Zora got dressed and paid Dr Frezee for this session and left. She couldn't believe how much she opened up in there! She felt so much better for it. And soo hot! When she got home, she was going to break her man's back! As she was walking by Dick's window, she glanced at the curtain and noticed it was slightly open. She peeked in, and saw him jacking off on the same couch she had been laying on!
"Oh well. I can't blame him after hearing my story."
His dick was huge, and he only stroked it a few times before it started shooting a river of cum from the head. It shot high in the air and a huge load landed on a cell phone, the rest all over the couch. When Zora got to her car she got her keys out, checked her purse, and discovered she was missing something- her cell phone!
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Zoraya entered the party not knowing anyone. She had an invitation but didn't know who sent it to her. Her curly red hair hung down to her butt, beautifully, her green dress clung to her every curve. She wasn't nervous, not really. She continued to move about the crowd. Then she noticed him. The tall, statuesque, god like creature, with his blonde hair, a little longer then normal, and his piercing blue eyes. He glanced her way, and then caught her gaze. He smiled, and Zoraya's breath caught in her chest.
He edged closer to where Zoraya was. He was next to her and handed her a glass of champagne. She took it and lightly brushed his hand. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She always loved his smile.
Her face radiant. Her eyes longing, searching, warm, inviting...Sergei's thoughts were racing. He had to control his urges. He looked into her brown eyes, staring into his, deeply. He felt his pants tighten a bit in the front. He was getting an erection as he kept staring into this enchantress. He thought of himself being under a spell, captivated by her presence, her charm, her eyes.
It had been sixteen long years since they last saw each other. Zoraya forced to go back to the states, Sergei defecting, they had lost each other. Now she was here before him. That day in the barn, him becoming a man, she losing her innocense. He vowed he would love her forever. He thought of her always even with his brief marriage, when that ended, the first woman he thought of was Zoraya, his light, his love.
"It's been a really long time, Zoraya. How are you?" Sergei asked her staring into her eyes.
"I've been ok, Sergei. I've missed Russia a great deal, not really knowing how much so until I saw you?" Her eyes tearful.
"I've missed you, Zo...really missed you." Sergei wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Taking in her sweet aroma.
"Sergei, my love, I've missed you too." Zoraya was crying.
"Let's go outside." Sergei said as he held her hand leading her out of the crowded party and outside.
The night was beautiful. The stars shining brightly and the moon over looked them. Caught in the magic of the night, Sergei swept Zoraya in his arms and kissed her deeply. Her body clinging to his as the kiss, so passionate, continued.
Moments passed before the two spoke. They just looked at each other. Tears welling up in Zoraya's eyes. She loved him, truly loved him, all these years.
Sergei and Zoraya talked and talked, catching up on each other's lives.
Sergei found that Zoraya had been married for nine years, divorced now and has a daughter.
The hours passed and Sergei asked if Zoraya would like to come back to his place.
Zoraya accompanied Sergei back to his place.
"Would you like a drink, Zo?" Sergei asked.
"Yes, Sergei, I would..a vodka and squirt if you have it." She smiled.
"One vodka and squirt coming up." Sergei dashed out of the room and made the drink.
"Here you go, Zo."
Zoraya loved when he called her Zo. It made her feel like that young girl again.
Sergei sat next to Zoraya on the couch in the big livingroom, the fireplace going, the light, dim.
He put his arm around her and brought her closer to him. Zoraya looking into his eyes once again, lost in a sea of passion, lust, love. They kissed.
Sergei started undoing Zoraya's dress. She wasn't stopping him. She wanted this to happen, also. The dress had fallen to the floor and Sergei was mesmerized at how beautiful Zoraya was. He took a deep breath as he began lightly caressing her body. Her breasts were perfect, pink nipples, erect, and eager to be touched, sucked on. He thumbed each one and then licked and sucked them and hearing Zoraya moan made his heart race. He moved down her body with his tongue. Zoraya's body moving with his licks, his sucks, his tiny bites. Her legs were slighty apart and Sergei gently moved his hand between Zoraya's thighs. Her panties were wet and this turned Sergei on more so than anything. She really wanted him, he thought to himself.
He kissed her stomach as he fingered her through her panties. Zoraya moaning more and telling Sergei yes or more. He slid his fingers inside her panties and felt her wetness, the sweet aroma. He wanted to taste her. He pulled her panties down, found her swollen clit and licked it, round circular motions. Zoraya gasped with this and spread her legs more, placed a hand on his head, begging him not to stop. Sergei continued licking her clit and sucking on her lips, tasting her sweet nectar. Zoraya was dripping wet and she tasted so good. He slid a finger inside her. She was so hot and he felt her throbbing.
Sergei's cock was hard and Zoraya could feel it against her leg. She wanted to touch him, to lick him, to suck him. She sat up. "Sergei, I want to have your cock in my mouth now."
Sergei looked up and saw her sitting there, licking her lips. He sat up and undid his pants, took off his briefs, and saw Zoraya's eyes get really big.
Zoraya hadn't seen him in so long. She was amazed at how well he grew, in all the right places. He was uncut and very well endowed. She thought to herself, how the heck am I going to deep throat that.
Zoraya moved before him and was on her knees. She took what she could of him deep inside her, gagging a bit. He was big and she loved it and tried to please him. She sucked and sucked, stopping only to lick and suck his balls and then back to his cock. He didn't want to cum so he asked Zoraya to stop. She did.
He grabbed her and placed her on the floor. Spreading her legs, kissing her, pressing his body against hers. She felt his weight, his throbbing. He entered her slowly and gently. Zoraya gave out a cry. Sergei was in and Zoraya was tight. He didn't want to hurt her but she asked him to keep going.
Her body moved with his. Sergei knew Zoraya was into this and he thrust harder. She clung to him, asking, "Fuck me Sergei, please."
To hear her talk like this sent a surge through Sergei. He rammed her harder and faster. Zoraya screaming yes, made him go even more.
Zoraya reached down and rubbed her clit. Sergei liked the woman she had become. So lustful, so wanting. He fucked her and sucked on her breasts. Every so often sitting up a bit to look at her touching herself as he was deep inside her.
"Sergei, rub my clit for me. I want to feel you do it, please, make me cum."
Sergei rubbed her and Zoraya moaned so loud.
He thrust deep inside her and she squirted her warm juices all over his cock.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Sergei." She pleaded.
Sergei was about to cum and he pulled out and her mouth was ready for him as he ejaculated and she swallowed.
Exhausted, he lay down beside her. Zoraya still breathing heavy, whispered how much she still loved him. He leanded on his side with his arm over her and asked her to marry him.
Sergei didn't have a ring, however, laying on the coffee table were a box of cigars, he removed one of the paper rings and placed it on Zoraya's finger.
Zoraya in tears, thought it was the most precious proposal. Sergei brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Sergei was hard again and Zoraya wanted him.
Zoraya eased her way down Sergei's body with her tongue, kissing and licking him. She took his cock in her mouth once again. She loved the way he smelled, the way he tasted. She sucked a bit and was getting really turned on by his moaning.
Zoraya stopped. Looking up at Sergei she asked, "could we do anal?"
Sergei kind of looked stunned. He never had a woman ask to do anal. He had a big cock, thick. "Yes, we could, but Zo, I don't want to hurt you."
"So get some lube." She winked.
Sergei left the room and returned with lube. Zoraya poured the lube on Sergei's cock. It was dripping down to his balls. She loved the way that looked.
Zoraya staring into Sergei's eyes, asked him to spread her ass. He did so and she eased his cock in. First, the head and worked that a little, then his cock slid in more and more until he was fully in her. It hurt but Zoraya wasn't going to tell him that. She looked at him and rode his cock.
Zoraya was wet and raging with a fire Sergei had never seen before in any woman. He met her thrusts and heard her moans. This woman loved anal and after a while her pain ceased and passion took over.
Her ass was tight around his cock. He would explode at any time. He reached down and found her clit, it wasn't a hard task, her clit was swollen and she was wet. He rubbed her while fucking her ass.
"Sergei" Zoraya screamed as a big wave of orgasmic fluid escaped her pussy.
Her ass had tightened even more as she came. He was drenched in her cum and her ass so tight, he burst inside it.
He held her close to him, listening to her breathing. She was exhausted. Her heart beating fast. Unable to talk, she just laid against his chest, listening to him, falling asleep.
After a while, Sergei carried Zoraya to his bed. She was fast asleep. He stared at his beautiful Zo for a long time and then he too, fell asleep.
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Zoraya was beautifully built. She stood 5'2 with voluptuous breasts and a heart shaped ass. She was physically fit and took pride in how she looked overall. Her long reddish brown hair, and tempting light brown eyes just added to her beauty.
Zoraya had a man in her life, a hockey player, who loved and adored her but was gone most of the time. This didn't bother Zoraya. Her lover was only a phone call away and when he got home the sex was like nothing she had ever experienced before. However, she did get lonely from time to time but that was ok. Her lover was worth her fidelity. However, she was bi and he knew this and he accepted it and told Zoraya to have fun with the girls while he was away but to call him and let him know the details. Zoraya would.
Zoraya met Tamara at a club. The dark haired, green eyed beauty was statuesque. Zoraya was most impressed with Tamara from the start. The two seemed to have alot in common, including the fact that they were both bisexual. Zoraya explained to Tamara that her lover was expected back tomorrow and she wanted to surprise him in a good way. Tamara was smiling and let her thoughts be known.
"Have you thought of maybe having a threesome with him?" Tamara asked.
Zoraya smiling, replied, "I have not only thought it but dreamt about it. I mean what to do and stuff but I have this great idea."
Zoraya continued discussing her idea with Tamara.
"Ok, so you're alright with it?" Zoraya asked Tamara.
"Oh yes I'm ok with it and then some, sweetness. Tomorrow night then?" Tamara half replied, half asked.
"Yes. Great, this will be so much fun." Zoraya was elated.
Zoraya's lover arrived. He looked so wonderful. She hugged and kissed him alot during the first hour he arrived. She noticed he was hard.
"Would you like me to suck your cock?" She asked.
He gave her this look with a smirk and thought, "like I'm going to say no to those lips and that mouth." He laughed to himself.
He unzipped his jeans and exposed his cock. Zoraya quickly got on her knees and went to work. She loved sucking his cock. Loved the taste of his cum and she desperately wanted to taste him. Sucking, then licking, then teasing the tip of his cock, she worked him over. Cupping his balls and then sucking on them too. He enjoyed the blowjob he was getting and placed his hand on her head and helped her with her task. She took his hardness deep within her mouth. It tickled but she continued. She was getting wet from sucking him off. She worked faster now as she felt his cock throb in her mouth and he was moaning and then all too suddenly, he shot his liquid into her mouth and down her throat. Licking her lips, she looked up at him and smiled.
"That was just the beginning of a great evening ahead." She got up and made a phone call.
"So what did you do all the time I was on the road?" He asked.
"I met a woman named Tamara and she and I have become quite good friends." Zoraya replied.
"Oh yeah? How good of friends are we talking here?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her and nestled his face in her hair.
"Mmmmmmmm, well my love...." She didn't finish. Instead she walked away down the hall to the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" He asked, then followed.
Zoraya motioned her lover over to the bed. He moved to her side. She asked him to undress and he did that too. She then asked him to lay down and so he did. Zoraya handcuffed her lover to the bed, making sure he is secured, she begins kissing his lips, gently nibbling on the bottom one. Zoraya works her way down to his nipples, sucking on each one, he moans a little. She continues even farther down his body and kisses his right thigh, noticing that he is hard again.
Zoraya gently bites his inner thigh, moving across his shaft, lightly touching him there, she comes to the inner left thigh and begins kissing, sucking, and nibbling. His shaft is throbbing and pre cum is dripping down his hardness.
Zoraya sees this and licks his shaft from the tip of his head to the bottom. She then starts to suck on his balls, going further down, she licks where he is most sensitive and grasps his shaft with a free hand and begins stroking him.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and in walks Tamara dressed in a corset and a garter but no panties. Tamara eyes both of them on the bed and smiles. Zoraya's lover, handcuffed and hard, smiles.
Tamara sits on the bed by Zoraya and removes Zoraya's clothing. Tamara then sucks on Zoraya's breasts, in turns, while fingering her wet pussy. Zoraya's lover lays back and Zoraya continues sucking his cock.
"Zoraya, I want to see you go down on her, please, I want it." He begged her. "Show me how you please a woman, let me see you lick and suck her, please, I'm so hard for it, show me."
Zoraya didn't waste any time as she laid Tamara down and sucked on her nipples and worked her clit with he finger and her thumb. Tamara was moaning. Zoraya then kissed Tamara and then moved her tongue down Tamara's body, feeling Tamara shiver beneath her, Zoraya found Tamara's mound and caressed her there with her tongue. Feeling how Tamara was reacting, Zoraya inserted a couple of fingers within Tamara's wet, wanting pussy. Tamara was moaning and arching her back, she wanted more Zoraya thought.
Zoraya looked over at her lover and decided to undo the cuffs. He was free and she wanted him to fuck Tamara.
Zoraya's lover sat up on the bed, his back resting on the headboard. Zoraya guided Tamara to where she wanted her, on his cock. Tamara facing away from Zoraya's lover, eased onto his cock. Leaning back, he spread her legs apart and fucked her and Zoraya was beaming as she licked Tamara's swollen clit while her lover continued fucking Tamara. Zoraya continued licking until Tamara couldn't take it anymore and came.
Zoraya took her lover in her mouth and sucked him off. He exploded in her mouth.
Zoraya was on all fours and Tamara came from behind licking Zoraya's ass then her pussy. Tamara was wearing a strapon. She looked over at Zoraya's lover and asked, "Do you want me to fuck her good?"
He answered, "Yeah, fuck my baby good."
With that Tamara inserted the dildo deep inside Zoraya.
"You're pussy is so wet, it wants Tamara to fuck it. And fuck it I shall. You are so hot, scream for me." Tamara slapped Zoraya's ass.
Zoraya screamed, "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard."
Tamara did. Slapping Zoraya's ass, pulling her hair, fucking her wet pussy, while Zoraya's lover watched. He was getting another erection and wanted to burry deep within Zoraya.
Tamara, seeing that he was getting hard, eased up and let him take over. He thrust into Zoraya with such a force, that she screamed and threw her head back. He pulled her hair while pumping her from behind. He never seen her act like this but he loved it. She was wild and horny and he was going to fuck her until her knees buckled.
He worked Zoraya's clit. He fingered her ass. He spanked her. He yanked her hair.
"You like this, don't you Zoraya?" He asked, still pumping his cock inside her.
Zoraya, wet, juices flowing, dripping down her thighs, replies to her lover, "Yes I love being fucked like this but only by you. I am yours. I want you to fuck me hard, rough, tonight I am your untamed lover. Tame me. Make me scream."
Tamara watched them, rubbing herself. Zoraya's lover saw this and he loved being watched while fucking his girlfriend. It added passion and excitement.
He inserted his cock into his Zoraya's ass. It was tight but he took it easy at first, listening to Zoraya moaning.
"Fuck my ass, ram it hard." Zoraya screamed.
He did. She met his pumps. He reached one of his hands around and rubbed her clit. It was swollen and so moist. Zoraya was so hot, so wet. He fucked her ass and was about to cum. He felt her ass tighten up as she screamed his name and her cum squirted from her pussy. He came inside her ass. He couldn't believe she squirted. To him, it was the coolest thing. It was amazing. He reached around and held her, telling her he loved her like no other. Zoraya kissed him deeply. Then reached up and kissed Tamara.
Zoraya lay on the bed, exhausted, Tamara on one side of her, and her lover on the other. They all fell asleep.
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They talk a lot about the blackness of outer space. Yet, you only realize how black it is, when you open your eyes during a dark Earth night. What you notice is that the absence of light appears as a dark gray with a lot of colorful squiggles running across your vision. You open and close your eyes. And, you can't tell the difference. So, like with your eyes closed, the lack of optic nerve stimulation lets you see black. The lack of light stimulation lets your mind paint colorful shapes and dots on your vision. Only, when you consciously realize that darkness appears not as black to us, do you realize how marvelous it is to look out of a spaceship into the true and unadulterated black. You see black for the very first time.
Outside the window was the bright white space station approaching. The sunlight and radiation were unfiltered by Earth's atmosphere out here. The toned windows protected from hazardous UV radiation. Still the space station was sparklingly white and well defined. It was a cube, which had been tossed up into the air to hover around Titan, Saturn's largest moon. Its edges were unaligned to anything like the movie of a dice freeze framed, as the dice flew across the gambling table. There were two round docking mounds for space ships to attach.
There were two docking mounds, because the space station was a transfer station. Passengers would arrive by conventional space ship. They would be screened for travel to Titan. Then, they would transfer to an inversely propelled space ship. The atmosphere of Titan is filled with Methane. In order to ignite the Methane, one has to carry oxygen as fuel. On earth, we are trained to think of gasoline and the like as fuel, because oxygen is plentiful around. On Titan, methane is plentiful around. Oxygen is the rare partner for the chemical explosion that propels. Thus, a specially designed spaceship with oxygen as fuel has to descend through Titan's atmosphere to the base station.
Riley was the sole passenger on the small shuttle looking out of the window. Her blonde hair with a dash of dirt color was floating in the air. Without gravity, the hair had unfolded into a large bush. The air softly curled her straight hair. Movements rippled through her hair as coral plants wave under water with the current. In her youthful excitement about her first space travel, she had forgotten to consider her dress. She was wearing a white knee long skirt with soft round folds like a tennis player. She had pulled all the excess fabric of the skirt into one spot, wrapped it around the right thigh, and stuffed in between her legs. That way, she could squeeze her knees together and pin the extra fabric in place. Otherwise, the skirt would float open flashing the tall, trim black pilot, who fumbled over the controls for final approach.
Riley's mind was beautifully empty. She had graduated from high school a day earlier. So, all the thoughts about homework, tests, and academic subjects were tossed from her mind like a wilted bouquet of flowers that no longer served its purpose. Freeing her mind of friends and places that she left behind, she as able to be in the moment. She took in the sights of the space shuttle, space, and space station.
Most of all, her sensual awareness was particularly acute of the clothes that she was wearing. The white skirt was of soft combed cotton like quality. The skirt was brand new and had the sensation of crispness. The panties under the dress had bright pink rubber keeping it in place. The rubber ends around her thighs and the one around her belly made her conscious of her pelvis, butt, and toto. Even with her eyes fastened on the approaching space station, she vividly remembered the tiny pink bows fastened to her panties. The backside of her panties ran narrowly covering only a little wider than her ass crack. She was acutely aware of her ass in those new panties, as she had tossed out the old, worn, and comfortable ones to start her new life.
Her top was covered by a dark green t-shirt that said: "I am kind of a big deal." The bottom of the t-shirt kept creeping up on her belly. Her white belly was a mix of baby fat and Pilates workouts. The pilot had been careful to sneak an eye on it every once in a while. He had caught a glimpse as high as her naval button. Glittery jewelry that looked a tiara was hanging from it. Every time, she caught herself showing a slit of her belly, she'd quickly pull the t-shirt down and into her skirt. She'd check the face of the pilot looking away into space, always suspecting that he had glimpsed her a second earlier.
The bra under her shirt was like her panties rimmed by a pink line. The white fabric was dotted with small printed birds. Their color was alternating between light and dark pink. The bra pressed her breast into two bouncy round shapes.
Her look was finished by the black high heels with thin straps that ran across her naked foot. Her juice toes rested at the front of the shoes. The soles were a couple inches above the ground as gravity didn't press them down. The insides arches of her feet curved up wonderfully from the sole. Otherwise, the shoes stuck slightly to her feet, because the soles were smooth and her foot a bit moist. The high heels seemed utterly unpractical in the weightless environment.
She looked forward to meeting her parents at the research station. As little as the pay of academic workers was, they were unable to pay for her college. As spit poor as she was, she could not afford her own house and had to move in with her parents. The jobs on the research station were very limited. She was glad to be accepted as a lab assistant. Being a lab assistant would mean that she would carry out all the experiments that the scientists were too afraid to carry out themselves. Biological contamination was the main concern. So, she was at the bottom rung of jobs that considered the worker disposable. Still, having her first job out of college was exciting.
"Come dung, Miss. We buck up da space station," said the pilot with Jamaican accent. The spaceship vibrated as the safety screws drilled itself into the space station port. Riley's hair had tiny ripples running through her hair until the vibrations stopped. The pilot climbed out of his forward facing seat. He paused for a second. He got a good look of Riley's appearance. She looked had the pep of a cheerleader that had gone lazy on the coach for a couple months. Then, he unlocked the storage bin and handed the luggage to her. The luggage was a carry on trolley with Hello Kitty printed on it. The wheels were useful on earth. Here the carry on floated in the air on its own.
"Star, I do not have permission to board the space station. Only employees of the Umbrella Corporation are allowed to enter. You best put the luggage in front of you, misses, and hold onto it well," said the pilot. He reached with one hand each onto a metal grip in the floor. With a turn, he pulled a round metal plate out that was the size of a large manhole. Beyond the manhole was a large empty metal hold. The space stations sole purpose was to process traffic going in and out of Titan. As such, it had only minimal furnishings. Large windows provided an impressive experience of being out in space. The sign of the Umbrella Corporation was painted largely onto the walls.
Riley unclipped the seat belt that had kept her firmly in her seat. It was the last time that she would feel true leather. The research station on Titan conducted biological DNA experiments. Introducing any organic substances as innocuous as a leather arm band could pose a big risk. If the DNA of the dead cow or pig would get airborne, it could mix with experimental viral DNA to create dangerous unknown experiment outcomes. She touched the white painted leather seat one last time with her hand as she gently pushed herself off to float towards the luggage and the pilot.
The pilot held her shoulder to steady her. She held the top strap of her carry on. She crunched her abdominals to make a quarter turn down towards the manhole opening. Yet, without gravity as a partner, her legs moved up instead of her torso down. She waved with her free hand, as if she were gripping into thin air. Only her hand moved through the air. The pilot's dark hands grabbed her white wrist respectfully and placed it on the edge of the manhole opening. "Cool runnings," said the pilot with a big grin of his white teeth.
With her luggage in front of her face, she pulled herself towards the manhole. Her body didn't turn straight like the drag of water would have done underwater. So, her torso went through the manhole, yet her legs bumped against the wall. The bump had her impulsively react. She forgot for a moment to keep her knees clutched together. The skirt immediately floated out to put itself into the most comfortable position for the fabric. The fabric spread out like a wide lamp shade.
She rapidly pushed the front of the skirt against the front of her thighs. Yet, she could not control her backside. She knew that the pilot was looking at her sexy black high heels and the pink brimmed underwear covering her firm round ass. She blushed. She felt helpless. Her mind stopped working. She only had two hands. One had to keep her luggage from getting lost in the huge inside hall of the space station. The other kept the skirt down enough to avoid her showing the panties completely. The Jamaican pilot called out 'yaga, yaga' behind her.
The inside of the space station was a large cube. The only thing in the space station was in the middle of the opposite wall. It was a large desk attached to the wall with two large round metal poles. Behind the desk were two security officers sitting in chairs. They were strapped to the chair to resemble authority sitting behind a powerful desk. They looked similar like brothers. They were large framed man in a suit like uniform. Their faces were dark from an unidentifiable ethnicity. Their noses looked like they had been bashed in with a former fight, because they were flat. Creases ran across their fatty faces that were either from smoking or another bad habit. They looked like bullies, pigs in space.
They tossed her a rope with a ball. The ball was the weight that pulled her rope. The rope was rock climbing rope with the braids visible and cheerfully bright colors. A carabiner was there for Riley to clip her luggage in. Next Riley took the time to make herself a bit less of a mess. She pinned the rope and ball under her arm pit. With her hands free, she gathered her skirt again and pinned it between her knees. She pulled down her t-shirt and tucked it into her skirt. If only she had a rubber band for her hair, which was floating around wildly. Thus, poised, she waited for the winch to pull her to the table with the security guards.
Once in front the desk with the towering authority behind it, she saw the little rubber booties. There were two metal rods protruding under the table. At the end of them were two rubber flaps. They looked like water skiing booties. They were meant for travelers to put their feet in them. That way, they would be fastened in place in that free floating weightless environment.
The desk had two cages with metal mesh. The metal mesh would keep the travel items from flying away during inspection. She put her carry on into one cage. She took of her black strappy leather high heels and put them in. The guards were unabashedly watching her feet, as she took of the high heels. They looked up her beautiful shins with the youthfully soft skin. They didn't say anything. They were twice or thrice the size of her. She slipped her feet into the rubber booties.
The rubber booties were a few inches apart. Thus, she could no longer pin her skirt with her knees. She used one hand to push the skirt down her crotch. She felt her backside skirt lifting into the air. She felt the air-conditioned air floating over her back thighs and butt. Luckily, she was the only passenger and nobody was standing behind her in line. She smiled to make up her clumsiness and inexperience with zero gravity.
"What is your name?"
"Riley Hope"
"What is your job?"
"Research lab assistant."
"What is the length of your contract?"
"12 months."
"Honey Pot is a top security biological research facility. No electronics are allowed, because they could be used to transmit secrets out. No biologics are allowed, because they could contaminate the biological research. Biologics are any animal or plant substances. They include clothes made from cotton and other natural fibers. Do we have your permission to search your luggage?"
"Yes, of course."
"Now is the last time to confess any accidental violations."
"I believe that everything should be inorganic. And, there should not be any electronics."
The right cop moved for the first time to adjust the cap on his hat. The left cop leaned forward to open his side of the metal cage. He reached in. He looked at the Hello Kitty print for a moment and then smiled silently at Riley. He opened the carry on and undid the straps that kept the contents in place. The contents of her luggage floated out and formed a cloud inside of the metal cage. The left cop took out the empty luggage frame. He carefully looked for hidden compartments. Then, he handed the empty luggage shell over to his partner, who placed it into the other luggage cage.
Even the space station cube was temperature controlled at a perfect 72 degrees Fahrenheit, the place felt cold and devoid of life. The dots of planets and stars shimmering through the large windows seemed distant. The cops emotionless faces made Riley wait uncomfortably for everything to process. Her mind escaped to thoughts of meeting her parents in an hour or so. Her fantasy painted out possibilities of life on a research station and slugging long hours in research labs filled with beakers and instruments.
The cop fished a book "As I Lay Dying" by William Faulkner, a book from 1930 famous for its stream of consciousness writing. His eyes narrowed a bit at the suspicion of paper. He pulled a hand scanner out of a desk drawer. The hand scanner shined neon blue light in a straight line onto the book. The cop moved the scanner beam across the book and a few pages. The book was made entirely out of inorganic imitation paper. The book passed over to the other cop and landed in the empty carry-on.
A warm blush chased over Riley's face at the thought of the cop inspecting every luggage item, including her unmentionables. The cop took great interest in her t-shirts. He'd stretch the fabric taught, so that he could read the smart quips and drawings on the t-shirt like "Zombies hate fast food" with zombies chasing a runner. Then, he'd turn over the t-shirt to inspect the insight. The second cop would carelessly toss the t-shirt into the carry-on and pin it down with his large brawn.
Finally, only her bras and panties were floating in the metal cage as little balls with strings floating out. The cop had left the dessert for last. When Riley saw the large fatty hand harshly grabbing her tiny soft panties without care for his hand touching the white hygiene fabric on the inside, she realized that those large and strong hands may crush her pussy, if the guy would fondle her. Riley realized that those male security guards spent months alone on the space station waiting for an occasional traveler. She realized their male needs. She realized that she was the juicy young prey that would fill their minds for weeks until the next passenger would fumble through the gate.
Riley realized that probably behind a wall panel was their night cot and bathroom. It was probably filthy and ignored for weeks or months by any cleaning utensil. Nobody would make these guy clean. They might not have showered for a week. They might have cum on their hands from wanking to porn. They might have simply thrown the impressive and starched uniforms over that filth. Those eyes and hands were handling her panty, probably imagining the kind of pussy she owned. Riley moved her free arm across her breasts to keep them out of their sight. Thus, clutching her skirt and breast, she might have turned them on even more.
"Ms. Hope, we have concluded your luggage inspection. A memo this morning has raised the security level due to an anonymous tip about a suspected smuggler. You have to strip down to your underwear to proof that you are not hiding anything. Unfortunately, we do not have a female inspector."
Riley's hands were shaking. In her mind, there was no way around submitting to the Umbrella Corporation protocols. Seeing her parents and her future depended upon passing through the rigors of space travel and top security protocol. She pulled the t-shirt over her head. She pulled the skirt over her head as well to avoid stepping out of the rubber booties. The narrow width of her skirt pushed her boobs up, as she passed the skirt over her head. She stood there almost naked in her underwear in front of the meat head cops.
They told her to turn around. She obeyed. She looked out into outer space. An antenna reached from the space station out into space. She'd be happy to be out there. She could feel in her neck, the cops looking over her back and bulbous butt. They enjoyed her pretty girly underwear. They invisibly to her nodded and confirmed her inspection to be complete. They pointed her at a man hole behind the desk.
Riley took her time to deliberately dress herself. She did not want to make a mistake in the rush of her embarrassment. Her black high heels were back on her feet as her body floated again in the air. Her knees pinned her white skirt again. Her luggage was again leading the way. She pulled herself along the metal rods of the rubber booties towards the desk. Seeing under the desk, she saw that the cops were not wearing shoes. They were barefoot in their haste to get ready for her. She clawed her way across the cages on the desk to the manhole next to the cops.
The new space ship was a simple pod. A circular bench covered the round room. A round railing in the center allowed people to hold on. She snapped her seat belt tight. Gravity would soon return and she wanted to be on the right side of things instead of crashing down on the floor. The pod loosened itself from the space station. It fell straight down to the surface of Titan with little guidance.
The glass floor showed the research station. It was situated in a deep crater. In the center was a tall research tower. Two streets ran in opposite directions out from the tower. Alongside the suburban looking streets were houses with little lawns. At the end of the streets was a green half circle. Those were community parts. Beyond the little green, everything was barren yellow brown dirt desert.
A thin walking path let across the desert up the crater wall. Near the steep section of the crater, it switched back numerous times. At the top was a small low lying control station. The entire crater was filled with breathable oxygen. To avoid the heavier methane from pushing out the oxygen, meteorologist had devised a capped weather inversion. It worked kind of like swiftly turning a water bottle over. The water won't run out as long as the inversed water surface is completely even. Or, if the bottle is pierced, the water will come gushing out.
The control station's main purpose was to pierce the precariously balanced layer, where the methane and oxygen meet. It would do so in case of a biological emergency. With the oxygen and methane mixed, the tiniest spark would explode the entire crater. Thus, any bio matter would be destroyed and humanity would be safe again minus the few research scientists and whatever virus or monster that they may have created.
Due to the methane-oxygen layer, the research tower extended high above the crater into the methane layer. The space pod would not be able to operate in the oxygen bubble.
Gravity returned onto Riley's body. Her long blonde hair with dirt strain settled on her shoulders first. It was smooth, thick, and moist from hair product. Her exhausted shaking knees could finally relax as the skirt rested on her lap on its own. When the back thrusters slowed the descent, her boobs and cheeks dipped much lower than she wanted. She struggled to keep her head up. Her feet got over firmly planted into her black high heels. Her carry-on snapped the luggage hatch open, which she had not properly logged. It made a lot startling bang.
With gravity back, her clothes had settled slightly uncomfortable. Riley's head turned into every direction to ascertain that she was alone with any windows to the cockpit or welcome committee staring into the pod. She reached her hand under her skirt. She pulled the panties in place. She reached under her shirt to push the side boob fully into the wireframe of her bra.
The door swung open not one moment too soon. She unclipped her seat belt and got up. She felt like a sharp business woman out of a commercial, because she was space flying like big shots. Her black high heels made their click clack sound on the floor, as she pulled the carry on behind her. Her gait was directed and she placed one foot in front of the next in a thin line. She made it half way to the elevator, when it sunk in that nobody was here to welcome her. The top floor had glass windows all around. She saw the crater opening behind her and the endless yellow born desert stretching out into the distance. The research station was the only settlement on Titan.
The elevator call button light turned off. The door opened. An unglamorous elevator opened. The floor was a cheap thin worn carpet. The walls were supposed to look like wood panels. Yet, the wood printed stickers were peeling at the edges. And, the wood prints were pixilated, if one looked closely. Underneath was the wood printed stickers were the steel frame of the express elevator. There were only two buttons: top and bottom. Riley was tossed an inch into the air as the elevator speed down. A strong downward force had Riley struggling to stay on her feet, when the elevator stopped. She made little side steps with her black high heels to recover her balance.
"Who are you?" said a little five foot stomper of a young woman, while questioningly looking at Riley. The girl's hair went to the middle of her back. It was blonde, straw like, and thin. Her dress was a simple white lab coat with her shins showing naked beneath. It suggested that she was wearing a skirt. Her feet were clad with thick red flat shoes.
"I am Riley, a new lab assistant. Nice to meet you."
"I am Deedee. Did you bring any make up?"
Deedee had a bright red lip stick on her lips. The eye shadow was clearly blue. The eyes were lined with mascara. She clearly liked to show her makeup. She looked expectantly.
"Darn, if I had thought a little more, I'd have realized how nice it would be to bring something from off world. Oh, I only have a frugal allowance to cover my one year contract."
Riley tried to apologize with her face. Deedee rolled her eyes and walked off. Deedee's pony tail waved good bye. Riley looked for the building exit. The window in the door was deeply blue tinted to protect from the bright sun and the unsightly look of the yellow brown dirt. She flipped her oversized black glasses on her nose and stepped bravely forward to claim the new world.
The little suburban building of her parents with the tiny lawn up front stood on the quiet street without any traffic. Obviously, the place was surprisingly empty and devoid of personnel. Subtly, the place appeared eerie due to the lack of common sounds from birds chirping and squirrels chasing across branches. Of course, no life forms were imported, except for a few highly screened plant species. People tended to go bunkers without plants in the desolation of space.
The simple standard issue entrance door was open. A little wind chime above the door charmed the place. A simple living room with a couch, coffee table, and TV made the living room. All was standard issue material. The square pattern on the couch was supposed to make things lively. Yet, it was evident that the designer felt lifeless about following the sterile orders for making a universally pleasing conservative couch. Her parents were out. Being the scientists they were, they probably forgot in the passion of an experiment. Or, a multi-day experiment kept them sleeping in the lab.
Riley plopped down on the couch. She needed to relax from the whole experience in the quiet and peace of privacy. She looked around the room at the standard issue paintings of great artists. People never buy stereotypical great art. They buy art pieces that have something special about them, not simply the stereotype of being great. All hotels and other corporate designed rooms are full of them.
A dog walked out of the kitchen towards Riley. The dog was about two feet high at the front shoulders. The coat was extremely smooth, short hair. Two brown blotches and a small brown spot stood out on the white fur. The brown was almost orange. The thing happily jogged towards Riley with a goofy face. The body was rather skinny, yet strong.
Riley recognized that this was not a dog. It was a vacuum cleaner. Her mother had told her about the bio science experiment. They had built a vacuum cleaner that looked and moved like a dog. The dog like vacuum would move around the house all day and lap up dirt with its tongue. The friendly pet appearance was supposed to woo consumers to avoid the plastic vacuums.
It was an experiment in bio-engineering. They had taken some dog DNA and computed vacuum cleaner DNA. The result was a fully functioning vacuum on the inside and the appearance of a dog on the outside. This dog vacuum was the only prototype that had ever been built. Her mother had taken the prototype home after the research team had moved on to the next experiment. She called it 'Zorg.'
The psychology of the dog had been altered to be friendly to everyone. They simply flipped the DNA genes to do the right thing. Still as people were frightened of a hunter dog, they had also re-engineered the genes for the teeth. The teeth and jaw were soft rubber like. If the dog would byte one, it would feel like two inner tubes of a bicycle pressing on each other.
The problem to deal with dog hair and a dirty Zorg had been solved by her father. Every night, the Zorg would go into an area of the room that was free of furniture. It would jettison all the hair off its body. The hair would float in a cloud around Zorg. Under the right lighting conditions, the hair fibers would sparkle like fairy dust. Then, the powerful vacuum suction would turn on and zorg would suck all the hair out of the air. In about five minutes a new coat would re-grow.
Riley leaned forward to lie on her belly. She looked into the deep black loving eyes of Zorg. Zorg looked very cute with his flabby orange-brown ears hanging down like a flab. She lifted one of his paws to shake them for a hello. Zorg reacted with joy, just as a real dog would. Riley was amazed how endearing a bio machine could be. They had modeled Zorg after a Braque Saint-Germain, a pointing English-French hunting dog. She reached her neck to see under the belly of Zorg. The research team had left the DNA strands from the Braque Saint Germain intact. Zorg had a penis. A narrow, red, blood vessel covered, and uneven penis. The penis was as uneven as a sausage that had been grilled at a barbecue to become as gnarly as it possibly could. She snickered and looked Zorg knowingly back into the eyes.
One of the most genius inventions that went into the design of Zorg was the energy source. There was no hidden cable to plug into wall. There was no battery to exchange in a hidden panel. No, Zorg was entirely propelled by the dirt and rubbish that he ate. The scientists were free to change the inside of Zorg however they pleased, without changing the outer Braque Stain Germain appearance. They removed intestines, lungs, and organs from the DNA. Instead, they built a direct conversion miniature reactor inside the cavity of his body. As Einstein proofed, matter can be converted into energy and vice versa. The direct conversion reactor would convert the dirt and dust particles into energy. The energy would power its movement and body warmth.
The invention was ingenious, because with matter converted to energy, there were no waste materials to dispose. It was the cleanest vacuum cleaner that one could possibly invent. However, a large problem was that the process created way, way too much energy. To avoid the energy from overcoming the poor Zorg and melting down itself and the next mile of land around it, Zorg had to regularly discharge the excess energy. Her father had thought integrating the discharge with taking a walk would be perfect science integrated into normal course of action.
It turns out the energy discharge was so large that Zorg needed very vigorous activity. Practical matters required the perfectly integrated walk to be turned into Zorg jumping high into the air. A fully charged Zorg would have to spend an hour or so jumping to the edge of outer space. The massive force required to accelerate itself to such a speed that would reach the edge of outer space was phenomenal.
So, Riley stood up and walked Zorg to the door. She sat down on the stoop crossing her legs with chastity. She petted the sweet Zorg on the hat. Then, Zorg started vibrating. He took a couple cautious steps back with a stiff high tail. He barked a warning. The next moment, he made a loud bang as he broke through the barrier of sound. The windows shook. A soft breeze caressed Riley. Zorg was completely gone.
Riley's memories of the day mulled over in her head. Her hands played with the grass next to her. After five minutes, she had forgotten about Zorg, when he returned from high up. His eyes were a bit red and he was panting. He turned over and happily rolled on his back showing his belly to invite Riley to rub him vigorously. The smooth fur felled deliciously. The warm body gave her company in comfort.
That evening sleep came quickly over Riley. Zorg cuddled up to her naked body in bed. He smelled surprisingly well for a vacuum cleaner, who had cleaned the bathroom only moments earlier. The morning brought tension on Riley. It would be her first day. Zorg was running around the bathroom and in between her legs as she readied herself. Apparently, they had not removed the annoying habit of a dog making a nuisance of itself. She pushed the dog out of her way with her bare foot, while she was brushing her teeth and dripping tooth paste over the counter. Zorg only happily jumped on the bathroom counter to lick up her tooth paste drops. She finally locked him in the shower stall.
Half hour later, she stood prim and ready in the office of her new boss. She was wearing knee high black boots. They evidently came from a discount store catering to teenagers. The long socks lurked out a bit above the rim of the boots. She wore a smooth black business skirt and a tucked-in white blouse. Her hair was pulled tightly back. The frizz was slathered with gel to smoothly stick to her head. She wore perhaps a bit too much pink on her cheeks showing that she was an inexperienced teenager fresh out of school. She formally bent her knees to greet her new boss.
Her new boss was sitting behind a desk in a large stuffy chair. The boss was middle aged. His head was an ocean of thick curly hair. He wore an old, rumpled, white dress shirt. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up into a tangle. He moved dog eared paper stacks around his desk. He had a nice pot belly. Boxes of things laid in a random pattern on the floor. He looked at Riley through his very plain glasses.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? I have no record of you."
"My name is Riley Hope. I am the new lab assistant."
"Well, now you are here. We may as well use you for something. My name is Mr. Peter."
"(continued) Let me tell you one thing about your contract. You may get bored on this research station and may even get homesick. Whenever that happens, remind yourself that the Umbrella Corporation demands reimbursement for the air travel in full. If you left early that would violate the contract. That would trigger the clause. With no-college nobody like you making minimum wage, it would take you a million years to pay for the space flight."
"(continued) Now, don't look so scared. Go down the hallway and find Rachel. She will assign you some work."
Riley left her boss' office. She was flustered about the place she found herself in. She slowly walked down the hallway. Grey linoleum floor guided her. The white doors in the white hallway were all closed without any signs on them. There was only a photo of a young twenty some year old gorgeous man with a coat hanging on the wall. Rachel was the tall black haired woman in a white coat and jeans beneath writing on a clip board. Rachel moved her body fluidly like a trained dancer. It was amazing to watch her shift the middle of her torso a bit, see her shoulder roll fluidly back.
"Hey, I am Riley. Mr. Peter said that you had work for me."
"They keep pulling 'em out of the head like bunnies. From under which rock did you crawl out?"
"I am from Chicago. Where are you from?"
"Nice try. So, you want some lab work. The work is pretty simple. We do the actual experiments. The scientists are way too scared and valuable to risk being close to their biological experiments. The job has three steps. One, inject new viral DNA into a Petri dish. Two, put the thing into a microscope for the scientists to remotely observe. Three, kill and clean anything after the experiment is done. Do you know, why we do these experiments on this remote moon?"
"No."
"I thought not. You look pretty clueless. On Earth, years ago, on a remote Scottish island, a research lab made the break through. They engineered a virus that would reset the DNA of its host. It is kind of like magic. You take a mouse. You replace the DNA in all cells with pigeon DNA. The thing turns into a pigeon. The problem was that one of those viruses got airborne. All personnel turned into a hybrid of an elephant and a lion. Luckily, they had a bit of dandelion DNA in them. So, they grew roots. Them stuck in place made it easier to shoot them, when the army was sent in to wipe the island clean."
"Huh-uh."
"As you are new, you are at the bottom of the picking order. You get to do the high risk lab work. You will have to wear one of those spiffy full body suits with a breather mask. A little tip for you, wear that suit as naked as possible. It gets darn hot in that unventilated plastic. Here is a sheet with instructions."
"Uh, I was curious, who is that guy in the photo in the hallway?"
"Oh, that is Rubin. He is the head scientist. Well, he used to be. He disappeared one day. Nobody knows, what happened. Maybe, he had a lab accident. Maybe, he ran into the Titan desert and died. Maybe, he freaked out and crawled into a box. He was so cute. He had a swimmer body, really ripped. Too hot to handle, I tell you."
"Huh-uh, so where is the bio hazard suit?"
"Come with me."
Rachel led Riley back into the hallway and entered an unmarked door. Behind it was a changing room. Large, beige tiles covered the floor, ceiling, and walls. It made it easier to clean the whole room by spraying chemicals for a bio mop up. A plastic bench with long slats was in the center. One wall had tall lockers for personal clothing. The other wall had milky clear full body plastic suits with yellow breathing masks.
Opposite to the entrance was a glass sliding door and floor to ceiling windows. Behind the glass was the lab room. There were large blocky microscopes. As they were remotely viewed, they did not have the typical long sight extending out of it. They were simple large gray boxes with a black slot, which accepted Petri dishes. Microscope after microscope stood on a heavy work bench to support the weight of those hefty machines. In the background a counter with sinks and large piles of Petri dishes. Distributed on other tables were cartons of sterile one-use syringes.
Rachel left the room. Her long black room was flowing through the air as she strutted out. Riley was by herself. She took a moment to gather herself. She read through the instruction sheet. It had large colorful drawings with smiling people, like the emergency manual for planes. People really thought that lab assistants were stupid. Who could blame them, when any smart person would refuse the high risk.
There was a white camera peering down at the room. Every room in the building had a security camera. Locker rooms were apparently famous rooms for employees to hide material and carry it out. Who was looking down at her? Riley decided to gracefully deal with all the ordeals that a large corporation placed upon her. She zipped her skirt open and let it drop down to her black boots. She was wearing black panties today. White comic letters wrote across her butt: "Byte Me." She stepped out of her skirt.
She folded her blouse and placed it on top of her skirt in a locker. Solely wearing her black panties and bra, she put the foot across her knee to zip down the boots. The socks lusciously covered her calves. She rolled them down. Her juicy feet sounded wet on the cold tiles. She pulled on of those full body suits from the hook. She stepped into a leg. She pulled the sleeves on. She adjusted the mask. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like the hazmat team straight out of a zombie movie. The milky plastic obscured the details of her body. Yet, the black of her underwear clearly showed that she was in her underwear.
The plastic suit was very puffy. The breathing was hard, because the air filter was so fine. She made her way to the glass door and hit the large button to slide the door open. The door locked behind her and a green light above the door turned on. She found a brown box on the floor with that day's date. It contained the live culture in the Petri dish. She placed it on an empty work desk. She also found the box with experimental viruses.
She unloaded the first Petri dish. She picked a syringe. She drew the virus fluid with the syringe out of the bottle. She pierced the rubber membrane on the Petri dish with the needle. She injected the virus fluid onto the generic tissue. She carried the Petri dish over to a microscope and injected it. After twenty repetitions, all microscopes were loaded.
As she had been very carefully, she was so focused that only now, she realized that the sweet was running down her spine. The full body suit kept all the moisture in. The suit slowly saturated with her perspiration. The plastic got sticky in places and clung to her skin. It was rather uncomfortable and in a way sexy to be so sweaty. While her busy hands scrubbed used Petri dishes in the sink, her idle mind imagined herself with that hot missing lad Rubin inside the same suit. In her mind, they were passionately making out in an ocean of their sweat. In reality, the sweat started pooling at her naked feet, because it kept running down.
A knock on the glass door snapped Riley out of her thoughts. The tall black-haired Rachel was waving her to come out. Deedee, the short girl with the long blond hair, stood behind. There was a third girl. They could have all been about the same age, fresh out of high school. The third girl had bright red hair that was cut to part in the middle of her scalp and frame her head. She wore a loose low hanging top that showed a tattoo of Japanese characters above her boob. She wore tight fitting pants that showed the figure of her body.
Riley waddled out of the room, as if she were walking through a swampy jungle. Her sweat water was flowing around her feet. She took the mask down. She was glad to breathe air easily again. Rachel introduced the red haired girl as Ines. They were all lab assistants. Ines pointed out that Riley was shy, because she was wearing clearly evident black underwear. The girls giggled. Riley flushed red in the face.
Rachel freed Riley of any further duties for the day. As she explained, being a lab assistant meant mostly waiting for something to do that none of the scientists dared getting close to. The experiments were running in the Petri dishes. It would be another twenty hours, before they would be done. Rachel suggested taking an easy day to adjust to her new situation. The triad of girls left in lock step.
The locker room was empty again. Riley pulled herself out of the plastic suit that kept clinging to her skin. She tossed it into a large garbage container. Her black underwear was drenched. She took it off. When she pushed down the panties, the stuck and ended up getting rolled into a sausage that would drip. Her bra was equally wet like a sponge. She was naked and stepped into the shower bin. The shower head sprayed many pleasing rays of water on her body. It felt like a torrent in the jungle. She looked at the mirror covered with water. Her wet face looked five years younger.
She lathered her body with soap out of the clinical soap dispenser. She rubbed the foam around her boobs, into her arm pits, and down her legs. She also carefully folded her labia apart and cleaned herself there. She washed down the soap suds and stayed a minute longer for the pure enjoyment of her skin. When she stepped out, she felt very averse to putting the wet underwear on. So, she wore her skirt without panties and her white blouse without bra. Her blouse showed her boobs a little less perky without the bra, yet the natural feel of them oozed out of the blouse. She put on her high black boots. She felt fresh and again protectively clad to step out into the world.
She stepped out of the locker room and straight into the shoulder of a young man. The young man had shoulder long straight black hair, a bit of an emo look. He held onto a pen as he stepped out of Riley's way. Riley apologized. The young man introduced himself as Toad. He was wearing an oversized sports jersey. It was bright orange and for a basketball team. Toad seemed a bit smitten by Riley. Toad was a scientist. When he realized that Riley had prepared his experiments, he thanked her. He confided in Riley that he wasn't running company experiments. He was trying to rebuild, the DNA for a cannabis plant, because he was missing smoking so badly. They separated friendly.
Riley stepped out of the research tower. She walked down the now familiar street. As soon as she got home, she let Zorg out. Today, he made a lot of little jumps instead of one large one. Riley sat on the stoop and watched Zorg jumping randomly to every which spot on the street and lawns. Finally, he settled and came trotting towards Riley with a happy expression. He rubbed his orange-brown spotted head on her knee to clamor for affection.
Her parents were still not home. They did not even leave her a note. She took a nap on the couch. Zorg sat on her chest. Like a real dog, he tried to lick her face. At first Riley struggled vehemently against being licked by the tongue that did the dishes. However, as she got drowsy from falling asleep, a little voice told her to stop fighting it. It felt actually pretty nice to have the smooth moist tongue lick over her cheeks, lips, and nose. She noticed that for a moment, before she fell asleep.
When she came back to her senses, the darkness of night had already settled outside the window. Zorg was curiously perched on the coffee table. His head was held high and his tale was completely horizontal. Riley muttered "What the fuck, Zorg?" Then, with a soft ping like a harp being pulled gently, Zorgs hair exploded into every direction. About five inches away from his body, the hair stopped.
Each strand of hair slowly turned itself around a different axis of rotation, until they formed a cloud. First the light from the street lamps outside reflected itself in tiny very white spots of light, like an optic fiber. The hair slowly started turning into a purple from the top down. It was like fairy dust. Shades of green waved through the cloud of purple light dots. The color depended on the angle of the light, as the reflection on a CD changes color as the CD is moved.
Zorg powerfully reverse coughed air in. The fairy dust was gone. Zorg's pink skin was showing. He looked very ugly that way. He looked shriveled partially human and partially grotesque. Riley had to cover her face with a pillow. When she looked again, he was the same old Zorg with his white fur and the three orange-brown spots. Riley let the pillow drop in relief and got up to have a small dinner in the kitchen.
After dinner, Riley took her night shower to be fresh for bed. Because her parents might come, she was wearing a towel to cover her breasts and butt. The company issued towels were so skimpy on fabric that the width of the towel barely reached the bottom of her buttocks. She bent over to reset the scale. Something cool at first, definitely wet, and then warm bumped into her sex. Zorg! By her bending forward, the towel had risen higher and exposed her behind. She pushed Zorg away with her bare foot. Zorg willingly as programmed let himself push away and found somewhere else to troll in the bathroom.
Riley reached up to put her wet underwear from the lap over the fixed shower head. She wanted to dry it, before it got moldy as it would wait for laundry day. Her panty slipped down the curve of the shower head. She had to bend over to pick it up. That moment, she felt it again: cold, wet, warm, and then sensuous. She pushed her foot against Riley again to push him away. His fur felt so soft. She wished that they would make house shoes out of fur like that.
She stepped out of the shower. She sprayed the disinfectant. Then, she wiped the shower dry. As she reached to the farthest corner of the shower, she felt her sex touched again. It felt kind of good. She waited for a moment. She waited to feel, what a lick of that slobbery tongue would feel like. Zorg licked her from the clitoris to the perineum. It reminded her of oral sex from a boy. She pushed her foot back again to get Zorg away.
For some reason, Riley did not get dressed. She started walking around the house with the yellow company issued towel. She was reluctant to let the vacuum cleaner sexually touch her, yet it felt good. Something inside her started to avoid the accidents. She would pretend to pickup a book from the floor. So, she would bend over and expose her sex from under the towel towards Zorg. When Zorg did not react, she would bend her left and right knee alternating to move her butt cheeks and tease Zorg to come closer and inspect.
He did. He cautiously walked to sniff her sex to find out, if it offered food or something. His nose would accidentally bump into her sex as he sniffed. Riley enjoyed the surge of cold on her sensitive sex. Then, Zorg would walk away bored.
Unhappy and driven to invite more accidents, Riley started painting her toe nails red, while standing with her legs straight and bent over. After the second toe nail, Zorg came back to lick her vagina. Riley would pause painting her toe nails. Then, she shoved him away with the not yet painted foot. She chided him for being a naughty Zorg and that he should behave. Yet, she kept painting her toe nails in the same manner.
By the seventh toe nail, Zorg returned once more. He skipped the sniffing and stubbing of his toe into her sex. He went straight for the licking. Riley continued painting her toes and chided Zorg: "Oh, you bad boy, you know that with both feet painted, I cannot move. We'll have to program some manners into you with the next prototype." When the last toe nail was painted, Riley slowly waddled forward with her toes extended up to avoid touching the floor. She escaped the tongue, yet the damage had been done. Her sexual tension had been stimulated to the horny point of no return, the point where one has to get off.
She went to her room and closed the door behind her and Zorg. She laid herself down on the clean bed sheets pretending to read a book. Her head was resting on her hands. The book lay between her elbows. Her knees were bent with the ankles happily resting on her butt. Her thighs were spread wide. The towel around her body rode a little high.
After the first paragraph, Zorg jumped onto the bed. He circled a bit around. Then, he lied down and started licking her sex. She looked at the door with tension in case her parents would suddenly return. Her feet were poised to kick Zorg off in such a case. She starred at the book in front of her. Her inner focus was on the intense sexual heat of her sex. She longed to climb the intensity with her mind turned off. She did not care about her parents catching her anymore or using a bio research prototype as a vibrator. All she needed was to push her hot pussy onto more good feeling.
The release came in a wave of pleasure over her. She stopped being able to breathe. Her body tensed up. She roared a grunt out. The grunt felt like humming caressing her torso to feel even more. Then, the mellow relaxation followed. Her mind was clear and aware again. She was back in control. She closed her thighs to shove Zorg away. She felt embarrassed. She composed herself to go to sleep. Sleep came the moment she closed her eyes. All the experiences of the day had her mind exhausted and eager to process at night.
Riley began a dream. At first she saw the camouflage pattern of brown, yellow, and green. She was under the canopy of oak trees, the trees with the leaves that have round nudges and pins like a puzzle. Happy, warm, and familiar feelings flooded her and tingled her entire being. She realized now that she was standing on Tompkins Square Park in the East Side of Manhattan. She had spent many happy summer days here playing as a kid. She had been running with other kids. She had wild running fantasies with the play toy horses that were mounted on colored spring. The horses had bounced her little butt around, while her mind was in the Wild, Wild West.
Now, she was standing on the park no longer getting excited about the bouncy horses. Now, it was the memories of those childhood times that welled up in her. She did no longer know what to do with the sand pits. She was standing there with other high school graduates, who were now grown ups. A cart was pulled into the park on big wagon wheels. She remembered as a kid, those cards had ice cream, candy, or junk food. She loved the pleasure of choosing: The ice cream in the cone, the ice cream in between waffles, the ice cream on a stick, or raspberry ice cream? And, then the experience of that new ice creams melting in her mouth, while she would strategize about how to take it apart: Suck it from the inside out, nipple the good stuff out, or let it slowly melt in her mouth.
This time, the cart contained many little sections separated by wood. A big grab section contained fake identification cards. She grabbed five of them. The first one that caught her eye was a Hawaiian beach access card. The photo on the ID showed a blonde party girl with many black tattoos on her body. The card looked nothing like Riley. Yet, they would teach her to dress up like the photo on the ID. They? They were three men in light gray trench coats with black hats standing around the cart. They looked like Scotland Yard. They were recruiting young people for a detective academy. The cart had all the mild things that a detective might need.
All the gadgets and things got Riley excited. She wanted them all. She wanted a selection of ID cards. She wanted the wigs to dress like another person. She wanted the low velocity guns that did not require permits. She could not wait to try out all the cool detective stuff.
First, she had to go to that school. Instantly, she was in the school. There were wide stair cases and aisles for the students to go to their class rooms. The students were dressed in detective uniform. It seemed a little bit like a dress. The collars were high up to the middle of the ear. The students worked in pairs like well behaved private school students.
The vision of learning for four years theory from books seemed tedious to Riley. Riley wanted to learn the practical part, how it really worked. So, she went into a room. She walked past a door to a broom closet. She entered the main room behind. It was a dark room with little lighting and heavy timber walls. She unraveled an arch evil, a criminal so bad that he was half beast and half human. She would be able to observe the teachers live as they'd contain the beast. That way, she would be able to learn, how detective work was really done, not some stupid text book exercises.
As swift as she could, she retreated into the broom closet. The broom closet had a bullet proof glass door. The glass went floor to ceiling for a good view. She nervously tapped with the palm of her hand on a green button. The bullet proof glass door sealed. She expected the arch evil to tear through the unprepared student bodies and flood the glass with red blood. She tensely held on as she would see the outbreak.
The arch evil removed the last gray mummification tape that had held it captured. It did not tear through the student bodies in a gory way. It only knocked three of them instantly dead. The other scattered silently running in panic. The arch evil had left the near vicinity of Riley. Riley carefully stepped out. She was vulnerable, because she had not yet observed a teacher fighting the arch evil. She would learn soon.
A vision flashed in front of her eyes that the arch evil was hiding on a flat section of the roof among red shingles. She stepped through the now empty hallways with doors left open and chairs knocked over. Outside a few students were still running. Summoning her dream powers, she jumped two floors up onto the roof of a little adjunct building. She ran up the steep red shingles. On the tip of the roof was a sign made of large letters. She peeked behind it. Two students eagerly waved her to go away. They had claimed the spot as their hiding spot. Riley was not going to hide. She was out hunting.
With her dream powers, she made a large leap onto the roof of the main building. The main building was an old medieval castle. There were many balconies, mini towers, raised roofs, and other architectural elements that made the roof a complex terrain to hide. Riley expected that the first master teachers had now realized the situation. The master teachers were probably tracking, stalking, and scheming to take in the arch evil. She would soon seen, how it is really done, and safe herself four years of schooling.
She cautiously set out to check the roof systematically, until she would find the hiding place of her vision. Before she could make progress, the dream images started fading. Instead numbers and letters started appearing: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..." Riley felt distressed about the numbers and woke up.
As she felt herself back in her real world body in bed, she still felt the good and exciting feelings of the dream. As her mind slowly re-played the dream, she realized that her desire to learn had cold bloodedly killed dozens of students. She shuddered at herself that she would do such a thing. She pushed her blanked away to start the day and move away from this horrific reality of the dream that she had so much enjoyed.
Riley got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. Her parents had not returned from the lab that night either. The darkness of night was still outside. The incandescent light painted the room in a cozy yellow light. The walls got darker farther away from the ceiling light giving the room a cave lake feeling. The water jets hit Riley's face, hair, and body like needles. The water washed over her dreams and last night's experience. Her mind readied itself for the day ahead in the lab. The soap was an orange brick worn smooth at the edges, yet still pretty new. The film of soap suds made her skin look sensual.
She stepped out of the shower onto the square pink tiles with the white lines running in between. The sink was full of brushes, shampoo bottles, lotions, and cups. She found the tooth brush among them and decided for the red berry flavored tooth paste. Zorg was running around her in circles and figure eights. His short, smooth, and white dog fur rubbed against her naked legs. Her leg skin was youthful like that of an eighteen year old. Her legs were well shaped, because gravity hadn't dragged anything down. Yet, there was a bit of baby fat making her calves and thighs rounder and more endearing.
It was obvious that Zorg wanted to lick her pussy again. Riley needed to get to work. So, she caught him with her hands. She straddled him. She pinned his torso in between her knees. He felt good – soft and warm. Zorg looked up at her face with a question and plead in his eyes. Riley explained that she had to go to work with her mouth full of toothpaste and the tooth brush.
Zorg started wriggling, turning, and pulling to get out of the hold of her knees. Riley kept brushing her teeth. She enjoyed the sensation of his soft paws stepping on her feet, the fur rubbing back and force in between her legs, and the liveliness of his struggle. When Zorg started to succeed weaseling his way out, she got on her knees to get a better pin. Her thighs had a tighter grip than her knees. She was now almost riding the dog. Her chin leaned forward barely over the sink to avoid tooth paste dripping onto the floor as she kept brushing her teeth.
Riley's pussy was touching the back of Zorg, because his body was at the perfect height for that. Her pussy lips had been relaxed and were open. So, Zorg's fur was touching her directly on the moist and red part of her vagina. Riley felt the erotic energy in her waist. This is why young girls love riding horses was her though over and over. She had to focus to keep going through her morning chores with that stimulation. "Zorg, it feels so good, but I gotta go to work."
On her walk from the house along the suburban road to the research tower, Riley saw the moon Rhea in the still dark sky. The pale white ball in the sky was covered with craters of a million comets and space junk crashing into the moon. With the many craters it looked more like a golf ball than a Swiss cheese. Of course, there were more moons visible that morning. Saturn has 62 moons. Although many of them are pretty tiny sparks that mingle in size with distant stars.
Saturn itself was looming large. The rings around Saturn always fascinated Riley. They looked like the surface of water or a liquid. And, Saturn like a water ball was resting half immersed in the water. Actually, the rings consisted mostly of billions of frozen ice particles that had aligned itself in a disc. Riley paused like many times to see, if she could discern the Phoebe Ring. The Phoebe Ring is a barely visible ring around Saturn that is presumed to be debris Phoebe, another moon.
That morning at work, everybody lined up next to each other in front of a running camera. Mr. Peter was on the far right side with his dark red striped tie and oily hair. Toad stood erect next to him pouring his anxiety into rubbing his hands together and sometimes rubbing the hands on the lap of his pants. Deedee and Ines were dressed up in clothes that looked stiff and artificial on them. Oh, Rachel was actually missing. Deedee bumped her elbow into Riley's ribs: "Rachel got the honor of running the experiment."
Rachel was in the high security lab. She was covered in white yellowish latex all over her body, except for her head. The latex exposed her entire figure: Camel toe, nipples, butt crack, center line of her trained abs, knee cap. Her face was covered with a black mask that had a snout hanging down her chest to filter the air. Her hair was covered with a plastic uniform. Rachel was moving her arms around, squatting, and kissing her knee. She tried to get a feel for the restriction of the latex on her movements.
Mr. Peter announced to the camera:
"Experiment 3277: We are going to inject a mushroom with virus 8753. The virus will act in three stages. Stage one will infect host cells. The host cells DNA will be altered to replicate the virus at a rapid rate."
"Stage two, the virus contains a region of DNA that is dormant. Thus, it has no effect on the virus. The virus will inject this DNA into the DNA of the host cell. The mushroom DNA is rewritten to become rat DNA. The mushroom cells will turn into rat cells."
"Stage three, begins with the mushroom turned into a piece of rat meat. More exactly, the rat meat consists of rat stem cells. The rat stem cells will differentiate themselves and form a living rat."
"The current virus only contains programming for the rat for 10 minutes. After ten minutes the rat starts acting on its own. With all the scientifically engineered DNA floating around, unpredictable things may happen. The rat may turn into an elephant or create a deadly virus. So, within 10 minutes, a second virus has to be injected into the rat. This is virus 8754. It will remove all previously injected and altered DNA. The rat will turn back into a mushroom. This is similar to uninstalling a program from a computer. Hopefully, we get all the bits uninstalled and don't leave anything behind."
"Rachel our lead lab assistant has been chosen to do the honors due to her many contributions to the project. Rachel, would you go ahead now."
Mr. Peters rotated the camera on the tripod to face into the lab straight onto Rachel. Toad, the scientist, pushed his eyes as close to the safety glass as his squished nose would permit. Deedee and Ines were doing little cheers for Rachel. Rachel stood there. The face mask with the hanging air filter made her look like an ant eater. The latex on her body made her look like a fetish model.
Rachel picked up a syringe. She poked the umbrella of the mushroom with it. She injected a little bit into five different places. Then, she moved a close up camera over the mushroom. She stepped back. Toad whispered, "Okay, stage one has started. At this point, we don't see anything. It is like a cold infecting a person before the symptoms show."
A minute later, the hue of the mushroom had become slightly red. A completely red dot sparked in one place. Another red dot appeared. It was like watching dumplings appear at the surface of a boiling pot. Dumplings rise from the bottom, when they are done. The whole mushroom had turned into a white and red lump of meat.
Under the hood the mushroom had many thin layers of mushroom flesh. They were like the pages of a book that has the pages slightly fluffed apart. They started popping. Round and odd shaped things started popping out. Toad whispered, "The final stage has been reached, the rat is developing." A little appendage popped out of the trunk of the mushroom. The appendage vibrated in the air on its own power. The appendage branched into five. It was a foot.
Out of a shaking, vibrating, and bubbling meat pile came a real and living rat. The rat scurried across the table, jumped down, and disappeared somewhere behind desks, tables, and cabinets. Toad whispered, "Oh, god, you are in deep shit. If you don't catch the rat in ten minutes to inject the uninstall virus, the room's containment protocol will activate. The room will get flooded in a mix of poison gas and acid to destroy every living cell." Mr. Peter translated yelling through the safety glass: "Catch that fucking rat now or you are dead!"
Deedee and Ines screamed. They hugged each other instinctively. Rachel muttered, "Next time, I have the girl on the bottom of the totem pole do this work, Riley!" Rachel walked around desks and cabinets looking down. Soon, she scared up the rat and ran after her. The rat was faster by a league. "Rachel, don't bother catching the rat. Just kill it. It stops running around that way. The uninstall virus still works that way," screamed Toad, while he jumped a little up and down.
Rachel found a plastic stick. She stabbed at the rat in the corner of a room. The rat was pretty agile. Rachel stabbed her once with the dull end. Yet, the rat kept moving around. The rat ran across the room to another hiding place. They were running after each other in circles. "The rat is too fast. Through stuff at it. Don't worry about breaking stuff. Nothing in that room is as important as you are," directed Mr. Peter.
Rachel grabbed the glass beakers next to her. She hurled them towards the rat. She mostly missed the rat. The beakers exploded and glass shrapnel ricochet around. Deedee screamed in emotional pain, "Rachel, your feet are only covered by a thin latex layer, don't step on the glass." Rachel cursed her actions. The rate in its agility stepped around the glass and ran for it again.
"Two minutes left, hurry, Rachel," screamed Toad. He had stepped back to the control panel. The safety key was inserted and his finger was on a red button. "Do we really have to do this," asked Mr. Peter. "If not, we may all die," replied Toad.
Rachel was fueled by panic. She grabbed a chair by its legs and started bashing the ground and anything as she ran after the rat. Yet, the rat again ran under a desk that Rachel had to clumsily walk around. In rage, Rachel kicked the desk over with her latex clad feet. The science tools flew across the floor like artillery shelling chasing the rat. Actually, the table surface rising vertically off the ground was too high for the rat to jump up on. So, Rachel funneled her fury into pushing the whole table forward until the rat was cornered in the corner of the wall.
"60 seconds. Kill the rat now. Send a donation to an animal lover non-profit later," urged Toad. Rachel bashed down the chair on the trapped rat. The bones of the rat were crunched. "45 seconds, Rachel, get the uninstall syringe." Rachel ran for the original experiment desk. She hustled back with the second syringe. "15 seconds, you can do it." Rachel stabbed the rat and injected the entire contents in one place. She frantically looked at the rat and Toad with his finger still on the red button.
The rat transformed back into a mushroom.
"I hate mushrooms," said Rachel.
"I am so sorry, Rachel. It somehow didn't come to my mind that rats can run around. I was too focused on the virus," said Toad.
"Kids, I have had enough for this day. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, while I file the accident paperwork," said Mr. Peter.
"Oh, poor Rachel," said Ines with a sad face.
Toad pulled Riley to the side. He invited her to hang out at his house in an hour with everyone else. He suggested that she hopefully was not judgmental about recreational drug usage. It would help them all calm down after this near fatal accident. He smiled at her warmly and squeezed her forearm friendly. Then, he walked off.
An hour later, Riley stood in front of the white suburban door. Toad's house was on the street opposite the research tower from Riley's house. The door had ornamental indentations. The door handle was made of a yellow metal that was definitely not gold, yet evidently expected to be labeled 'golden door handle' in the catalog. When she pressed the door bell, a cheap speaker blared machine gun fire followed by a popular actor yelling: "FBI, open up." After personalized cell phone ring tones, personalized door bells was the next fad.
Toad's head appeared in the partially opened door. He wore a muscle t-shirt, thin straps that showed his amateur workout deltoids. He legs were in black workout pants. The material was so thin and stiff that the pants were puffy. He waved Riley in and walked ahead of her. His bare feet walked over a used room wide carpet with an odd worn turquoise carpet thrown over it. There were magazines lying on the floor. The phone was resting in a corner on the floor.
A fake palm tree was resting against the wall, leaning like a hokey stick. The entrance to the kitchen was covered with a purple crochet fabric. The gaps in the pattern provided a hazy look into the kitchen. A little desk in the corner with a computer and layers of paper hid in a corner. The paper was not even in a pile. It was evenly distributed over the whole desk. A few sheets of paper were hanging over the edge of the desk. They only managed to cling on, because the corner that was on the table was pinned with other papers. Evidently, some papers had lost their death grip to the desk and had fallen to the ground.
The three girls, Deedee, Ines, and Rachel, were already sitting on the couch and the two armchairs. Rachel's long black hair was still wet from the scrub down after the lab experiment. The girls were all comfy with their legs pulled up on the seat or sprawled over an arm rest. The couch was bleached green. The surface of the coach was worn. A blanket had been thrown over the couch to cover the warn fabric. Yet, the aging of the blanket had caught up with the coach. Toad fell back on the coach. It almost seemed that his hitting the couch had puffed dust of the couch into the air. A ska band was trying to mellow out any discomfort that Riley may have about joining them.
Riley nestled on the free spot next to Toad. She kicked of her shoes to blend in with the rest, who had adjusted their clothing to be comfortable. The red haired Ines, poured Riley two drinks. There were two glass carafes on the desk. One was yellow with lemonade. The other was red with raspberry ice tea. Both had many ice cubes clicking against each other, while Ines poured the drinks. Ines asked Riley to sample the drinks and vote for the better.
Meanwhile, Rachel was self absorbed picking more latex pieces out from between her naked toes. The toes were pretty and stubby. The toe nails were pointed red. Toad was slouched on the sofa almost lying. He watched the girls lazily. Deedee was slightly yet rapidly bouncing in her arm chair. She hummed a song about getting high and flying and how she wanted a hit right now. Riley definitely preferred the lemonade. Both drinks were artificial. Yet, the raspberry tasted really artificial.
Toad leaned forward to Riley: "So, where did you really come from?"
"Oh, I came from planet Earth, New York City, East Village."
"No, you didn't. Stop the bullshit and tell us, where you really came from."
"That's where I came from. It is my first time..."
"No, the shuttle to the way station has been down here on the research tower for months. It has been there, because the only pilot disappeared one day. He is gone without a trace. And, we know that the Umbrella Corporation never built another shuttle that can fly in Titan's Methane atmosphere. So, where did you come from?"
"What do you mean, the shuttle never left the research tower? I was in it the other day. What do you mean with the pilot disappeared?"
"Well, a few months ago, the pilot disappeared. There is nothing more to say. We searched every bit and he was gone. The shuttle was still here. If he is hiding, he is hiding really well. If he walked into the Titan desert, he is dead. The strange thing is that after his disappearance, people started appearing. See those three girls and you. You all appeared out of nowhere on your own days."
"Huh? Then, how come I remember everything about the flight, the shuttle change, and so on?"
"Here is a theory. You know about instinct. Instincts are things that you simply do without your intellect. That's because they are hard wired in your DNA. Now, imagine someone hardwired memories in your DNA, instinctual memories..."
"Toad, stop scaring the girl. We have heard your conspiracy theories before. We are here. We are real. You can touch us. That's all that matters," barked Riley.
"As you were," said Toad and slouched back again.
Deedee bounced forward in her chair and burst out that it were time to do drugs. Her face glowed excitedly. Toad pulled an old cigar box out from under the coach. It was a box of blonde imitation wood and a ceremonial imitation paper seal ran across the box. The box had been previously opened. Toad flipped the box open. The inside of the top of the box had a mirror. It was the mirror glass with the edges jagged and no frame. A blue wrinkled tape kept it in place. The box contained yellow dirt dust. The dust looked exactly like the dust that covered the whole planet. Toad confirmed to Riley that it was simply dirt from outside the house.
Loosing her temper and patience, Deedee pulled the box away from Toad. She ripped the mirror out. She poured a little of the fine dirt dust on the table. The dust poured smoothly like fine sand in an hour glass. The cone was near perfect. Deedee smashed down the cone with the glass. Then, she scraped along the side of the yellow dirt until it formed a straight line. She stuck her finger in her mouth. The wet finger came out. She pressed the wet finger on the line of yellow Titan dirt. All the dirt stuck on the finger. It became wet and mud like. She opened her lips as wide as she could with her teeth clenched. She looked like a leach trying to attach itself to something. She rubbed the yellow mud on the gums with her finger. After a minute, she exhaled deeply and fell back in her arm chair.
Everyone had watched her intently. Toad claimed the box back. He drew four yellow Titan soil lines on the table for the rest of them. Rachel interrupted Toad suggesting that they should explain to Riley the effects of the drug. Toad said that it would bring beautiful visions and something else that she would figure out soon enough. Riley resisted at first. Yet, Ines explained that the drug was natural, because it was simply dirt.
Riley's first impression was that the soil simply tasted like soil. It was a bit crunchy like sand. Riley's second impression lasted minutes. She was in the desert of a planet. A sand storm blew over her. The sand came in wave light patterns that looked like Northern lights. The yellow sand turned into green and blue and all colors. The storm tore the clothes of her body. She was flying through the sand clouds. She eased and relaxed into the movement of the storm. The sand blasted sometimes rough over her skin. Sometimes, it was as soft and gentle as a massage therapist caressing her with flower petals.
When Riley opened her eyes again, she saw Rachel. Rachel had pulled her top away from her boob. She was trying to look her full and beautiful boob with her tongue reaching far. Deedee and Ines were making out. Deedee was sitting on Ines lap. Their boobs were pressed together. Their tongues and lips were capturing each other. Toad had his hand inside his pant. He looked into Riley's eyes with deep lust: "The second effect of the drug is that it makes you so horny that you can't help but fuck. Whom are you going to choose to fuck?"
Riley checked her clothes. She was afraid that the theme of the hallucinations had reflected her getting undressed and caressed in the real world. She was still wearing her clothes. She panicked at the lust in the room. She saw Toad, how he wanted to fuck her. She saw the lust in the girls of how they may only pile on her like demons of sin. She slipped into her shoes and ran out of the place. She ran until she was home.
She stopped at home. She listened to her pounding heart. She saw the happy go lucky Zorg trotting toward her. Now, she felt the wetness between her legs for the first time. Her panties were completely soaked. Her mind was racing to figure out, how to get off. The last bit of logic told her to find a hiding place. The horny gang may be coming after her. Her house was the first place that they would look.
So, she walked to the end of the road. Zorg followed her curious and happy to go for a walk. The end of the road was a half circle of a lush green lawn. The end of the lawn abruptly turned into the yellow desert of Titan. In the middle of the lawn was a large thicket of bushes. From being a kid, she knew that the thickest green bushes were only thick on the outside. On the inside, they had only brittle branches and often hollow spaces.
She pushed her body through the green wall. As expected, the inside was a big room. She had to crawl though. The sunlight was filtering in. She felt safe in her secret hiding place. She threw off the clothes from her body. She rested on her back for a moment. The glimpses of sunlight that made it through the canopy were hot. It was the brightest and hottest time of the day. The sun spots on her skin made her tingle. She loved the feeling. She relaxed into it. She felt the different sun spots on her body grow in sensation and wane.
Riley's horniness had reached the peak of the year. She was naked in public yet save – how daring. She felt all good on her skin from the sun. And, the Titan soil riled up Riley's sex. The good Zorg had been waiting for this moment.
After Zorg had smelled around the bush, he started smelling Riley's naked feet. The cold smooth stubby nose poked her skin. She would wait in anticipation of the next poke. Sure enough, Zorg poked her calf next. He smelled his way up her thighs. When his nose hit her sex, Riley could not hold it in any longer. She grabbed his head around the ears. With both hands, she pressed his nose against the area between her clitoris and the vagina entrance. She rubbed herself against his nose. His teeth and jaws were so soft and bendy, because they had been designed to be similar soft as a rubber dildo is.
To avoid coming too quickly, before she could build a strong enough orgasm, Riley let go of Zorg's head. Zorg continued licking eagerly on his own. Riley looked up at the green leaves and sky in the canopy above her. Her breathing grew heavy. She looked down at the head with the two brown spots and the goofy dangling ears. Oh, it felt so good. She thought of her first vibrator, whom she had named Pleasure Plebe. Zorg was so much more fun. As VHS gained acceptance because of porn, and small motors became widespread due to their use in vibrators, the Zorg vacuum may become a winner, because of his licking.
Riley came. She shivered. Her eyes saw beauty itself. Good feelings spread through her. Her pussy became sensitive. She threw a branch for Zorg to fetch, so that he would stop stimulating her. An odd rustling in the leaves startled her. She quickly grabbed her clothes. With the drug worn off, she needed to find a safe and familiar place. She carefully peaked out. Nobody was around. She climbed out of the bush and went straight back home. Zorg bounced a bit up and down the street to work off the energy that digesting her pussy juices had created.
Finally, at home, she sat on her couch. She clutched blue pillow hard in her hands in front of her chest. She was ready for the drama of the day to wash away. She was waiting for her thigh muscles to relax. She was waiting for her neck to relax. She was waiting for the headache to go away. She was waiting for her breathing to become slow and mellow. Going to work tomorrow and the though of meeting the horny gang worried her.
The phone rang loud and shrill. The phone rang again. It was the first time that phone had been ringing. She picked up the phone. A muffled and unrecognizable voice said that the person was in possession of a video recording. The video recording would show her getting oral sex in the park from a dog. Riley insisted that it was a vacuum cleaner not a dog. The caller proposed that fucking a vacuum cleaner in a park was still good blackmail material. The caller's black mail offer was to show up tomorrow in the park again with Zorg or have her photos published to her boss and everyone. The caller hung up.
The embarrassment, humiliation, and helplessness crushed Riley. She swore to herself that she should have never gone week to her drive to masturbate. She got up and paced the whole apartment. There was nothing to be done. There was no police on Titan. There was no good uncle. She simply had to tough it out and put up with whatever came her way.
Dinner nourished her emotions profoundly. She felt a lot better. Her mind started settling. An old German saying says 'Essen haelt Leib und Seele zusammen', 'eating keeps the body and soul together.' So, when Riley went to sleep in her bed, she felt as good as one could feel after such a day and the heavy specter of blackmail. She instantly fell into deep sleep. Toward, the morning hours her sleep grew lighter and she dreamed.
In the dream, she was near the icy Northern polar cap of planet Earth. She was right at the point, where the pack of ice meets the open ocean. The pack of ice loomed high with steep cliffs. The sky was dark and cloudy. It promised dooming weather brewing. The sea was ragged and in turmoil. A strong current pulled water away from the ice. The ice was melting. All the melt water rushed into the rest of the ocean. Only small rugged tug boats were wrestling with the choppy waves. All other boats had left the area.
In this ravaged and menacing place, Riley could feel the presence of the arch evil, the arch evil that she had unleashed in her dream the other day. Riley was tracing the arch evil across the planet. With so little people around in this desolate place, she could feel the presence of the arch evil strongly. It was natural for the arch evil to pick a menacing place to match its nature. Yet, it was foolish to pick such an isolated place, because Riley's supernatural sensitivity could sense its location so much clearer without the rumble jumble of crowds of people.
Soon, night would fall. In the cold of night, the ice would freeze again. It would suck the water back out the oceans. The strong current would switch its directions. The last tug boats would dash to have left by then, before they would get overpowered by the ocean. Riley had to get to safety as well. She moved forward through the turmoiled waves that ran into every which direction.
She reached a freeway that was running straight into the ice land. The freeway was gray. It had six lanes in each direction. On the sides of the freeway were only solid rail guards and nothing else. The freeway was flooded with knee deep water. Riley had to cross the freeway with freezing cold water. Her legs were bare. She saw everything beneath the knees disappear into the water, invisible to her. The surface of the water drew lines as the current pulled it past her knees. The water bulged before her knee, dented down after her knee, and drew a long V shape into the water.
Riley looked up at her goal across the freeway. She knew that she would find the arch evil in the open planes of the white ice. The dream faded. Numbers appeared: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..." The numbers and failing to reach the arch evil distraught Riley. She woke up in her bed with the pillows and bed sheets. She assured herself, where she was.
In the bathroom, she locked the door to keep Zorg out. She dressed in plain business clothes to hide her individuality. She walked down the suburban street toward the research tower. She paused to look up at the sky. Dione, another moon of Saturn, was in prominent view. Dione was as bright as Rhea. They are both highly albedo. She had learned that albedo means how well a moon reflects sun light. The leading side of Dione is as riddled by craters as Rhea. Yet, the backside has a network of distinctive bright ice cliffs.
Mr. Peter was already waiting for Riley at the entrance of the research tower. He impatiently checked his clock. When he saw the time, he huffed. Then, he seized up Riley. Riley checked her clock. She was indeed on time. Mr. Peter was very curt: "The other kids are doing a closed experiment. So, you get to clean up the mess in the high security lab from yesterday. Forget about a safety suit. We have to re-sterilize the whole place anyway." Mr. Peter turned around and walked away.
Riley got a red mobile dumpster. She rolled it into the research lab. She scooped broken glass, instruments, and consumables into the dumpster. She arranged the desks and furniture. Lunch break was a lonely affair with her sandwich. The afternoon brought the pre-cleaning with regular cleaning supplies: Mop the floor, scrub the desks, and wipe the windows. The dull mundane work made her brain mushy. Luckily, the mushiness of her brain also kept her from worrying much about her relations with her co-workers, the black mail, and her lusty escapades with Zorg.
After work, she dragged her ass down the street home. She dressed conservatively in jeans and sneakers. Once, she stepped outside the door, Zorg followed her. He immediately broke threw the barrier of sound with a big bang. She probably had forgotten her half eaten cereal on the kitchen table in the morning. That would explain, why Zorg was working off so much energy. After all, he did not only get the calories that humans get. He converted every atom in the cereal into pure energy.
Five minutes later, when Zorg fell back out of the sky, Riley did her walk of shame to the park at the end of the street. The Titan desert landscape and the steep crater walls promised a false way out. Once out of the crater, there would be no more oxygen to breathe. So, she surrendered. She pushed herself through the outside of the bush. The leaves and stubby branches scraped along her. She sat down in the center of the low dome shaped room inside the bush. Zorg relaxed lying down putting his head in her lap.
A woman's voice outside the bush was talking through a fake paper bag. The humming of the paper bag made it impossible to figure out the identity of the person. The fake paper bag voice reminded her that she had been filmed yesterday. The fake paper bag voice drove home that the video would be published, if Riley would not follow her instructions promptly without question and hesitation. Riley defiantly belled back: "So, what do you want?"
"For starters, take off all your clothes."
"Yeah, you wanna see my pussy again. It is nothing to me."
Riley unbuttoned her jeans. She kicked off the sneakers with the opposite foot. She pulled off the t-shirt over her head. She threw her panties and bra on the same pile. She defiantly starred into the direction of the voice. Her muscles were ready for a fight, a good girl fight, which would go awfully wrong for the other girl. Zorg was alert and barked a warning to support Riley.
"Now, throw your clothes over here."
Riley obeyed and threw her clothes over there. When a Caucasian female hand reached through the branches and took away her clothes, Riley started feeling weaker. She was naked and depended on getting her clothes back. She started feeling pliable and obedient.
"Now, put some of the Titan soil in your mouth."
Riley surrendered and picked up yellow dusty Titan soil. She licked it off her hand. She closed her eyes. She was flying through space around Saturn. She was flying circles, spirals, and back dives into the rings around Saturn. Dipping into the Saturn rings was sometimes like water, sometimes like honey, and sometimes fluffy as a cotton ball. A particular high dive into a Saturn ring pulled the clothes straight of her body. She noticed that she was dressed in her dream at the beginning.
Angels started flying with her. The angels had white wings and were naked. At first, they paralleled her flight. Then, one little cherub snuck a kiss on her naked butt. A female angel caressed her hair. She reached for an angel. The angel pulverized into white sparkly angel dust. Another angel had a stiff erection. He softly glided his penis across the front of her body. She kissed the tip of his penis before he rolled away into a summersault.
She opened her eyes. The hallucination was gone. She was back in the bush with the black mailing woman. Riley felt her pussy wet and her nipples stiff. The second time of the drug was even more intense than the first time. The horniness was so intense that she found enjoyment in being humiliated. She wanted to feel Zorg again and come right in front of that woman. Then, she hoped the woman would expose herself and kiss her.
"I want to see that dog licking your pussy again."
"He is not a dog. He is a vacuum cleaner."
"I told you no talking back, you dog fucker."
Riley rolled onto her back. She put her feet up with the knees high. She guided Zorg's head to his pussy. He started licking right away. His slippery and large tongue went across everything. He got her butt cheeks, her clit, her vagina, her belly. Riley moaned. She played with her nipples. Her back arched in waves of pleasures.
"Hey, don't you think it is unfair? You get all the fun and your vacuum does all the work? Lick his penis to get him hard. Yeah, you heard me!"
Riley rolled over. She crawled over the uneven hard packed dirt ground to get a hold of Zorg. She rolled him over on his back. Her hands reached between his hind legs. She collected the penis. It was red, small, and flabby. It was rather uneven. She felt a moment of revulsion. She overcame the moment and leaned forward. Her tongue preceded her mouth.
"Stop, if you are going to serve the dog, serve him right. Don't make him present his penis. You go after his penis. Let him stand however he wants. And, you get your mouth to his penis."
The hand that pinned Zorg down let him get up. Zorg rolled over and made side step. Riley rolled on her back. She followed Zorg and burrowed her head under his belly. The penis was small and tasted soapy. She could fit the whole thing in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the penis. The thing grew, pulsated, and moved as it unfolded.
"When you have it hard, get on your hands and knees. Then, have him fuck you from behind."
Riley pressed her tongue into Zorg's penis to test its hardness. The penis was gorged and hard. Zorg had already tried humping her face. He was ready. Riley let go off his penis. She rolled over. Zorg knew his job. He jumped on her back with his torso. His front paws hugged Riley at the side at the level of her beautifully hanging boobs. He struggled to reach her wet sex with his penis. Riley had to lean a bit forward to lower her butt. Even then, he was poking rapidly into the air with his poker. Riley had to reach between her legs and guide his penis inside of her.
For a moment, repulsion came over Riley. Yet, his jackhammer piece and the lust from the drug quickly took her mind back to focus on the pleasure, like a greedy tycoon shakes off the thought of killing millions of people by focusing on his bank account. Zorg worked up a steam panting into her neck. His instincts took over and he was biting her neck as dogs do in heat. Yet, the rubbery teeth and jaw made it feel soft and like play even for a human.
Riley knew that dogs were quick to start fucking and quick to be done. So, she reached her clitoris and vigorously rubbed it to keep up with Zorg. Riley came violently. Zorg came nonchalantly. He was ready to walk away. Yet, his penis had engorged even more at the tip, as dog penises do. So, his penis was stuck like a cork to keep the semen inside a bit longer. Zorg got on his four legs and tried to walk away. Yet, his penis was stuck. The penis pulled on Riley's sensitive sex. Riley jumped a bit to move towards Zorg to ease the tension.
"Very nice, obedient little slut."
A minute later, Zorg had lost his erection and slipped out of Riley. Riley could feel the cum dripping out of her.
"Stay on your hands and knees. Move your butt closer to me. We want to get the cum running out of you and down your thighs on camera. So, if you get pregnant from this, will your baby be a werewolf vacuum cleaner?"
Riley slowly crawled backwards. She felt the cum dripping out of her. She felt the spurs of cum running down the inside of her thighs to the ground.
"Oh, by the way, yesterday, we forgot the cap on the video camera. The whole video was black. So, you really did all of this for nothing. However, now we have a much better tape. Tomorrow, we will leave you notes at work of little tasks that we want you to perform. Oh, and we keep your clothes. Good luck getting home."
With the drug and lust wearing off, Riley felt disgusted and ashamed naked in a pool of cum and the memory of getting very nasty. She collected herself. Her head peaked outside bush with her body still covered by the leaves. Nobody was around. The closed cover was a low white wall around the lawn of the first house.
She checked again for people around. Then, she darted out of the bush. She sprinted to that wall. Her boobs were flopping up and down. Her naked young butt cheeks were twitching with each snap. Her long bare legs were flying. Zorg was galloping behind her. She threw her naked body down on the grass behind the fence. Her face burred into the grass, she rested motionless. Her heart was pounding heart. She worried about being seeing naked. The air softly caressed over her naked butt.
She ordered Zorg to go home and stop running around her, while drawing attention. The grass itched her belly. She peaked over the wall to find her next hiding spot on the way home. None of the other houses had walls. The only cover in between the safety of her home and the current wall was a fallen over fake paper recycling trash can. It was mostly empty with a few scraps of paper left over.
She made a swift pushup and ran down the street. Her strides hit the pavement hard. They made her cheeks tremble with each step. She ran butt naked across the street, where someone could step out of a house at any time. She launched with her legs first into the dumpster. It was a green plastic dumpster, slightly smelly. Her breast was resting on an old newspaper. The print had rubbed off onto her rosy nipple to turn it gray.
Half of a torn porn magazine stuck to the wall of the trash can. White dots covered the photo in the paper. Cum had dried there and stuck to the opposite side of the page. When the page was opened again, the cum drops had ripped it. A black cheerleader was sprawled on her belly saying in a cartoon bubble: "I got my ass torn by a big white dick." A second wave of horniness overcame Riley. The visual stimulation had sent the drug rolling threw her system again. She imagined a real human dick in her ass. Perhaps, her boss Mr. Peters had a dirty fantasy at home, where he dreamed about fucking her ass.
In reality, she had never had anal sex. However, the drug was ravaging her again. She imagined how degrading and powerless it would feel to be fucked in the pooper. Somehow being hidden in a trash can started turning her on. She pulled the lid closed to prepare to hide for a bit longer. She wondered if Toad would volunteer to fuck her in the ass. He had been so horny that day.
She flipped the pages in the porn mag to find the white guy that had fucked the girl. The guy was dressed in a police uniform. His cartoon bubble said that he had to cavity search the girl. The final page of the photo shoot showed a double page close up of her pussy and his penis disappearing in her ebony ass. Her anal sphincter was a dark black ring around the white penis. The page was well worn and doted with white ripped spots. A man must have been using the page to self pleasure himself often.
She rolled up the magazine half with the page facing up. She put the smooth side of the porn magazine roll against her vagina in between her lips. She started pulling the magazine up and down to rub her pubes against it. She wanted to feel a connection to that wanking man. Her moist sex moistened the magazine. The fake paper loosened. Little pieces rolled themselves into tiny sausages that now covered her vagina and inner thighs. She though, "oh fuck, I am covered in dog cum, porn magazine pieces with stale old bachelor cum inside of a trash can."
Riley erupted into an intense orgasm that triggered a chain reaction through her body: her sex spasmed. Her clit pulsated. Her nipples radiated lust. The smell in the trash can overwhelmed her with a dirty turn on. She eased and relaxed into the discarded fake paper. Finally, the drug had worn off.
After a minute to get her head back into the game, she peaked outside. The street was still empty. She made it for a last dash, where she put every last fiber into running faster. She burst through the door. Her heart pounded in fear that her parents may have already come home. She rushed into the bathroom. A worst case would be to surprise her dad taking a dump with her current appearance. The bathroom was empty. She went in the shower. She cleaned herself for an hour or so.
She ate a hearty dinner to console her nerves and went straight for bed. The darkness and blackout that shutting her eyes provided was exactly what she wanted. She fell into a deep slumber soon. A dream immersed. She focused to figure out where she was despite the haziness of the early dream.
There was a public plaza as many European cities have frequently. A mostly empty pedestrian space had a few beautifications. It was a simple plaza, not one of the world famous ones. There was a little fountain with a statue. A little tree grew in a corner inside a metal cage to protect it from vandalism. Numerous chairs and metal tables were laid out in a rectangular pattern. A cafeteria served people lunches on trays.
Riley picked a table to put her tray down. Her saliva taste and fluidity changed to prepare for the meal. She unrolled the utensils from the wrapped around white napkin. Behind her a heavy middle aged man was already half way into his meal. A child interrupted the man. The child begged to get his whole meal for a contribution. At first the man ignored the child. Then, the child became obnoxious in its plea and the man barked loudly at the child to leave.
Riley's integrity tucked on her heart to act. So, Riley turned around. First, she admonished the man for terrifying the child of a stranger. Second, she turned to the child to explain that its insistence had been too much and the demand for the food of the man had been too much. A reasonable plea in a first world country would have been either for a little change or the left over of his food. This was not a third world country, were bands of children would kill for a single fry.
Yet, Riley could not even get half through her explanation, because a man and a woman grabbed one of her arms each. They pulled her to the side. It dawned on Riley that this was a setup by the arch evil. The arch evil had hired a crew of regular criminals to herd the pedestrians of the circle into one spot. On that one spot, he would aim a canyon that would beam all the people into his secret prison in rugged desolate mountains far away.
Riley struggled to prevent the coup or at least save herself. She immediately got her cell phone to dial 911. Yet, the man holding her arm managed to make her finger slip. So, she may have dialed an extra number. Regardless, she tried to yell for help and hoped that the 911 operator would hear it and send the police. In a dream, our real body is paralyzed to avoid thrashing around. Riley panicked so much that she was trying to scream with her real lungs. Yet, those lungs and voice box were paralyzed. So, she failed to scream in her dream. She only struggled more.
Realizing her voice failing, Riley took the utensil knife from the food tray. She attempted to cut the man's skin. Yet, the knife was so dull that it drew no blood at all. Riley still tried to at least struggle so hard with her assailers that she would pull them off the square and out of the cross hair of the beaming canon. All the struggle failed as the canyon was fired. Riley saw blue plasma around her. And, then the sequence of numbers appeared again: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..."
Awake, sweat covered Riley's body. Her muscles felt sore. She got up to clear away the trauma by drinking two large glasses of water. It was still dark outside. She went back to sleep, hoping for a better dream or no dream at all.
When it was time to wake up, Riley glided through the morning routine like a zombie. Zorg was locked away in a broom closet. Her eyes identified the Saturn moons overhead on the way to work. She was ten minutes early today. Mr. Peter still looked at his watch with a frown, yet only told her the assignment. The rest of the lab was again in a closed experiment. Today's job was to clean out more Petri dishes, as she had done on the first day.
She slung into the locker room of the lab. She gave the ever present cameras a stinky finger to let off some steam. Probably, they were all computer analyzed anyway without a human ever watching the footage. She stuffed her clothes in the locker. Today, she wore white panties and bra, so that the milky plastic safety suit would show her underwear less prominently. The sweat and moisture in the suit started building up, while she scrubbed the Petri dishes with hard dried solutions. When it was time for a break, she couldn't wait to tear the sticky plastic garb and sweat drenched underwear off her body.
After she stepped out of the lab shower, she opened her locker. Her clothes were gone. She closed the door again and opened it again. The locker was still empty – a metal shell with a few rust spots and unidentifiable crumbs at the bottom. She checked the next locker. There was a blouse and checkered skirt. A yellow sticky note was pasted on the clothes: "Park fucker, here is your first mission. Wear these clothes without any underwear. Walk over to Toad's office and take dictation."
Riley crumbled for a bit before she crumpled the sticky note into a ball. The skirt was a knee long school girl uniform skirt. The blouse was plain white to finish the school girl outfit. The top three buttons of the blouse had been removed. The highest button was under her boobs. The blouse fell open and showed her cleavage provocatively. The knee high socks and patent leather high heels finished her sexy school girl outfit. If she would have donned pig tails and librarian glasses, she could have modeled in a porno.
Grace is doing the disgraceful with the head held high. Riley stepped into the hallway with her high heels clittery-clattery announcing her imminent arrival. The yellow pad was in front of her chest as a shield. She knocked on Toad's door. He welcomed her in and appreciated the offer to take dictation. He was wearing his white lab code with the Umbrella corporation logo today. Under the coat, he was wearing large black safety shoes. They had a metal toe box to prevent accidentally dropped sharps from cutting his feet. There was not a single Petri dish. Yet, computers were spread out all over the floor and any surface. Cables ran wild. He did the calculations on the DNA.
He cleared a laptop of a little swivel stool for Riley to sit next to him, while he starred into the computer to look up notes and diagrams. Toad smiled for a minute. Then, he disappeared into his science world blabbering words and formulas at Riley to note down. He'd point at the screen occasionally and check her pad. She sometimes misspelled the technical jargon.
When he noted that, he would look up from the notepad on her lap to her face. His eyes on the way up would glance at her boobs. As the top buttons were undone, he could see the top and inner side of her rack. However, because he was directly at the side of her, he could see deep into the space between her skin and the fabric. He could make out that she wore no bra. He tried to look anywhere to keep her thinking that he was not looking. Yet, he took any opportunity to glance into that fissure between her boob and the fabric. On the third try, he though that he could look as deep as to make up her naked nipple. He kept trying to glance that nipple again over and over.
When Riley flipped to the second page, there was another sticky note. She covered it with her hand like a poker player, so that only she could read the note: "Lick your finger. Make it wet with saliva. Then, pretend to clean some stuck dried food from above Toad's lip. Riley moved the sticky note to the back of the pad. She took a deep inhale. Her heart was racing. Her chest trembled. The adrenaline made her breathing so clear. She took another deep inhale.
She stuck her finger in her mouth. She reached over to Toad's lips. He must have smelled her saliva. Toad jumped at first. Riley calmed him down with an explanation: "You have something red stuck from lunch. Let me get it off." She scratched a bit with her finger nail. She rubbed the pad of her index finger pulling his lips into grotesque shapes. They both blushed. Toad held onto the keyboard like a life safer. Riley pulled her finger back: "Good. Continue."
Riley took large, smooth, and even breaths to calm herself down. Toad looked like a teenager with a hot head, who had been cabin cooped. The rhythm of their dictation started taking their mind off the intimate moment. The second page was filled with formulas and diagrams. It was time to flip over to the third page. There was another sticky note. Riley's poker hand covered it again: "Pretend to tell Toad a secret. Lean in and whisper in his ear, so that the warm steam of your mouth tantalizes him. While you do it, put your free hand on his thigh as high as possible."
The jack hammer in Riley's heart was pounding again. The rush of adrenaline sucked the oxygen out of her body. She was breathing large. Toad noticed her agitation. Riley used it to confess, "Toad I have a secret." Riley put her mouth half an inch away from Toad's ear. She cupped her hand around the ear and her mouth. Her other hand intimately rested high on his thigh: "Toad, the other day, in the locker room with Deedee, we were talking. I looked at her and I noticed. Oh, Toad, I am too shy. I will tell you later."
Riley pulled back, brushed her hair into the right position. The confused and excited Toad was silent. He wanted more. He did not dare asking for more. He slowly fumbled his way through his thoughts back to DNA sequencing and the brilliant insight that he dictated to Riley. The colorful photos of DNA helixes were a wonderful distraction. The world of DNA sequencing was safe and not as treacherous as a hot girl coming onto him next to him.
Though, his rambling thoughts only lasted so long before Riley had to turn over to the next page. There was another sticky note. Riley was mad with anger at her blackmailer. She considered for a moment killing every woman on the research base in a wasteful plot to get to her blackmailer. After a moment of glowing eyes, she decided to settle for throwing her pencil in front of her on the floor: "Toad, I am so clumsy. Could you get the pencil for me?"
Toad paused for a moment. He considered that Riley may as well get the pencil herself. He considered that Riley's knees were ajar. How would he pick up the pencil without appearing to look up her skirt, yet still get a glance? He got on his knees. His fingers wrapped around the pencil. He pretended to notice her shoes. He mumbled a compliment. When she thanked him, he looked from her shoes up to her face. In between, his mental camera panned over her skirt. He shot a mental image of her juice thighs getting darker as they went deeper under the skirt. Bang, he saw all the way to the bare crotch. He got up. He replayed the snapshot in his mind a few times.
Toad was distracted. He had to shuffle for a while through papers to get his mind straight. Then, he continued telling Riley the wonderful secrets of gene manipulation. Riley had no clue what she was writing. She was solely focused on keeping track of the progression down the paper, when the next sticky note would come. And, it came with a long and complicated scene description. Riley had to become an actress for this.
"Toad, do you have some water for me to drink?"
"Of course, I have my own water cooler in the office. I will get you a glass."
When Toad handed Riley the glass of water, she intentionally made the glass slip and poured the water over the blouse. Toad politely looked away, as her nipples were showing through the white wet blouse.
"Toad, do my nipples show through the wet blouse? That would be so embarrassing. Can you check?"
Toad cautiously turned his head over his shoulder to take a peak. He swiftly looked away again: "Yes, I am sorry for being such a Klotz."
"Toad, are both nipples showing? Or, only one?"
Toad cautiously turned back to check her. Riley literally pushed her boobs towards him. "Yes, both are clear and evident."
"Toad, please don't look. I am going to take off my blouse to try to rub it dry with some napkins from your lunch."
Toad was left sitting facing away from her, while he imagined his young female blonde co-worker behind his back with her torso naked and exposed. He imagined the shape of her boobs. He imagined her face eagerly brushing napkins on her wet blouse. Riley was not even seriously trying. She only rubbed the fabric vigorously so that Toad could hear her efforts.
"Toad, it is not working. Do you have electrical tape from wiring all those computers?"
"Yes."
"Toad, I have trouble applying the electrical tape to cover my nipples. Could you be a mature gentleman and do it for me?"
Toad turned his whole body back to face Riley, who sat there topless with a puppy eye look on her face. He ripped off an inch of black electrical tape. Riley leaned forward and lifted her left boob with both hands to offer it to Toad. Toad looked at the pink nipples and the perfectly shaped youthful boobs. His eyes switched between looking into the deep gaze of Riley's eyes and her nipple. His fingers caressed the tender boob skin as he applied two stripes of electrical tape to form an X.
When Riley buttoned her blouse back up, she told Toad with a raspy, relaxed, and steamy voice: "Thank you for being a man about it and not starring or fucking me in your mind." She leaned forward and gave a wet kiss on Toad's cheeks. She reached into her blouse to adjust her boobs with her full hand.
"Riley, is this part of the prank that the girls are playing on you? They said something about playing a prank with you?"
"What? Rachel and her gang are behind this?"
"They told me something about you having stolen the vacuum prototype from the lab. And, now they were blackmailing you to do ridiculous things lest they tell Mr. Peter about it."
"Those little sluts!"
"Well, when you left our party the other day, you passed a lot of judgment about our drug habit. They were really hurt and tried to find a way to get back to you. They followed you. I think that they found the vacuum prototype in your house. It is really no big deal. I take work home all the time. Considering the nice little show that you put on with the dictation, I will even cover up for you."
"Oh, you owe me so much for making me come onto you like a dollar hooker."
"Hey, I had no clue. I thought you were clumsy and liked me."
"Seriously! Is your nerd brain missing the social intuition gene?"
"Okay, what can I do to make up for this?"
"Well, you could help me get in touch with my parents."
"There is no communication with the outside world to protect the research intellectual property from theft. Sorry."
"No, they are here on the research station. They are researchers. Their names are..."
"Kiddo, we six are the only people on this research station. Unless Mr. Peter is your dad you are out of luck, because I am surely not your dad. I could not have impregnated a woman at age two!"
"But, what about all the higher levels in the research station? We only work on the base level."
"They are all empty. After the only pilot to the only methane spaceship disappeared, nobody else could be shipped anymore to the station. And, the Umbrella Corporation was too cheap to build a second spacecraft. The sole methane spaceship is docked right on top of this tower for months."
"How could this be?"
"Remember, what I told you about instinctual, implanted memories? If you told me, where you are from I could maybe figure something out. Perhaps, that true memory has been overwritten by the instinctual memory."
"I am so lost."
"Don't be. Simply focus on the here and now. You are here and that's all that matters. Oh, and we should uninstall Zorg. His programming is running out in a day. Bring him in and you get the honor of injecting the uninstall virus!"
Toad and Riley sat in silence. Both of them mulled over the new information. Riley felt cheated by Toad's insinuation about her. Yet, she had serious doubts at her beliefs about reality. Her parents had been AWOL since her arrival without the slightest note. People on the research station had all seemed genuinely surprised at her arrival. Maybe, there was something wrong with her beliefs about reality.
Toad interrupted Riley's rumination with a peace offer. First, Riley was to meet with Toad and the girls in the back of the research tower. That was the only spot without a security camera. They would hold court and she would receive fair judgment for her emotional harm. Second, Riley had to bring Zorg back to the research lab. The uninstall virus had to be administered at once to prevent the Zorg experiment from going into an unstable state. Toad put his large, slightly fatty hand on Riley's shoulder to make her feel that he is going to take care of the situation like a man. Riley shrugged and looked past Toad's face to avoid eye contact with Toad, lest he may look in her eyes and soul. She did not want him observe her sorting out her feelings.
Toad left the room. Riley left through the already open door. Riley solemnly picked up Zorg from the broom closet. Feeling sad about parting with Zort, she was more aware of his differences from a real dog. She did not have to put on a leash. There was not even a leash in the house. Zorg was programmed to obey without exception. Zorg trotted happily behind Riley down the suburban street. She walked around the research tower.
The research tower was a circular tube rising high into the air. At the base were walls like legs that extended out from the research tower in a radial fashion. It made the tower look a little bit like a rocket with wings at its based. Those wing walls were meant to stabilize the tower during storms. There were two such fins that were particularly close to each other. In between was a gap that was well shielded from the tower entrance. Toad had proposed that there was no security camera either.
The girls were already there. Rachel stood tall dominating with black hair falling down her figure. Her arms were hanging down. Her body expressed a feeling of being a benched princess ruler. She wore all black almost gothic clothes today. Her black jeans had long black strings running along the sides to tie the jeans together. Her black t-shirt had the imprint of a raging Hindu goddess. The imprint was made of sparkling silver.
Ines stood next to her. Her hair was red. It stood like a triangle on her top. She was a head shorter than Rachel. The green top reflected her green eyes. The pattern on her shirt was long green lines, kind of like grass. It made you want to get closer to her, so did her warm smile on her thin lips. Her hand waved a shy hi, while her arm tried to stay as close to her body as possible.
Deedee followed next. She was short and her blonde hair long. Her mouth was a horizontal line drawn by bright red lipstick. The top of her eye lid was painted sky blue. A puffy white dress with a thin golden belt around her waist draped her. She wore sandals that showed her blue painted toe nails. Her fierce face made her look ugly. Her fist at the side of her was as clenched as her jaw.
Toad was the lumbering homebody standing in between the two parties. His belly was soft and sloppy. He had a big smile like a preacher on his face. His head cocked higher, trying to muster attention and transcend the sagging appearance of his body. His arms reached out tow both sides of the party to calm them. He said that all fair judgment would rule today and heal the fissure in their little community. A small crime had been committed against the girls by Riley's judgmental departure. A large crime had been committed against Riley by their harsh prank. Both were going to be settled now.
Riley's rash departure had left the girls feeling rejected and judged for their drug habit. Riley had thrown sand onto the warm hospitality that was offered. The only fit judgment for Riley's behavior would be to receive clear and traditional treatment for social disgrace: to be spat in the face. Each girl would get to spit into Riley's face exactly once and not more. And, then they had to bury the entire grudge against Riley.
Rachel, as the leader, stepped forward swiftly. Her tall slender body cocked back a little. Her mouth puckered. A long clear-white line of spit darted smack on the center of Riley's face. The spit covered her nose and one eye. Any lama would have been proud at the shot. Toad quickly stepped forward to keep Riley from wiping her face until the punishment had been rendered in full.
Deedee stepped forward with measured steps. She hissed, 'get on your knees, bitch, you are too tall for me.' The dazed Riley kneeled in front of the short blonde haired monster. Deedee stepped inches close to ensure hitting her target. Riley's face was right in front of Deedee's boobs. Deedee's boobs were behind the white dress that ruffled around the boobs. Riley's head was slightly tilted up to see Deedee's face. Deedee hissed her throat to get all the green, sticky spit out of the back of her throat. Her face moved over Riley's face. She let a stream of yellow-green sticky spit pour onto Riley's face. Deedee laid the line across her cheek and forehead. Deedee stepped back with much satisfaction.
Ines brushed against Deedee as she stepped forward. Ines smiled: "Riley, I hope to touch your boobs one day, because you are so cute. So, the only spit that you get from me is a warm kiss on your cheek." Ines stepped to Riley's side and set a sweet peck on the spit free cheek. Ines batted her eye lashes and stepped back into the line of girls.
"Okay, with that out of the way, you girls have been way out of line with Riley. The only proper punishment is the fist. Riley gets one punch for each girl. Riley can decide the correct punch for each of you. A fist to the eye will leave a public mark for days. A hook on the chin can knock out the girl. A jab to a sensitive spot can deal horrible pain and agony. It is up to Riley's digression without question to choose the proper form of punishment."
"What hurts the most?"
"Well, take it to the guts. Aim a little to the side. The abdominal muscles in the center absorb a lot of the blow. So, you want to aim off center to drive the knuckles straight into the gut."
Without hesitation, Riley stepped forward, eyed Rachel at intimate distance, and drove her knuckles into the side of Rachel's stomach. "This is what you get for leading them into this." While everyone's face formed a silent 'oh,' Rachel was completely motionless for one second, two seconds. Then, her face broke into deep pain. She collapsed to the floor into a ball. Rachel's head landed on Riley's feet with her lips unintentionally kissing her foot. Riley starred into the distance, relishing the knowledge of the rolled up mess of black pain at her feet.
Riley shrugged Rachel of her feet. She stepped in front of Deedee with a cautious distance. Riley kicked of her shoes. She measured Deedee again: "The only thing that you deserve is to be crushed by my stinky, sweaty feet like a cockroach." Riley did the split standing up and knocked her bare foot onto Deedee's nose and mouth to have a little whiff. Deedee stepped back spitting the taste out and rubbing her face.
"You may be my only friend in this group. So, I will have mercy on you as you had on me," said Riley. She asked Ines to lean forward and pull down her pants. Ines was wearing a thin g-string. Even though the g-string was not in the way, Riley still pulled the strings down and over her ass for humiliation. Riley took a moment to look at Ines' sex was protruding behind as two mounds with a black line in between. Riley slapped Ines ass with a lout thud, yet soft pain. Ines smiled a little bit at the sexual nature of her penalty.
Toad reached his arms out and waved with his fingers to initiate a group hug. Now that all hidden animosity had surfaced and been expressed, it was time to leave it behind, and become friends. The huddled in a group hug. Reservations and grudges were held at first. Yet, the presence of the other body on the skin made them give up the thoughts of resentment. Their inner focus became mindful of what body parts they were feeling: Riley's thigh, Ines' boobs, Toad's head, and Rachel's fingers on a belly. Hands, elbows, and behinds started exploring the other bodies. Oops, that was Deedee's boob. Oh, that hip was the whole time on Toad's pecker already!
After five minutes, they had to stop the love fest. Uninstalling the artificial DNA in Zorg was important. They walked through the front entrance of the research tower. Ines was secretly holding the thumb of Riley as they walked. Mr. Peter was already waiting with a clipboard ready to start the lab work. He wore a checkered comfy t-shirt today. The woman next to him was dressed as a sharp business woman. Her blonde hair was tightly pulled back and rolled in a bun. Plenty of hair product had been applied to force every strand of hair into the right place. Her makeup had sharp lines. Her heels were black and high. She was wearing a short gray pin striped business suit. Her shins and knees were bare with completely unblemished and freshly shaven skin.
Mr. Peter introduced her as Beth, vice president from the umbrella corporation. Riley whispered to Toad that he had claimed the shuttle wouldn't fly. Toad whispered back that they played along with all mysterious arrivals, unless they did something dangerous or foolish. Beth made decisive strides to Riley: "I have been told that you are the caretaker of Zorg. Go ahead and prepare for the experiment."
Ines pulled Riley by the hand out of the gaggle of people. Ines led Riley down the hall with the bare floor to an unlabeled door. Behind the door was another locker room. There was a white table in the center. The table had a white plastic padding like a table to change diapers. Along the outside of the room were two low wooden benches to undress. There were metal lockers behind the benches.
"Riley, the lab room to handle live viruses has to be completely clean off any kind of DNA. There are a ton of bacteria on your skin living of the oil of skin. Even the sterile lab security uniforms still have bacterial residue. To enter the top security lab, you have to enter a lock. In the lock, you are showered very intensely. When you are done, a latex suit is molded straight onto your body. The latex has been sterilized with high heat, moments before it is sprayed on you."
"The latex will dry quickly on your body. It will dry around body hair. If any body hair gets trapped in the latex, it is very painful to get the suit off. So, I will give you a really tidy Brazilian wax now. Get your clothes off and hop onto the table."
Zorg sat patiently next to the door with a wagging tail. Riley stripped out of her clothes. Ines wiped down the white table with a green alcohol solution. Each wipe left a moist stain that would evaporate within seconds. Riley hopped her naked butt on the plastic pad. She felt a little bit like being a little kid again and playing doctor.
Ines' face glowed happiness. Ines' hand touched Riley's shoulder to guide her onto her back. She instructed Riley to bend her knees on to her chest. Riley held the soles of her feet with her outstretched arms in the yoga pose called 'happy baby.' Ines inspected Riley's sex, the labia, the hair, the color of the skin, the amount that the inner labia peaked past the outer labia, the length of the pubic hair stubble. A little stick stirred a jar of liquid sugar, while Ines' gaze was still on her target.
The yellow liquid paste was carefully spooned on Riley's pubic zone and around her asshole. Ines pulled the little stick across the paste on the skin to distribute it more evenly. Then, the white stripes of paper were carefully pressed onto the yellow. Riley started wincing in anticipation of the pain of ripping the strips off. Ines cooed Riley and assured her that she had a technique to soothe the pain.
Ines thumb kept rhythmically pressing down on the paper strips like a cat kneading a blanket with its paws. Riley's body released the tension of holding the stomach tight. When Ines noted a glimmer of shiny moisture between Riley's labia lips, she accidentally touched Riley's clitoris on purpose. She went back to petting the paper strips and then slipped her thumb accidentally on Riley's clitoris again. As she felt the confusion brewing in Riley's mind, she announced that the ten minutes for the sugar drying had passed.
With a quick flick the first paper strip was ripped off. A patch of stubble clung to the paper strip. Riley screamed. Ines' hand pressed down on Riley's pubic bone and massaged it in a circle. Riley's body relaxed again without objecting to the sexual stimulation. Ines ripped the second paper strip. Riley jumped two inches of the table in agony. Ines hand swiftly pushed down on Riley's pubes again. This time, her hand was a little lower and covered her clitoris as well.
After the final paper strip, Riley's hip was vibrating. Her legs were shaking. It was mostly from holding the legs up. Ines tried to figure out, how much of it was hidden sexual pleasure, while she savored holding Riley's moist sex one last time. Riley's eyes were gazing onto her own toe in focus. With longing, Ines had to let go.
Ines carefully looked over Riley's body to catch the little hairs on the back of Riley's toes, the barely visible fuzz on Riley's forearm. All the while, Riley lay back. Her eyes were closed. She felt little shivers tremor across her body, when Ines finger tips touched her body. Ines finger tips walked over Riley's body slowly and methodically. Riley secretly longed for touches in certain spots. Riley relished having her boobs pushed a little to the side, so that Ines could see the hair in her arm pit.
The brewing intimacy between the girls came to an end, as it was time to step into the lock. Ines opened a sliding glass door. Behind the glass door was a cube like room. The floor was completely even plastic. The walls were bottom to ceiling glass. There was not a single crack or uneven spot that could have accumulated dirt. Mr. Peter, Toad, Deedee, Rachel, and Beth were looking into through a glass window. They were eager to see Riley step forward.
"Bye, bye, sweetheart," said Ines as she waved to the naked Riley stepping into the lock and in front of the crowd. The door slid closed behind Riley with a swish. Riley looked out at the spectators of her nakedness. Toad's head was facing down at a computer screen. It was the control station for the cleaning fixtures. A nozzle moved towards Riley. The nozzle was attached to long metal pipes with motor driven joints. The nozzle tilted towards the floor. A jet of water gushed out onto the floor.
Toad's hand motioned Riley to touch the water. Riley leaned forward and slipped her open hand into the stream of water. She used her thumb up and down to negotiate the proper temperature with Toad. When she gave Toad the a-ok sign with the thumb and index finger forming a circle, the nozzle moved again. The nozzle gently moved up the back of one leg to avoid startling her. The nozzle kept moving higher across her thigh, butt, back onto the head. There the nozzle started a top down washing pattern.
A second nozzle on long metal pipes appeared. It sprayed an orange soap fluid on Riley's body. The orange soap fluid reacted with the water to start bubbling into white wads of foam. The bubbling was tingling like champagne bubbles on the tongue. It was definitely pleasureful. Yet, Riley attempted to maintain a serious and professional face in front of the audience.
A third nozzle on long white painted metal pipes appeared. This nozzle had a built-in microscope. It followed the first nozzle, as the first nozzle washed down the fluffy bubbles. Beth stepped next to Toad to intently watch the microscopic camera. The microscopic camera's purpose was to detect remnant colonies of bacteria on Riley's skin. Beth had her arms cross in front of her blouse and jacket. Beth pointed on the screen. Toad moved the water nozzle back onto Riley's boobs.
Beth said something to Toad. With each word muttered, the pressure of the water jet grew harder. The water jet pressed a crater into Riley's boob. Every time, the stream passed over Riley's nipples, Riley gasped from her sensitivity being thus triggered. It grew evident that Beth was enjoying this treatment.
Next Beth complained to Toad about fecal matter being left from the last toilet visit at Riley's anus. Toad obeyed and sent the water nozzle and microscope nozzle to Riley's behind. The water stream pierced in between Riley's butt cheeks. At first, Riley felt uncomfortable about the million nerve ending around her butt hole being stimulated. Then, the water stream was firmly aimed into the center of her anal sphincter. The pressure on the nuzzle built up, until the anal muscles were penetrated by warm and relaxing water. Riley gulped and jumped forward.
The nuzzle followed her, while remaining squarely aimed on her ass. Riley mustered her discipline and remained in one spot. The water jet pushed more water inside of her. There was a built up of pressure inside of her. It became somewhat painful. Then, she had a rash impulse to push it out. And, all the water gushed out against the jet. The audience was a bit dazed. Deedee volunteered to get something from her office that she had forgotten. Beth smiled with the accomplishment of a business tycoon having transformed an orphanage into an office tower.
Toad sighed and brought out a fourth nozzle. The nozzle circled around Riley in a swift and dizzying rush. Hot air blew out of the nozzle. Pearls of water ran away from the nozzle across Riley's skin. Riley was to don a helmet with rebreather. Otherwise still naked, the next nozzle sprayed a thin layer of sterile mineral lubrication on Riley's body. This was to insulate the skin from the latex. The final nozzle sprayed white liquid latex on Riley's body. Layer after layer of latex was sprayed on Riley. Everyone in the audience participated in pointing out missed spots on her body: A little triangle at her lower back, a thin sliver at her heel, and a weak patch on her knee.
Riley turned around her axis once more for everyone to look up and down her body. Then, Zorg got his wash. Because Zorg was lab designed, he could withstand scalding hot water without pain. Steam filled up the room as Zorg was sterilized with boiling water. Beth hit the large button that opened the sliding glass door into the lab. Riley stepped into the lab. Zorg followed her.
It was the same lab, where Rachel had conducted her mushroom to rat experiment. The broken equipment had only been thrown out and not replaced. The desks looked half empty. An empty desk had already the syringe with uninstall virus prepared on a sterile towel. Riley made Zorg jump on the table. She squeezed the excess air out of the syringe. Then, she stabbed Zorg swiftly with it and pushed the liquid into Zorg's muscle. Riley cautiously made a few steps back and got a desk in between her as an obstacle as well. The audience was silent and did not dare blinking.
For a few seconds nothing happened. Then, Zorg's eyes looked ghostly. He slumped over. The torso of Zorg hit the desk, as if he had died. Perhaps, he had died. The smooth white fur with the three orange-brown patches turned into red meat. The pile of meat kept growing until strings of meat were hanging down the desk. At the back a small patch of pink skin formed. The patch grew and kept growing. The red meat shaped itself into an organism again with arms and legs. It was a naked young man with beautifully sculptured muscles!
The audience screamed in a single voice: "Zorg!" The young man slowly came to his senses. The back muscles moved and bulged, when he pushed himself to a sitting position. When he realized that he was naked and in mixed company, he quickly covered his front and behind and raced to hind behind a desk. Ines screamed over the intercom: "This is Zorg, our missing pilot!"
The human version of Zorg cowered behind a desk. His body was ashamed of his nakedness. His face sent happy smiles to the crowd outside to welcome back the friends. Riley present mindedly got the to napkin sized towel, where the syringe had been lying. She unfolded the layers and handed it to Zorg. Covered his nether region with the Speedo sized thin towel. He approached the microphone to talk to the people outside.
"I had an accident. I slipped. Something sharp had poked me. Next thing I was a dog like vacuum. Boy did the hunger gene make me constantly hungry. I kept eating every bit of dust that I could find. So, I searched the abandoned houses for dust, dirt, and leftovers, when Riley found me. When she mysteriously knew my name and called me Zorg, I thought that she would free me soon. However, she kept me like a pet."
"Oh, the jumping part was the best, the view from the edge of space down on Titan was marvelous, the canyons, the curvature of the planet... I will tell you all about it. However, I want to get out of this lab and into some real clothes!"
Zorg lead the way to the lock. His strong butt cheeks concaved at the sides with steps and the fibers of his muscles showed. Riley followed enamored by their play. The lab door locked with a swoosh behind them. Zorg helped Riley rip the latex connection between the helmet and her body suit. Then, he tore down the latex wrapping from her body his strong manly hands. Riley was sweaty and oily underneath the latex.
Toad stirred the shower nozzles out of the resting position towards Riley and Zorg. Riley was eager to get out of this naked situation. She raised her arms to help clean faster and twisted her body around aiming untouched spots at the nozzle. Zorg watched her naked soapy body move around. Then it was his turn. Beth insisted that he throw the towel in the corner and stop covering his privates with his hands, so that he could be properly cleaned and disinfected.
The two finished the scrub down. They stepped through the glass door into the locker room. Toad was waiting on Zorg with a white lab coat. The lab coat was barely long enough to cover Zorg's butt and genitals. He definitely looked naked like that, perhaps like a risqué calendar boy for November. The blonde business suit Beth was there as well. Beth waited with restrained until Riley slipped back into her clothes. Then, she ordered Zorg and Riley to follow her into her office.
It was the firs time that Riley or anybody had been to the second floor. At the corner of the hallway, Beth opened the door to her claimed office. Her legs were long and elegant with the black high heels, when she stepped to the side for Zorg and Riley to step in front of her. She closed the door behind them and send the two with authority to sit down on the simply chairs in front of her desk.
Beth took a seat in a large comfy chair behind the desk and seized the two up. Aside from the desk, there was an area for more casual conference. There was a coffee table surrounded by two low couches. Turned over empty white porcelain coffee cups rested on the table next to packs of instant coffee. Zorg gazed out of the window. He was still amazed how differently everything looked with his human eyes. Everything was sharper. And, he could see colors better in the green to red range. The vision as a dog had been rather yellowish-bluish.
"You my sweet hearts are the proof of concept for a new type of sex toy. You proofed that you could have sex in your changed shapes and profoundly enjoyed it. We will make more of you guys."
"So, you will create an army of erotic living toys and humans will stop making love to each other?"
"I am not after market share and profits. I am after world domination. We will make the fantasies of the world's leader come true. We will get them to come to one location for the world's greatest orgy. And, then we will supplant or kill them all. It is that simple. Watch!"
Beth pressed a button on the desk phone: "Deedee, please come to my office now."
Minutes later, Deedee cautiously knocked on the door and entered timidly. Beth waved Deedee to stand by the window and count the suburban houses outside. Meanwhile, Beth slid open a desk drawer and silently picked up a syringe. Beth walked up behind the counting Deedee. She put a hand around Deedee's throat from behind. The shocked Deedee froze. Beth injected Deedee's shoulder with the syringe.
Beth sat back in her chair to watch Deedee stumble, approach the desk, beg for help and fall. Deedee's hand fell on the desk, when phase two kicked in. Deedee's body turned blue as if she was suffocating. The blue turned darker and more vivid until it looked artificial. Her butt and breasts grew to melon shape size that exploded her clothing. Her head grew larger. Her features simplified into a cartoon like character.
"I smurf strange. Oh, my clothes are smurfed!"
Deedee looked like the human interpretation of smurfette, the blonde female smurf, a cartoon figure. Beth opened another desk drawer. She got a pile of white clothes out and threw it at Deedee: "Put that on." Deedee followed like an obedient dog. Her psychology had been altered by the DNA as well. She stood naked for a moment with her blue boobs, belly, arms, legs, and hands. Then, she donned the white fake cotton mini skirt and the white tube like top that covered her breast. The tube like top was skimpy to barely reach from the top of her breast to the bottom. And, at the bottom, the fabric was frayed. The bottom was hanging away from her body to suggest. It suggested that one would be able to see her boobs from below.
Beth pressed a button on the phone again: "Mr. Peter, please report to the vice president's office immediately." Mr. Peter huffed, "yes, ma'am." Two minutes later, his forceful knock was heard. He entered. He was a bit taken aback by the sight of smurfette and put his hands in his pocket. Then, he firmly stared into Beth's eyes to avoid looking at smurfette.
"Please, fuck smurfette. That's what you have been dreaming about for two decades. I have read your diary. Don't be bashful. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Fuck her now or never. Pick your favorite position and get on. We will be here and watch."
Mr. Peter made a tentative step into smurfette's direction. He looked at her yellow hair. He carefully gazed at the blue of her skin. Beth's hands flicked Mr. Peter to already get started. Mr. Peter hastened all the way to smurfette. He made her bend forward and place her chest on the back of the coach. He got on his knees to taste her sex from behind. He had to taste, what smurfette tasted like. The pussy juice was artificially engineered to include a hint of raspberry and pineapple. It tasted so good that he sucked her pussy hard. Then, he slipped his tongue all the way across her labia to catch every last drop of her moistness.
He stood up and opened his zipper. He got his penis out. The pants slipped a bit beneath his butt. He dove his penis straight into smurfette's cooch. His torso was erect, yet he reached forward to grab a large and firm breast from smurfette with one hand. He went on to rhythmically ram himself inside of her. His belly was wobbling. His shirt was flying. And, his pants slowly slid towards the ground.
After two minutes of wild romping, Beth got up and walked to smurfette's head. She tapped onto smurfette's head in a rhythm: short – short- short –long. Mr. Peter's movement abruptly stopped. Mr. Peter frantically tried to get his dick out of smurfette. Instead, he only ended up pulling smurfette off the back of the coach. As smurfette lost her support, she fell to the ground. The stuck Mr. Peter fell on top of her. The two tried to scramble back standing with four legs and four arms pushing in different directions.
"Yes, build in pussy cuffs are very effective. Imagine a world leader trying to sneak out of a conference room to seek help without being seen and cause a scandal. A hundred pounds hanging off your dick is a lot more effective then balls and chains, especially when they are so pretty."
Beth bent elegantly down to squat on her high heels. Then, she steadied herself with one hand and leaned forward to whisper a secret word into smurfette's ear. Smurfette relaxed and Mr. Peter pulled out his penis. They both sat on the floor. Beth elegantly stood up without wobbling her high heels or loosing balance. She strutted towards the door.
"You guys are free for now. Tomorrow, we leave on the shuttle to take over the world. Mr. Peter feel free to finish your fuck. You better hurry, Beth's virus is advanced. Her virus has the uninstall virus built in. You have another ten minutes left before she turns back into Deedee."
Mr. Peter did not loose a moment. He pushed smurfette face down on the ground and humped her from behind. Zorg and Riley gingerly stepped around the two and left the office as well. Beth was already down the hallway and away.
"Zorg, I barely know you, but we have to save the world! We have to stop Beth!"
"Only Rubin can help us. You have seen the photo in the hallway of the disappeared head scientist. He is my best friend. I know where he is hiding. He has run away from it all. He is hiding in the atmospheric station. It is the station at the top of the crater that keeps the inversion layer stable to trap the oxygen down here. We don't have much time. Let's go."
Zorg took Riley's hand and guided her out of the research tower. They walked to the end of the suburban road, where the yellow-brown Titan desert started. There was a faint dirt path. The sun was already lowering. In the distance, Riley could see the crater wall. There was a path of switchbacks chiseled into the rock. At the tope of the path was a white dome shaped building, the atmospheric station.
They walked silently, because they were rushing themselves to walk at the edge of becoming out of breath. Thick sweat was pouring down their foreheads and temples. Dark spots collected on their clothes. As they neared the crater wall, the clumps of soil lining the path became larger. Riley had kicked a small one early on. It crumbled effortlessly. Some of the larger ones later only had a fragile surface, yet the inside was hard packed like rock.
When the switch back started, Riley got to see under Zorg's lab coat with every step onto a large rock that Zorg took. The butt was firm. The penis and balls dangled softly. The scrotum was fully relaxed and let the balls hang down in pouches. Riley was tempted to reach forward and touch the eye candy in front of her eyes. Then, she stopped.
"Zorg, do you have memories of what we did together, when you were still a vacuum cleaner?"
"Yes, Riley. I remember licking you and putting my penis inside of your. It felt so good. Oh, and rest assured, the part that was making love to you was the human part. They mixed up dog DNA, synthetic vacuum DNA, and my actual human DNA. The human DNA was needed to give the vacuum cleaner personality. I swear to you only the human part was the one that made love to you."
"So, are we lovers?"
"Let's save our lives and the world first. You are very cute, though."
After a moment, Zorg turned to face the path again. He marched on. The path was a narrow dirt path with steep drop offs and jagged crusted Titan soil. The crater wall was vertical. The sight down to the research station showed the suburban road and houses tiny. An eerie feel of altitude was present. A little dawn wind tussled the bottom hem of Zorg's white lab coat that barely covered his tight butt. Riley followed with energetic step and a pumping hard. The Saturn moon Rhea had risen and painted the path ahead in a bright white light.
Their heads finally raised above the plateau of the top of the crater. A plain was visible. It only had a few head sized rocks to catch the eye. Otherwise it was barren, except for the atmospheric station. The atmospheric station was a blocky concrete structure with a metal dome. There were no windows, signs, or embellishments, only a double wide blast proof door. The urgency of their visit and the surreal light of the moon set an out of the ordinary mood.
Zorg pushed down the handle to the door. The door opened. A wide open machine room contained large objects of simple geometry. A lying cylinder was probably a power turbine. Two standing cylinders probably contained liquefied gases to balance the atmosphere. A second floor metal galley overlooked the machine room. A simple foldout desk with an open notebook computer served to control the station. A white door with a round golden handle posted a white sign 'por senioras y senores – wash your hands.' A Mexican hat dangled off the bathroom sign.
"So, you finally came to kill me. I have been waiting stuck on this planet with nowhere to go."
"Rubin, it is me Zorg. Oh, and this is Riley. We need your help."
A pale, blond-haired, young man lifted the head out of a maintenance shaft. He had a milk boy face with pale red lips. He lifted his hands out of the maintenance shaft. Both hands clutched a Browning Hi-Power and pointed the black 9 millimeter single action shooter towards Zorg. The short sleeves of the blue t-shirt exposed the long, slender, and skinny arms of a computer worker. The left hand pulled the hammer back on the completely black pistol.
Zorg waved his arms wide and low to dissuade Rubin. Riley placed her fingers in her mouth and froze, while pushing her knees together. Rubin's trigger finger began trembling. Zorg coughed and swallowed as he struggled with his throat trying to talk. Rubin's trigger finger trembled more intensely. Riley squatted on the ground holding her hands over her ears. Rubin's trigger finger pulled out of the trigger and rested against the shaft of the pistol. Rubin's other hand released the cocked hammer. Rubin threw the gun on the ground: "They don't even let me do this." The sound of fabric rubbing against smooth concrete was heard. Rubin had probably slipped onto the ground.
Zorg ran towards the maintenance shaft, while ducking. Riley tailed him like little ducklings follow the mother duck. Half a set of concrete steps and a round metal railing lead into the maintenance shaft. Rubin sat against the wall with his legs sprawled out wide in a V. He was wearing black jeans and black construction worker boots. His gaze was desolately straight ahead. Rubin did not even blink, when Zorg joined him.
"What is going on? Why are you trying to shoot me? Why are you hiding here anyway?"
"Zorg, we are not alone here. We are so far from alone as one could be on a warm summer Saturday on Times Square. We were so wrong about this being a desolate moon. It is overrun by aliens. It is aliens!"
"Start at the beginning."
Rubin's hand scraped across the dark concrete floor. He moved the dirt together until he had a little mound of yellow-brown soil dirt. He pinched the dirt with his fingers. He lifted it up to Zorg's astonished face. Then, he spat on the dirt. The dirt turned into mud.
"These are thousands of aliens. We only looked at the dry under the electron microscope, when we did our preliminary analysis. We thought that Titan could be settled. If you add a little water, the soil particles become alive. Without water, the single cell organisms turn into crusty cysts. They go into a dormant state. Add a little water and they become alive."
"The fascinating thing about the Titan aliens is that they are super intelligent. They may be only a single cell. Yet, that single cell is so much smarter than we human beings. At any moment, when you are conscious and awake, you are only in control of a few things in your body. You point your eyes somewhere. You say some things with your mouth. Yet, your heart keeps pumping, your stomach keeps churning. That's what you control subconsciously."
"Beyond the subconscious part of your body, there are a lot of things that you are not even aware of. You don't know what every single cell in your body is doing. You just dump adrenaline and other hormones into your blood. And, all the cells like individuals follow your orders."
"No imagine these single cell Titan aliens are so extremely intelligent that they can take conscious control of your body. Everything that you do subconsciously, they do fully consciously. Their mind is so broad that they could be completely aware off and in control of every single cell in your body. Your body has a bout 100 trillion cells. Those aliens could decide exactly which of those cells should produce a single atom of adrenaline."
"It is so funny that back on earth we consider dirt as dumb and inanimate. The Titan aliens are so advanced that they cannot fathom that we have any intelligence. They use us as primitively as we use dirt on planet earth – a simple thing to step on."
"Imagine that soil on earth were given ears and a mouth to speak. We still could not converse with dirt, because dirt is so endlessly dumb in comparison to us. Dirt does not even begin to have concepts like language and meaning. The Titan aliens are so far advanced that they cannot talk to us either, because we lack even the most primitive concepts to express anything meaningful to them."
"This idiot Toad started using the Titan soil as dope. A single grain of Titan soil is a single alien, which is enough for a person to become a puppet to that single cell. Toad got people to take grams of Titan soil. The rush of Titan aliens in a power struggle to take control of the human being caused the side effects of hallucination and erotic prowess that Toad cherished."
"Even he is a fool, the outcome was inevitable. A single particle of Titan soil getting inhaled would land it in the moist nostrils or lungs. The moisture would awaken the alien out of its cystic sleep. A water drop left on a tomato after cleaning would be a welcome landing spot for Titan soil. A single particle of Titan soil activated by the drop of water could take over the tomato."
"We are all Titan alien puppets. We only didn't notice, because for the most part, they don't interfere with us. They let us do, whatever we normally do. We are simply meaningless to their goals like dirt on mother earth is to our daily lives. We let the dirt lie on the ground and go about our business."
"However, if we act against their goals, they control us. I have come here to the atmospheric station to trigger the emergency protocol – blow up everything. Yet, I am unable to push the button. I was unable to pull the trigger to kill you. The Titan aliens have a purpose. I expected that they sent you to finally kill me, so that I could no longer struggle to stop their plan."
"Obviously, as a mere human, I cannot expect to understand their plans. It is simply puzzling, why a moon would consist entirely of aliens. This planet solely consists of the Titan dirt. These are googols of Titan aliens. Imagine the overcrowded conditions of a plant that solely consisted of human beings, no ground to stand on, no food to eat, no tools to play with. Is this a kind of prison planet and the good aliens are alive in a far away world? I have no clue, what they could be up to."
The three had sprawled out in the maintenance shaft. They were sitting on the cold and bare floor with there legs stretched out white. The metal body of the turbine was above them. The maintenance shaft was meant to reach the underside of the turbine. Rubin played with the Browning in between his legs. Riley was solemn. She listened to the science talk that was a little bit over her head. Zorg's head was red from intense thinking. His eyes darted the room with Brownian motion. His gazes darted around like fly flying in a random self reversing pattern.
"Rubin, I think that I know what they are up to. That's why we are here. A woman appeared out of nowhere. She says that she is called Beth and was a vice president of Umbrella Corporation. However, if what you say is true, she could merely be a piece of grass. She could be a piece of grass that was water. A Titan alien landed on a water drop. The Titan alien took control of the grass, changed the DNA, and transformed it into Beth."
"We know that Beth has evil plans. She wants to take over the world. Beth wants to kill or control all the world leaders. She is trying to take a few of us and turn us into irresistible sex toys. She designs creatures specifically for the kinky, secret desires of people. That's how she wants to lure the world leaders into her control. Funny, our research station is called honey pot, like the bait to catch a bear."
Riley's eyes were wide open. She rattled Zorg's arm with both her hands in fear. Zorg tried to shrug her off instinctively, as he was unable to clearly think with her pulling him.
"Zorg, we have to run away. We have to run for planet Earth. We have to escape Beth. We have to warn the world. We have to save the world. Zorg, you are a pilot. Let's fly away."
Rubin laughed sarcastically, yet was too desolate to explain his thoughts. He weakly let his head roll over to Zorgs direction.
"Zorg, I will die soon. There is no place to run for me. I have merely been left alive, because I was a pawn unimportant to the chess game. As a dead man, I have one last wish. I have never felt another man's penis. I am not gay. I am simply so curious, what it feels like. I have often wondered, if another man's penis feels like mine to touch. I have often wondered, if the pleasure that I can give to myself, I can give to another penis. Please, Zorg let me see and touch your penis."
Zorg looked at the floor for a bit. Then, he pushed his body weight on his arms to move his butt sideways across the rough concrete. His naked bottom had left a v-shaped wet stain on the concrete. Zorg sitting now side by side with Rubin lifted his white lab coat to show his sex. The flaccid penis was hanging casually over the sack with two balls. Rubin peaked intently at the arrangement. Rubin observed the foreskin across the penis and how the foreskin ended in a circle with rumpled skin. He looked at the hairs the stood out of the balls like crooked weeds. He looked at the crinkles that were tightly packed next to each other and ran across the scrotum. He watched how slowly out of their own power, the left ball shifted as the scrotum loosened a bit.
Rubin pushed his own pants and underwear down to mid thigh. He held his own penis in his hand. His penis had light pink highlights. Zorg's penis had dark brown highlights. Both penises had a few sun spots that were stretched into an oval shape over the skin. Rubin cautiously reached for Zorg's penis to feel the smooth skin. He pinched the penis down with his thumb. Zorg's penis really felt like jell-o in the flaccid state, just like his own penis.
Rubin pulled back on the foreskin slowly and carefully. The skin penis head was slightly moist. That made the foreskin stick to the head. Pulling the foreskin back looked like pulling wet sticky dough apart. The smooth penis head with the pee hole showed now clearly. This is a king of the penis. It looks the most lustrous and is the center of sexual pleasure.
Rubin grabbed the whole penis mindfully and firmly. He wanted to feel what it was like to hold another man's penis, if it felt as powerful as it felt holding his own penis. He could feel Zorg's penis slowly stiffening and growing in his palm. He enjoyed the feeling for a moment. He gave Zorg time to deal with his queasiness of getting hard, while a man was touching his penis.
Then, Rubin's curiosity took over. He leaned forward on his elbows to smell the penis and the balls. In his youth, when the first homo had hit on him, he had smelled a vile smell from the man that he had assumed to come from their erect penises. Zorg's penis smelled good and fresh, a little bit flowery from the soap.
With Rubin's face so close to Zorg's penis, Rubin had to taste. So, he carefully stuck his pointed tongue out. The tip of the tongue touched Zorg's penis. The taste could only be described as penis taste. So, often had he wondered what a penis would taste like. He wasn't attracted to other men's penises. He wanted to know, what his penis tasted like. Yet, as he is unable to get his mouth on his own penis, tasting Zorg's penis is the closest thing to tasting his own penis.
The little tip of his tongue on Zorg's penis discovered how smooth the penis skin is. Rubin was intrigued to sample it. He had often watched the girls go down on him. He had watched her large mouth wrapped around his penis. He had waited for the doggie eyes to look up at him, while continuing to service him. While he had relished the pleasure, he had secretly wondered, what it would feel like to feel a cock in his mouth as well.
Rubin gave into his intrigue. He opened his mouth. His lips wrapped around the head of Zorg's penis. He pushed his face further down toward the crotch. He only got an inch and a half past the penis head. He was surprised how quickly his mouth had filled and how much penis was left out in the cold. He closed his mouth around Zorg's penis. Now, he tongue started exploring and feeling its way around the penis. Zorg's penis was completely hard by now. Zorg was giving into the pleasure of a moist warm cave around his penis with queasy reservation.
Rubin's research fever got the better of him. He wanted to find out, how deep he could take the cock down his throat. Would he be able to suppress his gag reflex? Without warning. He moved his head closer to Zorg's crotch. The penis entered his mouth. He felt the head of the mouth pushing against the back of his throat. A sensation of pulling traveled down to his stomach. He took a breath to tell his body that it was okay to feel the stomach so intensely.
His eyes cried a bit. Yet, he was proud and happy to ride on the first wave of gag reflex. So, he kept moving his mouth further down. To kiss the pubic bone was the cherished goal. That goal was so close in front of his eyes. Yet, he knew that it might be impossibly out of his reach. His stomach started pumping. The gag reflex had kicked in. He moved his teeth involuntarily. Iron determination kept his head in the same position, while his body struggled against Zorg's penis is Rubin's throat.
Rubin simply had to give up and pull back. He neatly licked up the copious saliva that his body had instantly created. Rubin wondered what to do next. Zorg wanted more of the pleasure that he had felt, yet he did not dare asking for more from another man. Both of them were straight after all.
Riley had come close to watch her first exposure to male on male sexuality. She gave them respectfully space to do their own thing, yet was close enough to catch every detail and nuance. They had become a close and intimate circle.
Now, Rubin pulled down Zorg's penis and let the erection flick it instantly back into position. He had been curious for a long time, what it would be like to play with this rubber like reset of an erect penis. A second time, he pulled Zorg's penis as low as it would be, if it were hanging down flaccid. He released Zorg's penis. Zorg's penis snapped up and hit Zorg's stomach with a thud, before it went back to its upward angled erect position.
Rubin got of his stomach to move his own penis to touch Zorg's penis. This was the most male on male or gay thing in the universe. He wanted to feel the smoothness of the other penis with his own smooth penis skin. Then, he laid his penis against Zorg's penis, so that the penises were touching each other from the bottom to the tip. He moved Riley's head to the penises. Riley hovered for a moment right in front of them.
Then, she took both penis heads into her mouth. Her mouth was pulled wide apart. Rubin had a funny high school joke about a wide mouthed frog flash across this mind. Next he surrendered to the pleasurable feeling of a moist warm mouth cave on his penis gently and pleasurefully sucking. Riley wrapped bother her hands around the two shafts, like a ceremonial flag bearer carries the flag pole ahead holding on with both hands. She moved her hands up and down.
Rubin and Zorg avoided touching each others upper body, hands, and face out of straight man's respect. They also avoided looking at each other. Thus, they sunk the focus of their senses at their touching penises and Riley giving them lip service at the same time. They ejaculated about the same time. They felt the pulsing of the other man's penis. They were a bit embarrassed about their own signs of ejaculation, because it was a sign that they had enjoyed the gay experience. Riley swallowed their see hole. They all rolled over to lie on the ground next to each other with Riley cuddled in the middle. They enjoyed the feelings of afterglow pulsing through their bodies and senses.
Time moved on. Rubin pulled out a bag with his army ration provisions. Filling their stomachs after the hike and love making felt so nourishing. Zorg and Riley cemented their resolve to escape off world and stop the human apocalypse. Rubin surrendered to eventually being killed by the aliens one way or another. He decided to hole out in the meteorology station. He thought it plausible that he was discarded as a useless pawn at the side of the chess board. In that case, he would eventually starve to death, when the food ran out.
The heavy turbine overhead crackled again. It engaged itself. The vibration travelled through the legs of the turbine into the concrete to rattle the threesome. They could feel the vibration in the skull. The head that had been leaning lazily against the concrete wall was now rattling against the hard surface. Toad rose with resolve and offered his hand to Riley. Rubin simply rolled on his stomach and let his head fall onto the bag with the army rations. He surrendered to the vibration as if it were a massage bed.
Outside the door was a peaceful night world. The research colony at the bottom of the crater looked like the idyllic smurf village that was hidden out of sight of the evil Gargamel. One would have expected the singular line of smoke rising out of an extinguished evening fire as the fairy books like to paint the happy villages. Toad and Riley stepped ahead. They found the beginning of the switchbacks leading back down into the crater.
As they entered the suburban street leading to the research tower, they treaded carefully. They ducked their head, as if a lowered head would make them invisible. The early morning hours were there. Dawn had not yet cracked the sky. Yet, one could feel the tension in the air of the sun coming any moment. The suburban houses were quiet. There were no lights on. The staff tended to come to work at a casual hour.
Riley tugged on Toad's white lab coat: "Hey, I need something form my house."
"No, let's go and avoid the risk of capture."
"We need this to get past the guards."
"How do you know the guards, you have never been up there."
"I just know. Follow me."
The door to her house and the little stoop in front of it were so familiar to Riley. She stepped into the house. It felt eerily empty without Zorg as the dog trotting toward her. The human Zorg behind her was a lot less happy and cheery and a lot more tense and rushed. She missed the warm smooth white fur and the warm slippery tongue. She found her way to her bedroom. She handed Zorg her white bathroom robe. Of course, it was way too short. However, he looked like a kinky stripper in the white lab coat. With the white bathroom robe, he looked like a boxer strutting around and punching at the air to show off.
Toad had to wait with his back turned to Riley. Riley was split naked. Her young eighteen year old body was perky, happy, and wan. She slipped a baby powder blue panty over her butt. In the front, it had a star painted over her clitoris: "I am a star." The back had written over her butt "juicy." She pulled a cheerleader mini skirt over. The skirt was white. A dark thick line followed the edge of the fabric. Over her right thigh was a cut for the whole length of the skirt to let her step. To sheets of fabric were folded over at the cut for visual protection, yet to tease the onlooker over the possibility of the fabric slipping far enough to provide a look.
On top, she wore an athletic bra and a tight white t-shirt "Go Panthers." She rolled the baby powder blue socks all the way up to her knees. She put her feet into sneakers. She looked like a bundle of energy and spunk. She pulled her hair into a pony tail. Two condoms went hiding under her bra.
Riley bounced into the air lifted by the memory of her cheerleading days: "Let's go Zorg."
The sun had cracked over the crater ridge. Everything looked slightly orange. With a new sense of urgency, Toad and Riley jogged across the suburban street. Toad opened the research tower door with shaking hands. When they reached the speed elevator to the top, he was relieved to have made it past the risky points.
The shuttle was waiting under a cover of dust. Toad entered the pilot cabin. The batteries were a bit discharged. The fuel tank still had half a load of oxygen. He pressed the passenger button for Riley to step into the passenger compartment. Riley entered the familiar passenger compartment. It was a round room. The seats were along the wall. The center had a round railing for people to hold onto. The door closed behind her.
Toad hit the start button. The spaceship rumbled. Then, Riley felt the acceleration pushing her down into her seat. She felt the skin in her face pulling down. Her stomach hit the bottom of her torso. Her boobs pulled down like on an octogenarian. She struggled to keep her head up. Toad had accelerated past civilian safety levels. Riley started seeing black dots moving in crisscross patterns in front of her eyes. She tried to lift an arm, yet the arm was glued to her thigh. The black dots turned into splotches. She tried to scream out to Toad, yet her jaw was pulled down. Her tongue weighed a ton. She was unable to motion her mouth. Finally, her neck gave up and her head was pressed against her chest.
The weight began to lift off her body like a bad dream. She felt light, lighter, and light like a feather. She felt herself floating up. She felt her boobs lifting up and expanding without gravity pulling on them anymore. The blood came pumping out of her legs, where it had pooled. She felt light headed. She looked out of the window. The bright Titan surface was beneath. The pitch black sky was above. The research station was distant and tiny. The way station to the long distance space shuttle was nearing. Toad went slowly to dock correctly.
"Riley, we are docked now. How do we get past the guards?"
"In life, you gotta throw cunt at it!"
Riley unclipped the seat belt. She pushed herself off the ground. Like a diver under water, she reached with both arms forward. The hands grasped the air lock. She pulled herself threw and emerged into inside of the large cube shaped space station. The two security inspectors were sitting behind their desk. They were large framed. Their faces were dark. Their noses were dark knolls that looked to have been smashed in during a previous fight. They looked at her motionless. The black suit and white shirt was clean yet made them look filthy regardless.
Riley held with both hands onto the edge of the manhole sized entrance. She squatted with her feet. She pushed herself off with her feet hard. Then, she put one leg straight in front and one back, as if it were the middle of a stride. She made sure that she would rotate forward and down as she flew across the cube. The guards got a good look at her. With every rotation, there was a point, where the guards could look under her skirt and look at her tight undie: "I'm a star."
Riley reached her arms back behind her head. She arched back, until her hands could get a hold of her foot. Her boobs were pushed out. Now she was a wheel rolling through weightless space. She stretched both knees straight, so that she was flying with the splits. Her skirt was now wide open from the splits. The security inspectors sat motionless. Yet, there minds were wondering about her pussy, and if they would be able to see a bit of her pussy extending past the panties.
A soft landing at the opposite wall had Riley sprawl on her back, as if she were raking on a bed during a burlesque show. Her legs were spread open. Her arms reached out and back in a V. She pushed herself off the wall towards the inspectors. She pretended to stalk on her hands and knees like a tiger. Her lips formed a luscious kiss into the air. Her hips swayed sideways. She interrupted herself to push her boobs together to make them look full with the melons touching on the inside.
She pretended innocent clumsiness, when her body crashed into the head of the right security inspector. She wrapped her legs around his chest and buried his face on her stomach. The lips of the crude bull were kissing her naval button. She could feel his breath against her skin. His head was like in a cave made of Riley. The other security officer turned to the side to see her.
"I am so sorry. I am not used to weightlessness. Please, steady me."
The security officer reached for the nearest thing, her skirt. She had been waiting for that. She slid the skirt over her hips. She kicked her white sneakers off. She pushed herself off the security guard. Before she was out of his reach, she pushed the sole of her feet into his face. He got to smell cute, warm, most, and smelly teenager foot, before she floated away in her panties.
"Oh you brute, you take off the clothes of an innocent young girl," breathed Riley erotically and finished with a blown kiss.
She stretched her legs out in a V in front of her and reached for them. She looked like a cheerleader jumping into the air to grab her feet. She looked delicious with her knee high socks and the innocent panties. The security inspectors threw her the retriever line. She caught it. She outstretched arms around it and pulled herself forward. She wrapped her thighs around the rope to look her position in place and push her pussy against the rop.
She stopped her motion to wrap the rope in circles around her belly. The security inspectors paused for a moment. When, they continued pulling, the rope set Riley into a sideward spin. The guards pulled harder. Riley was spinning like a gyroscope. She tugged her knees into her chest and did a sidewinder motion. Now, she was spinning with her butt leading the way. She pulled her panties sideways to show her pussy: "Do you think you can catch this with your pole?"
The right security guard finally motioned. He pushed himself out of the seat that had secured in space. As he was flying like superman towards Riley, he opened his suit jacket and zipper. He got his brown erect penis out. It seemed odd like a penguin in a tuxedo. Just before he was going to plunge his meat into Riley, she waved her finger in a no-no motion in front of her face. She reached into her bra, pulled out the condom, and handed it to the security officer. It was a bit of trick to reach the condom in her hand, because she kept rotating.
With a sliver of blue on his penis and a rubber band at the bottom of his shaft, he stabbed his pelvis forward. The penis only touched the outside of her vagina. He loved it regardless. The push sent Riley flying out of his reach toward another wall. Riley was slick wet on the outside of her pussy. The strong musky men turned her on.
The other security officer left his secure seat to fly across the room with speed. He got to the wall before Riley. He called out with breathless excitement: "Condom. Condom." Riley reached into her bra. She pulled out the second condom. He captured her. While he was busy rolling the condom down his penis, she pulled her panties of and sent them drifting into space. With the condom secure, he aimed his penis at her entrance and pushed himself inside of her all the way. She gasped deeply. He grunted. She went flying back into the center of the cube.
The security inspector on the other side, swiftly climbed along the wall to the point that Riley was expected to land. Riley aligned her body too fly with the mouth leading the way. She opened her mouth so wide that uvula was visible, the thing hanging down, way inside. Her mouth, tongue, and lips provided a welcoming orifice. The security guard pushed his erect penis down to be perpendicular. Her mouth quickly consumed the penis. The momentum of her entire weight pushed her mouth down to the bottom of the shaft. The head of the penis went deep down her throat. It all went so quickly that it went in all the way. Riley gagged hard. She pushed herself off in reflex. Now, she was flying back to the other wall.
"Bomb," Riley screamed as if she were to warn bystanders of a pool that she would splash the water high. Her knees were hugged onto her boobs. Her arms were wrapped her knees. Her vulva lurked behind her thighs. The socked feet were next to her butt. She smiled brightly. The security inspector nervously shifted left, right, up, and down to position his penis in the perfect place. Swoosh, his penis went in deep right away. Her vagina was so wet and slippery.
"The teeny bopper soccer is fun. However, without gravity, we can't thrust into you."
The security inspector pulled the remaining clothes of her body. She was naked and captured by the two black suits. Still with his penis inside of her, he put her hands behind her back into a hold. The security inspector moved his cargo towards the desk. He put her inside of one of the cages on the desk. The cages were ordinarily used to keep belongings during a suit case inspection from flying around the room. The cage was barely large enough for Riley to fit in her fetal position.
The other guard joined them. The first guard had begun fucking Riley's pussy. Riley's butt was against the mesh of her cage. The mesh wire pressed squares into the flesh of her butt. The soles of her feet were also pressing against the mess of the cage. The other guard lifted her head to the side. With her mouth looking towards the outside of the cage, He started fucking her mouth.
The guards' fingers were clutching onto the cage with force. They were hammering their cocks inside of Riley's mouth and vagina. Riley's emotions were stirred up from the intensity of their domination. Yet, being made love to in a savage way by thugs in suits was a turn on as well. Riley moaned and cried, as she was this little bundle inside the cage. The guards were breathing and laboring heavily.
Within five minutes, the security inspectors stopped breathing with immense tension. When they snapped for air again, Riley knew that they had ejaculated. The security inspector slumped motionless into relaxation and post orgasm bliss. Without holding onto anything, they slowly floated into the room.
Riley did the flight of shame, when she collected her clothing that was floating each with its own direction and velocity through the room. I bet you never saw panties bouncing off the wall like a basket ball. She rushed to get dressed before the pussy starved security inspectors would com to. She went back to Toad. The two soared across the cube to the long distance space shuttle in a clandestine fashion.
The two security inspectors came back alive. Yet, their response was uncoordinated and sluggish. Toad slammed the air lock shut before they even got near. Toad gave Riley the interspace sleeping pill. The flight would be 36 hours. It was best to sleep during the flight. Toad hit the auto-pilot button to send them back to earth. Then, he took his own sleeping pill.
A last look down to the research station showed a burst of flames and explosion. Rubin had apparently finally gotten over his inhibition. Whatever had stopped him apparently had left and allowed him to execute his plan. Beth, her evil plan, and the Titan aliens were safely thwarted from making it to earth.
The blackness of sleep came quickly over Riley. It took a bit more to start seeing in her dream. In her dream, she started seeing blotches of her environment among the black. Apparently, she was in the basement of an elegant old home or business, possibly royal. The stairs were made from dark almost black wood with carefully turned details. The stairs and floor had carpet that was old and deluxe. It was covered with royal seals, fleur-de-lis, and medieval symbols. A heavy lantern hung from the ceiling.
Riley was at the end of a small delegation. She could not tell, if the delegation was a tourist group visiting a historic sight or a business group meeting in a venerable business. The group left to the ground floor without noticing that she was left behind. Without supervision, she felt free to explore. She looked around the antique tables and cabinets. Under the stairs was a passage into a secret room. It was uncovered. She could see the light from the other room floating through.
She dug low under the stair case to get into the other room. It was a dining room with a large antique wooden table. Dinner utensils had been prepared for one. In an upscale fashion, the plate stood on top of another plate. Utensils were correctly distributed to the left and right with a fabric napkin. Behind the table was a simply kitchen.
A man stood there looking at Riley. The man was short, old, and had gray hair. He looked very venerable like a lord. He wore a gold seal ring on his fingers. He posture and gestures were impeccable. He warmly motioned Riley a welcome. At the same time, he motioned her to leave this private chamber as well.
In a blitz, Riley realized that this was the number one guy in service of the arch evil. This man was the accountant and henchman for the arch evil, while the arch evil was safe in the desolate icy plains of the North Pole. Riley knew that it was her time to jump to action. In an odd impulse, her first reaction was to run.
She ran back under the stair way and into the other room. A motley crew of large, small, friendly, and terrifying dogs charged at her. A large, mid thigh high dog was going to maul her within seconds. Riley remembered to stop resisting and the dogs would simply hold her instead of maiming her. She remembered not to show fear or the dogs would attack her. Frozen in place, she stopped moving. She tried to keep her fear and trembling in place, as she felt the dog's slippery and large mouth on her forearm. She felt the teeth. The dog moved her arm deep into her mouth.
Her forearm went so deep that it went past the last tooth. The dog locked its jaws shut with Riley's arm stuck behind the last tooth. The other dogs surrounded her. The accountant and henchman moved in. He persuaded to dog to let the jaw relax. While her arm was being freed, Riley felt a warm, prickly, yet irritating sensation in her butt. The sensation rapidly grew more intense, until she realized that one of the tiny little white fluffy yappy dogs had jumped up and sunk its itsy bity teath into her ass. With desperation, she tried to calmly tell the accountant to remove the dog as well. The accountant was too occupied with the dog around her forearm. Riley silently panicked too afraid to call out with more emphasis, lest she show her fear and all the dogs jump on her.
The tension was still with Riley, when the dream faded. She started seeing the numbers again: "6D79 2070 7573 7379 2069 7320 796F 7572 2070 7573 7379 20..."
Riley wriggled her body violently to wake up. She opened her eyes. She was in a clean, neat, and white hospital room. Stiff, clear plastic was all around her bed like mosquito netting. The sheets were soft, warm, yet thin. Toad was lying inside of a clear plastic cube himself in a bed next to her. A nurse looked in through a large glass window and took notes. Her head looked up at them and then down at the clip board.
The nurse pushed a button to talk to them. The intercom made the warm caring nurse sound mechanic. The nurse welcomed them back to earth. She explained to them that they would have to live in isolation for a year. There was too much DNA experimentation on the research station that doctors would not be able to determine minor yet detrimental viral epidemics that they may carry.
The first days were straining with doctors, scientists, and security researchers interviewing them over and over. After a month, the days had turned into boredom. At least, they had computers that allowed them to catch up on news and chat with long missed friends.
One day, Riley started entering the sequence of numbers from her dream. As the numbers repeated each night, every morning she would enter the section of the sequence. Toad teased her about the meaningless numbers. Yet, Riley noticed that the numbers were very consistent every day. She wondered, how she could remember such numbers.
A spark of an idea suggested that it was perhaps a program. She changed the extension of the file from .txt to .exe. Then, she double clicked the file. The wireless Internet connection started blinking wildly. Her computer became sluggish and slow. A window popped up.
"Control over human networks....100%"
"Control over human businesses....100%"
"Control over human military....100%"
"Terminate project Riley...NOW"
Riley turned into a ripe red tomato. The tomato seemingly hovered in the air, before gravity accelerated the tomato to the floor. The ripe tomato burst a rip into its skin as it hit the ground.
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The business conference I was attending was winding down after three days of intense seminars and group meetings. Most of the companies in the Healthcare Industry were represented at the conference. The conference coordinator had scheduled a party for tonight and most everyone was looking forward to blowing off some steam as the conference winds down.
The party that was scheduled for tonight was a costume party. The conference had arranged for a costume company to provide costumes to us. Yesterday, I reserved my costume. I had selected a Zorro costume, consisting of a black hat and eye mask, black silk shirt, black leather pants and black cowboy boots. Completing the outfit was an actual sword. Once I put on the outfit I would be anonymous because of the eye mask.
By the time I arrived at the party it was already in full swing. There must have been a 1,000 people in full costume attending the party. The ballroom was decorated and the lighting dimmed as groups were scattered in and around the dance floor or the bars located in various parts of the ballroom. Off to the left was a short passageway leading to a balcony. The balcony was secluded and overlooked a formal garden with ponds, trees and beautiful flowers. The moon was full a cast a dim but distinct shadow.
I was impressed with everyone's costumes, especially the girls. I saw everything from the girls dressed as nurses, airline stewardesses, cheerleaders and even a dominatrix or two. I was hoping to meet and maybe even bed a woman tonight, as it had been such a long time since my last sexual encounter. You could say I was in a dry spell. Hopefully, my luck would change tonight, as it appeared that there were more women attending the party then men. Besides that some of the men weren't even in costume and who would the girls rather fuck, Zorro or some average Joe from Anywhere, USA.
As I moved through the crowd I noticed a beautiful redhead with her back to me. As she turned around I nearly fell over with surprise. It was Susie, a family friend from my neighborhood back home. She was wearing a Mexican senorita costume. The skirt was full and brightly colored, the white blouse was off her shoulders and the front of the blouse cut low, accentuating her full breasts. Her shoulders were freckled and her skin creamy white. She reminded me of a fresh young college girl. Susie is a stunning 34-year-old woman with a flat tummy, a tight ass and perky 34C breasts. In Susie's hair was a single red rose tucked into her styled hair. Her beauty captivated me.
As our eyes locked, I moved towards her. I was hoping by lowing my voice she would not be able to recognize me. Without breaking our gaze, I smiled and introduced myself as Zorro and asked her if she needed to be rescued. She replied that she didn't before I approached her, but she might need to be rescued now. Laughingly, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. After a couple of shots of tequila and some funny stories were shared about the conference, I reached for her hand and took her to the dance floor.
The band was jamming and the way Susie moved on the dance floor was driving me crazy. With her hips swaying and her bosom looking like they could fall out of her blouse at any second, I was longing to take her in my arms and feel her next to me. I was certain she did not recognize me. We stayed on the dance floor as the band began a slow song. Reaching for her, I took her in my arms and we began to move slowly to the beat of the music. Holding her, I felt her breath on my neck, her arms around my waist, her breasts pressed against my chest and her lower tummy lightly pressing against my groin. That's all it took, I felt the blood rush to my cock, strengthen it and causing it to grow into a rock hard erection. My hand slipping from her back, sliding lower over her hip and gently but firmly pulling her teardrop shaped bottom into my erection. She responded with a gasp and a tremor and pressed her pubic bone into me. Holding her tightly, we held onto each other. It was obvious to me that she could feel my hard on. I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
As we continued the slow sensual dance, I moved her effortlessly towards the balcony. I was desperate to kiss her, to taste her lips. Leaving the dance floor, she looked up at me and asked me where we were going. Without replying, I took her hand in mine, leading her to a darkened corner of the balcony. As we stopped, I felt her tense up. Turning toward her, our eyes locking, I took her in my arms and I lowered my lips to her lips and kissed her. Her hands were on my chest, not allowing me to feel her as our kiss became more passionate. As my arousal grew, my kisses growing more urgent, she gently tried to push me away. Breaking our kiss, she breathed that we couldn't do this; she didn't even know who I was. I told her of course she knows who I am. I am a man who wants you and you are a woman who wants me.
Susie tried to move away, but I grabbed her hands, raised them above her head, and kissed her with all the passion of a thousand lovers. Skillfully I backed her against the wall, my hand holding both of her hands above her head. Kissing her with a burning fever, I could feel the heat rising within her. With a sigh, I felt her surrender to my desire. Slipping the black silk sash from my waist, I fed one end of the sash through a lighting fixture on the stonewall of the darken balcony. Placing her hands together, I tied them securely to the fixture. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. She struggled to break free, her breasts rose and fell with her struggle and her breathing came in short little gasps. Perspiration beaded up in her cleavage as her neck became flushed with desire. She pleaded with me to let her go, but her eyes were on fire with lust. Moving my right hand to the back of her head, I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled her to me, kissing her again. Again she tried to break free but the sash held her upraised arms firmly in place. Confusion and lust filled her eyes.
Enflamed with lustful cravings, I took one step backwards and placed both hands on the front of her blouse. With one quick pull, I ripped the front of her blouse open, tearing it open to her navel. Her breasts strained to be freed from the demi-cup red bra she wore. She tried to cry out, but I smothered her cry with a kiss full of hunger, a hunger that only she could satisfy. Reaching up I placed both of my hands on her breasts and massaged them through her bra. Her nipples pressed into the palms of my hands. I became more aroused as she struggled against me. Was she struggling or trying to excite me beyond the point of control?
Again I stepped back and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small camera. I took several pictures of her straining against the sash, her blouse torn open to her navel, her pink nipples, hard as cherrystones, clearly visible through the shear material of her red bra. I told her that I was doing to take her and that if she screamed and we were discovered, I would have these pictures developed and I would send them to her husband and neighbors. Tears welled up in her eyes as I removed my sword from its scabbard. Placing the tip of the shinny silver sword underneath the waistband of her skirt, I cut the material causing her skirt to fall off of her hips, falling in wraps around her ankles. My eyes traveled from her breasts, down past her flat tummy to her shear red panties covering her pussy. Clearly visible to me was her red bush and a dark wet spot on her panties where her legs joined together. Encouraged by this discovery, I smiled at her as she lowered her tear stained eyes, embarrassed that her desire was so openly displayed to me.
Standing before her, I brought the sword up to her deep cleavage. Caressing her breasts with the sword, I played with her. Telling her to stand very still, I inserted the tip of the sword under her bra and sweeping it up it cut through her bra, releasing her tits to me. Her tits were large, round and full, beautifully shaped, and capped with little pink nipples. Coming to her and placing my hands on her tits, I felt her nipples harden again under my touch. Bending down I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked, as I pulled and massaged her other tit with my hand. I had seen Susie many times at the pool and often wondered what her tits really looked like. Now I knew. I caressed, pinched and played with her tits for a good ten minutes. Sometimes I pulled them really hard, stretching them. Other times I pushed them together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. I even told Susie that if she was "a really good girl" I would tit fuck her until my cum exploded all over her breasts. She moaned and wiggled her hips against me as I spoke to her.
I reached up and loosened one of the knots holding her arms over her head. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I firmly guided her to her knees. Once on her knees, I secured the knot again. I told Susie that she was going to suck me and she had better make me cum in her mouth or I was going to have to fuck her for my pleasure. Looking up at me from her knees, I told her I would take my pleasure either in her pussy or her ass, depending on how good she was with her sweet little mouth and tongue. Susie started to protest but I quickly silenced her as I roughly grabbed her hair and forced my cock into her mouth saying, "suck my dick and shut up bitch!" As I entered her wet mouth, I could feel her tongue play with my dick. Her mouth felt so good on my cock I thought I would cum right away. Susie fucked my shaft with her mouth, sometimes moving slowly and sometimes rapidly bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I told her to relax her throat and take my big dick down her throat. She shook her head no and I grabbed her head, forcing my cock down her throat until she gagged on the length of my cock. Holding her head in place, my cock down her throat, I felt the pressure of my cum building in my balls. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy so I pulled my dick from her mouth. All shiny and wet from her salvia, I rubbed my dick all over her face as she looked into my eyes with a wanton slut look.
Untying Susie, I told her to remain on her knees and positioned her hands behind her back. I quickly tied her hands. She whimpered, "Please don't fuck me. You promised that if I gave you a good blowjob you wouldn't fuck me. I know you were close to cumming in my mouth. I could feel your cock growing larger and throbbing with your climax. Please let me finish you with my mouth."
I responded by raising Susie's little pantied ass up in the air and forcing her face down against the cold tiles of the balcony. Reaching down I ripped her panties right off of her upturned ass. Kneeing behind her, I told her to turn her head around and look at me. I told her that I was going to remove my eye mask and I wanted her to know who was going to fuck her. I needed her to know that it was my cock that she would feel between her legs, entering her, reaching into the depths of her sex. As I removed my mask, her eyes flew open and she tried to scramble away, as she recognized me. She cried out "Oh my God, no Alex, please don't fuck me." As she was saying this, I was grinding my cock between the crack of her ass.
Looking down on her ass, I could see her moist pussy, her pussy hair glistening with dew, her lips open and ready for me. I took my cock in my hand and placed the thick swollen head against the wet opening of her sex. "I know you want this, I can see how wet and swollen your pussy is," I said. My cock slipped into her red haired pussy from behind. Her pussy was hot and wet and oh so tight as I pushed more of my engorged dick inside her. Groaning and spreading her legs further apart she accepted my shaft into her being. Inch by inch, I entered her until I could feel my balls, heavy with cum, resting against her clit. Finally, she submitted to me with a moan and a lowering of her head to the floor. Slowly, in and out, my cock moved in her pussy. Gradually her sex opened up to accept the girth of my cock. Groans from deep within her punctuated the air as I stroked her pussy from behind. Her moans grew louder as my cock moved in her pussy, bathing my hard cock with her pussy juice. Her juices ran out of her and down her spread legs, coating my balls. Faster and faster I fucked her, my balls slapping against her clit.
Suddenly I pulled out, leaving her pussy empty and open. I pushed a finger into her juicy pussy, coating it with her wetness and then removed it. I knew where I wanted to put it. Susie's bottom was raised up in the air, her shoulders and face flat against the cool tile. I wanted her there. In that place that is very special. Placing my hands on the cheeks of her ass, I spread her open. Her asshole looked so tiny, so inviting. I had to have her there. I knew I would have trouble putting the thick head of my cock in that tiny little hole. Just the thought of fucking her ass caused my cock to grow even longer and thicker. I placed my wetted finger against her asshole, lubricating her rosebud with her own juices from her pussy. "I'm going to fuck your ass now Susie. You have teased me for three years. You have pressed your breasts into me for the last time without a consequence. You have flirted with me at the pool, teased me at neighborhood parties and now you are going to pay for it. Your days of not coming through are over. I am going to fuck your ass good and when I am ready, I am going to squirt all my come deep in your ass," I growled. With that I grabbed her hair and placed the thick purple head of my engorged cock against her asshole and began to push it in. Twisting and turning she tried to escape her ass fucking. "Be still you little bitch!" I commanded her. She cried out "No Alex, please don't. Nobody has ever done this to me! I'll do anything but this. Please don't fuck me in the ass. I'll do anything else, anything else you want to do. Please don't hurt me."
"Shut up and relax . I am going to fuck your virgin ass. Now you can either relax and enjoy this or you can stay tense and it will hurt. Either way, your ass will get fucked." With that, I slapped her ass with my open hand and pushed the head of my dick into Susie's ass.
"Ugh, No, Alex, No, Ugh" she cried out as my dick pushed in farther. "Please stop for a second, it is too damn big, it hurts," she sighed "let me get used to it. Easy baby, easy."
"That's a good girl, now breathe honey, relax and breathe," I said. She responded by relaxing her ass, allowing me to plunge deeper into her. I pushed again and again until I felt her ass open up to my assault and my balls pressed against her wet pussy. Her teardrop ass felt so good as I pumped slowly in and out of her. On her knees, hands tied behind her back, I fucked her ass. Faster and faster I pumped. "Move your ass against me. Move it in little circles, you horny little slut," I told her. Her breathing was coming in short quick gasps now. I could feel her legs beginning to tremble and saw goose bumps appear all over her body. I could feel her orgasm beginning to consume her.
"Fuck me, Alex, fuck my ass, make me cum," she moaned in pleasure. Reaching beneath her, fondling her pussy and finding her stiff exposed clit, I rubbed it in tiny little circles. The combination of my fingers on her clit, my cock stretching her virgin ass and her submitting to me, created a fire in her center that she had never experience before. Faster and deeper I fucked her as her orgasm overtook her body. "Alex I'm coming, don't stop, deeper, deeper, don't stop fucking me Alex" she cried out. From deep within her she came, sending her body into ecstasy. Like a wave building and tumbling through her body, she released the passion that had been building up all evening. Juices squirted out of her pussy as she contracted her ass muscles around my cock.
Feeling her cum, her ass milking my cock sent me over the edge too. I could feel the cum in my balls release, blasting their way through my dick into her ass. Deeply I stroked my cock into her, grinding my balls against her sweet wet pussy. Jet after jet of my milky white cum filled her ass, overfilling her.
Collapsing on top of her, overcome with pleasure, I gently kissed the nape of her neck. Kissing and licking the sweat from her neck I whispered into her ear "Thank you Susie. You are such a wonderful lover, so giving and so pleasing. I have to see you again, my dear sweet Susie." With tenderness I untied Susie, laid her down and took her into my arms, cuddling her with true affection. Stroking her face and hair, our eye locked and we looked into each other's souls. Still holding my gaze, she lightly kissed my lips and replied, "Yes Alex, I would love to see you again."
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I grew up in a South Yorkshire mining village, which since the strikes and pit closures of the 1980s, has, like so many similar towns and villages, become an economic and social wasteland. I'm one of the fortunate few, who courtesy of a few extra brain cells, some hard work and perhaps most importantly, a lot of family support, managed to escape.
While the mining industry was imploding, I was attending the local grammar school and later university; how did my parents manage to afford to help fund me? Having left college with a degree in geology -- what else for a coal miner's son? - I went into the oil industry and have since lived and worked all over the world; save for family visits and events, I've never been back 'home' since.
That's what saw me there last weekend; it was my brother's twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. He's only forty-four now and his wife Gill forty-one; yet one more area in which my life has diverged: Pregnant, married and living on social-security payments while still only teenagers is far from unusual in the village, though credit to Mark and Gill, still being together after twenty five years certainly is.
I'm married myself now, but have only been so for the last six years; I tied the knot at thirty-seven, to the beautiful Jaya, a girl some twelve years younger than myself. Jaya hadn't come with me at the weekend, as we didn't feel it was a suitable event for our pre-school kids to attend and so Jaya needed to stay home to look after them; well, that was our excuse and we're sticking to it.
My parents try really hard and their being my parents along with at least 'trying' helps Jaya to be a little more tolerant to their difficulties and so prepared to visit their home; but outside of that... Jaya's home town and heritage are both in Tamil Nadu, southern India; my having a 'Paki' wife and 'half-breed' children are one more divergence from the village-norm.
I was staying with my parents, having driven up from London on Saturday morning in Jaya's car; The car choice had been Jaya's idea and a good one: My arriving in Jaya's three year old BMW would have the natives branding me a 'flash bastard' anyway, but it would ruffle fewer feathers than my S-Class Mercedes, or perhaps even worse, my Sunday-Car, the Porsche 911 Targa 4.
The party itself was held in the nearby Miner's Social and Welfare Club; it has long ago been re-branded the 'Community Hub', but the locals still and probably forever talk of going down 'The Club' or 'The Social'. The bar's only open for parties such as Mark & Gill's nowadays, but otherwise it seems unchanged over my lifetime... scarily so.
I got myself included in a group containing most of the regular faces from my teenage years. Like myself, a few had got themselves away and were just back for the party, but a lot of them still seemed to live in or around the village. It was fun, or interesting at least, to reminisce about long gone days, but I'd little in common with any of them now and was assiduous in playing down my own success.
In the course of the conversation someone brought up the subject of our most abiding memories of nights spent down the Social from back in the day. Mine was easy: It was the week after I'd finished my final university exams, so a few weeks earlier and it could've been life-changing; it was bad enough anyway and resulted in my having to delay starting my new job by two months.
Following a 'friendly' cricket match, played against a team from the next village everyone was in the club boozing when a fight broke out. It was nothing to do with me, but the instigator - who was behaving like an arsehole! - was my mate Gary. I stepped in to avoid him getting battered at which point, Gary legged it, leaving me to take the kicking in his stead.
I suffered a broken nose, a fractured cheek bone and six broken ribs for my trouble that night, so I'm not likely to forget it. I didn't mention any names but judging by the expression on Gary's wife's face, she and no doubt some of the others too, remembered exactly who was to blame for that incident.
A while later Gary's wife Molly related a recollection from 'back in the day'; this one coming from a year or two earlier. Gary and I would have been nineteen and Molly a year younger. I was away at Uni, but happened to be back for that weekend, Gary meanwhile was away in prison; Gary was and remains a pretty inept criminal, which explained why he wasn't with us this evening either.
It's probably easiest if I simply repeat Molly's anecdote as best as I remember it:
"What I remember best was the night I lost my virginity, that was here in the Social... well, outside in the car park anyway. It was during the Halloween fancy dress party in 1999, I went dressed as Geri Halliwell from the Spice Girls; Ginger-Spice, you must all remember her."
I certainly did, I also recalled how well Molly had recreated Ginger-Spice's image that night; in red, high-heeled ankle boots and that super-short Union Jack dress. I remembered how Molly had perhaps suited that dress even better than Geri Halliwell herself had done and I couldn't stop myself from contemplating how much better still Molly would probably fill it today.
"I'd begun dating Gary in August that year, but he'd got banged-up in Lindholme Prison only the week after and he didn't get out again until Christmas; so I was there on my own. It was a helluva party, I got a shed-load to drink down and was fighting the lads off all night; they were all wanting to fuck me in that dress, but I was keeping myself pure for Gaz."
"It was late on, maybe half-eleven when I went out back for a cigarette and to cool off a bit. I was just leaning against the wall when this guy appears in a Zorro outfit; the whole kit and caboodle... hat, mask, he even had a sword. No idea who he was in real life... That film with Katherine Zeta-Whatsit and Antonio Banderas had only just come out, so there were four or five Zorros at the party that night."
"Anyway, this guy offers me a ciggie and has a spare Bacardi-Breezer in his hand too... I'm not going to refuse those am I and we chat a bit while we both cool off; it was blistering-hot inside. After a couple of minutes the bloke moves in on me... kissing, cuddling and giving my tits a squeeze; he even got one out and sucked my nipple, it wasn't difficult to get at them in that dress!
"I was happy enough with him doing that; he seemed good looking, smelt nice... and he'd bought me a drink and given me a cigarette. But then he dropped a hand downstairs and tried to slide it into my knickers, that wasn't hard in that dress either, but I weren't having none of it! I pushed him away, give 'im a slap and told him No!"
"Fair enough to have a snog and a grope of my tits, he had bought me a drink; but what was in my pants I was keeping for Gary so I told 'im to fuck right off! Next thing I know, the fella's whisked me off my feet, spun me round and dumped me onto the bonnet of a car; I tried to shout but he pinned my hands above my head with one hand and slapped the other over my mouth."
"We were nose to nose when the bloke snarled: 'Don't fuck me about you little prick-tease; make a sound and you'll be sorry': the look on his face was scary, so I nodded my understanding and stopped struggling The guy give me another meaty kiss, his tongue went halfway down my throat and that kept me quiet as his hand slid south for a second time."
"It stopped off at my tits for a few seconds to pull both of those out of my dress again; his mouth was taking turns on those by the time his hand was back between my legs. He wasn't rough, but he weren't messing about either; my skirt was half-way to my navel already, so the bloke just jerked my knickers to one side and grabbed my pussy."
"That made me gasp, but I gasped a lot louder a second later when he stuck two fingers straight into my cunt; I was dripping wet down there and they went deep... all the way in. That's when he laughed and told me I was a 'Slick little bitch but nice and tight' and that 'My cock's gonna split you wide open; you won't be so tight after that'."
"I heard his belt buckle rattling, then felt the end of his cock pushing against my pussy; I moaned a bit but only cos I was scared. He laughed again and let one of my hands go saying 'It sounds like you're an eager little whore, so why don't you put it in yourself... that way you'll get it just where you want it and we both know that you want it Molly."
"I did what he said... just to stay safe like; he was patient while I got it inside my pussy, but he then asked 'ready Moll?' and before I could reply or say owt, he slammed his cock into me like a bloody battering ram. I woulda screamed then but it knocked the breath outa me; it felt like he'd shoved a baseball bat into me and it jerked my bum clean off the car's bonnet."
"My arse landed with a bump, but by then his arse was going like a fiddler's elbow, banging that fat cock into me while calling me all sorts of names: 'Slut... Slapper... Dirty little scrubber.' I'd never heard the like! He only stopped slagging me off when I pulled his face down into my boobs... I only did that to shut him up, but then he started biting my tits and nipples which were almost as bad."
"He weren't shagging me for long... maybe three or four minutes, but it brought me off. I didn't want to come, but with that big cock going in and out, I just couldn't help it; he laughed when I did that too. It was after that when I shouted, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear: I'd remembered touching his cock; he wasn't wearing a rubber and I wasn't on the pill."
"When I said not to get me pregnant he laughed again, but after about three more strokes he did stop fucking me and pulled out. That's when he grabbed my arm and dragged me off the front of the car. I landed on my knees and before I'd gathered myself his hand was tangled in my hair; I knew straight away what he was after doing, but I couldn't stop him."
"I didn't struggle... I told myself it was better than getting pregnant; so I just opened my mouth and let him put his cock into it. He was even bigger than I'd thought and he went in deep, but he wasn't rough... He was a lot bigger than Gary, but he didn't choke me like Gary had; I'd sucked Gary off on our dates before he went to jail."
"Zorro didn't take long, maybe another minute or so, but when he came he did have me gagging and choking, I couldn't believe how much cum he pumped into me... it was like a bloody fire hose! I still managed to swallow it all though... I didn't want him messing up my dress or my make-up by getting cum all over me"
"Though that plan didn't work... when he pulled out the dirty bastard wiped his cock across my face; he smeared a big 'Z' in spunk across my forehead and over my face He was laughing about that too as he fastened his trousers, then he said 'Clean yourself up Molly and don't say owt to anybody... They're not going to believe a sleazy little nympho like you anyway."
"Then the bloke just turned away and disappeared into the darkness... just like a real Zorro would've. I put my boobs away, straightened my knickers and snuck back into the club; I went straight into the ladies room and managed to clean-up the worst before anyone else came in. And like Zorro told me, I haven't... until tonight, said owt to anybody"
Having finished her tale, Molly sat back in her chair and fell silent; indeed it must have been a minute or more before anyone in our group said a word. I spent the hiatus looking at the expressions on everyone's face and was surprised, though perhaps I shouldn't have been, by what I saw.
One of the women appeared... unsettled; I wouldn't go so far as to say upset, by Molly's anecdote. But the other three women and all five of the men, were clearly excited, probably even aroused by what they'd just heard. No doubt the men were fantasising about taking Zorro's place and the ladies perhaps of taking Molly's... or at the very least, of watching Molly's ravishment?
I was the one who broke the spell, getting to my feet and suggesting that after Molly's story we perhaps all needed another drink and offering to buy them. The bar was packed, though I didn't strain too hard to reach the front of the queue and it was a good ten or fifteen minutes before I got back with another tray-full of drinks; for everyone.
By the time that I returned, the conversation -- though perhaps not everyone's thoughts? - had moved on; somebody was recalling a wedding party that'd taken place after I'd moved away. I half listened to the tale, but for the most part over the following minutes, I was replaying Molly's tale in my mind as she an I exchanged occasional and subtle glances.
It was almost half an hour later when Molly announced that she wanted to dance and I wasn't surprised when Molly turned in my direction and invited me to join her on the dance-floor. Nobody chose to follow us, in fact no one else much was dancing at all; the live-band were on a break, so it was just a disco playing middle-of-the road standards and those fairly quietly... a chance for people to chat.
It certainly provided a discrete opportunity for Molly and I to do so and I was in no doubts about that having been the reason why Molly had invited me to join her.
"So what did you think of my story?"
"Very... erotic Moll; just a shame that it wasn't true."
"It could've been... that was your own fault."
"How so? I propositioned you out there Molly, you said 'No' and I walked away... End of story."
"But you didn't have to stop; you could've fucked me if you'd wanted to... maybe just like I described it"
"But you said 'No' and 'Stop' too for that matter; No-Means-No and all that."
"Fuck off. It might do nowadays, but it didn't back then; not around here anyway... Was that something else that they taught you down at that fancy college?"
"By the sound of things; very probably. No certainly meant No with the girls at Uni, but I heard plenty of 'Yesses' too... If you'd wanted me to do it, why didn't you just say so.?"
"It might've been yes, no and up my arse at your la-de-da college but not around here. It's all different nowadays; I hear my daughters talk and it sounds as if they just front up to any bloke they fancy, offer him a shag and nobody -- except me -- turns a hair; in my day we always said 'No'."
"And what... the guys just took a blind guess on whether it was a 'No-No' or a 'Yes-No'?"
"Don't be bloody stupid, it was all in the tone of voice. Sometimes it was a real 'No' but usually it was a 'Maybe next time, ask me again next week, sorta No' and just occasionally, like it was that night, it was a 'Yes but don't you dare tell anybody... especially my boyfriend, No' You were supposedly the smart-arsed college boy and you missed it completely,"
Shit! I couldn't stop that thought from repeating in my mind. Molly had been as fit as a butcher's dog. Hell, Molly still was, as well evidenced by the dress that she was wearing this evening: The neckline was cut damned near as low as that Union-jack number she'd been wearing all those years ago and nowadays Molly had a lot more inside it.
My reply was slow in arriving, but heartfelt and genuine: "I clearly hadn't been as smart as I thought I was and now I know... it's a mistake I'll regret for the rest of my life." I leant forward, gave Molly a friendly peck on the cheek and turned to leave. Discovering what I'd passed up that night had ruined this evening for me, it was time to go home.
I'd not completed my first step when Molly grabbed my wrist and jerked me back. "It doesn't have to be for the rest of your life, we can make it just the last twenty-four years. Bugger off and chat to some other people, then come and find me outside... you know where, at about half eleven and don't let anyone see ya going"
I was still allowing those words to sink in when without another word, Molly slapped my face and flounced away to re-join the rest of the gang at the table. They were all looking in my direction and laughing before I understood; Molly was still the clever, or at least street-smart one of us. That slap was her way of diverting anyone's thoughts about the two of us.
I moved around chatting to several groups for the next hour, the first conversation point with them all being that slap. Everyone assured me that Molly 'wasn't that sort of girl any more' and I in turn made it clear that it was just a misunderstanding but I'd learnt my lesson and would be steering clear of her for the remainder of the night.
I was back at the bar just after eleven-fifteen and included a couple of extra drinks -- Bacardi-Breezers -- into the round I was ordering. I left those on a side table and collected them again a few minutes later as I surreptitiously slipped out of the door and made my way around to the back of the Social to find Molly leaning against the wall.
I handed Molly a Breezer along with a grin, but after a single sip she set it on the floor and announced; "No time for niceties; I need to be back inside in twenty minutes and I don't want you going back in at all. So what is it you want?"
I nodded my understanding, then leant in close, kissed Molly on the lips and whispered "I want to fuck you Molly... just like I always have."
It was Molly's turn to grin. A moment later that grin disappeared as Molly pushed me away, gave me my second slap of the night and snarled "No way! I'm a married woman, not some little scrubber looking to get screwed up against a wall."
Once again, Molly's 'No!' sounded pretty definite to me, but tonight I wasn't listening; or perhaps I was hearing properly? Jerking Molly away from the wall I pushed her face down across the bonnet of the adjacent car, growling "fair enough, I'll fuck you on here instead...".
Molly squealed -- though not too loudly -- and squirmed as I pinned her down with a hand between her shoulder blades. Molly's story was whirling in my mind as I added: "...Don't fuck me about you little prick-tease, you're getting fucked. Make another sound and you'll be sorry". My other hand had dropped to the hem line of Molly's dress.
While tonight's dress was far longer than the Union-Jack one in '99, it still barely reached Molly's knees, Molly had always had great legs and she clearly still liked to show them off. While Molly's dress sense may have become a little more retrained over the intervening years, I soon discovered that the lady herself was unchanged.
Sliding my hand up beneath Molly's dress it arrived at her crotch to find her sopping wet; perhaps not too surprising; but her panties... Or at least their absence certainly was. That drew a gasp of surprise from me and what I suspect was a well concealed burst of laughter from Molly ahead of her growled "See, I'm not teasing your prick."
I rammed two fingers deep into Molly's cunt, she was dripping wet and they went in easily and deep... all the way in. "Still slick and still tight Molly. It's been a long time coming, but I'm going to split you wide open."
I was unfastening my pants when Molly crooned "And about bloody time; do it hard... and talk dirty to me while you do it."
Those words reminded me of Molly's earlier story: I slipped inside Molly easily... she too was more than ready and an instant later slammed my cock into her as hard as I could... probably harder than I'd ever done with anyone. Molly bounced on the car's bonnet and landed with a thud, though not one that was loud enough to quell her wail of "Oh fuck yesssss... Again!"
I grasped Molly firmly by the hips and pounded my cock into her unresisting cunt like a man possessed, calling her all of the names I could recall her mentioning: "Slut... Slapper... Whore... Dirty little scrubber." Molly squealed 'yes' in reply to every one as she bounced, writhed and slid around, on the car's bonnet.
It was no more than a minute or so before Molly succumbed to what threatened to be a very noisy orgasm; I'd jammed my thumb into her arse to help it along the way. I stopped-off fucking her and slapped a hand across Molly's mouth to mute the scream and she was so far gone that Molly sank her teeth into it; it was very nearly me who ended up drawing attention to us.
As Molly's orgasm faded and her teeth released their painful grip, I began thrusting into Molly once more; now with a little more control... less urgency. I'd not been going long when Molly whispered "I'm not protected; I'm off my pills while Gary's locked-up. You'll have to finish somewhere else." Molly tried to slide from beneath me as she spoke and once again I remembered her story.
I tightened my grip and checked Molly's progress as I withdrew from her dissipated cunt; I'd kept that promise to split Molly wide open. Two seconds later and I was pressing my cock back into Molly, but not between either pair of her lips... Molly wasn't the only one looking to fulfil a fantasy this evening; a sharp thrust and my cock's head was inside Molly's tightest orifice.
That drew a yelp and a pained squeal: "Not there... I don't do it there... never; not even for Gary. I wanted you to finish in my mouth."
A second heavy thrust got a couple more inches of cock into Molly's reluctant and as I now realised virgin bum; shamefully, that discovery inflamed rather than deterred me. "Oh don't you worry Molly, I'll finish in your mouth. But your fantasy was about losing your virginity... so I'm having this one." I emphasised my words with a third thrust.
Molly continued to squirm beneath me while uttering a stream of whimpering "No, no, no; not there... I don't do that". But Molly's verbal dissent remained quiet enough to ensure we weren't overheard and her squirming invariably eased off whenever it threatened to dislodge my steadily encroaching cock.
It took a minute, perhaps even two to work my whole length into Molly's tight bum; I was in no doubt that her claim of being virgin was true. Molly never stop pleading for me to stop, but in the moment I invaded Molly completely and my scrotum tapped against the soft mound of her pussy, it was Molly's growl of "Oh fuck yessss" which was the loudest.
Once fully penetrated Molly's struggles immediately stopped; I too had paused to savour the moment and it was Molly who got things moving again: A renewed squirm and a jerk of her hips which felt encouraging rather than resisting, were confirmed by Molly's crooned "Don't stop now... Don't be rough, but for Crissakes don't stop."
Molly's struggles were now over and she'd somehow become more relaxed... lubricated... altogether easier. Even as I began sliding smoothly in and out of Molly's sweet arse I knew I couldn't last much longer and with that in mind I pressed one hand between Molly's legs in search of her pussy and sensitive clit. Molly shifted her own position to ensure that both were easily located.
That dual assault certainly did the trick, with my cock scything into Molly's arse and fingers gouging into her pussy it was barely a minute before she reached a second explosive orgasm. This time - to my relief! - it was her own hand which Molly bit down on to quash the noise. One more indicator of Molly's climax was the way in which her bum clenched tight around my cock.
That sensation was just awesome; it triggered my own climax and a second later I hosed semen deep into Molly's bowel. In the instant before my second emission I remembered that this wasn't my fantasy; I grabbed my cock tight with one hand and swiftly withdrew from Molly's arse, using my free hand to pull Molly off the car bonnet.
Having landed on the floor with a yelp, Molly looked up in surprise and no doubt confusion to see my cock waving close to her face. As realisation dawned Molly cried "You've got to be kidding, that's just been in my bum." I didn't move or speak, but a second later Molly's expression changed; a salacious grin spread across her face in the instant before she rocked forward to engulf my cock with her lips.
I released my clenched fingers and cum streamed into Molly's mouth. Molly was now as enamoured by this debauched conclusion as I was and guzzled my cum down like a backstreet whore. I once again... encouraged Molly with a stream of foul-mouthed epithets, but it was clear that these weren't necessary; Molly was the same eager little cock-slut that she'd always been.
Having drained me dry and cleaned my cock off too, Molly climbed to her feet, gave me one final kiss on the cheek and growled "Now disappear back into the shadows Zorro and don't say a word to anyone... Ever!" Straightening her dress Molly walked away; offering one final glance over her shoulder as she enquired: "Was it all you dreamt it'd be?"
"I could ask you the same question. But yes... though maybe taking you in that Union-Jack dress would've been nicer?"
Molly didn't look back, but instead gave me a small wave as she replied: "I still have it and I can fit into it too... well, almost. Let me know when you're next back in town and I'll dig it out for you."
As Molly disappeared around the corner of the building, I looked at the dent and the mess of scratches that now adorned the bonnet of that car; had Molly known that this was my, or at least my wife's car when she'd chosen where to wait?
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<i>For those people opening this story, this is a continuation of an earlier body of work called Zorro. To make and sense of what is happening you really should read the original. It is filed under incest/taboo please read that first.
For those who have written to me asking for the story to continue, thanks for your kind words, I hope you enjoy this although it may not go where you would expect or like. Regards
All players over the age of 18.</i>
*****
Three months earlier
Johnny had been part of the selection panel for the one graduate they would take in their engineering firm. They were down to the last candidate and had all but determined their preferred candidate. Mary Alford, head of HR and panel chairperson opened the door and in walked a goddess; long jet black hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, killer body and a smile that engaged the panel members. Her name was Elle Norman and her smile and persona dominated the room. She was simply the most attractive woman he had ever seen and he could feel his heart pumping as he quickly recovered and put on his business smile.
Elle walked into the room and was quickly taken by the head person, Johnny Roberts. Tall, handsome, an easy going manner made her pulse quicken for more than just the interview. When he smiled at her she felt a spread of arousal that focussed on her sex. She was determined to make this interview succeed and looked forward to the challenge.
Johnny outlined the process they would follow, settling the players.
'I'm intrigued as to why you want this job? At face value you have the grades that would more or less guarantee you a role in one of the large, perhaps more prestigious companies.'
She smiled and looked him in the eye. 'Yes, and I could join the other 20 odd graduates in their program. Everything would be scheduled for the next year and we would all follow the same, compartmentalised learning track. Maybe I'm number 1, maybe I'm number 15, but we all do the same thing at the same pace. Now I'm not saying that's bad, and in all fairness I'm interviewing with them as well, but I see an opportunity here that doesn't exist elsewhere. You,' she said leaning closer to Johnny and cocking an eyebrow in a flirtatious way that had his heart pumping, 'have a reputation for taking one graduate, taking a personal interest in their education and giving opportunities to be involved in aspects of the business that few others would get. Yes, I could get more money elsewhere but for me it's not just about money, this is my preferred position.'
She was impressive, as she knew she would be.
At the end of the interview the panel members all looked at each other. 'How does WOW sound,' said Mary. 'She knows more about our business than half the people working for us. Perhaps it sounds better if I say it, as the only female panel member, the only issue is the old sexist thing. Gorgeous seems such an inadequate word to describe her. Is she just too attractive? Will she be too disruptive? All the guys will fall over themselves and I suspect the ladies will turn green with jealousy. Sorry to put it on the table but...WOW,' she said looking at Johnny.
'I like your honesty Mary and I think we all know what you mean. Are we frightened by one attractive woman? If we are then it's time to give it away. Anyway, her first month will effectively be with me as we would normally do with any graduate, so that will give her a chance to develop relationships in a managed way. Anyone who wants to harass her will have to do it in the office next to me. That should give her some breathing space I would have thought. The next three months she is still directly working with me so I think we can handle it without too much fuss. Besides, I'm sure she knows more about handling amorous young men than anyone else in the business,' he said and they all laughed, acknowledging the joke but also the reality.
Had he been more aware he may well have noticed the quiet look that Mary gave him. 'I was also thinking of you. How will you handle her? Can you?' the words unspoken.
**
Rose McLain was regarded as a throwback to a long gone era. She was fiercely loyal and protective of her boss. God himself would not have been able to get into Johnny's office without first going through her. And her glare was the story of legend. Many a manager had quaked at her piercing stare as she looked over the top of her glasses. So when Elle was first brought to Johnny's office Rose looked up as she was introduced, and the corners of her mouth turned down as she took in the little black skirt, white blouse with the top two buttons undone showing a tantalising amount of cleavage, neat business jacket and open heels making her gorgeous legs look long and shapely. Even the open smile on Elle's face failed to impress Rose.
Displaying her customary air of superiority Rose showed Elle to her office and then took her through to Johnny's office next door. Elle's hand felt hot and heat radiated through her body leaving her with a familiar flush in her groin as she was again introduced to him and they shook hands. He outlined her first month which was to effectively shadow Johnny everywhere, attend every meeting and learn the business. Then he gave her a task.
'Look, our Safety Manger, Bob Dunlop has notified me of his retirement, although it's not effective for three months. Bob has been with us forever and, while he does a reasonable job I'm just not sure we are where we should be. You have studied health and safety so I want you to do an audit of our safety program. Say in four weeks report back to me on how you see things. For the rest of the day Johnny introduced Elle to other members of the business and she sat in with him on virtually everything he did. They quickly established a rapport and started to open up to each other.
Rose looked at her watch, it was near the end of the day. She stiffened in her chair and listened. There is was again, unmistakable; laughter, deep, belly laughter coming from Johnny's office. She turned to look through the mottled glass window to make sure. There were only Johnny and Elle there. She couldn't recall the last time she had heard genuine laughter from that office.
When Elle packed up to leave Rose gave her a warm smile. As she watched the relationship develop Rose both developed a real affection for Elle who she saw as having a really positive effect on Johnny but also was fearful of the future as she could see more than just friendship developing. And Rose suspected that there was a messy ending around the corner. However, Johnny was noticeably happier, joyful, energetic and pleasant to all staff.
Elle was an instant attraction with staff and, as Johnny had suggested, she was skilled in handling everything from attraction to jealousy. Within a short period of time she had the men eating out of her hand and had calmed the jealous females.
Elle worked closely with Johnny on the daily tasks and threw herself into the safety audit when she had her own time. While she was able to handle the advances of the various males in the business she found it much harder to manage her rapidly growing attraction to Johnny. And the feelings were mutual. They had an instant and easy rapport and shared the same sense of humour. It wasn't long before people noticed Johnny coming to work happy, sparkling and his mood rubbed off onto others.
'I want you to sit in on my budget/expenditure reviews,' he told her. 'I'm sure by the end of it you will learn a lot. I'm going to grill the managers and their senior staff. By the end of it there will be no doubt about their level of responsibility, tell me if I miss anything.' And so the review began. One by one the managers and their staff were grilled, boiled and toasted over their budgets. Elle was amazed at Johnny's comprehension of their progress and the level of detail that he had for every manager's budget. No one was able to escape his scrutiny.
At the end he sat back, put his hands behind his head, placed one ankle on the other knee and smiled contentedly. 'So, tell me if anyone doesn't understand the importance of managing the financials?' he chortled confidently.
Elle nodded her head. 'Yes, very impressive. You didn't miss anyone or anything,' she said and Johnny basked in the compliment. Then she floored him with a question.
'So, when do you do the same exercise for safety?' she asked directly.
Johnny's face dropped. 'What do you mean?' he said sitting bolt upright.
'I'm impressed. And as a graduate, if I'm put in a compromising position where I have to choose between taking a chance on safety and overspending on my budget... you've just shown me how important the budget is... so?'
'What,' he said angrily, his voice raised a few decibels. 'Are you saying I'm not safe?' he growled, challenging her.
She remained calm, a half smile on her lips. "I'm not saying anything. I just ask the question. You wanted me to audit the safety program so I'm looking at everything. If the bone points at you or management so be it.'
'WHAT, what,' he said bristling with anger. Then he leaned across the table, stabbed a pointed finger at her and then into the table as he spoke. 'You... you go out and ask around. You find out if I'm safe or not. I'm sure everyone will tell you how safe I am. Then come back and report that to me. Go,' he said fuming. He was proud of his commitment to safety and took her challenge as an insult. Although he didn't acknowledge it, it was also a factor of having her challenge him that made him angry.
Rose kept her head down as Johnny stormed out of his office. He walked past her desk then turned around. His anger was etched all over his face. Rose quaked as he glared at her. He leaned over her and stabbed his finger into the desk. 'Do not, under any circumstances let me go home without sacking that sanctimonious... arrogant... bitch,' he snarled. 'I'll be back and then I'll sort her out.' She could see he was fuming then a wicked smile crossed his face and he leaned closer. 'And I'm going to enjoy doing it,' he said and then stormed off.
A few minutes later Elle came out of her office. She sauntered over to Rose. 'I guess he's a bit upset,' she commented in a matter of fact way.
'Um, you could say that,' Rose said quietly, knowing the full truth. She had never seen Johnny so upset and she felt sorry for the young girl.
'I put a dent in his ego and he doesn't like it,' she said. And Rose nearly fell off her chair as Elle gave her a warm smile 'but he will get over it, he knows I'm right. He just needs a bit of time to accept it, then he will come around to my way of thinking. Let's face it, he's only a man. He just doesn't like being told, especially by a woman.'
When Johnny came back he asked Rose to bring Elle in.
'Rose is here to take notes,' he said. Rose was stunned as he continued. 'I took exception to what you just did. There's a lot of ways about telling people things, insulting them or belting them between the eyes with a baseball bat is one, it gets their attention but is not normally recommended. But sometimes necessary. If you had been afraid to tell it to me straight, if you had couched it in soft terms I would have likely dismissed what you said. And that would have been a tragedy. Pardon the expression but that took balls. On another day I might have sacked you.
'But... I'm making some changes and Rose will put these in writing. You will continue to shadow me as a graduate. Bob retires in two months. You will still stay in the graduate program but effective tomorrow you will be the Manager Health and Safety, he and his staff will transfer to you although I expect you to look after Bob, he's been a loyal servant. When he has gone let me know what resources you need to get the program up to speed and then get the job done. I'm throwing you in at the deep end, you've got a shit load of work ahead of you but I have no doubt, none at all that you will succeed. By the way, safety interviews commence in four weeks and you will start by tackling me. I hope you know the difference between bullshit and fact because you will likely get a lot of one and little of the other. You want to raise the profile of safety well it's all yours Elle and if you need any support then you've got it.'
'I... I... don't know what to say,' Elle stammered. 'Thank you, thank you so much. I will do whatever has to be done to justify your faith in me. I... I'm overwhelmed,' she said, flustered.
A warm smile creased his face and his body relaxed. 'It's me that needs to thank you. Now get out of here you two. It's not like you haven't got anything to do. Women!'
Rose gave Elle a comforting smile as they left. By the time she sat down Elle's love for Johnny had become an infatuation. At there was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
Over the ensuing weeks Rose watched with mixed emotions as she saw the relationship develop. She knew the signs. Elle was more than attractive and Rose watched the interaction her and Johnny, the way she dressed sexy but business attire, the smiles, the laughter, how she leaned over him showing her perfect cleavage, the casual touches then more recently the quick lunch date. She knew nothing had happened but understood the inevitability.
**
Monica had a burning pain in her chest, her mouth was dry as she looked at Nate. The time was now although right now she desperately wanted to go to the toilet. Hot tears were burning behind her eyes and the first sounds were not words, just a nervous croak. She cleared her throat.
'Nate... we... I need to talk with you.'
Nate was stunned, he hadn't expected his mother to say anything. 'Oh Christ,' he thought 'she's going to tell me. What the fuck do I do?'
There was an eerie silence in the room. Monica ran her hand through her hair nervously.
'Nate, when you came home... you must have seen, must have wondered... this is so hard,' she said as she ran a trembling hand over her eyes. 'Nate, when you saw me you must have seen my... my... all of me - my sex, naked. And when you saw all of me you must have seen... oh god,' she muttered shaking her head in disbelief as a tear trickled down her cheek. 'Nate, baby, it's not as it must appear. You must have wondered why I was in that state, must have wondered, no, knew what was dripping down my thighs and I assume there were puddles on the floor. You must have known what it was... that it was... sperm. I mean, what else could it have been? And you knew that it obviously wasn't from your dad.'
'But it wasn't what you think. I mean, it's not like I'm having an affair or anything.'
Then Monica stopped, her head and shoulders sagged and another tear trickled down her face. She couldn't look at him and her hands covered her face as she continued.
'The truth is I don't know whose sperm it was. At the time I thought your dad wasn't coming home... and I know that should have alerted me, but... I had a lot to drink... a lot, and I guess that made me... careless. The girls were all talking about sex. I was horny, we all were. I was depressed and then someone walked in wearing a Zorro uniform. God, I thought it was your dad; I wanted it to be your dad because I was so hot, like a bitch on heat. I sort of threw myself at him. I wouldn't if I had known who it was.'
'The bastard never let on. I mean he knew what he was doing - and he was doing plenty. Then when everyone else left and there was just the two of us we went to the bedroom... and then he was getting plenty.'
Monica sobbed as she chocked on her words.
'I swear honey, I didn't know who it was. I admit I should have known it wasn't your father, his cock was bigger in every way; longer, thicker, harder... and I told him so. God, I took his cock in my hand, he was so aroused it was so hard, throbbing, it's been a long time since your father was like that, his cock was dribbling with pre cum, it was all over my hands, I smeared it over the head of his cock... helped him lubricate it so he could put it in me easier. When I held his balls in my hand they were like great fucking hairy coconuts hanging from a tree. And when he mounted me... it's not like he had to do it all, I spread myself for him, so he mounted up and as he started to ride me I wrapped my arms and legs around him and gave myself to him. And did he ride me... oh yeah, what a ride, he really fucked me. When he put that cock in me my mind just blew itself away, I lost it. It was the best fuck I've ever had, he stretched me wide, touched places I didn't even know existed, one minute he was riding me like there was no tomorrow, the next he was so smooth, so gentle. Your dad... normally he doesn't last that long, but last night... he just kept going, he was insatiable. He knew how to make love to a woman, I could feel the orgasm coming from a long way out, it just grew and grew until I was consumed by it; he made me cum, and cum, and cum... and I was screaming in ecstasy. When he came inside me I felt so good. It was the best fuck I've ever had. I went to sleep and when I woke up he was gone. The house was empty. I feel ashamed, I feel like such a fool.' 'And then you came home and you know the rest,' she said and broke down sobbing. She stepped to him and put her head on his chest.
Nate put his arms around her and hugged her to him.
'I don't have to tell her, she will never know,' he thought to himself as Monica broke down crying into his shoulder.
'So now, there's someone out there who has had his way with me and I don't know who. It could be one of our friends or none. Am I going to pass him on the street? Is he going to come into our house? Is it one of your dad's work mates? Is he going to look me in the eye as we talk knowing all the time that he has kissed me, fondled my breasts, fucked me and made me cum? Every time we meet he is going to know and he's going to get his jollies at my expense. And I will never know,' she said sobbing.
And then from somewhere he heard his own voice 'It was me. I came home early and put on the outfit. I just wanted to grab a beer and go to my room but you saw me. Thereafter, I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did but there was never a right time and then... it felt so good that I just couldn't resist.'
Then for a few moments there was deathly silence. Her jaw had dropped and her mouth hung open in shock. Then she exploded.
'WHAT, YOU,' she screamed in disbelief, her face contorted in anger. Although he maintained a hold on her she took a step away from him and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. He didn't flinch and stared at her.
'YOU FUCKING BASTARD,' she screamed then hit him again. 'Jesus fucking Christ, how could you? You... you... you raped me, you fucking raped me. My own fucking son, you bastard. How could you be so heartless, so insensitive, how could you play me like that? Christ don't you understand that's incest. You're disgusting, get out my sight, go. I don't want to look at you. Oh my god I'm going to be sick,' she cried.
Nate let go of her and she turned away from him sobbing loudly and promptly started to heave into the sink. He took the opportunity to leave her hanging over the bowl.
Nate closed his bedroom door gently behind him. For a moment he stood still then took a deep breath and slowly let the air exhale. His mind was blank but his emotions were running on high.
His head wrenched around in surprise as his mother burst into his room. Her face drawn, her eyes wild, blazing with anger and her voice bordering on hysterical. She stood inches in front of him and jabbed a finger into his chest.
'You knew. All the time you knew. You could have done something, you could have told me, but no... my own son. You took advantage of me - of my trust. How could you do that? What made you think that you could do something like that and get away with it? How could you do something like that to me? I'm your mother. How could you... practically rape me?' she yelled at him.
'Mom, there was no disrespect. You're a beautiful woman, we were there, you were hot, there was no rape it was more about love.'
'What... love... you call that love... god you have no idea what love is,' she sneered at him, her body quivering with anger.
Instinctively he took a small step forward and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms; one down by her side, the other jammed between them.
If she was angry before she went ballistic now.
'What do you think you are doing? Let me go?' she screamed at him struggling violently to get away from him. 'Get your filthy fucking hands off me; now,' she demanded trying everything to get away from him.
He held her tight as she vented her anger and frustration. It took a few minutes but slowly she tired and collapsed against him, tears of humiliation running down her cheeks. When he answered his voice was quiet, assured.
'Yes, love? It was at the time,' and he was surprised as she suddenly stopped struggling against him.
Again he paused, content just to hold her. 'And it was beautiful,' he said in a way that almost brought tears to her eyes. As he held her he felt her slump against him and all the hatred, anger and fear slowly drain from her.
The seconds dragged and they were motionless as she processed his words, striving desperately for some sense as she composed herself. Gradually he felt her surrender and sag against him and her breathing returned to normal. He was on guard as she gathered herself.
'Your father must never find out about this,' she said softly but with a steely resolve. And there was a note of desperation in her voice as she continued. 'You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone, not him, not your mates, not your girlfriend, no one: ever! I'm not a trophy. We have to live in this town and I can't go down the shops wondering if the person serving me or the person behind me knows that I've had an incestuous relationship with my son. What happened has happened and I will never forgive you but you have to promise me, no one will ever know, no one. One loose word and we will be destroyed,' she demanded, staring him in the eye.
Nate stroked her back as he responded. 'What happened between us will stay between us. I promise that I will never tell anyone. But what I said is true; it was about love and it was beautiful and you can't deny that you loved it as much as I did. Maybe some time in the future you will accept that.'
'Jesus, save me, enough, you can let me go now. I'm not getting into a debate about whether I liked it or not. It shouldn't have happened at all. God Nate...' she growled breaking away from him. She left shaking her head in disbelief.
Nate stared at the door as she slammed it shut as she left. He took a deep breath, held it as if waiting for her to return then slowly exhaled. He sat down on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. 'Could have been worse,' he thought to himself 'could have been a lot worse.'
Then as he sat on the edge of his bed his cock started to harden. He stared in surprise as the blood filled his cock with desire, his subconscious roaring ahead of his conscious mind. He moved to free his cock now throbbing almost painfully as the reality hit him. The words came back to him "Your father must never find out about this... you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone... you have to promise me, no one will ever know, no one."
'Oh I won't,' he thought. 'But more importantly neither will you... not under any circumstances... ever!' She had just told him that she was vulnerable. But for what? He needed time to think things through. Things could get out of hand quickly and he was aware of the danger.
Nate had a cat nap. When he awoke his balls were tight and his cock aroused, he needed some relief. He rang Abby and arranged to have dinner with her. Abby was only too happy to accommodate him and for the second time that day she lay moaning beneath him in pleasure as he brought her slowly to an earth shattering climax. 'It doesn't get much better than this,' he thought as he filled her cunt with his sperm.
The house was empty when he returned home, Monica was at the airport picking up Johnny. He felt... GOOD!
**
Monica felt a tremor of nerves and she saw Johnny come through the arrivals gate. She was wracked with guilt as she smiled and kissed him, hoping desperately that nothing showed on her face because she had been overwhelmed with thoughts, horrible, unbelievable and at times erotic thoughts of Nate since their argument. When they arrived home she wanted to get Johnny into bed, she needed to assuage her guilt and get the feel of Nate from her body, she needed Johnny to make love to her, but as she reached for his cock Johnny said he was tired and wanted to sleep. He rolled over and in no time was snoring quietly.
It was all too much. Monica was hit by a wave of emotion and silent tears flowed down her cheeks. Johnny had become more distant over the last few months and she desperately needed him. She had been fucked by her son... and ignored by her husband. Her son had given her the best sex she had ever had... her husband gave her none. Her pussy was empty and she wanted some cock. She was depressed and frustrated. Sleep was a long time coming and then it was troubled. When she awoke she was tired, frustrated and nervous. She dreaded the moment when they were all together. In spite of his commitment Monica was afraid that Nate would say something to Johnny.
**
Nate arrived downstairs for breakfast, his parents were already there sitting at the table as was normally the case. 'Hi dad, how was your trip?' he asked and went and stood behind his mother's chair. Monica's body tensed as she saw and heard Nate move behind her. As Johnny replied Nate reached out and started massaging Monica's neck and shoulders. Monica stifled a cry as she felt his first touch then fought down a wave of panic. She could feel her face going red as Nate worked her neck muscles. 'You're a bit tight mom,' he said, his voice calm and natural. 'I'll just work you over and loosen you up a bit.' He said, continuing to massage Monica's neck as they talked. She was in a state of panic as Nate continued to massage her neck and hold a discussion with Johnny. Eventually he finished and she tried to glare at him but fought back the urge to cry as he stared her down with an insolent smile.
Monica was in a state of constant fear when Nate was around although he made no further move on her for the remainder of the day. Nate had a late morning class; on the way he dropped in to Abby's and they enjoyed some morning glory, Nate taking the opportunity to do some preliminary exploration into Abby's virgin ass with a probing finger. Abby gave him the green light to probe with more than his finger.
**
Dinner was a strained affair. Nate was increasingly aroused and Monica was increasingly nervous. She sighed with relief when they finished and Nate said he would be out and late back home.
When Abby opened the door she saw Nate on the doorstep, bottle of lubrication and condoms in his hand; smile on his face. 'Is that for me?' she asked innocently. 'Oh god this is so exciting. No one has ever wanted to fuck my ass before. I feel like a virgin... which I suppose is what my ass is. Come on, fill my dirty shit hole lover.' Abby rolled the condom onto his rigid pole then turned, her ass in the air as he squirted lubricant over his condom and worked more into her ass hole. Then gently he probed her virgin hole before with a gasp, she felt the sphincter muscles collapse and he worked the full length of his cock into her. He mauled her tits as he fucked her ass and some minutes later she was gasping and moaning as she felt his sperm deposited in the condom before a wave of pleasure climaxed through her body.
As they lay in bed playing with each other's body Nate leaned in to her. 'I don't think it would be a good idea for mom or anyone else to know about us.'
Abby smiled and fondled his balls. 'She's your mother Nate. I won't have to tell her; she will know. Not today, not tomorrow but she will know. Mothers are like that. They pick up on every little nuance. I promise you that I won't say a word but ... believe me, she will know,' she said with a heavy emphasis on the word will.
With Nate out of the house Monica was not going to be denied. As she and Johnny went to bed she quickly took the lead, snuggling into Johnny she leaned over him and as she kissed him she reached for his cock. After a few strokes she felt him harden and he came fully erect as she fondled his balls. Desperately she climbed over him and pushed the head of his cock into her cunt before sliding down his pole. The unwanted thought came to her that he wasn't as long, wasn't as thick and wasn't as hard. Angrily she focussed on riding Johnny's cock until she felt him push back into her as his balls filled her with sperm. But she couldn't help the severe feeling of let down as she rolled of him. She shed a tear of frustration, the sex was brief and she was left unsatisfied.
Next morning Nate again stopped and massaged her neck as he briefly talked with his father. He could feel the tension in her muscles.
After Johnny left for work Monica fronted Nate. 'Don't you dare touch me. Keep your hands to yourself at breakfast or any other time. Haven't you done enough to destroy this family already? Are you determined to bring us all down? I tell you now, if you ever try to bloody rape me again I will, not maybe, I definitely will tell your father and all hell will break loose. You will be out and on your ass, as we all will.'
'I didn't rape you before and I will not rape you in the future. But; let's be honest; dad, like many executives spends more and more time at work - which at his level you have to do. The price for that is family. You are a very beautiful woman, pretty, sexy body but you're now the token wife. You are largely ignored at home, less and less sex and even then short and not satisfying. You dress up for the functions and pretend to be a happy corporate wife but you are increasingly sexually and emotionally frustrated. Do you want to live like that forever? The sex we had together was beautiful. You're a hot, sexy woman and we both know it and we both know that you love my cock.'
'No, no, no, I don't want to hear any of this. Who the hell do you think you are? You don't know shit now leave me alone do you hear.' And with that she stormed out, the truth of his words ringing in her ears and piercing her heart.
**
Two days later Monica and her group of friends were meeting for an early morning coffee, as was their custom. There were eight ladies. Abby was the last to arrive. She breezed in and took the last seat - two to the side, but facing Monica and she dropped her bag on the floor beside her in an animated manner. She threw her long hair back and fluffed it with her fingers. She looked gorgeous and her face was a picture of happiness.
'Bloody hell, make an entrance why don't you said Jenny. What's happened to you? You look like the cat that got all the cream, or... maybe some... other sort of cream,' she said in a suggestive but jocular manner and everyone around the table laughed and looked at Abby.
'Hmppff,' she snorted merrily. 'Can't a girl even be happy anymore?' she joked looking around the table. For a moment her eyes held Monica's and in that instant they both knew the truth. Monica's heart stopped beating, her hands started trembling and for a moment her mouth dropped open in shock. She looked away, embarrassed. Every time she looked at Abby she knew, it was written on her face, in her manner and Abby showed no signs of embarrassment or remorse. On the contrary, she looked happier than she had ever been. Coffee seemed to go on forever and it was with a sigh of relief that Monica was able to leave. By the time she got home she was in a fury.
Nate looked up startled as Monica threw the door open and burst into his room.
'Oh you bastard, don't tell me, you're screwing around with Abby. You're fucking her aren't you? My best friend. Can't you keep your bloody dick in your pants for more than five minutes? God, what are you some fucking sex maniac. Was it not enough that you fucked me, all but fucking raped me? No, that wasn't enough was it, you had to fuck her as well? God you are a piece of work.'
Nate stood as he looked at her, her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring, her face flushed with anger her nipples aroused with emotion. She looked beautiful and he could feel his arousal. He stepped closer.
'Well after what she said... it was always going to happen wasn't it?' he said cocking an eyebrow. That said, that's between the two of us, it's really none of your business is it? I'm sure if you asked her she wouldn't have any complaints. She always ends up screaming in ecstasy... just like you did,' he said as a smug smile played over his face.
The words stabbed her like a knife piercing her heart. Her mind went numb and she exploded.
'You bastard, you filthy bastard,' she snarled at him and instinctively slapped his face. Then recoiled in shock as he immediately slapped her in response. She was stunned for a few seconds then overcome with anger she slapped him again; harder. He didn't flinch, calmly he stared into her eyes, measured the distance then then she reeled away as the sound of the crack echoed through the house as he slapped her hard. The force of the blow stunned her and she staggered sideways before recovering her balance, then involuntarily took a step backwards away from him backing into the wall. Shock and fear was etched on her face as her hand went to her cheek, the inside of her mouth sore and bleeding.
Nate stepped in front of her, she took a half step back, pushing up against the wall, his face inches from hers invading her space, intimidating. She cringed in front of him.
'Don't you ever try anything like that again,' he said 'or speak about Abby to anyone.' He reached an unsympathetic hand to her cheek and wiped the tears from her face with his thumb as he continued. 'Abby is hot; pretty as a picture, gorgeous body, she's my little fuck slut and she loves it. She's up for anything I want and I want everything. Oh, by the way, when I say she's up for anything, Abby wants a baby, I'm going to give her one. She has stopped taking contraceptives, she's fertile, her womb is unprotected, and I'm filling her cunt with sperm so it won't be long before you become a grandmother... It's going to happen so deal with it.'
Monica retreated to her room. She was in shock; humiliated. She cried as she sat on the edge of her bed trying to understand what had happened. He had broken the two biggest taboos in society; incest and domestic violence, notwithstanding the fact that he was going to make Abby pregnant. As she contemplated what had happened it dawned on her that having broken the taboos once it would be easier to do the second time around and easier every time after that and she was sure he would come for her at some stage. He had fucked her: it wasn't a spur of the moment action, he was sober, knew she was drunk, knew she thought he was his father yet he calmly and calculatingly waited then went to bed with her, took advantage of her condition and fucked her. Now he had hit her: there was no remorse, he wanted to dominate her. She was awash with emotions: fear, hatred, pain but what horrified her was the fact that she knew there was a part of her that was aroused by his behaviour, a part of her that wanted to be dominated. It frightened her that she felt a grudging admiration for the way he controlled her.
After what seemed forever Monica roused herself as she had to start preparing the evening meal. She couldn't help the fear and trepidation as she left her room and the feeling of relief as she found herself alone in the kitchen. She wiped the water from her eyes and found some relief in the mundane tasks. Suddenly he was there. She felt her confidence drain away as he stood beside her. His presence was intimidating and she tried unsuccessfully to control the trembling of her hands.
She knew he was trying to intimidate her. And she could feel herself wilting, it was about strength, about power, about control as he simply stood there doing nothing, daring her to do something - anything. She couldn't face him. It took all her courage, all her control to keep the hot tears behind her eyes from falling.
Monica froze in disbelief as she felt Nate slip his hand up the back of her T shirt and start gently rubbing her back. Her eyes flicked to his then she quickly looked away, the confusion and horror etched on her gorgeous features as she felt his hand slip slowly down her back and over her ass. She wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to fight but she stood motionless as he slowly cupped a cheek and squeezed her ass. She closed her eyes, a small tear squeezing out between her eyelids. She stood silently as he casually had his way with her ass. He took his time and when satisfied, he gave her ass a playful pat.
'Nice ass,' he said to her ear. 'I'm off to play mummies and daddies with Abby,' he said as he left her.
**
The following morning Monica was dressed in her PJs as she started washing the dishes. Johnny was engrossed in reading the paper, barely feet away on the other side of the breakfast bar as Nate picked up a tea towel and started drying. Monica could feel her pulse rising as he stood beside her. For a moment her knees buckled, she was terrified as he slipped his hand inside the elastic waist band and cupped her bare ass in his hand. She couldn't believe that Nate would be so bold, reckless or stupid as to do anything with Johnny so close.
Monica's eyes were riveted on Johnny. The pounding of her heart was off the Richter scale, she was terrified that Johnny would notice something happening. And it was all she could do to stand still as Nate ran a teasing finger down the crack of her ass, spread her cheeks and arrogantly probed her ass hole before withdrawing his hand from her PJs they both knew that her surrender was complete. Her knees were shaking as they finished the dishes. Nate smiled at her and gave her ass a final squeeze. She knew that if he pushed all the way he would find her wet. He didn't. Salvation was but a scream away but they both knew it was never coming.
Her ass was now Nate's play thing and he never missed an opportunity to play. Her outrage at being accosted by Nate long confined to memory. She was almost becoming used to having his hand squeeze, caress or pinch her ass; even though at times she was terrified as, it seemed to her that he became more and more aggressive, delighting in touching her when Johnny was close by.
At that time Nate was content. He was getting as much sex as he wanted from Abby and Erica until Abby started her period. Suddenly he didn't have the outlet for his sexual urges that he had become used to. Almost sub-consciously he became bolder, more playful, which for Monica, translated into the first tickle of her pussy through her clothes, the first fondle of her breast and the first squeeze of her nipples. Her mind was now tormented by the horror of what Nate was doing to her but aroused and excited by the unbridled power he exerted over her and the thrill of the seduction because she knew that in spite of herself she was being seduced. In the absence of any meaningful attention from Johnny she came to accept, then find pleasure in Nate's sexual games.
**
Johnny looked up and smiled as Elle walked into his room. 'Hi Johnny,' she said dropping into the chair in front of him and crossed her long legs. She smiled and it gave her pleasure as she noticed Johnny's eyes caress her. 'Wow, look at this conference,' she said smiling at him as she opened the brochure. 'Look at the range of speakers. And the topics... gee, most of the things we have been discussing over the last few months. If it was in the state, but it's in on the other side of the country. Maybe in another world. It would be nice if we could both go... but you should consider it anyway.'
Johnny looked at the brochure. It did seem a comprehensive list. For the time being he put it aside. He gave it a quick glance then noticed the date. 'Ouch, the conference looks great but that's also the date when we have a dinner planned with a group of friends. Monica has organised it and it's been scheduled for some time, if I missed that due to work Monica would never forgive me. Life wouldn't be worth living.'
To Elle that sounded like a perfect scenario but she just smiled and held her own counsel.
But the seed had been planted. Early the next morning he called Elle into his office. His throat was tight and his stomach quivering as he spoke to her.
'I've been thinking,' he said. 'That conference... I like it. There's a lot of things we could discuss and it would also be good for your development so how would you like if we both went?'
Elle could hardly contain her excitement. 'Oh, Johnny, I'm shaking with excitement already. What a wonderful opportunity. Oh I would love to go with you. But how... you said it would be ah, difficult,' she said and left the question hanging. Their eyes met, she could see the emotion playing out on his face, knew that she was the prize and that he was going to pay a price; a heavy price. He cocked an eyebrow, winked at her and she could feel her nipples taught with arousal as he gave her a sexy smile.
'Yeah, there is that,' he said wistfully. 'But if the... ah conference... is as good as I hope it will be then I'll take the pain so to speak.'
Elle smiled as she looked at him. She could feel herself trembling with desire. She was sure she read the messages he was sending her. 'Oh I'm sure it will live up to expectations,' she said in a voice that had the blood surging to his cock.
Johnny charged Elle with making all the arrangements. She made sure they had time to look around New York before the conference and some time at the back end to simply enjoy the moment.
'And I want adjoining rooms with a connecting door,' she stipulated when making the room bookings with the hotel.
**
Monica was shattered when he told her he had booked for the conference. Over the last few months Johnny had been distant and she organised this night out as a special event to bring them back together. 'Jesus Johnny. How can you book a conference when you know we have already booked for the Dianna Kraal concert along with Harry, Jane, Mary and Lenny. You know how special this was going to be. What do we tell them?' she growled at him.
'They will understand,' he said.
'The hell they will, Johnny, I can't believe you would be so selfish. I was really looking forward to that night out, now you've ruined everything... again,' she spat at him. Now I will have to ring the others and work something out. They may not want to go or they can go by themselves, whatever.'
'No, it's ok, I have already rung them, it's still on,' he said as Nate watched on.
Nate knew the signs, knew the look. He could see Monica's body tense, the lips tighten into a thin line, the eyes narrowed before they turned on him. And when she spoke her voice was ice cold and menacing, her fury in check. 'You what? You did what? You spoke to the others before telling me?'
'Well, I thought that would be best. I mean I didn't want to tell you over the phone.'
Nate braced himself as her fury boiled over. 'So when did you book this conference, today, yesterday?' He didn't speak. 'Yesterday, it was fucking yesterday wasn't it,' she screamed at him as she lost all semblance of control. 'You knew I had organised this for us, you knew how important this was for me yet you still went ahead and booked for the conference. I can't believe you would do that. You're a bastard,' she snarled at him.
Nate was feeling a bit mischievous and saw a clear opportunity, one he would not miss. 'You can still go mom; dinner, concert, a few drinks, not all bad and... I would love to take you,' he said and they both understood the inference, although at this moment she was too angry to care.
Monica turned on him, furious at his flippant manner. 'Yeah, I'm sure you would,' she retorted in a derisory tone and manner. Her eyes blazing.
'Monica!' Johnny responded turning on her, his tone sharp, critical, full of reproach, which only served to increase her anger. 'Don't be so bloody negative. God, he's ready to put himself out to try and help you. If your son is prepared to take you then I don't know what your problem is, why can't you let him do it? He can take my place. I'm sure you would both enjoy it. Surely you can be a little more considerate of his position, just open up a bit, relax. Let's face it, it's not every day that you get the chance to have a date with your son, so you should enjoy the experience.'
Monica was fuming. She looked daggers at her husband. She didn't move, just glared at him, her eyes never flinched. He was blissfully oblivious to any obscure meaning of her words as she continued; her demeanour and body language ice cold.
'Me, bloody negative! Oh, I like that. You really have no idea. Are you really sure you don't mind Nate taking me in your place?' she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. 'Ok, let's work through this. I'm sure Nate doesn't want to see Diana Kraal but he's offered to cum with me in your place. So, you leave your credit card with Nate, after dinner we will go to the concert, you are happy for us to go to drinks after with the others and... on your credit card take it as read that I will probably get pissed. Dare I say it, a nice drop of wine, good company, a dance or two... yeah, you are probably right, maybe I have been a bit uptight about it. After a few drinks I probably will open up a bit. So, if you are happy with that then I guess that if he wants to cum then he can take me. Do I get that right?' And there was fury in her eyes as she glared at him.
Nate looked at his parents in shocked amusement. He couldn't believe his luck. He knew what was happening even though his father didn't. He didn't move, afraid to make any noise in case he broke the spell. His cock becoming aroused. He was going to have her at some time. All the better if she was a willing participant.
Johnny felt a rush on desire as he perceived a degree of acceptance from Monica. He thought she would be more difficult but she obviously was taken by his logic. Thoughts of being with Elle filled his mind, his cock quickly becoming aroused. At that stage he would agree to anything.
'Yeah, I think you would enjoy it if Nate took you, I'm more than happy if you want to make a night of it,' he said innocently.
The seconds dragged as Monica stood motionless, staring angrily at him as she collected her thoughts. She took her time contemplating the situation then made her decision. Then slowly and calmly, without emotion she turned and looked directly at Nate. 'Ok Nate, I guess you know what you are getting into. If you want to cum with me then I'm sure you will enjoy it. As your dad said, if you want to kick on after the concert so much the better, you have his approval to go for it. Looks like you are going to get to take me.' Their eyes locked and her gaze didn't flinch as they held each other's stare.
And so the day came for Johnny to leave.
It was all Johnny could do at that moment to hold his arousal in check. Johnny and Elle were scheduled to fly out the same day as the concert. Johnny seemed engrossed with his work and preparing for the conference so there was little interaction between him and Monica and certainly no sex.
At first Monica was consumed with guilt and contemplated telling Nate that she was not going but as Johnny's indifference grew she started to burn in anger and slowly that anger turned into a determination to let Nate have his way with her.
Not that Nate needed any encouragement. Any time he was near her his hands roamed freely over her body, the only caveat when he tried to push his fingers into her cunt.
'No, that's off limits... until after the concert,' she said. And her heart was pounding as her words sealed the contract. 'Then you can have your way with me as you like,' she said nervously, her voice soft and shaky. Nate simply took her in his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
**
When Johnny and Elle arrived in New York they went straight to the hotel, their rooms were ready. As soon as she entered her room Elle unlocked the door connecting their rooms and barged into Johnny's room. 'Wow. Look at this,' she said acting surprised. 'Well that will make it easier for us to... speak to each other,' she said with a broad smile. 'I'll leave it open while we unpack.'
Elle was all laughter and excited chatter as they unpacked. And she was in and out of his room as much as she was in her own which had Johnny chuckling at her.
'Come on, you're not leaving me alone in a strange city,' she said with hands on her hips. 'We are going to walk around and look at the sights like tourists,' she said when they were settled. She was young and excited and it showed. Her excitement and sense of wonder rubbed off him and he found that he was enjoying her company immensely.
It was warm and sunny. Johnny couldn't help but stare as Elle bounced into his room. She was dressed in jeans cut so low that the buckle of her belt was virtually at pussy level and her low cut blouse showed more than enough cleavage to excite a dead man. She smiled as she saw his eyes drawn to her breasts and his tongue lick his lips as she paraded before him. 'Am I ok?' she said as she raised her arms wide for his inspection. And it was all he could do to croak out a positive response. She was the perfect date as they took in the sights of New York. Inevitably they took a horse and buggy ride through Central Park. She put one arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder as they sat together in the buggy. 'This is just beautiful,' she said and left the interpretation to excite his balls.
'I'm going to Tiffanies,' she said when they alighted. 'I can't afford anything in there but every girl should go to Tiffany's at least once in their life,' she said making it sound like a rite of passage. 'So you are coming with me,' she said smiling.
'We're just browsing,' Elle sighed to the sales lady as they entered.
The lady had seen it all before; but she enjoyed showing off the jewellery. 'Do you have any Celtic Crosses?' Elle asked as they browsed.
'A girl after my own heart,' the sales lady responded smiling at Elle. And for the next few minutes they talked and laughed as Elle tried out one after the other. Until the sales lady brought out the last display.
'These are the gold crosses,' she said. 'This one is my favourite, she said taking a solid gold cross encrusted with diamonds. It is the only one with diamonds, it is so beautiful.' Elle gasped and immediately took a fancy to it.
'Oh my god, that really is beautiful,' Elle said trying it on. It hung comfortably between her breasts. 'It's the most beautiful think I've seen. I'm shaking,' she said trying it on.
'Yes, that really suits you... I think it looks magnificent, what do you think?' the sales lady said, turning to Johnny, challenging him. And it was all Johnny could do not to stare as Elle turned to face him. He could feel himself blushing slightly as he was forced to look at her, the cross hanging tantalisingly between her breasts, the nipples little points on either side of the jewellery, everything open for his gaze as she modelled and posed for him. 'Don't you think it sits beautifully on her?' she asked mischievously and both ladies glanced at each other and shared a smile at his obvious discomfort.
'One day,' Elle said to the sales lady, sighing audibly as she handed it back. Then froze, hardly believing her ears as Johnny said 'We will take it.'
'Johnny, did you look at the price? Those numbers are in thousands. You can't spend that much. No it's too much. I'll pick something else, less extravagant,' she stuttered, blushing.
'What, and then have you forever looking wishing it was this one and saying you should have taken the one you really wanted. Look, you love it so it's value, end of story.' Then he addressed the sales lady. 'At least I know she likes it. Beats the death out of trying to pick something myself and get it all wrong,' he said smiling guiltily to her.
'And I know who is going to get rewarded tonight,' the sales lady thought to herself and gave a knowing smile to Elle as she wrapped the package.
But it didn't happen. That night was conference registration night and Elle seemed somewhat withdrawn. Johnny was confused. She had always been so easy to get on with, so open, and seemingly available. Johnny couldn't understand the change in her demeanour, perhaps, he thought, she was embarrassed by the present, maybe he was too forward, so he stayed his distance. But their proximity, the smell of her, her touch, her smile, every word and her beauty drove him mad. He wanted her and she was quickly becoming an obsession. But she now seemed further away from him than ever. Elle, for her part, understood the art of seduction and the overwhelming power of lust in a male. So he went to bed uncertain and frustrated that night.
**
Monica was shaking with nerves as she dressed for the concert. She wore a long dress, cut low at the front showing off her ample cleavage. She wore long, dangly ear rings and matching necklace, the pendant hanging between her breasts. As she finished dressing she looked long and hard the bed in her room and at her wedding ring before gritting her teeth and taking a deep breath; she was ready.
Nate dressed in a suit with open neck shirt. She placed her arm in his as they went to the cab.
When they sat down for dinner Monica took a few deep gulps of wine to settle her nerves. Nate was charming, he joined the conversation in a mature way, interacting with everyone. When the ladies went to the powder room Mary commented 'what a wonderful boy your son is. He is so sexy and attractive, well-mannered and charming. He is the full package, the girls must be chasing him at college. You must be incredibly proud of him.'
Monica smiled. 'Yes, thanks for the compliment. He's my boy and I love him as much as any mother can love a child. Yeah, he doesn't seem to lack any female company although tonight he has to put up with me.'
Although it wasn't his type of music Nate enjoyed the concert. They had a few drinks after and finally it was time to catch a cab home. Monica was relieved; Nate had acted perfectly. The longer the evening went the more relaxed she became and slowly her arousal grew. They danced and as the time to leave grew closer he started whispering dirty thoughts in her ear 'not long now and I'm going to fuck you, all these people looking at us and none of them have any idea that my cock will soon be pushing up between your legs slipping and into your dripping cunt, hmmm I'm going to fuck you all night with my incestuous cock...'. By the time they left for home she admitted to herself that she was horny; nervous but horny.
Then Nate broke down all the barriers as they entered the house.
'No, leave the light off,' he said, replicating the Spanish accent he had previously used before they went to bed. No one must see Zorro's face or they die' he said with humour.
All the guilt fell from her shoulders, she giggled as she fell into his arms kissing him and groping his throbbing cock. 'Ok Zorro, do me with your long rapier,' she teased, laughing with him.
They stripped and fell on the bed. If she thought he was simply going to fuck her she was pleasantly surprised. He was into foreplay; kissing her lips, her eyes, her nose, many times her exposed neck and her breasts. He fondled her breasts, ran his fingertips over her back, the inside of her thighs, suckled and bit her sensitive nipples until every nerve was aroused and willing. Then he kissed his way down her body until she felt his hot breath on her pubic hair.
Johnny had never been into oral sex and she was quivering with anticipation. As Nate kissed her pussy and pushed his tongue into her heated folds she let out a long sigh of pleasure that represented all her life's frustrations. Her moans and groans were continuous as Nate continually changed his attack; gently running the tip of his tongue up and down her slit, moving his tongue side to side, pushing it deep into her dripping cunt, sucking on her clit, lashing it with the point of his tongue, gently nipping the throbbing bud with his teeth and any combination.
For Monica the world existed only in that gorgeous, throbbing little bud. 'Oh god, oh god, oh god Nate, I can't take any more,' she panted because that was the only way she could breathe. 'Jesus, I'm cummimg, I'm fucking cuuuuumming, Nate I'mmm cuuuuu ooooohhh fuucckkkk,' she screamed as her hips shuddered then bucked uncontrollably into his face. Her orgasm seemed to go forever and when it peaked she was covered in a sheen of sweat.
'Kiss me Nate, please kiss me,' she begged. Nate rose over her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss had every loving and lusting emotion from her heart and they shared the intimate moment. 'Now you can fuck me, I want you to fuck me,' she crooned into his ear with the emphasis on the word want as she spread herself wide and he moved over her. She felt him fumble as he positioned the head of his cock in the soft folds of her sex. She closed her eyes as he started the small thrusts, stretching her and lubricating his cock before he inserted the head into her. She let out a long sigh as he buried the full length of his throbbing meat into her. They shared a long passionate kiss before he started the long, slow thrusts into her willing body. She revelled in the feel of his back muscles rippling as he thrust his cock deep inside her body.
'Oh god, that's beautiful,' she moaned as he ground his pubic bone into hers. 'Don't stop, don't ever stop,' she sighed as she wrapped her legs around his thrusting body. The illicit nature of their coupling only served to heighten the intimacy they shared.
**
The following morning, dressed in a skimpy bikini PJ and short robe Elle burst through the connecting door, happy, smiling, full of joy as she bounced on the foot of Johnny's bed. His relief at her obvious happiness was overwhelming. His eyes roamed over her gorgeous legs as she sat cross legged on the foot of his bed. He could feel the warmth of arousal quickly growing as he looked at the inviting V between her thighs. He made a subtle move as his hardness formed a visible tent in the sheet covering him. The move did not go unnoticed and Elle smiled to herself.
Sitting on the bed she dropped her hand onto his thigh as she opened the conference contents. She started perusing the conference timetable, her hand gently rubbing the inside of his leg as she excitedly skipped from one point to another; her hand seemingly moving innocently over his thigh as she skipped from page to page. His erection was throbbing as Elle toyed with him.
'I'm going to wear the cross you bought me to the ball tonight, just for you,' she said and smiled seductively as she continued 'I've got just the dress for something as beautiful as that. I'm sure you will like it.'
By the time she left his room his hormones were rampant.
The conference was a whirl. She was close, attentive, excited, happy; everything a man could want. He was so lost in her that he was unaware that his emotions were subtly controlled by her; she lifted him up, then gently brought him back down; her happiness made him happy. He had lost the ability to think rationally around this woman. He found himself responding jealously as the young males tried to home in on her. By the end of the day he was emotionally and sexually charged.
She could see the rampant lust in his body language as they parted to get dressed for the ball.
Johnny heard a knock on the door then he was mesmerised as she walked onto his room. It was all he could do to stare; she was stunning. She twirled around in front of him. 'Do I look alright?' she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. She was a picture of beauty and sexuality.
Her dress was red. The top half almost bare, it had a halter neck, the V cut almost to her navel and as she wore no bra, showing the underside of her magnificent breasts and also tantalising glimpses of side boob. The cross hung mesmerizingly between those magnificent mounds. From the waist line the dress hung full length to the floor with a slit on the side which showed her thigh as she walked.
'Hey, the good thing about this dress is I don't need too much underwear,' she said and her laugh broke the tension building inside him.
As they approached the ballroom she took his arm. 'You have to promise not to dump me at our table and spend the evening talking blokey things with the other guys. You have to look after me. Promise,' she said, sounding a little nervous.
He put his hand on hers as he escorted her. 'Trust me, I have no intention of leaving you alone so I think you can take that as a promise.'
'I like promises,' she said quietly, raising her eyebrows seductively.
Elle was the obvious hit of the ball. Once the dancing started a number of young turks on the make approached her for a drink, a dance and anything else that caught their fancy at the time but she made it clear that she was with Johnny. The more she did, the more he loved her for it. Johnny had had a few drinks but Elle didn't mind, they were enjoying each other. They were dancing when the band started playing the song Come on Baby Light My Fire. It was her sign. Elle put her hands around Johnny's neck, pushed her groin to his and threw her head back. They turned in a circle as she laughed and sang along to the first verse. They sang together as he held her waist and supported her weight. Half way through the song Elle pulled herself upright, her face inches from his. For long seconds she stood still looking into his eyes, her face happy but serious. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear 'you've already lit my fire, I'm hot, burning: you can either stoke my fire or put it out, the choice is yours. I'm ready to go if that's what you want.'
It took barely seconds to process what she said. He drew back for a moment to make sure she wasn't joking. There was a tremor in his voice as he said 'we've wasted enough time, it's time to honour a promise.'
They didn't speak on the way back to their room. As soon as they shut the door she wrapped herself around him and gave him a deep passionate kiss. 'Let me undress you, it's time I showed you just how much I love your present,' she said and Johnny stood quivering with excitement as she took his clothes piece by piece until he stood in his jocks.
'Mmmm, that looks like a good cock,' she said as she stripped him naked. Her dress and thong hit the floor and they kissed as they fell back on the bed.
It was all very standard, kissing, fondling her breasts, fingers in her cunt then mount up for the ride. A few minutes later he came inside her with a few grunts, then stopped. But she didn't mind, on the contrary, she viewed him as a virtual blank page, an opportunity to take him on a sexual odyssey that would blow his mind. 'Well I will certainly blow his balls,' she thought to herself, and the thought made her smile.
Elle reached across Johnny and took his cock in her hand. Moving closer she kissed him and slowly started stroking him, smiling as she felt the surge of blood making him hard again. He let out a small groan as she slithered down his body and took the head of his cock in her warm mouth. She closed her lips around his member and started working the head with her tongue. His cock was now rock hard and she bobbed her head gently up and down.
Johnny was in heaven; she knew how to give him pleasure without tipping him over the edge. His cock was a constant and changing source of exquisite pleasure. Her goal was to please him and she took delight in his constant stream of moans and groans, which went to a new level as she sucked one, then the other of his balls into her mouth. There was nothing quiet about him but he didn't care, he was out of control. She was in no hurry, she knew her future was in her mouth at that moment and she was not going to waste the opportunity. Elle brought him to the edge of heaven and kept him there for what seemed an eternity. His cock and balls were throbbing, swollen with desire. 'Ooooh god, please honey, I have to cum, I'm gonna burst, pleeease make me cum,' he begged her. The word honey was nectar to her ears. With love in her heart she deep throated him and took spurt after spurt of his sperm in her belly. Before he had the chance to roll away or let his cock soften she straddled him and took his cock inside her cunt. He never had a chance to soften as she ground her clit into him and started to ride his pole. 'You're mine,' she thought as minutes later he let out a moan as he came inside her.
Later they lay in bed spooning each other. He reached around her and gently fondled her breast.
'God, I love you,' he said in wonderment then felt her stiffen. She turned to him and for a moment was silent. She placed her palm on his chest, her finger tips moving slowly over the smooth curves.
'Ah, the L word,' she mused quietly. 'Johnny, can I ask you to consider how you use that word in the future please. Everyone thinks that because I'm young, intelligent and beautiful that I'm more confident, more assured and more in control than others. But I'm really just as insecure and uncertain as any young girl and my heart breaks just as painfully as any other person. I am in love with you; and you can interpret that as meaning marriage, house, plenty of love and sex which leads to three little kids and a whole lot of laughs and happiness. That kind of love. That's my dream, my dream I would love to have with you.'
'As much as I want you, I'm not prepared to be anyone's mistress. We are here and for the duration of the conference you can have as much sex as you like and I'll fuck you just as hard as you fuck me. No commitment other than pleasure until we land back home. But once we do get back home... like I said, I love you Johnny, if you want me I'm yours, if not, enjoy my body for the next few days but when the time comes have the balls to tell me and I will move on. No ramifications, no leaks to Monica, no bad scenes.'
Johnny was dumbfounded. He did the best thing and said nothing as Elle stroked him back to hardness, climbed on top of him and rode him with a passion. Elle knew that she only had a small window of opportunity with Johnny alone and she was determined to leave no sperm in his balls; there was only one way to get Johnny and for the remainder of their time at the conference they spent making love at every opportunity. When they checked out the cleaning maid laughed as she saw the semen stains all over the sheets. After they had long, passionate sex in the morning he admitted to himself that it would be almost impossible for him to ever give up this girl. He also knew that if he wanted to be with her he was going to pay a hard price, he just had to be sure he was prepared to pay it. His mind was in a turmoil.
The flight was difficult. Elle looked sophisticated - sexy sophisticated. The cross hung invitingly between her breasts and she constantly fondled it as they talked. She squeezed his hand as they alighted from the plane and went their way home.
The following day was Friday. Johnny was away all day in meetings, not returning until Monday. When Elle arrived at work she wore her Celtic cross. She smiled at Rose and as their eyes met there was a knowing look that passed between them. Rose followed Elle into her office and without saying a word gave her a long hug.
'That's a beautiful necklace' she said eyeing off the cross hanging between her breasts.
'Yes it is beautiful isn't it? I picked it up at Tiffanies.'
'Tiffanies. They don't sell any cheap imitation jewellery there do they?'
'No,' said Elle fingering the cross affectionately. 'It's all real; gold, diamonds. I love it. When I put it on Johnny liked it so I wore it to the conference ball,' she said, and she didn't need to say who paid for it.
'It would make a wonderful present,' said Rose after a pause.
'It would,' answered Elle.
'For someone special,' said Rose again after a pause. Elle didn't answer. She simply looked Rose in the eye, smiled and twirled the cross as it hung between her breasts.
Rose could feel herself blushing. She moved close and gave Elle another hug and they went about their business.
**
Later at home after the conference, there was clearly tension in the air. Johnny went to his meetings on Friday. He went to bed early but sleep didn't come. His mind was in turmoil as he contemplated his future. The mood was brittle as the family sat at the breakfast table on Saturday morning. When they finished Johnny closed his eyes and spoke.
'Monica, Nate, I've been seeing another woman. I'm leaving, I'm going to live with her.'
For a moment the room was full of stunned silence.
'Wha... WHAT. You bastard, what do you mean you have been seeing another woman. Who is she? Where does she live? I'll fix the thieving bitch. Fucking home wrecker...' and for a few minutes she ranted and raved at Johnny; screaming, crying, overcome with anger and emotion.
Ultimately, Nate stepped between them grabbing hold of Monica but she wriggled out of his grasp, intent on abusing Johnny further. She was jolted back to reality as Nate stood in front of her and slapped her face; not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to grab her attention.
'Enough. Now go to my room, shut the door and cry all you want. I'll speak with dad then come and get you when I'm finished,' he said in a tone that brooked no compromise. 'Do it. Now!' he said with authority.
Johnny was stunned at Nate's action and Monica's reaction. But there was a look on Monica's face he had never seen before as she meekly looked at Nate before turning and heading for his room. Her hands covering her face.
'Jesus dad,' Nate said when she closed the door. 'What the hell? I guess you think you know what you are doing but you have obviously made your decision and there's no point in going through any more abuse. We will get over it in time. Take what you need now and I will box everything up and get it sent to you. But don't fuck with me or we will take you to the cleaners. Mom keeps this house, you can have the investment property; cash gets split 50/50 as do the remaining assets. You will finish paying for my education and give mom a reasonable living allowance. Send me a list of everything by this time next week and we can finalise. If you ever want to see me again make the settlement fair. Do you have any problems with that?' he said firmly, staring his father down.
'I'm sorry Nate. She's younger, from work, it just happened. I will do what you said and it will be fair. I've caused enough hurt, I won't try and fight you,' he said and gave Nate a hug.
Nate helped him move his suits and work gear then went looking for Monica. As he opened the bedroom door she looked up at him. She had a forlorn look on her face; her eyes were red and puffy from crying. But it wasn't pity that he felt as he looked at her, he knew she was there for the taking; everything, no more sharing. He reached for her and pulled her to him. In his mind she was now his, and his alone, he could feel his arousal throbbing expectantly. Monica was shocked as she felt a hand cup her breast and start to fondle the soft flesh.
'No, no, god what are you doing. How can you? Not now, Christ not now,' she cried as a wave of horror and remorse washed over her. 'My husband, your father has just walked out on the family; our marriage and you are trying to fucking grope me. How can you be so fucking callous?' she screamed at him and her anger gave her strength as she tried to push him away, 'God my life is a mess. How did I let you do this to me? I'm never having sex with you again, never,' she said trying to push herself free from his grasp. 'Let go of me you bastard. Oh god how have I ever got into this situation? It's over,' she cried as he grappled with her and she succeeded in slapping his face.
His voice was calm as he said 'I told you never to do that again.'
Anger drove her as she twisted in his grasp then she cried out in frustration as his hand went to her breast again. Struggling frantically she twisted away from him only to find that her back was now to him and he was able to put both hands on her breasts, then she felt the hardness of him thrusting into her rear. Alarmed she struggled to turn back and tried to knee him in the balls. For a moment she was open and her cry echoed through the house as he slapped her face. Stunned, she fell back on his bed.
Then he was on her.
She struggled frantically as he pushed her PJs up over her breasts and roughly groped her as she tried vainly to fight against him before he drew back and literally ripped the bottoms of her PJs off leaving her pussy exposed to him. But it wasn't exposed for long. 'This is my cunt,' he growled into her ear. ' She struggled futilely but he was too strong. He held her down as he stripped. He moved between her legs as she tried to kick him then covered her heaving body before plunging his cock painfully into her cunt.
She cried out as he forced his cock into her sex, gradually working the full length into her body. As he worked her over the fight drained from her and he knew he had broken her as her hands went round him. The surrender complete as he taunted her 'your cunt is mine and I will fuck you anywhere, anytime and as often as I want. You are my fucking bitch to do with as I please.' Her submissive demons were running rampant as with each thrust any moral fortitude she had was obliterated. She rolled on top and started humping him and he could feel the emotion, the desperation as she pounded her clit against him before exploding in a long orgasm. Slowly her breathing returned to normal before her heart almost stopped. Nate took a handful of her hair as he pulled her head back to face him.
'Ok bitch, you are here for my pleasure and I haven't cum yet so start sucking my cock and don't stop until I cum in your mouth.' She was trembling as she took his cock, wet from her orgasm. Tentatively she placed her lips over the head and closed her mouth as she gently slid her lips down the length of his shaft. She was relieved that it tasted salty, but not bad. Moments later she started experimenting and using his moans as a guide enjoyed giving him head. She had no problems when he started to buck under her and willingly swallowed his sperm as he shot spurt after spurt into her. As she lay on him she knew there would be no further resistance; she was his bitch. All the anger and heartache from Johnny's departure dissipated, she felt good, free. She reached around behind her and fondled his balls, she could feel him getting aroused again. She wanted sex and for the first time in her life took the initiative and slipped his cock into her willing cunt. 'Fuck me, fuck your bitch, put that big cock in me and make me cum. Oh yes, make me your home slut,' she urged as she rode his cock.
With Johnny gone Nate moved into her bedroom and they lived as lovers.
**
Full of uncertainty Johnny made the short drive to Elle's home. He was nervous as he knocked on the door but there was no response. He knew Elle often went to the markets on Saturday morning and strolled down the street. The markets were large. He slowly made his way around the stalls then saw her. His heart lurched. She had a low cut top on, obviously wore no bra as her breasts jiggled and swayed seductively as she moved, her midriff was bare and she had short denim shorts. She was a picture of happiness and sexuality as she joked and flirted with the old Italian stall holders. Then she saw him.
She froze. Her heart fluttered. She took a step towards him, then another as he started walking towards her. She threw her head back and laughed as he mouthed the words 'I love you,' to her. Then she ran and jumped into his arms and they smothered each other with kisses.
'I've got the vegetables,' she said with mock sincerity. 'Have you brought the meat for me? A big, thick sausage would be nice,' she said in a sexy voice. Her eyes were sparkling with love as she kissed him
'Have I told you I love you recently?' he said. 'Like a house, lots of love, lots of sex and three little kids type love?'
Elle threw her head back and laughed joyously.
**
Nate had it all but he soon realised that the act of trying to make a baby carried more emotion than he thought. Slowly but surely his feelings for Abby grew until he realised that he was in fact madly in love with her. The relationship with Erica was cooling and she was being courted by one of the young doctors from her hospital.
Essentially he had sex with Monica in the morning and Abby during the day and night. The friendship blossomed between the three and Nate and Monica were careful to keep their liaison private.
Inevitably Abby fell pregnant. In a short period of time he realised that he wanted to live with Abby. Abby was overjoyed when he told her. All he had to do was manage Monica.
Some months later Nate came home from school. 'I've got two tickets to the basketball. One of the guys in our class had four, had already given away two so I grabbed the last couple. Anything free has to be good,' he said laughing.
'Oh Christ, does that mean we are going out together?' Monica asked nervously. 'What if someone...?'
'You're my mom, I'm allowed to take you out sometimes, especially when my father has left. No problems babe,' he said and gave her a playful slap on the ass.
When they got to the arena they headed to their seats.
'Oh shit,' he muttered. 'That's professor Witherow. He is one of my lecturers. Look you sit next to him, I will take the isle seat.'
They took their seats and Nate introduced Monica to Harry and Alison Witherow. Slowly Monica and Harry started speaking with each other. Over the quarter time break Nate and Alison left them alone and they soon realised they were in similar circumstances.
'My wife passed away about a year ago and I guess I have immersed myself in work; study, research and writing. I've probably been a bit selfish and placed an unacceptable burden on Alison.
Monica told her story. During the second quarter they pondered their situation and at half time Nate and Alison disappeared again.
Monica and Harry made small talk for a while. Then Monica chuckled 'do you get the impression that just maybe we are not here by chance. Maybe the kids engineered this meeting?' she said giving his a sly smile.
Harry laughed. 'I hope so.' He said and Monica looked quizzically at him.
'Because that way there will be no issues when we start dating.'
'Oh. We are going to start dating are we?' she asked uncertainly.
'Starting tomorrow evening, I'm taking you to dinner and for the rest of your life.'
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<i>Everyone in this story is over 18.</i>
*****
'Ok Nate, my fancy dress party is on tonight, what time are you coming home because I don't want a repeat of last time? Last time you came home early, you were rotten drunk and I was humiliated by your behaviour. You were abusive and your behaviour to some of my female friends was simply disgusting. I don't ever want to see that again, do you understand?' Monica Roberts' body language added to her words as she lay down the law to her son. They had angry words after her last party and she was adamant that nothing like that would happen again.
'Yeah, ok mom, don't go on about it. I'm going out with Erica so I won't be home till well after your party has finished. You won't see or hear from me until tomorrow morning; relax,' he said. Nate was just 18, at a time where he resented being told anything by his parents, but needed their financial support. Besides, he had plans for tonight, and they included screwing the ass off his girlfriend Erica. So fuck mom's party.
'I'll take you at your word. I don't want to see or hear from you tonight so don't you dare let me down again. I'll never forgive you if you embarrass me again like that.'
'Yeah ok, ok,' Nate muttered to himself.
Erica Simpson was Nate's girlfriend. Erica was an attractive girl; small, petite, short funky hair with - at that stage - a purple colour through it, a body with curves in the right places and boobs that Nate constantly referred to as a perfect handful, she had no shortage of admirers. They had been together for almost a year and, whilst it had taken six months before he cracked her open, sex was now a shared delight. And tonight her parents were partying so they had the house to themselves. Nate planned to spice up their lovemaking and introduce Erica to some adult toys; this was going to be a good night. By the time he arrived at her house he was tingling with arousal. When she opened the door his mood dropped, she was in her nurse's uniform.
'I'm sorry babe,' she said in a resigned voice. 'Emergency is down, I have to go in. I was looking forward to tonight as much as you but it can't be helped baby. You going to take me to work and pick me up babe, please?' she asked wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into his body. He almost cried tears of frustration as he held the soft, warm body against his, her breasts crushing invitingly against his chest.
'Of course honey,' he said, the disappointment obvious in his voice. After he dropped Erica off, with nowhere else to go Nate went to a bar, met up with a few friends and they joked and drank. Around midnight he found himself alone, frustrated and bored. Erica was on until 7.00am so he had time to kill.
'Fuck this,' he thought. 'I'm a bit pissed. I'll just go home and sneak up to my room and sleep it off. Nobody will notice. Just need to make sure mom doesn't see me sneak in.' he thought.
He was surprised when he got home to find the party still in full swing. He parked his car and sat for a minute considering his options before convincing himself that it was actually better that people were still about; he would be less noticeable.
Nate carefully unlocked the door and peered inside. The front of the house was clear but that was not unexpected as it was essentially the parent's retreat/bedroom and their sitting room.
'All clear, piece of piss,' he thought feeling chirpy. Then as he shut the door he heard voices coming his way.
'Fuck,' he thought and quickly jumped into his mother's bedroom, pressing himself against the wall. The voices stopped and moved away. And that's when he noticed his father's Zorro outfit hanging on the back of the door.
Nate smiled at himself as his sense of adventure cut in.
'Jesus, I can get into the Zorro outfit, grab a few beers and take them to my room without anyone being the wiser,' he thought. 'Opportunity, I'm a fucking genius,' he thought to himself. Excited by his plan he quickly stripped off and donned the Zorro outfit. He looked at himself in the mirror. Like his father he cut a fine figure. Six foot two inches, wide shoulders, slim hips and long legs. It almost fit perfectly, albeit the tights were exactly that; and no matter how he tried to cover it, quite revealing. His penis bigger than his fathers and at that moment, the outline large and prominent. He pulled the cape over the front of his body.
Boyed by the effects of alcohol he ventured out, hid his clothes under the stairs intending to pick them up in a few moments and walked into the main room.
+++
Nate's father Johnny Roberts had been called away for work for the afternoon, which had now become the evening and his wife, Monica was angry and drowning her sorrows. Drowning being an apt description; she was pissed. She knew she had gone well past her limit but really didn't care. The more she thought about it, the more she drank. Without Johnny, the sooner the party ended the better but no one seemed to want to leave. As they were want to do, Monica's friends were talking about sex and getting into some ribald jokes. 'Shit, I'm fucking drunk, fucking raging horny, fucking frustrated and fucking depressed,' she thought as her best friend Abby took centre stage.
Abby said 'Little Johnny took his cat to school. When the teacher asked him why he took the cat to school he said 'when I was leaving for school I heard my dad say to my mom, when Johnny goes to school I'm going to eat that pussy'
The ladies all laughed and Janet responded, 'Ok, Little Johnny was late to school again. The teacher reluctantly asked him why. 'It's breeding time miss. I had to put the bull to the cow before I came to school. The teacher blushed at the sexual reference. 'Couldn't your dad do that?' She inquired. 'No miss,' he said with a smirk. 'Dad said it had to be the bull.'
Everyone burst out laughing again before Dianne took a turn. 'Ok, the class were doing a quiz and it was little Johnny's turn. The teacher was nervous about asking him questions but thought she had something neutral. 'If you had three ducks sitting on a fence and you shot one of them how many ducks are still on the fence?'
None,' he replied.
'How did you get none?' she asked.
'I shot one and the other two flew off in fright,' he responded.
'The answer I was looking for was two, but I like the way you are thinking,' she said, relieved that she had got through the question without embarrassment.
Then Johnny asked her a question.
'If you have three women eating an ice cream; one is licking the ice cream, one is sucking the ice cream and one is biting the cream which is the married woman?'
'I'm not sure,' she said uncertainly. After a pause she responded. 'I think the one sucking the ice cream,' she said nervously.
'Well it was actually the one with the wedding ring, but I like the way you are thinking,' he said with a smirk.'
The girls laughed but Monica quietly thought to herself 'Jesus Christ, that's all I need. Well I know who won't have her pussy eaten, get mounted or suck any cock tonight. God I need some cock,' she sighed to herself.
'I'm just going to get a drink,' she said to her friends and headed for the fridge; at the same time as Nate came into the room.
'Oh my god,' said Monica, 'it's Johnny, he's made it.'
Nate stared in horror as he straightened up and saw his mother coming towards him. 'Shit,' he muttered to himself. Then 'shit' he said again, this time in appreciation as his eyes opened in appraisal as he took in the sight.
Monica was dressed as little red riding hood, only it was an XXX rated little red riding hood costume: off the shoulder blouse scalloped down the front, her breasts pushed invitingly up by a laced corset. The hem of her skirt was barely an inch below her sex. She wore white mid-thigh length stockings, with a garter and bow on each. The skin showing between her skirt and stockings almost obscenely erotic showing off her long and shapely legs. Monica's pretty face was framed by her long dark hair. She moved with a sensual grace as she came towards him. He sucked in a breath of air as he acknowledged that she was one very attractive woman. 'WOW,' the thought went through his mind as he ogled her.
Monica's face broke out with a smile as she went to Nate, joyously skipping the last few steps, she threw her arms around his neck. 'Oh Johnny, you made it,'' she said, her voice slurred but her joy obvious as she kissed him, a deep, passionate, kiss.
Nathan froze in surprise. He had hoped to get a beer and slip quietly to his room. His mother was clearly intoxicated and she obviously thought it was his father in the outfit. With people around this was not the time to tell her anything different. She would go ballistic and be so embarrassed. He quickly rationalised that if he went along with the charade for a while, at some point she would drift off and he could sneak away. 'Easier to explain the following day than embarrass her now,' he thought. So he put an arm around her and responded to her kiss.
'Oh baby, I'm so pleased that you're here,' she crooned into his ear rubbing herself against him.
Unable to hide her joy at his presence Monica took his hand and led him back to their group.
'Aha it's the count of Monte Christo' said one of the girls.
'GAWD Mel, he's Zorro,' chipped in Dianne.
'Yeah, he's our saviour, here to protect our virtue. Isn't that so Zorro,' challenged Abby.
'Like you have any virtue to protect?' chortled Janet as the girls laughed in unison.
Nate had always like Abby. She was a petite and very attractive woman more attractive now that her husband had run off with his secretary. But she was a flirt and Nate, as himself, was always having a verbal joust with her.
'Ah, my dear, you are so right. My trusty rapier is at your service,' he said in a terrible Spanish accent while bowing to her.
'Oooh, your ... rapier ... it sounds so ... exotic.'
'Ha, ha, by the look on your face I'm sure your mean erotic,' said Julie laughing.
'Whatever tickles your fancy ladies. Now why don't you tell me about your big rapier?' said Abby in a suggestive tone.
'By all means. The shaft is ... round ... long ... and hard; the tip pointed, glistening at the end. It's a thrusting tool; thrust, withdraw, thrust until the point strikes flesh.'
'Oh I would like to see that in action. God I think I'm having a hot flush,' Abby said fanning her face.
'For you that's called an orgasm dear,' said Monica as they all laughed.
Monica moved in close, draping herself over Nate; her body warm, inviting as she kissed him again.
As time went by the ladies in the group drifted away and Abby, Monica and Nate were alone.
'Ah, where is Nate when you want him,' sighed Abby.
'Huh, Nate? What do we need Nate for?' Monica queried uncertainly.
'Oh, whoops, I probably shouldn't have said that. I think I've had too much to drink,' said Abby with an embarrassed smile.
'Too much to drink, and since my asshole ex left, too little sex,' she commented looking at Monica. 'Ah dear, look Nate and I flirt all the time, you know how it is. He's a really nice kid. Same as Johnny and I were flirting over his rapier tonight,' she said. Then after a pause, 'It's supposed to be all fun and innocence, but then you realise it's not innocent, and it's not just flirting. Look, don't get me wrong, it was sort of a throw-away line but not if you know what I mean, nothing has happened and nothing will happen. Let's face it, to an 18 year old boy, a 28 year old woman is ancient. I'm not a freaking cougar but if I could have any guy in my bed tonight it would be him. Monica, don't get upset but I fantasise about Nate. I will never proposition him, I promise you that, but if he ever made a move on me I wouldn't do anything to stop him. I would welcome him with open arms ... well open legs to be more precise. Honey, as clear as I can be, I won't do anything to encourage him but if he makes the first move I will simply lay back, open my legs and let him fuck me any time he wants. Sigh, but tonight's not going to be the first.'
Nate stood dumfounded, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he listened incredulously to Abby. He could only stare as he felt the blood flowing to his cock. He was thankful that Monica was looking at Abby while the exchange was taking place.
'Hmmm, probably shouldn't have said that to you two, sorry,' Abby said with a shrug. 'I think I had better go home before I get myself into real trouble,' she said with a wry smile, staggering off and leaving Nate and Monica staring at her back.
'My god Johnny, did that just happen?' Monica said. 'What do we do?'
Nate was struggling to keep his erection under control as he muttered an answer. His senses were being bombarded by sexuality as he looked at the seductive sway of Abby's ass as she walked away.
All Nate had was visions of Abby in his mind. 'Nothing, we leave them to work it out. I think that was really just the booze talking,' he said trying to leave every door open for himself.
Monica turned to him. 'Oh,' she said smiling as she noticed his erection. Pulling him to her she kissed him long and passionately. 'All this talk of sex looks like it's made you horny too babe,' she said and he jerked as she stroked his cock in his tights. 'Now you just think of this until everyone leaves. Abby might have the hots for Nate but I've got the hots for you. She's going home alone and you're here with me and I'm going to fuck your brains out.'
Nate was hot, bothered, aroused, the blood had gone from his brain to his cock. He couldn't help but look at Monica as a woman. A hot, sexy woman who was throwing herself at him.
Nate knew he was treading on dangerous ground and the night was almost certain to explode in his face. But somehow he always seemed to be on the edge; found it challenging.
'God, I'm so horny honey,' she whispered in his ear. His head was on fire and he knew he should find a way out. But that was before she melded her body to him placed her soft lips on his and his hands on her breasts. As her tongue invaded his mouth he shed any pretence of morality groping her breasts with increasing passion. He responded to her kiss and when they parted she was breathless. 'Yeah baby, the party starts when everyone else has gone.'
It didn't take long before Monica and Nate were saying goodbye to the last of their friends. Over the last 15 minutes they had been groping each other relentlessly as they saw the guests off. As they waved goodbye Nate cupped Monica's ass cheek. She took his hand and dragged him to the bedroom.
'No, leave the light off,' he said holding his Spanish accent. No one must see Zorro's face or they die' he said with humour.
Monica giggled as she fell into his arms and groped his throbbing cock.
'Oh god, it's so hard baby. It feels like it did when we were teenagers; hard, big and ready. God I want that pounding away inside me, put it in, put your hard cock in my dripping cunt and fuck me baby,' she said in a husky voice, laced with lust as she ripped her clothes off and threw herself back on the bed.
Nate was filled with lust, fear and excitement as he stripped and climbed on the bed, positioning himself between his mother's willing thighs. His conscience was screaming at him but he was lost in a sexual frenzy as the head of his cock touched the soft lips of her cunt. She reached behind him placing her hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, his cock sliding effortlessly into the heated tunnel of love. 'Oooooohhh, yessssss, you're so hard, you're filling me baby, oh I can't believe it, it's so good, so big, oh god yesssss, more baby more,' she cried urging him on.
Nate was determined to make this the best fuck she had. At times he pounded into her hard, others he reared above her and slowly serviced her with only his cock touching her, and then he settled into periods of slow, sexy rhythmic thrusting; all the time urged on by her moans of passion and encouragement. Then he felt a surge of excitement as she gave a long sigh.
'Oh yes, more baby, more, I'm going to cum, oh god I haven't done that for years, keep going baby, that's fucking beautiful, oh yesss stick that fucking cock in me baby, fuck me hard, oh Christ I'm cumming, I'm fucking cuuummming, oh yessss, ohh yesssss, fuuuuucckkk,' she screamed as he body thrashed with orgasmic convulsions. Nate couldn't hold back any longer and she heard his grunts of pleasure as he filled her cunt with his seed.
As his lust died and he came back to reality he realised his predicament. He had to get away without Monica seeing him - and his luck held.
Monica curled up against him. 'That was beautiful honey. Mmmm, the best sex we have ever had. I love you baby,' she said and quickly slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Nate quietly eased out of bed, hung the Zorro uniform up and left her room. He quickly retrieved his own clothes and rushed off to his room to change. He had to pick Erica up after her shift at 7.00am. He realised that if he went to bed he would fall asleep so he showered, without thinking he put some different cologne on, fresh clothes and sat at his computer playing games. As he sobered up he alternated between extremes of arousal and despair.
By the time he picked Erica up his cock was hard and aroused. He met her in the ward, pulled her to him and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. His hand roamed to her breast.
'Ooh, now that's a nice way to finish a shift,' she said laughing. 'And what's that poking into me?' she asked innocently.
'That my dear, is what I had planned for you before you went to work.
On the drive home Erica stroked the inside of Nate's thigh. His arousal, already high became extreme and she knew she was egging him on.
She was cautious as they entered the house. They could hear the sounds of Erica's parents asleep.
'Shit, mom and dad are home.' She said with disappointment. But her words were cut off as Nate kissed her passionately. She could feel his desire as he all but dragged her through the house to her room.
'Oh god, Nate, we can't. Please, not here with mom and dad in the house, it's too dangerous,' she pleaded as Nate started unbuttoning her uniform. Then she giggled nervously as the uniform fell to the ground leaving her in her bra and briefs. 'Nate... god if dad finds us...' she said as he unclipped her bra. 'Ooooooh.' She moaned quietly into his chest as he cupped her naked breast and rolled her aroused nipple between his finger and thumb.
'Nate, we shouldn't.' she said without conviction as he dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking and biting her little bud. Slowly he coaxed her onto her back on her bed. And it was only moments before her briefs hit the floor along with his clothes.
Nate was in heat, his mind filled with thoughts of having sex with his mother. Erica could feel his passion, his desire as he worked his cock into her moist cunt then his lust overwhelmed him and he started pounding into her. She had never known him to be so frenzied and she tried to match his thrusts. As his arousal grew he became more physical and noisier. He was oblivious to his whereabouts, oblivious to anything but his sexual desires as the sounds of their lust carried through the house until with a grunt and groan he pumped copious amounts of cum into her.
'Jeez, I hope that was me you were fucking,' she said as he calmed down. 'Now, I think you need to get dressed and go unless you want dad to give you a practical demonstration of the term shotgun wedding. Hmmm, not that I mind...' she said with a smile.
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Monica woke, a heavy throbbing pain in her head. She smiled to herself as she remembered the sex. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and she could feel the dried up cum caked between her thighs; she smiled and stretched her body. 'God, that sex was incredible,' she thought reaching for her husband. It was with a little disappointment that she discovered his side of the bed was empty.
She groaned as her head started throbbing in pain as she moved to a sitting position. Taking a few deep breaths she reached into the draw beside her bed, it was all she could do to pull out her skimpy, cotton robe. With a supreme effort she pulled it around her and loosely tied it round her waist. She was naked underneath. Wrapping her robe around her she stood, unsteadily at first as the pain in her head throbbed to a steady beat. Slowly, one foot after the other she started for the kitchen to meet Johnny. She was a little surprised not to find him in the kitchen. She stopped, tried to process the information as she saw the empty hook where his car keys would normally be. Bad things were starting to form in her mind and she was unaware of the first small trickle of left over sperm that trickled out of her pussy, a couple of drops dripping onto the floor. Then a feeling of uncertainty started to grow within her becoming a cold knot of fear as she increasingly rushed through room after room; all empty. Finally she burst into Nate's room, it was empty, clean, the bed made, unslept in. She slowly started to turn, hot tears forming behind her eyes and she was conscious of her hands starting to tremble as a sense of numbing disbelief overcame her.
She retraced her steps, slowly going from room to room again, checking, making certain, but when she got back to her bedroom the Zorro uniform hanging where she had put it for Johnny yesterday mocked her.
'Oh god,' she cried to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks as the realisation that she had given herself to someone, and she didn't even know who. As if in a trance she staggered to the kitchen looking for something, any sort of clue as to what happened.
'Christ, I should have known,' she thought, 'how could I not have known. He was so much bigger, thicker, longer, harder ... I told him so, felt it before he fucked me. How could I not know? Oh my god, what am I going to do?'
She wiped her eyes then suddenly felt a wave of panic as she heard her phone ring.
Cautiously she answered. It felt like her heart stopped beating as she heard Johnny. 'Hi babe, sorry I missed the party, it just couldn't be helped but we are still delayed, hopefully we will be home in the afternoon. How did the party go?' he asked.
She almost choked. 'Yeah, fine baby, fine. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves,' she said in a halting voice. 'Yeah, and someone really enjoyed himself,' she thought, mortified. She struggled to maintain her composure and almost collapsed with relief when he had to go.
Then her mind started to go into overdrive. 'Someone knows,' she thought. 'Someone who knows me fucked me. I'm going to walk past him, going to speak to him, maybe even give him a friendly hug ... and he's going to know. And she broke down sobbing again. 'Oh god, what have I done?' she sobbed and the pain behind her eyes became murderous.
'Fuck,' she cried out in alarm as she heard a car door slam.
Nate was on tenterhooks as he moved towards the front door. 'Keep calm, don't argue, just admit you've done the wrong thing, remorse...be remorseful...yeah, but it was so fucking good. Oh god I'm in deep shit.'
Monica had a pain in her chest and her head was throbbing as she heard the front door open and close.
She staggered to the sink then it was all too much. She felt the contractions grip her stomach and she leant over the sink and vomited. For the next minute she was incapable of doing anything more than simply clinging to the sink shaking with emotion, crying and vomiting.
And that was the sight that greeted Nate as he nervously entered the kitchen. For a moment she glanced at him then groaned as her stomach heaved again and she vomited into the sink oblivious to anything else.
Nate was dumbstruck. He simply stood and watched, nervous, uncertain, still expecting a tirade. Then his eyes widened in shock and he could feel the rush of blood to his cock as he saw his mother's naked ass and pussy. He straightened his hardening cock as he noticed the small trail of cum dripping down her legs and the drops on the floor. He couldn't contain the erotic thoughts as he watched her.
In time Monica rinsed the sink clean, splashed her face with cold water and regained a tenuous semblance of control. Albeit, her stomach continued to flutter with mild contractions.
She looked terrible. Her body language screamed that she was emotionally broken. Shoulders slumped, eyes red and swollen, her hair a mess, tussled, un-combed which gave her an erotic spread in bed look, and he could see her fighting back tears.
'Where have you been?' she spat. The words came out bitter, much sharper than she intended.
In an instant he knew, with absolute certainty he knew, knew that he was free. Instead of putting two and two together to make four she had subtracted two from two to make nothing. She didn't know it was him who had fucked her last night; had no idea. In a nano-second he went from fear to arousal. He was in control, confident.
'Hi mom,' he said cheerily, unable to suppress the smile on his face. His eyes roamed over her body. Her robe, all but undone hanging loosely, her breasts virtually open to his lusty gaze. He could feel the blood flowing to his cock as he ogled her body. He looked at her long legs and his mind went back to last night when he lay between those legs, his cock thrusting into her willing cunt.
'I've been with Erica, just dropped her off at her place,' he said trying to control his rapidly growing erection. He quickly moved to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
'Mom, don't take this the wrong way but you look terrible. You must have had too much to drink last night. Why don't you go and lay down, get some sleep, I will clean everything up for you.'
As he held her she subconsciously noted his perfume, and while there was no conscious thought her subconscious noted that it was a different smell to that worn by Zorro.
'Um,' he said noticing a black purse and shawl. 'Who owns this?' he asked picking the purse up.
'Oh, that's Abby's,' Monica said recognising the purse.
'I might drop it off to her when you lay down,' he said, as his body started to tingle. 'I know what it feels like when you think you have lost your wallet or purse. I'm sure she will be pleased to get it back.'
Monica couldn't believe what was happening. The throbbing in her head took another quantum leap as last night's conversation went through her mind. She was numb as she allowed him to put his arm around her waist and lead her back to her bed.
Nate cleaned the house as quickly as he could. His body was on fire with anticipation as he finished the work. He quickly showered and dressed in loose clothing. His mind was in overdrive as he went over and over last night's conversation. He was still uncertain as he picked up Abby's purse and shawl. He took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him.
It was only a few blocks up the street. His stomach was churning with nerves as he drove to Abby's house. His legs felt numb and leaden. He could feel his heart pounding as he stood for some moments at Abby's front door. Praying he knocked on her door. He almost wet himself with nerves as he heard the lock being undone. Then she appeared in the doorway.
Initially she had a look of surprise then her face broke out into a warm smile as she recognised him. His cock twitched and his stomach lurched as he looked at her. Her long, blond hair was pulled back in a severe pony tail. She had no makeup on but for him that only seemed to accentuate her natural beauty. The blue eyes, straight nose and lips that always seemed to be smiling. She had a loose T shirt, her full breasts prominent under the soft material and hip hugging short shorts which showed off her shapely legs.
'Nate, what a pleasant surprise, what can I do for you?' she asked in a sing song voice. As always, the smile and tone suggestive.
'I, ah, you left your purse last night. I didn't want you to panic when you went looking for it.'
'How nice, how thoughtful. It's just like you. Come in, come in, I'm just making a cup of coffee. I'll make one for you too,' she said smiling as she pushed the door open for him.
Nate's eyes were glued to erotic sway of her ass as she led him to the kitchen.
'It's your mom's fault, she made me drink too much,' Abby said laughing.
'God, I must look terrible. I've got no makeup on and my clothes,' she said giving her T shirt a tug, just my drab bloody house clothes,' she said smiling as she turned the kettle on.
'With due respect, you can dress up, you can dress down, you can go with makeup on or go without, but in reality you can enhance but not hide the fact that you are a very beautiful woman,' he said in a calm considered tone.
'Awww, that's a nice thing to say,' she said and he could see her emotion as she choked on the words. Her face went pink and she took a couple of deep breaths. She started to fan herself. Oh god, I think I'm going to cry,' she said haltingly. 'Shit, I am going to cry,' she said as she turned away from him. 'You must think I'm stupid,' she said as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue trying to compose herself. 'God, how embarrassing.'
'There's nothing wrong with people showing their emotions. But look, if it's the clothes that worry you... well,' he said as he lifted his eyebrows and gave her a full smile. 'If you're concerned about your clothes at all then I won't complain if you want to take them off. Anything to help,'
She turned fully towards him and put a hand on her hip. 'Yeah, that would be right wouldn't it. You guys ... just a one track mind,' she said with feigned exasperation but loving the friendly intimacy of their interaction. Then she started to laugh. 'You're just trying to make me laugh aren't you?' and she gave a deep belly laugh.
'There you go, another bad rap for us guys. Sooo, if guys have a one track mind, what do women think of then?'
Abby paused, she tilted her head, her lips curled in a smile. 'Secret women's business,' she said with a chuckle. Then wagged a finger at him in admonishment. 'And you my boy are far too young to be asking that sort of astute question of a lady,'
Abby gave a long sigh. 'Ahh, bear with me,' she muttered. 'I need a couple of pain killers. Your mom's fault again for feeding me with alcohol,' she said as she popped a couple of pills into her mouth.
'I think mom is suffering from the same infliction,' he said.
'Good, the bitch deserves it,' she said and they both laughed.
'Seriously, I can give you a massage. That will help relieve the stress. Now you can have the short neck and shoulder massage, good but only half a job. Or, for you, the full service massage, guaranteed to cure pain, stress, muscle aches, alcohol poisoning, reflux, bile and ...'
Abby burst out laughing. 'Oh god,' she said and clutched her head. 'Do you know how much that hurts?' Then she turned and faced him. 'Are you sure you weren't a snake oil salesman in a previous life?' Abby's mind exploded with thoughts and emotions. She knew her next response could take them down a path of no return; of innocence lost. Dreams were now on the cusp of reality. She felt a cold fist of nerves squeeze her heart but she knew what she wanted. 'I'm going to hold you to your promise, so let's see if you are as good as you say you are.' Abby batted her eyelids at him. 'Where do you want me?' she asked with mock innocence.
For Nate, time stood still. He could feel every nerve ending in his body tingling. Without thinking he responded 'I think I would like to do it on your bed,' he said almost choking with nerves; suddenly uncertain.
Abby took him by the hand. 'I'm sure you would,' she said smiling. As they went through the door to her bedroom she stopped. 'You know, apart from my father, who is different for obvious reasons, you are only the second man that has been alone with me in this room,' she said looking him in the eye.
'Which means that apart from your father, for obvious reasons, no other man who has been in this room with you cares for you as much as I do; none,' he said without a moment's pause.
He watched in delight as he saw the smile slowly spread across her face as their eyes met. 'Right answer,' she said and lay down on the bed.
'You can close your eyes if you like, we are going to be here for some time,' he said. 'I'm going to start on your feet and work my way up your body.'
With that he started with her toes, taking his time manipulating each one.
'Oh that's so nice,' she cooed as he worked on her feet. She was in a semi trance as he slowly worked his way up every inch of her feet and legs. The silence only broken by her sighs of pleasure. In her dreamlike state she was conscious of him getting closer to her pussy and she knew she was hot and wet. She spread her legs wider for him as he massaged her thighs and willed him to touch her, but he rolled her over onto her front and gently massaged her ass and back.
It was all she could do to stay awake as her worked the muscles of her back and neck, and she was in heaven as he massaged her scalp. She had a feeling of disappointment as he rolled her on her back, asked her to close her eyes and gently worked the top of her eye socket. She was not conscious of time, perhaps an hour or more but she felt relaxed; good, and her headache gone. The only ache was in her dripping pussy but she knew how almost impossible it would be for him to touch her ... and she had given her word to his parents.
As she lay on her back she felt him lean over her, then felt his breath on her face as he pushed close. Her heart sang with joy as she felt his lips gently touch hers. Her only movement was to kiss him back as his tongue pushed into her mouth. He seemed in no hurry as they kissed and she started to think that was all he would do when she felt him stir. His hand slipped under the hem of her Tee shirt and she moaned softly as he cupped and fondled her breasts. He was still in no hurry and he spent long minutes exploring the feel of her breasts, rolling her nipples through his fingers and sucking and playing with the tight buds.
Then she felt his hand slide down to her shorts. She kept her eyes closed as he undid the buttons and eagerly lifted her ass as he removed her shorts. He quickly stripped and she opened her legs for him.
She was beautiful and Nate took a moment to gaze at her.
Abby let out a surprised moan of pleasure as Nate dropped his head between her thighs, slowly licking the length of her cunt with the flat of his tongue.
'Oh, I've never had oral sex before, it's beautiful,' she cooed as he sucked and licked her pussy lips. She moaned and lifted her hips as he thrust his tongue deep inside her, swirling the tip as much as he could. He took his time, working off her arousal as he ran his tongue through her slit; poked, flicked, sucked her clit until she was moaning continuously with pleasure. He could feel her pussy lips open with desire.
'I'm going to cum. Nate, oh Christ, I'm burning, I'm going to cummmm Nate, yeah, yeah, yeah, iiiiiimmmm cummmmminnngggg, ahhh fuuuuck.' She reached down and grabbed Nates head, pulling his face frantically into her cunt, her hips bucking in uncontrolled passion as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her heaving body.
When she calmed he moved over her and gently put the head of his cock between the swollen lips of her cunt. He kissed her as he gently worked the length inside her body then started to fuck her with long, slow, steady strokes.
It was only minutes before Abby started to become aroused again. At first it was just a small moan, then more consistent.
'I'm going to cum again Nate,' she whispered into his ear as she ground her pubic bone into the base of his cock. 'More, more, oh god it's beautiful, so beautiful...oh fuck me Nate, fuuuuuckk meee,' she cried as another orgasm filled her with pleasure.
Abby pushed back against Nate's thrusts until she felt his pace quicken. She clamped her cunt around his cock as she felt his balls fill her cunt with his sperm until finally he lowered himself onto her; spent. She was surprised and pleased that he didn't immediately roll off her as her ex generally did. He kissed her, ran his fingers over her lips, eyes and breasts as they slowly came down from their piece of heaven.
He chuckled. 'Well...I did promise a full service,' he said looking for some response.
Abby pulled him to her and kissed him. 'You did, and did it so beautifully,' she said. 'And it's open to you any time you want; no obligations, no strings attached. Anywhere, anytime, day or night, just call. Ok?'
'Ok,' he laughed. 'I've had the hots for you for ages. I'm going to fuck the ass of you, I've got a lot of catching up to do.'
As Nate slipped his cock back into Abby's cunt Monica slowly woke. She was depressed and had another burst of tears. Dragging herself out of bed she turned the shower on full and hot.
As Monica let the hot water cascade over her, Abby was begging her son to let her cum as he rode her long and hard until she dug her finger nails into his back as he pumped another load of cum into her body.
Nate had tidied everything, the house was immaculate. Monica picked up a note he left for her: I've tidied the house, dropped off Abby's stuff and taken the uniforms to the dry cleaners - even though one didn't get used - I knew you would do that anyway. Meeting some of the guys at the shops. Lots of love. Nate.
Monica was struggling with the reality of what had happened as she made herself a cup of coffee. 'I should tell someone,' she thought. 'I need to tell someone. I can't tell Johnny he...well he just wouldn't understand what this is doing to me, what about Nate...can I tell Nate? Is he the only person I can tell?'
Then Monica started to rationalise, to think logically. 'Ok, when he came in what could he see?' she thought, then her body sagged. 'What could he see? What couldn't he see. Christ, I was bent over the sink. My robe was half way up my back my ass was bare, my legs were spread; he couldn't get a better view of my cunt. And Zorro's sperm was literally dripping down the inside of my thighs. He must have seen it. Even if he didn't some must have dripped onto the floor. Surely he would have known what it was as he cleaned up,' she thought as she tipped her head back and took a couple of deep breaths.
Nate kissed Abby goodbye. 'What a fucking weekend,' he thought. As he pulled into the drive he thought about what he had done. He loved his mother. 'Fuck, I'm not going to tell her but...' He thought, to ease his conscience 'I guess if she was to ever come out and confide in me, tell me what happened, then I will confess that it was me. Yeah, if she takes the first step then I will meet her half way. That's fair, we were both in it together. And if she does...well what chance a repeat?' he thought smiling/
Monica heard the car door close.
'He's home,' she thought as a wave of panic gripped her. 'He must know, must suspect something, he knows what sperm is. I've got to tell him, oh god he's my son how can I? I can't, I can, I will, oh fuck,'
She heard the front door open and shut. She could feel her heart pumping rapidly, her breathing constricted.
Then he was there, in front of her, cocky, smiling. 'Hi mom feeling better?' He walked to her and took her in his arms giving her a warm hug.
She was trembling, her eyes flicked to his then she quickly averted her gaze. She took a sip of coffee as she tried to work up the courage to speak.
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<I>Yes, in spite of the title, this is a story of a lesbian relationship. Reading the shorter, chapter one is essential in understanding what transpires in this longer, chapter two. </I>
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The tall blonde had just been asked if she had fun at the Mardi Gras party. She turned around to Emily who saw the squarish jaw and sensuous lips. Her eyes held Emily's as she nodded with a tiny grin and said, "Yeah." She paused a few seconds before going on, "Yeah, I had a great time."
Emily was absolutely stunned. It was her! She was Zorro! Emily had been seduced by a woman pretending to be Zorro! Before she could react, the tall blonde walked towards Em on the way to the door. As the woman came close, Emily could have sworn she heard the whispered words, <I>"Hola, Señorita."</I>
Emily stood there speechless and unable to move but her mind was racing a million miles an hour. The dinging of the little bell at the door penetrated her consciousness enough for her to decide she needed to talk with the blonde.
"Here, I'll be right back," she said to Carol as she dropped her gown on the counter and raced out the door.
The blonde was walking away quickly so Emily shouted out, "Uh, Megan, wait up."
The woman stopped and slowly turned back to face Emily. "How'd you know my name?" she asked as she slid her hands in her sweatshirt pockets.
"Uh, Carol used your name in there and uh..."
"Oh, yeah, right. What's up?"
"Uh, I believe we met before, you know, the other night..."
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.
"And you just spoke to me in Spanish there in the shop!"
"How could I? I'm not Latina and don't speak Spanish."
"You were Zorro on Halloween! I know it. I recognize your voice and your face."
"You must be mistaken. I was Charlie Chaplin."
"No, you weren't. Here. I can prove it."
"How?"
"Show me your hands, dammit."
"How will that prove anything?"
"You've got calluses, that's how. And Zorro had calluses."
"I'm sorry, but you've got the wrong person," she answered as she turned away. Emily reached out, grabbed one arm, pulled the hand free and forced it into a palm-up position.
"See?! I knew it. You were Zorro at the big party the other night."
Megan slowly looked at Emily and finally cracked a small smile. "OK. Guilty as charged. Now may I go?"
"No! I wanna talk first. Wait here. Please. I'll be right back." Emily raced into the store, checked in the gown and ran back to see, much to her relief, Megan still standing there.
"So, why'd you do it? You know..."
Megan looked at her for a long time, pursed her lips and eventually nodded her head as if she had made a decision. "Well, as you can probably determine, I'm a lesbian. I went to the party dressed as a guy, you know, Zorro, just for a change of pace. And when I was there, I saw the perfect girl. She was beautiful and was dressed as a flamenco dancer. And I decided I wanted to have her. The rest, as they say, was history."
"So, do you randomly pick up straight chicks and seduce them?"
"No, that was the only time. No, really. Honest. I've never done it before."
"Why then?"
"I told you. You're beautiful. Your dress, your hair, the makeup, all of you was perfect. I wanted you in the worst way, but I figured you'd run for it if you knew I was a, well, if I was female."
"I see."
"You seemed to enjoy yourself..."
"You have no fuckin' idea. Don't let it go to your head, but those were the best orgasms of my life."
"Well, thank you, I guess."
"But you didn't get to have one..."
"Oh, I did, too. I replayed it all in my mind many times as I used my favorite vibe not more than ten minutes later."
"So, you must live here on campus?"
"Nope, I'm in a mother-in-law cabin behind one of the prof's houses just a block from The Drag."
"So, uh, where does that leave us?"
"Nowhere. We had a hook-up, you had fun and I enjoyed making you come. End of story."
"It doesn't seem right. Didn't you feel anything while we were dancing? I felt like I would melt in your arms."
"No, you felt like you'd melt in Zorro's arms, not some chick's arms. You're straight, aren't you?"
"I've always thought so, yeah."
"So, then you must be. And that means you wouldn't be interested in the queer lifestyle, now, would you?"
"I've never thought about it. I've never done anything with a girl, well, except for some kissing when I played Truth or Dare in high school."
"Like it?"
"What? Truth or Dare?"
"No, <I> Señorita, </I> the kissing."
"Uh, it was OK, kinda nice, not gross. They were just... kisses. By the way, I'm Emily."
"OK. Hi, Emily, nice to meet you."
Emily started to laugh. "You sound like we just met! After Saturday night, I think we can forget with any formalities."
"Uh, hey, look, I really need to run. I have a training session at the climbing gym in ten minutes and if I don't show, they still charge me, so I gotta go."
"Uh, could we get together sometime? You know, as friends?"
"Are you sure it's such a good idea? I mean, little straight girl hanging out with the lesbian?"
"I don't give a shit what people think. You're interesting and nice and I'd like to get to know you better."
"OooKaay. But remember one thing. What happened the other night will not be repeated. Got that?"
"Yeah, I do. But I'd still like to maybe get a coffee some time and talk."
"Alright. But nothing more. Open your phone and I'll put in my number." Once she had, Megan said goodbye, turned and jogged off towards the climbing gym.
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On her way back to her room, Emily's mind was racing with thousands of thoughts. She still couldn't believe it. Zorro was a she. That fantastic tongue, well it wasn't a guy's. Maybe that explained why it had been so good; sometimes a girl truly knows what a girl needs.
She quietly opened the door to her room and breathed a sigh of relief. Ashley was not there. Emily didn't know how Ash would react or even if she should be told. After flopping down on the bed, she closed her eyes and relived that wonderful time with Megan. Megan kisses were to die for. And the boob stimulation! Emily had never orgasmed from breast stimulation alone, yet Megan achieved it in no time at all.
But the final series of O's from her tongue and fingers attacking Emily's pussy was like nothing she had ever experienced. Merely lying there and thinking about it got her excited again. She could feel herself getting turned on as her mind relived the exquisite torture Megan had performed that night. Emily recalled the series of orgasms which never seemed to end and how she was simultaneously pulling Megan's head harder into her pussy while at the same time begging for her to stop.
Emily could feel her nipples tighten and her moisture flow freely. She glanced over at her clock and saw Ashley would be back fairly soon, leaving too little time to play sexual solitaire. So instead of masturbating, she closed her eyes again and relived the wildest experience of her life.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Ashley as she came through the door, startling and rousing Emily from a half-dream/half-wake state.
"Oh, I was just thinking about the party again."
"Girl, we're gonna have to find Zorro for you. Otherwise, you'll be a puddle of melted jelly for the rest of the term."
"Uh, Ash? Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure, you know I can."
"No! This is a colossal secret. I gotta tell someone, but it absolutely can't go anywhere."
"Uh, sure."
"Promise? Pinkie-swear?"
"Yeah, I promise. Pinkie-swear."
"OK," said Emily as she sat up and took in a deep breath. "I met Zorro!"
"You're kidding, right? Zorro?"
"Yeah, Zorro. I met Zorro."
"Where?"
"At the party shop. Right when I got there, Zorro was turning in the costume."
"Great! Now you know who he is and you can go after him. Wait, why does that news require absolute secrecy? Was it a prof?"
"Uh, no. No prof. Definitely a student. Now, promise me again: you'll not ever tell anyone about this, right?"
"Yeah, right. Promise. Cross my heart, yada, yada, yada."
"Well, here goes: Zorro has blonde hair, is tall, muscular and is a rock jock. That explains the calluses."
"Rock jock's a climber. Right? OK. Why's that such a secret. Wait, who is it?"
"Zorro's real name is Megan."
"Megan? Odd name for a... Wait a sec! Zorro was a girl?" Emily silently nodded her head. "You slept with a girl?"
"Uh, yeah, well, I guess I had oral sex from a girl, if that's what you mean."
"Holy shit, I can't believe it! Oooh, I need to tell Rowena you were tricked by a lesbian." Rowena was a lesbian living on their floor and who made no secret of her desire for Ashley.
"Don't you dare. You promised!"
"Ooh, man, shit! Now I gotta keep it secret? Fuck. A perfect story and I can't tell it."
"You promised!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know I did. And as hard as it will be, I'll never tell a soul, promise."
"Thanks, Ash."
"Well, tell me more about her."
"I've already described her. Kinda attractive. I like the way she does her hair in a unisex kind of cut. She doesn't come across real dykey, if that's a word, but she's not all girly, either."
"So, what'd she say?"
"Once I confronted her with the evidence, her fingers, that is, she admitted it. And she was nice. She told me she had never done anything like it before, you know, seduce a straight chick."
"What're you gonna do now?"
"I don't know. She was really nice and unassuming. She didn't talk down to me. We've agreed to have coffee together sometime."
"Really? You have a date with a lesbian?"
"Well, not a date date, just a coffee date."
"Em's gotta date with a lesbian, Em's gotta date with a lesbian!" sang Ashley in a child's voice.
"Oh, shit, Ash, I never shoulda told you."
"Oh, honestly, Em, I won't tell your secret. I'm just teasing you about this Megan gal 'cause you're so easy to tease."
"Thanks, Ash, I really appreciate it."
"Now, seriously, you're going to have coffee with her? Is that a good idea?"
"I don't know, but she's nice and just because we're having coffee together doesn't mean I'm crossing over or anything."
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The next day Emily decided to invite Megan out for coffee by text.
<I>hi, M here still want coffee?</I>
<I>sure</I>
<I>campus starbucks tomorrow. four?</I>
<I>y ttfn</I>
It suddenly occurred to Emily she'd made a date with a lesbian. And she also realized she was just fine with it.
She arrived about ten minutes early and grabbed a corner table in the nearly empty coffee shop. She played with her smart phone while waiting for Megan and looked up just in time to see her coming through the door. They greeted each other, agreed to split a scone and went for their drinks.
After they got their coffees and the scone, they sat back down at the table and began to talk. They shared a bit about their backgrounds. Emily was in general studies with the plan to go to graduate school in Physical Therapy. She came from a nearby community and a middle-class home. There were no siblings. Megan was in the business school and wanted to be an accountant. She had two sisters and one brother. Her family was quite religious.
"Are you out to them?" Emily asked.
"Yeah, I am."
"How'd that go?"
"Not very well at first. My mom was really upset and wanted to know if I was 'sure' about it. Dad was not upset at me but was concerned that I'd face all kinds of hassles in my life because of it. He eventually convinced Mom I was still the same ol' me and I was still her daughter. We get along a lot better now."
"Has she ever met one of your girlfriends?"
"Uh, no, she hasn't. I think before I do that it had better be 'the one' and not just some casual girlfriend."
"Yeah, makes sense."
"What about you? Any boyfriends?"
"No, none lately. That's why I went to the party. I was actually looking for a hook-up," Emily giggled.
"Glad I could accommodate your needs," smiled Megan.
After they got up and left the coffee shop, Emily asked, "Tell me about your climbing. How'd you get into it?"
"Funny thing. My brother got into it through his scout troop. I watched him one time at a climbing gym and thought I'd like to try it. Turns out I'm pretty good at it and now it's a great workout for me. You should try it sometime."
"Me? Are you kidding?"
"No, seriously, it's fun. And all the rock jocks are supportive and encouraging. It's a nice little community there at the gym."
"Any nice guys there? I might take you up on it, if there are."
"Sure, there are some there. I don't know if they're hot enough for you, though."
"Hmm. Maybe, well, maybe I might take you up on it."
"Great. I'll get you a visitor's pass good for two sessions and we can go together, that is unless you think I might scare off all those hot guys."
"Oh, don't worry about me. If I go, it will be to try a new sport and I won't be chasing the guys. OK?"
"Sure. How about Saturday morning around ten a.m.?"
"Sure. Is it ok if I wear a t-shirt and my yoga pants?"
"Yeah, perfect. You can rent some of their climbing shoes. Meet you there, OK?"
"Good. And Megan? Thanks for asking."
"No prob. Take it easy," she said as she took off towards her place.
'She's nice,' thought Emily. 'So easy going, friendly. Maybe we can be just friends.'
Later that evening Ashley came bursting into their room. "Well, how was your hot date?"
"Ash, it wasn't a hot date. We had coffee. Got to know each other, you know." Emily went on describing what they had talked about and the climbing. "She's invited me to try it, even!"
"Well, are you?"
"Sure. Sounds fun. We're planning on this Saturday."
"You've got another date? Em, I'm beginning to wonder about you," she teased.
"Look, she invited me to try it. Sounds fun. Maybe I can meet some guys and get some exercise, as well."
"OK, but remember, she was clearly into you."
"Oh, gimme a break. We're just friends."
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Saturday dawned bright and sunny. For a second Emily wanted to curl back under the blanket and sleep in until she remembered her climbing appointment at ten. Once showered, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, tucked it through her cap and put on a sports bra, a tight T-shirt and yoga pants. When she looked in the mirror, she felt she looked pretty good. 'Maybe I can get some guy to pay attention to me,' she thought. After a quick breakfast, she walked over to the gym.
Megan was there talking to some of her climbing buddies. She introduced Emily as 'a friend' to them and took her inside for the shoe rental. Once she was set up with the right equipment, Megan took her to a bouldering wall explaining how ropes weren't needed with bouldering. There was a soft and very thick cushion around the base of the section. Anyone falling would simply sink down into the foam mattresses. She chose the simplest route to start Emily on.
"So, here, look at this section. All the blue handholds are the easy ones. They're the biggest, easy to grab and you can literally stand on them. Think like you are climbing a ladder, but move one limb at a time."
"Now?"
"Yeah, now."
"I'm kinda nervous."
"Here, I'll help you get started," Megan responded as she pointed Emily to the wall. "Relax," she said as she placed her hands on Emily's waist. "Now just take a step here." For the first few moves, she kept her hands loosely on Emily's waist before letting her go.
"Oh, shit," screamed Emily as she fell, landing on the soft foam, before she started laughing. "Hey, that didn't hurt at all!"
"I told you. Now that you've fallen, you should relax some more," she said as she offered Emily a hand to get up. They went back to the wall and Megan again held Emily by the waist until she was part way up the wall. Megan offered words of encouragement and advised her how to handle each step of the way.
Suddenly, Emily was on top. She celebrated with a loud 'Yahoo!' and looked down at Megan. Megan's smile was genuine and pleasant.
"See there, you did it. Your first climb. Congrats!"
"Yay me, but how do I get down?"
"Jump for it."
"OK, here goes." Once she was back down on the mattress Megan grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Emily was so excited, she quickly hugged Megan before she turned back to the wall. "What now?"
"This section of the boulder is the basic section. You can try any of the routes, but we call them pitches. It's ok to mix up the colors but we try to stick to one color at a time. That way we can see how we do, compared to others in the club."
"Cool. I want to try yellow next." For the next half hour, Emily rapidly became comfortable with the climbing. After her third or fourth try, Megan no longer held Emily's waist at the beginning of a pitch. And Emily found herself missing that contact, fleeting as it was.
"Now, it's time for big girl climbing on the high wall," announced Megan. "Come over here. You need a harness for belaying. Try this one." The device was a series of straps which went around the waist and upper legs and ended with a connecting carabiner for the rope. "Here, raise up this leg. Now this one. And let's pull it up." As Megan raised the harness up her legs, Emily felt a tiny twinge of something as Megan's hands brushed her legs.
'What was that?' Emily wondered before asking questions about belaying and how it was done.
"I will hold the other end of the rope while you climb. I'll keep it fairly taut so if you fall, you won't drop very far. If you feel yourself falling, it's ok to shout out. Actually, I want you to, if you start to fall. And, if you are getting too tired to go up or down, just let me know and I'll let you down slowly. Ready?"
"Yeah," came the shaky voice. "Do I do the thing with the colored handholds?"
"Yep. Try the green ones. Oh, and don't look down except to make sure your feet are on the pieces. I've got you safe for the whole way."
Emily quickly shot up the first set and once she was down, demanded a celebratory hug. After each successful climb, she got a quick hug. And she found she enjoyed them more than a friendly hug might feel. After several climbs, she got tired and suggested Megan do some climbing. Megan was a phenomenal climber. On the bouldering unit she was able to climb horizontally under an overhang and even reach up and finish the final vertical section.
"Wow! You did it. That was so cool! Now you get a congrats hug."
Megan seemed embarrassed and simply said, "Thanks. Now for the big wall. I'll get someone to belay me." On the tall sections Megan seemed like a human fly, easily climbing up sections with the tiniest of handholds. Not once did she fall.
Around noon they decided to wrap things up and Emily paid for Megan's lunch. "It's the least I can do to thank you."
They split a submarine sandwich and each had a sports drink. Emily peppered her friend with questions about climbing, equipment and clothing.
"Sounds like you may be interested."
"Yeah, this was so fun. And I bet it helps keep you in shape."
"Wanna join?" asked Megan tentatively.
"I'd love to. Maybe we can do this together again, but I don't want to hold you back."
"We can do it like today, you know, I'll help you, then I'll go do my own thing."
"Or I can go bouldering while you do your high wall climbs."
On the way home as the two parted, they gave each other a nice little hug, something which made Emily feel even better. They made arrangements for another climbing date in a few days and Emily was in great spirits for the rest of the day. That evening Ashley was out on a date and Emily had their room to herself. She had some nice music on in the background and stretched out on her bed. Her mind went back to Megan again and again.
She liked Megan. Megan was a neat, friendly woman. But she was a little confused as to why she felt so good after getting those congratulatory hugs from Megan. 'Am I getting turned on or is it because I know she's a lesbian and might be into me? She said we'd be 'just friends' but what if she still wants me like Zorro did?' This and a million other things raced through her mind until it was late, she snuggled into bed and drifted off.
Their next climbing session was on a weeknight. They met at the gym and like before, Megan gave Emily climbing tips and, when she was successful, Emily would demand a congratulatory hug. With each one she felt a tiny twinge of excitement knowing she'd had the best sex ever from the woman she was hugging. At the end of the evening, Emily decided to join the gym, bought some climbing shoes and signed up for a beginners' class.
"You really like it, huh?"
"Yeah, it's fun. I can tell it's working on my strength and flexibility. Maybe this way I'll get in better shape. Hey, let me buy you a drink to thank you."
"No, that's not necessary..."
"I know it's not, but I want to. The bar's just right across the street."
Half way through their drinks when there was a lull in the conversation, Megan cleared her throat and said, "What are you doing, Emily? I mean, with me?"
"I'm having a drink with a new friend. Is that a problem?"
"It could be if you or I got the wrong idea about our relationship, uh, our friendship, that is."
"OK, Megan, you want it straight?" she responded before giggling. "Not the best wording, was it? What I meant to say was 'Do you want an honest answer?'"
"Yeah. Em, I like you. You know that. You were so fuckin' hot that I seduced you and I've never done anything like it before. So, uh, I need to know what's going on in your head."
"OK, Megan, I'll tell you. I like you. I would have liked you if we'd never met at the party. And I'm finding that climbing is a kick. Yeah, I want to hang out with you some more."
"Anything else?"
There was a few second pause before Emily answered, "I'd be lying if I said there was nothing else. Your hugs feel really good. I like them."
"How about compared to a hug from your roomie?"
"Better. Definitely better."
"You see, that's what bothers me. You're straight, at least you told me that. And I'm worried that you might be looking at me for a little college lesbian experience."
Emily sat there looking at Megan but didn't answer.
"Have you heard about LUGs?"
"No," answered Emily, "What's that?"
"Lesbian until graduation. Some girls experiment, play around, sleep with other girls and then come graduation, they go back to men."
"That's kinda cold, if you ask me."
"No shit? Sure is. Particularly if they experiment with a lesbian who's super into them. A friend of mine got dumped by her 'girlfriend' who was nothing more than a LUG. Really hurt her, you know?"
"I imagine. But why bring this up with me?"
"'Cause I don't want to get hurt. And I like you enough that I don't want <I> you </I> to get hurt."
"Oh," Emily responded while staring down at her beer. "So, what do you wanna do?"
"What I want to do and what I should do are two very different things."
"OK, what <I> should </I> you do?"
"I should tell you that I'm off limits and we can't have anything more than a simple friendship, you know, climbing buddies."
"Uh huh. And what do you <I> want </I> to do?"
"I want to take you to my place and pick up where we stopped that night."
There was a little pause before Emily whispered, "Wow."
They sat there for a few minutes staring at each other and not talking. Megan went on, "I've laid my cards on the table. You know what I want. Now you need to decide what you want. And Em, I won't go halfway. Either you're in or you're not. I want you to think about it. What would it be like to have a girlfriend? Can you take the heat? On campus it's generally OK, but out in town, not so much. You up for being called a rug muncher, pussy hound or dyke? Or worse? What would your family say? And don't for a second think you could keep it secret. I refuse to be a secret."
"Uh, that's a lot to think about."
"Yeah, it is. So, this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna walk out of here and you're gonna think on it. A lot. 'Cause the next time I see you I need some kind of answer. Climbing buddies or more? Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it."
"OK, so I'm heading out. I'm climbing again Wednesday. See you then?"
"Yeah. Uh, Megan. Could I please get a hug? You know, a nice one?" she asked as she stood and took a few steps towards her. Megan wrapped her arms around Em and held her for a few seconds. "Thanks. See you Wednesday," whispered Emily before Megan turned and left the bar.
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For the next few days, and particularly the nights, Emily's mind was in turmoil. She realized she liked Megan a lot. She was learning a new sport and enjoyed spending time with her. Emily found herself looking forward to those minutes or hours after their climbing when they would have a drink or simply shoot the shit. But Emily wasn't a lesbian! She had never been attracted to women, yet she found herself attracted to Megan.
When they met the next time and walked to the gym, Megan casually asked what Emily had decided; climbing friends or more.
"Megan, I really like you. I'm having the best time when we get together. But I've never considered myself a lesbian, or even bi."
"So, no romantic stuff?"
"I, uh, guess not...but you know," she chuckled, "You were fantastic with the romantic stuff, to use your words."
"Em, don't go confusing me. Friend or lover, which is it?"
"Friend, I guess. Yeah, friend. OK?"
"OK. Now, I want you to try some of those intermediate pitches today," she responded, changing the topic.
They spent the rest of the session climbing with Megan teaching Emily some before they climbed individually. Emily really liked the bouldering section where she could climb solo and not worry about falling, something she did often enough. She also met a few of the other climbers who helped her and taught her how to belay.
Over the next several weeks, the two of them met at the gym multiple times and became even closer friends. They shared a beer after many sessions when Emily enjoyed getting to know Megan even better. Emily always asked for a hug when they parted and with each one, she wondered if she had made the right decision. 'Her hugs feel so good. They are strong, yet gentle and warm,' she thought after one evening's session.
After some big exams, the two of them had a long session in the gym and celebrated Emily's successful climb of a particularly difficult pitch by having a second beer and Megan had even a third and then a fourth. Emily found herself to be a bit buzzed and was laughing and telling jokes when Megan seemed to become more withdrawn.
"You OK?" asked Emily.
"Yeah, just tired, I guess. Prolly drank too much," she slurred.
"Maybe we should get you home."
Megan finished her last swallow of beer before agreeing to leave. They walked arm in arm towards campus and to their usual parting corner. When Megan went to part, Emily pulled her up close and said, "I think you've had too much. I'll escort you home. Lead the way."
"No, shu don't need to. I'm fine."
"Nope. I insist. I want to see your place anyway. Show me the way."
Megan led them across "The Drag" and down a tree-lined street, up a driveway beside an old brick home and to a small house in the backyard. "Here is my castle," she said as she unlocked the door. "Thanks for walking me home."
"I need to pee. Can I come inside?"
"Uh, sure, for a few minutes, anyway."
"Wow, this is neat. Tiny, but everything fits so nicely."
"Thanks. I call dis da big room. It's where I live, cook, eat, study, you know.... The bath and bed's in there." She was pointing through a door.
"Thanks. Do you mind?"
"No, go ahead."
Due to her two beers, Emily desperately needed to go. Once in the bathroom, she peed for what seemed like a long time. After she was relieved, she flushed, washed her hands and opened the door to the bedroom. Megan was stretched out on the bed and seemed barely awake.
"Megan, you better go, too. You had, like, four beers."
"Mmmpf. Leave me 'lone," she almost whined.
"No, Girl, you need to get up," she answered as she gently pulled her friend up and guided her to the bathroom. In front of the toilet Megan pulled down her sweats and underwear in one swoop and plopped down on the toilet. Emily stood there making sure her friend was ok and helped her get up. "Come on. Off to bed," she said as she guided Megan back to the bed. At the bed, she helped Megan slip out of her shirt and sports bra and pulled down her sweats.
"Upsy-Daisy. Into bed with you. Then I have to go."
'Want cher hug?" came the drunken response.
"Oh, OK, sure." Emily sat down on the bed next to Megan and wrapped her arms around her.
"Stay?"
"What?"
"Stay, please."
"Megan, I, uh..."
Megan pulled Emily down, stretched out next to her and pulled the blanket up. Emily was surprised and didn't know what to do. Here she was lying in bed with a nearly naked Megan and had been asked to stay. In no time she heard the soft snores coming from her friend but when she tried to slip out of bed, Megan seemed to grasp her harder.
Eventually, it became too warm for her so she sat up and pulled off her top and yoga pants before lying back down next to her. She also grabbed her phone and, using a special code word to prove it was legitimate, texted her roomie that she was OK and would not be coming home until morning. Fatigue pulled at her as she snuggled up against Megan and fell asleep.
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"What the fuck? What are you doing here?"
The words roused Emily from her sleep and she turned over to see the topless Megan sitting over her. "You were drunk last night and I brought you home. When I went to leave, you asked me to stay."
"You're shitting me!"
"Nope. Honest. I helped you get to the bathroom and then to bed. When I went to go, you asked me to stay and held onto me."
"Wow," said Megan with a sigh.
"Well, now that we're up, maybe we can have a coffee before I head over to my room. I need to get showered and dressed."
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Coffee pod's are in the glass jar and they go into the espresso machine over there. Man, I gotta pee something fierce."
While Megan was in the toilet, Emily quickly got dressed and started making the coffee. The first sips were divine so she made a second cup for Megan. Megan was subdued when she came in.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have done that."
"What? Get drunk or keep me here?"
"Both, I guess."
"Why'd you do it?"
"Isn't it obvious to you?"
"Uh, no, it isn't"
"I told you you're beautiful, that's why I went after you at the party. And we had an understanding our relationship would be in the 'friend' zone. Maybe when I got drunk my common sense flew out the window and I forgot what you said."
"Wait a sec! You made me commit to either a friend or a girlfriend status. And I said it would be friends only. Now you are telling me..."
"No! I've always wanted you. But I insisted if we were going to do anything more than be simple friends that you needed to understand what it meant. <I> You </I> chose the friend option."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm so sorry, Megs, I somehow thought that if I chose friends you'd adopt the same feeling."
"Oh, man, this is really fucked up. Maybe it would be best that we, you know, not hang out much anymore."
"But I like you, I really do."
"Yeah, I get it. And I really, <I> really </I> like you. But I don't want to get burned and I don't want you to get burned. And since you're not a lesbian and since I think you're hot, well, being around you might not be the best for either of us."
"You're kicking me to the curb?"
"That's kind of a crude way to put it, but yeah, I'm suggesting we not spend so much time together. Maybe none at all."
"I see," said Emily. "Well, I best be going. I need to shower and get ready for class. Take care, Megan. I hope we can still be nice to each other when we meet at the gym."
"You still gonna climb?"
"Shit yeah. It's fun. Take care," she said as she turned to the door. Right as she reached for the handle, her left shoulder was pulled around and she found herself suddenly in Megan's arms. It felt sooo good. Megan's body gave out feel-good vibes as her arms rubbed slowly up and down Emily's back. Eventually, they pulled slightly apart and Megan looked down at Emily. Her face slowly descended the few inches between them until their lips met. The kiss was soft, sweet, sexy and exciting just like the hug was comforting and reassuring. After many seconds Megan pulled away and hoarsely whispered, "You better go."
"Yeah," sighed Emily as she turned and slipped out the door. All the way back to her room, her mind was racing. Megan had clearly strong feelings about Emily. The request to spend the night, even as drunken as it might have been, was a big surprise. Then there was the kiss. More was said with that wonderful kiss than all the words they had spoken up to that point. And Emily was turned on. She could tell her nipples were beaded up and she felt moisture below. But she was also saddened their relationship was bound to go nowhere. She knew, just knew, if she pursued it and it didn't work out, Megan would be hurt. And if she pursued it and it did work out, how could she view herself? Was she a lesbian, even though she'd never desired a woman in the past? Maybe she was bi. She still liked looking at guys and still remembered fondly some of her boyfriends in the past. And she occasionally dreamt of having sex with guys. She was confused, frustrated, horny, worried, nervous; the list went on and on. As she arrived at her room, she decided to try and put it all behind her and turn her attention to her studies.
"Well, Young Lady, just where were you last night?" joked Ashley. "Did you hook up with someone?"
"No, I didn't. No hook up. No sex."
"Well, that's too bad. Who were you with?"
"You know who."
"Megan?" After Emily nodded yes, Ashley went on, "You slept with a lesbian and you're telling me nothing happened."
"Yeah, nothing. We finished at the gym, I did some tough pitches and I wanted to celebrate. I had a couple but Megan had a lot more. I ended up making sure she got to her place. Once she crashed, she asked me to stay. We slept together but just slept. Nothing happened."
"Hmm. I see. Or maybe I don't. You know, I think she has something for you."
"Look, Ash, I know she does. She even admitted it. But we've had serious talks about our relationship and we've agreed to be friends, nothing more. And that's where it will stay. I'm not a lesbian but she wants the full thing and not just some straight girl playing around while she's in college."
"Maybe you need to pull back a little bit."
"Yeah, she and I already thought the same thing. Look, I need a shower. See you later, OK?"
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Over the next few weeks, Emily didn't see much of Megan. They happened to meet at the gym twice, once when she was leaving as Megan was arriving and the other time, they climbed together for fifteen minutes or so. Things seemed a bit stilted and Megan was clearly reserved. Their good-bye hug was stiff and quick.
In spite of that, Emily kept thinking about Megan. She was so much fun and had taught Emily a new sport, one which she had come to really enjoy. She was climbing so much that her fingertips were starting to coarsen slightly, as Megan's had. And Emily kept thinking about the party and how wonderful the sex was. And there was the kiss at Megan's place. That kiss said so much and let Emily know that Megan truly liked her.
Even with worrying and thinking about her situation, Emily was able to do well with her finals before spring break. She texted Megan a quick 'good-bye' as she left to go home. There was no response. And then a few days later Emily sent a simple text to Megan.
<I>hope u r having fun.</I>
Again, there was no response.
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After the spring break, Emily was super busy. She had scheduled three difficult classes which demanded good grades if she planned on getting into the physical therapy grad program. She still went climbing but found early mornings were the best for her. She'd climb several days a week, usually between seven and nine a.m., before going off to her classes. In the evenings she would study. Megan was never at the gym in the mornings and seemed to have dropped off the radar. Emily saw her from afar a couple of times on campus but had not had the opportunity to talk to her. She was hurt that the texts at spring break were ignored though she realized why Megan was avoiding her. But most importantly, she missed Megan. She missed her smile, her encouragement, her slightly hoarse voice and, quite frankly, she missed the feeling she got with her hugs. And the last kiss, oh, how could she forget that?
'I like her and I want to be friends with her, maybe more,' she thought, 'But she obviously wants more than just a friendship.' Halfway through the term she did well on some exams and was in a mood to celebrate on a Friday night. Ashley declined to party with her claiming she had a date with a 'hot guy.' Unlike her roommate, Emily was unattached and hadn't been with a guy for nearly a year. She had had the mind-blowing oral sex at the Mardi Gras party but all of her orgasms otherwise were courtesy of two fingers and a tiny bullet vibe she kept hidden in her room. And she was getting horny.
With this in mind, she decided to go out and try to meet someone. She slipped on some skin-tight black jeans and a loose, flimsy top with no bra before she headed out to O'Reilly's, a well-known watering hole and hook-up bar on The Drag. There the music was loud and pulsating, the drinks were flowing and the dance floor was packed with lust-driven couples.
She felt a little odd being unescorted but straightened herself up, stood tall and strode over to the bar. With a hard cider in her hand, she turned around to look at the dancers. 'Someone's gonna get lucky tonight,' she thought as she saw several couples practically screwing, they were so close.
"Care to dance?" came the request from a fairly nice-looking guy who approached her.
"Sure, let me finish this up first. I'm Emily. You?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Sure."
"Fritz. Short for Fitzgerald, my grandfather's name."
Emily cracked a smile and answered, "Interesting name. You German?"
"Half Irish. Mom's half is Heinz 57."
"Cool. Let's go." The dances were fairly fast for several tunes and then a slow song came on. He pulled her into his arms and they swayed and spun to the beat. He was a fairly good dancer and Emily realized she liked being in his arms. She began to feel his arousal and knew he was interested in her. She was wondering if this might be the end of her drought when he reached down and started to caress her ass.
'What is it about guys, anyway? Why do they think they can get away with such shit?' she thought to herself. She reached down and pulled his hand up to her waist. Not more than sixty seconds later it was back on her ass. 'Here I wanna get laid and he acts like a dick,' she mused as she firmly grabbed his hand again and pulled it away.
"Fritz, I got some news for you. You just blew it. I was seriously horny and looking for a hook-up. You fit the bill. But you're acting like a jerk."
"Wait. I thought you might like it."
"I stopped you once, you shoulda gotten the message. Sorry. We're done here," she announced as she turned back to the bar. There she nursed a second hard cider and turned down a couple of dance invites. One guy was clearly sauced and the other had greasy, unkempt hair and foul BO.
Her mind began to wander. She realized none of the three were at all what she wanted. She looked over the crowd. Some of the guys were nice looking, but none appealed to her at all. She tried to imagine going to bed with this one and then that one and ended up with a blah sensation at best. Then she thought about Megan. Her pulse raced as she recalled her hugs. Her nipples tightened as she recalled their good-bye kiss. And she felt herself moisten as she recalled that fabulous night months ago.
'I want her! I want Megan. I am in love with a woman and I want her,' she thought as she finished off her drink. She turned to the door and had to fend off a few, mostly drunk guys as she left. Quickly she walked down The Drag several blocks until she came to the street leading to Megan's place. There she paused with sudden doubt in her mind. "Is she there? Will she invite me in? Is she alone? Has she moved on?" Figuring there was only one way to find out, she turned down the street and walked determinedly up to Megan's door. Through the curtain, there were flickering lights from a TV, letting Emily know Megan was at least there. 'Hope she's alone,' was her final thought as she raised her hand to knock on the door.
"Yes?" said Megan as she cracked the door. "Oh, hey, Em, what brings you here?"
"You alone? Can I come in and talk?"
"Yeah, sure, come in. Drink?"
"No, thanks. I've been at O'Reilly's and had a couple already."
"If you want it, I've got one. I've been keeping it in the fridge ever since, uh, ever since I got shit-faced with you that night."
Emily looked closely at her. Megan did not look good. She was weary-looking, her hair was a mess and her wrinkled clothes didn't match.
"So, you're not drinking?"
"Nope, not since then."
"Still climbing?"
"Yeah, not too often, though. You?"
"Yes. I'm going in at least three times a week. Early mornings, though, because of my classes," she answered before pausing a few seconds. "Megs, you OK?"
"Uh, yeah. Why?"
"Don't take this wrong, but you're not you. Your clothes are a mess and you look, uh, I don't know, tired. Depressed, maybe."
"Yeah, I guess I've been a bit depressed since..." she said before she quit talking and looked down at the floor.
"I see. Uh, Megan, the reason I'm here is I wanted to ask you about someone I know. It has to do with girl-girl stuff, so I figured you could give some advice."
"Me? Give advice? My love life is in the crapper and you're asking me? You're nuts!"
"No! Wait a sec. Just hear the story, OK?"
Megan nodded as they sat down on the tiny sofa. Emily got up the nerve to talk but couldn't face Megan, so she dropped her head and looked at the floor as she spoke.
"You see, there was a girl named, uh, Eva who liked boys. She loved sex with them. She wasn't a slut, but she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go out and get it, get some, you know. Well, one evening she was fooled by another woman pretending to be a guy. They had sex, well, she was on the receiving end of some fabulous oral sex. She later found out who this woman was. And it turned out that, uh, Mary, was a super neat person. They started to hang out. They got closer. They even talked about their relationship and Mary insisted that any relationship would have to be a real one and not just some college fling. So, this girl Eva, who previously only liked boys, thought she would keep their relationship in the friend zone. But one drunken night they slept together. They didn't have sex, but they slept together. And that morning she realized Mary, the lesbian, definitely had very strong feelings for her. And she also realized she had developed strong feelings, too. And she hasn't been the same since."
Emily paused to look at Megan who was staring back at her. As she resumed her story, she held Megan's eyes.
"Anyway, they drifted apart, mainly, I think, to avoid any heartbreak. But Eva, who had previously only liked guys, was at a bar one night looking to hook up. She danced a little, was propositioned, but it didn't seem right to her, it didn't feel right to her. And as she sat at the bar surrounded by guys, she realized she was thinking only about Mary. And she wanted her. Badly, seriously wanted her.
"So, she got up, shook off a few more advances and decided she should go to the home of the woman she'd become very close with. And she wanted to tell her everything but Eva was a coward and didn't do it. Now, what advice can I give this girl so that she can bare her soul and tell this Mary, that she's willing to take the step, make the leap, even, and commit to an open and loving relationship? What advice can I give her?"
Megan stared at her for a few seconds before answering, "This girl, you know, the one who wants to go into a relationship with another girl, really wants this?"
"Yeah, she really does."
"What about her feelings for guys?"
"They're still there. Maybe, if you want to put a label on it, she's realized she's bisexual, at least when it comes to you... uh, to Mary."
"And do you think that this Eva gal will run the next time some hot guy comes along?"
"I'd have to say that she's actually a faithful person and when she commits, she's in one hundred percent."
Megan said nothing and simply looked at Emily.
"What should I tell her? Any advice?"
"I'd tell her to go home and give it two weeks. And if all she can think about is this Mary person, then she should go to Mary and show her hand."
"Why the extra two weeks?"
"Just to make sure it isn't alcohol driven lust. Tell Eva it's a huge step, one which will alter her life forever. Friends and family, professional stuff, you name it, everything will change. And she'd better be ready for it all."
"OK, I'll tell her. And Megan, thanks, thanks for everything. See you around?"
"Yeah, see you around." And for the first time in weeks, Megan broke out into a wide grin as she quietly closed the door.
On her walk back to her room and for the next two weeks, all Emily could think about was Megan and what a relationship with her would be like. She knew her parents would be surprised but would support her completely. Ashley would tease her but ultimately would be accepting. And she knew she could be proud, would be proud to walk down the street with Megan's hand in hers.
As the two weeks crept by, she decided to make a quick trip back home on the weekend. Her parents were surprised to see her as she usually liked to spend all of her free time at college with her friends. After dinner Saturday night, they sat together in the living room talking and laughing. Emily eventually got up the nerve to tell them what was happening.
"Hey, Mom, Dad, I've got something I need to tell you."
"What is it Honey? Are you OK?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. But there's something you need to know. I've met someone..."
"Oh, Sweetheart, that's wonderful."
"Er, uh, yeah. I really care about this person. We've gotten close, but aren't in a relationship, yet, that is."
"So why are you here telling us this? Usually, you're independent and do what you want," her mother asked.
"You see, Mom, it's a girl I'm talking about."
"Oh," came the soft reply as the news sunk in.
"Her name is Megan. We met at a costume party. Since then, we've gotten to know each other a lot. She's the one who taught me climbing. And it feels right, you know, just feels right to be with her. I've never thought about a woman before, you know, like this..."
"Why are you telling us now?"
"I wanted to be sure you understood before we went any further. We've not, you know..."
"We don't need details, Kiddo," said her father, clearly uncomfortable talking about his daughter's sex life.
"Well, Honey, if you are asking for our approval, well, we will approve anybody who loves you and treats you right. I have to confess, it's a bit of a surprise, but I, we, want what's best for you," said her mother.
"So, if I invite her here, you'd be nice and accept her into your home?"
"Of course, we would."
"Whew. I kinda knew you would, at least I hoped you would."
"When could we expect to meet her?"
"Well, she and I still need to make sure we're gonna do this. She wants a full commitment, you know, no quickies, that is."
"Em, you're making your dad here pretty uncomfortable talking about your sex life," her father said.
"I see. So, when I bring her home," she giggled, "You'll be good with us sleeping together?"
"Emily Jane!" gasped her mother, "Don't tease your dad like that!"
Suddenly, Emily was sobbing as she went across the room and hugged her parents. "You are the best parents a girl could hope for. You have no idea how hard this conversation was for me. I love you so much. And Dad, I love teasing you. You're so cute when you blush," she giggled through her tears. "Thank you both so much. I really, really appreciate your support."
Her mother gave her a pat on the back and said, "I fancy a drink. Charles, you?" She got up and poured two glasses of wine and, for her husband, a finger of scotch and proposed a toast. "To our wonderful daughter, may her life be full of happiness and success, no matter which path she takes and no matter who she takes it with."
"Thank you, Mom. And I'd like to propose a toast to my great parents. Here, here!"
After they sipped their drinks a few seconds her dad spoke up, "What's her name again, Honey?"
"Megan."
"Ah, that's right. Then I propose a toast to Megan, who is damn lucky to get the finest young woman I know. Good luck to the both of you."
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On the next Friday Emily texted Megan.
<I>fancy a visit?</I>
<I>sure</I>
<I>tonite</I>
<I>Y</I>
<I>7</I>
<I>Y</I>
<I>K</I>
Emily again had her favorite outfit on: black, tight jeans and the same, thin blouse she'd worn two weeks before. She grabbed a bottle of wine on her way over to Megan's. As she approached the door, she was aware of her mouth being dry and her heart racing. 'Must be nerves,' she thought to herself. She knocked on the door.
"Hey," said Megan with a smile.
"Hey, you," answered Emily. "Can I come in?"
"Sure. What have you got there? Is it any good?"
"I hope so. Should be a nice red. Corkscrew?"
"Yeah, sure."
Once the wine was uncorked, Emily poured out two glasses to let the wine air out. "Let's give it a few minutes. Say, you're looking good. How have you been?"
"I've been doing better, yeah, a lot better."
"Any reason why?"
"It was a little story I heard recently about Eva and Mary. Gave me hope."
"Really? What happened in the story?"
"It's not quite finished yet."
"No? Hmm. You sure?"
"Uh, yeah."
"How about I give you a clue? Here..." Emily said as she reached over and took Megan's hand and brought it up to her own chest.
"Nice clue, but not quite what I was expecting."
"Then how about this?" she asked as she leaned over and stretched out to kiss the taller Megan. Megan slowly leaned over until their lips were millimeters apart.
"Sure?"
"Mmm-hmm."
The millimeter distance disappeared as their lips met, softly at first and then more firmly. Emily let her lips open and soon their tongues were gently teasing each other's. Megan reached around Emily to hug her and soon they were fused, with arms around each other and lips teasing and tasting. Eventually, they broke apart.
"Oh, Em, you have no idea..."
"I think I do."
"I was a pile of quivering cat shit for weeks. I couldn't get you out of my mind. I couldn't function. My grades crashed. I holed up here, barely went to the gym. Then two weeks ago you gave me such hope. I've been on pins and needles waiting for you, worried you'd say 'no' at the last minute."
"Megs, I've wanted to say 'yes' for so long now. I just needed to decide to do the obvious thing and say it."
"So, you're willing to be with me? Be my girlfriend? Hold my hand in public? Kiss me goodbye on the Quad when you go off to class?"
"Yes, yes, yes and yes. Yes, to all."
"Let's see if this wine has aired out enough?" They each took a sip and nodded. Then Megan said, "A toast to us?"
"Absolutely. To us," she replied.
They each took a nice swallow and Megan grinned at Emily. "Now that I've got a hot girlfriend, I'll start drinking again, but I hope she makes sure I never act so stupid like I did that night."
"OK, I'll make sure. But you know, it did get me into bed with you."
"Yeah, but nothing happened."
"Oh, yeah it did. It made me realize how good it was feeling you there snuggled up next to me."
"Someday I may get you into bed with me again."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" Megan answered as she brought her lips to Emily's again. Emily enjoyed the slow, soft kisses, kisses which were not like some guys gave on their way to the main event. Megan played with her, teased her and loved her with those unrushed kisses.
Emily broke off the kiss and held Megan in her arms before reaching over for another sip of wine.
"This is so nice," whispered Emily.
"Mmm-hmm, it is. Or do you mean the wine?" joked Megan.
"The kisses, Silly. Well, both actually, I guess. I think I'll go for seconds on the kisses, just to be sure."
After an eternity of gentle kisses, an eternity which was at the same time far too short, Megan broke away and said, "You don't know how much this means to me."
"How so? We've done things before, if I recall right," she giggled.
"Em, that was a power seduction, pure and simple. I put on my Zorro suit and once I saw the most beautiful woman there, I went out to get her. I'm usually not that kind of a woman. You know, domineering, forcing, holding down your hands. I normally like sharing sex, equal partners sex, loving sex, you know."
"Why did you hold down my hands?"
"Didn't want you to find out I was female."
"Oh, I see. Well, it worked and the domination was so Zorro-like that it fit perfectly. So, are you saying you won't dominate me like that again?"
"What I'm saying is I'm not usually that way. I'm open for some occasional fun, though."
"Good, 'cause I could do it again sometime. Uh, Megs, could we maybe talk a little less and do a little more?" asked Emily as she raised her head up for another kiss.
After another few sweet kisses, Megan reached up and slowly started to tease Emily's barely concealed nipples. She drew little strokes across them and lightly pinched one to Emily's obvious delight. Megan reached down and slowly loosened Emily's belt and pulled down the zipper. Emily was getting very excited and moaned into Megan's mouth. Her excitement rose even further as Megan pulled the shirt free and slipped it down from her shoulders.
And there she was, bare from the waist up. It felt so good to feel Megan's hands on her, but she wanted more, so much more. She leaned back and grabbed Megan's T-shirt by the hem and slowly pulled it up and over Megan's head. Emily was transfixed by the sight of Megan's modest breasts. They were sweet, soft swellings on her chest and were capped by the cutest little nipples Emily could ever imagine. She reached over and gently stroked one to Megan's obvious delight. "You like?"
"Of course, I do."
"I've not done this before. Am I doing it right? Maybe I need a lesson."
"Girl, if you were doing it any more right, I wouldn't be able to stand it."
"What about a kiss? Could I kiss them?"
"Oh, please," she responded before letting out a long sigh as Emily trickled her tongue over Megan's nipple. Emily remembered how good it felt to have kisses on one side while having the other stroked by fingers, so she tried the same with Megan.
"Ooooh, so nice. No lessons needed, Sweetheart, you're doing great. Ooooh, do that little trick again, yeah, right there."
Emily spent time exploring Megan's breasts; kissing, sucking, licking, nibbling. She followed to Megan's responses until she had Megan moaning aloud. Megan pushed Emily's head back. "Stop, stop, you're driving me mad."
"I'm sorry, I thought..."
"No, it's a good mad, but I want so much more right now." She stood up and said in a pseudoformal voice, "Would Madame like to be escorted back to the boudoir?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Yes, please." They both got up from the sofa, grabbed the rest of the wine and hand-in-hand, walked quietly back to the bedroom. Megan turned to Emily, reached over and slowly pulled the jeans and thong down to the ankles. Emily stepped out of her clothes and stood entirely nude in front of her lover.
"What about you, hmm?" she asked staring into Megan's eyes as she pulled the sweatpants down to the floor. She reached to pull off the panties only to realize Megan had been commando. They stood in front of each other, gently kissing and letting their breasts lightly rub on the other. After their tender kissing broke off, Emily gently pulled Megan down to the bed. As they lay side-by-side, Megan began to explore Emily's body. Her hand trailed across the breasts, stroking and tickling them before it slid down to her pubic hair. The fingers stroked through the soft, downy hair before gently exploring Emily's slit. Megan slipped a finger in, took some of the ample lubrication and drew it back over Emily's clit.
"Aaaah," hummed Emily as she started to thrust her pelvis in time with Megan's fingering. Now and then she would go for more moisture but most of her energy was concentrating on kissing her lover and teasing her clit. Emily started to get increasingly more stimulated and felt her body start to tighten up, tighter and tighter until she felt like a bomb about to explode.
"Oooooh, Megs," she gasped as her body slid over into a powerful climax. The pleasure seemed to envelope her entirely as wave after wave of release coursed through her body. She was vaguely aware Megan was continuing to stimulate her but deep down, she needed to stop.
"Enough, please," she whispered as she brought her hand down to hold Megan's.
"You OK?" asked a worried-sounding Megan.
"Oh, more than OK," came the response. "I just need a second of recovery," she whispered as she reached up and kissed Megan warmly and deeply. "That was wonderful."
They lay there a few minutes with Megan gently rubbing Emily's torso with Emily stretched out on her back, eyes closed and enjoying the closeness.
"Why did it feel so good? I mean, I can masturbate and even use a vibrator and come and come, but it doesn't hold a candle to this."
"I think it has to do with letting yourself go, turning everything over to another, trusting her, allowing her to drive things."
"Yeah, maybe you're right. Sometimes you were doing the right thing, and sometimes you weren't. The back and forth, great and not so great, was super exciting. By myself, I don't have the element of uncertainty."
"And you don't have the element of closeness, opening yourself up to another."
"Hmm."
Megan lightly pushed herself down Emily's torso, dragging her lips over the nipples and skin. Once she reached her target, she let her tongue gently tease through Emily's pubic hair on its way to her clit.
"Megs, that's really nice, but you don't have to do it."
"Yeah I do. I can't forget how nice it was before..." she whispered as she drove her tongue lower. The tip eventually teased Emily's lips apart and licked the moisture from below and dragged it to her clit.
"Aahhh," she sighed.
"Like?"
"Yeeesss."
After she gripped Emily's thighs pulling Em's slit to her, Megan began to lick up and down and around the clit in earnest. Her tongue went soft at times and would become fairly stiff as it teased the clit. It would probe between Emily's lips, diving deep into the opening. Back and forth, hard and soft, in and out went the tongue as Emily became more and more excited. It was different than on the night of the party, maybe less controlling and domineering but much more loving. No matter what, Emily loved the sensation as she became more and more excited. Eventually, she found herself skirting the edge of an orgasm and needing a tiny bit more stimulation. Her hands found themselves pulling Megan's head tighter and tighter while the tonguing went harder and faster.
Then it happened: a soft, rolling orgasm which seemed to last and last. Emily moaned and cried for what seemed an eternity as Megan continued to stimulate her lover with long, loving licks. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Emily eased the pressure she had put on Megan's head. They fell apart, both breathing deeply. Megan crawled up the bed and held Emily in her arms while giving her tiny little kisses.
A few minutes later, Emily opened her eyes and whispered, "That was nice. I feel so much closer to you than I did back then."
"You enjoyed yourself back then. This was OK?"
"OK? This was great. Back then it was wild, seriously wild. But this, this was all about closeness and warmth. I like them both, but this was extra special. This was my girlfriend Megan and not some hot, masked guy. And I really like it that my girlfriend treated me so nicely."
Megan lightly kissed Emily's nose, cheeks, forehead and lips. After a few minutes of tender kissing, Emily opened her eyes.
"What about you? Interested in letting a rookie try to return the favor?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"You know I haven't a clue about this. Still interested?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"OK, then lean back and let me explore some. If I do anything that hurts or doesn't feel good, just say so. OK?"
"OK, but I can't imagine you doing anything that won't feel good."
"And if you want something done different, say so. Alright, I think I'm going to start here with a kiss," she said as she crawled over Megan and stretched out on her. As she did, she realized her nipples were dragging across Megan's breasts, drawing little circles as she moved. It felt surprisingly good, so she concentrated on the sensation a little longer as her kisses probed Megan's lips and mouth.
She nibbled her lips and sucked on her tongue while her hands started to explore Megan. Her right hand slid down and started to rub her lover's breasts gently until she could tell Megan was getting excited. Her hums and soft moans were like music to Emily's ears. 'I can do this,' she thought, 'I really can. And it feels so good to make her happy.'
But the real test was yet to come. Emily had decided she wanted to go down on Megan. That act would cement in her mind she was truly Megan's lover and Emily so wanted to prove it to Megan, but more importantly, prove it to herself. She broke off the kisses and slid partway down the chest until she was able to taste Megan's breasts. As she licked and sucked, all to Megan's obvious delight, Emily could taste a slight musky and tangy taste, a taste she would come to associate with her lover.
But she wanted to savor something else. "Uh, I'll get back to the girls later. OK?"
"Why?"
"I wanna taste something else."
"Oh, if you insist," chuckled Megan, "I guess I'll let you." Emily was aware Megan was slipping her legs open so she sat up and looked at her lover. Megan was tall, thin and muscular but had a definite feminine seductiveness to her. The belly was slightly muscular, flat and tapered down between prominent hip bones to her pubes. Emily was surprised to see the pubic hair with a definite reddish color.
"Hmm, the carpet doesn't match the drapes, I see."
"I know, funny, isn't it? It's been that way always. My hair was redder when I was a kid, so I guess that explains it."
"How does it taste?"
"You'll just have to find out now, won't you?"
"Mmm-hmm. Now remember, let me know..." she responded as she slid down and lay between Megan's legs. With her mind racing about how she was going to go down on a woman and how she hoped she could do a good job, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and slid it between Megan's folds.
The taste was unbelievable! The sweet, soft, slick moisture had a hint of tanginess. It was a taste which on one hand was familiar, after all, Emily had tasted herself in the past but, on the other hand, was a completely new taste, one which was instantly seared into her mind. Emily knew she would never forget the wonderful taste and sweet smell of her lover.
A second and then a third lick soon followed. She explored, she tested, she teased, she nibbled and she licked as she quickly determined what made Megan the most excited. Once she had established a rhythm of licking and sucking, Megan seemed to get more and more excited. Her hums became moans and her moans became cries as she tensed up more and more.
Then in went the fingers! Emily curled two fingers right inside Megan's opening and rubbed the knobby area in time with the licks. Megan exploded. She ran her fingers through Emily's hair and gripped her head between her thighs as she cried out, "Oh God, oh God, oh Em, that feels sooo..." Eventually, Emily eased off her tonguing and Megan relaxed her legs.
Emily continued lightly licking and giving tiny kisses before Megan stirred and teased, "For a straight chick, you sure know your way around a pussy."
In response, Emily used her lips pretending to bite Megan's clit. "You better watch it, Megs, I could hurt you, you know," she giggled.
"You wouldn't dare. Come here. Give me a hug." As they stretched out together and hugged, Megan whispered, "You OK?"
"Yeah, I'm more than OK. This was what I've been looking for. Before sex could be fun, I enjoyed it, but this, this thing now together, this is perfect," she answered before rubbing her face all over Megan's.
"What'd you do that for?"
"To show 'em you're mine!"
After laughing a few seconds, Megan said, "I'm definitely yours," before giving Emily a nice, sensuous kiss. "Interested in finishing the wine?"
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
They sipped their wine as they lazily stroked each other. Emily felt so close, so loved, so adored and she realized this is what a true, loving relationship was all about. 'I love this,' she thought to herself. 'I absolutely love being with her. With her, my life is complete.'
After a few more minutes of quiet togetherness, Emily turned to Megan and offered her lips for a sweet, tender kiss. After the kiss she murmured, "This is really, really nice. I feel so close to you it's almost scary."
"Please don't be scared when I tell you this, but I've got to."
Emily's heart started beating extra fast as a stab of fear ripped into her heart. "What?"
"I love you, Em. It's as simple as that. I have fallen totally in love with you."
"Well, Zorro, it so happens," she responded before giving Megan another tender kiss, "That I love you, too."
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Trionyx -- July 2021
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<I>This is a submission for the 2021 Aprils' Fool Contest.</I>
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Mardi Gras! Carnival! The season was Emily's favorite. She loved spring colors, warming weather and, most importantly, wild costumes seen at the crazy parties which were held all over campus during the season. Her roommate Ashley had been invited to a big masquerade party on the last Saturday of the season and wanted Emily to go with her. Emily was torn. She had also been invited to a frat party on that same night and as she was getting fairly horny, she thought she'd have the best chance of finding a good hook-up there. But Ashley kept applying pressure until Emily agreed to go with her.
"Look, there will be plenty of guys there and unlike the frat guys, some of these might not be shit-faced by nine p.m. That way you'll get to know them..."
"Ok, ok, Ash, I'll go with you. There just better be some nice guys there who are willing to make me happy. I'm feeling an itch, you know?"
"What? You plan on sleeping with someone that night?"
"Look, I'm horny. Jack dumped me six months ago and my BOB isn't enough. I need some serious dick."
"OK, Em, we'll see what we can do. What costume are you gonna wear?"
"I haven't decided yet. I want something sexy, but not slutty. I hate those stupid little nurse outfits that barely cover your ass. I'll go to Carol's Party Store and see what they have."
The very next day she swung by the store after her last class. For Mardi Gras the store featured lots of decorations and had a large shipping container filled with costumes brought in for people to try. Once she told them she was interested in sexy but not slutty, the staff suggested she try something long and slinky. Out in the container she wandered back and forth until she found it: a flamenco dress. It seemed to be about the right size so she took it into the store to try it on. It fit like a glove. The strapless dress was held up by her boobs and a prayer. It was deep red and skin tight from the top clear to upper-thighs, where it became black and flared out a bit.
The owner Carol congratulated Emily on the choice. "It fits the bill perfectly. All you need to do is pull your hair up into a bun on the side, stick a rose through it and wear the deepest red lipstick you can find. You'll be sex personified."
"I hope so. I really want to get some guys' attention."
"Honey, that will get their attention. Hell, that dress could even get me interested and I'm straight," Carol laughed. "Here, slip it off and pay up front. I'll need it back no later than seven days after the party, OK?"
Once she got back to her room, Emily tried it on for Ashley.
"Oh, my God, that's the sexiest outfit of all. You're not exposed, but anyone can see you've got a figure to die for. I want to hang around with you, maybe I can snag some of your rejects," Ashley giggled.
"Well, I'm going to go and have fun. Two, or maybe three drinks max. I don't want to be so blitzed that I can't enjoy any guy I might land. I sure hope I can still dance in this dress."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll do fine. Now let me show you my witches outfit."
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The next few days before the party were hectic. Emily had three exams and a paper to turn in but she was still able to call around and order a single red rose and arrange for a time at the beauty parlor on the afternoon of the party. She wanted a tight bun to be made off to the side of her head and the rose, with thorns removed, would be threaded through the bun. Light mascara, faint eye shadow and deep red lipstick would complete the outfit.
On the evening of the dance, Emily ate a light meal and went to her room to get ready. Since her hair had been professionally done earlier in the day, she wore a shower cap while she cleaned up. Once she was dry, she used a tiny amount of perfume on her neck, above her breasts and right above her trimmed pubic hair. She pulled on a tiny thong and got out the dress. There was a tiny hidden zipper along the side from the waist up to the top. She undid this and pulled the dress up until it covered her breasts. Watching herself in the mirror, she could see how incredibly sexy she looked. Once the zipper was pulled up, she realized two things: First, the thong had to go; one could clearly see it under the dress, so she reached down and pulled it off. Secondly, she knew she'd have to use tape to help keep the dress up over her breasts. After loosening the zipper, she pulled the top away from her breasts and realized there were already two horizontal strips with double-sided adhesive tape. Once she peeled the backing off the strips, she pulled the dress up and rubbed the dress to get the tape to stick to her skin. It felt odd since the tape crossed the tops of her areolas, barely missing her nipples. In any event, she felt more confident her dress would not suffer a wardrobe malfunction.
Just before leaving, Emily stood in front of the mirror and thought she looked pretty hot. She knew she was moderately attractive. She was on the tall side at five feet, nine inches and was slightly thin, but she had two very fine gifts of nature on her chest. She figured if she had been much smaller, the dress would not have stayed up. As it was, her breasts stood out proud and drew attention away from what she considered was a slightly, too-big ass. She took the rose, threaded it through the bun, put on her three-inch heels and went out for Ashley's inspection.
Ashley couldn't stop raving about how good Emily looked as they got ready to head over to the party. "Oh, Em, you look like sex personified. I would kill to look half as good as you."
"Thank you. I hope some hunk thinks I'm hot. I really need to get laid."
"Heh, you don't need to worry about that. I bet there won't be a limp dick in the whole place once you walk in."
"I know, but I'll need a tall guy, with these heels I'm almost six feet tall."
"Well, you know what they say about tall guys...they're generally well endowed."
"I'd go for average, I'm so horny. Come on, let's go. I need a Lyft 'cause of my heels, OK?"
As they walked up the sidewalk to the house, they could hear the low pulsation of the bass music and the laughter and shrieks of the guests. It promised to be a fun party. Once inside, they found a madhouse of costumed people. Emily recognized a few but to her delight, there were dozens of guys she did not know, several of whom were well over six feet. She was excited to think she might be able to find a new guy somewhere in the crowd.
Right after they went in, Ashley and Emily were offered glasses of sweet, white wine. Emily preferred something with a more subtle taste and tartness so she nursed her drink slowly. She had promised herself not to overindulge, so holding onto the glass would keep her hands occupied and prevent anyone from pushing another drink at her.
Suddenly, she was aware of guys looking at her. Some were discreet but some blatantly eyed her. One fellow even stared open-mouthed at her so she looked over at him and once she got his attention, that is when he was no longer looking at her boobs, she stuck her tongue out at him. He quickly looked away, blushing as he did. 'Well, that's one I can cross off the list,' she thought to herself.
It wasn't long until she was asked to dance. A tall, lion-costumed guy approached her, introduced himself at the 'Cowardly Lion' and asked her to dance. Although she couldn't see his face inside the lion's head, he seemed to be nice and proved to be a good dancer. They danced a few fast tunes and then one slow tune. They couldn't talk too much due to the loud music but she understood him to be a business major. He was quite the gentleman and didn't try to dance too close or grope her ass so when the slow tune was finished, she told him she might look for him later in the evening.
The next guy, a bit shorter, was dressed up as a clown. Dancing with him was a problem due to the monstrous fake shoes which extended at least twenty inches. She kept tripping on them and he even accidentally kicked her shin. Although they laughed about it, she just didn't have a good feeling about him so she declined a second dance.
Next there was an alien with a rubber mask. He wasn't bad so she danced with him a few times before another alien-like creature cut in and started to dance. He clearly didn't have any sense of rhythm and looked funny with his elbows jutting out and knees wobbling. She could hardly keep from laughing but was able to graciously decline another dance.
After getting a snack and finishing a second glass of wine, she felt much better. There was the hint of a buzz as she loosened up and danced over the next hour or so with several different guys. But none of them seemed to be what she was looking for. Sure, some of them were nice, but her body was seeking a spark, a sign which would tell her that he was the one.
Between dances she would talk and gossip with some of her friends and classmates. She caught up on which profs to get for the next semester and who was sleeping with whom. It was around eleven p.m. when the D.J. started playing mostly slower and more mellow tunes. One guy she danced with was too handsy and she had to slap his mitts off her butt. 'Jesus,' she thought to herself, 'Here I wanna get laid and all he had to do was play it cool and I might have been interested. Guys just don't have a clue, sometimes.'
She left him on the dance floor and wandered out of the main room and down a short hallway to the bathroom. After finishing there she saw several people entering and leaving a door further down a darkened hallway. Curious, she went there to see a poorly lit room with just one dim light in a corner. The room oozed of hormones, pheromones and plain lust. Many couples were dancing closely and gyrating on each other while some women were sinuously shimmying in front of their partners. The costumes were generally sexier with more skin and even some nipples exposed. One woman was stripped to the waist and had a fluorescent face painted on her torso. The eyes were painted on her smallish boobs and wiggled up and down slightly as she danced. Emily scanned the crowd and was amused at how many of the guys were staring at the bouncing boobs. 'Jeez,' she thought, 'Haven't these guys ever seen boobs in real life?'
In no time at all, she was approached by Frankenstein who asked her to dance. He was at least six inches taller than she and had nice, muscular arms. She felt so petite next to him, even in her high heels. They danced to a couple of tunes before she felt the beginning of his excitement. 'Maybe, just maybe,' she thought, 'This could be the end of my drought.'
Near the end of the second song, he was holding her very close and let his hands drift down to her lower back and butt. Before, she had slapped a guy's hands for fondling her, however here she was glad for the attention. She nuzzled up against him, reached up with her hand and lightly stroked one nipple. 'If that doesn't tell him something, nothing will,' she mused.
The song ended and as they stood there a foot or two apart, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Zorro stood there, nodded to Frankenstein and whispered in a hoarse voice, "May I?" Immediately, Emily forgot all about Frankenstein. Zorro was unbelievably striking. He was not quite as tall as Frankenstein but had a handsome, squarish jaw under a half-mask covering his eyes and forehead. He wore a brilliant, white shirt with a fluffy collar, a heavy vest and a coat with a red and black cape. The slacks were tight and fit his lean legs like those of a professional dancer. His lips appeared sensuous and she couldn't wait to taste them. She turned to Frankenstein, thanked him for the dances and turned to Zorro.
"Sure, I'll dance with you." As they came together, she could feel the thin but muscular arm which held her while her left hand clasped his slightly calloused right. Once the tune started, Emily was transported by the sensual moves of her dance partner. After only a few seconds, she figured he must be a trained dancer. His timing was impeccable, his leading her was smooth and controlling and his eyes stared unblinking into hers. As sexy and sensual as his dancing was, he kept his body a fraction of an inch from hers, guiding her with simple light touches from his arms and the movement of his feet. Emily had never had such a skilled dance partner, particularly one who exuded sex appeal like Zorro did. She felt she was the total object of his concentration. As fun as Frankenstein had been, Zorro was more intriguing and way, way sexier.
'Maybe this is the guy for me,' she thought as he led her through a series of complicated twirls and dips. She was getting almost giddy with excitement even though he had not done one single thing the least bit inappropriate. 'He respects me, but his eyes are saying he wants me,' she thought.
After their first dance, an alien came up and asked for a dance. Zorro pulled her close and shook his head 'No.' Emily was so relieved she didn't have to turn the guy down and she was delighted Zorro clearly wanted her. "Thanks for asking, but Zorro and I are together for the night," she lied, partly to be nice to the alien and partly to let Zorro know she was interested.
The next tune was a slower one and Zorro led her through a series of sensual steps and turns which made her heart sing. She felt like a goddess as she followed his lead. She never considered herself a great dancer, but here Zorro was turning her into Ginger Rogers in the arms of Fred Astaire. They swayed, they spun, they seemed to be in complete sync as they moved around the room. Being in the arms of a man like him was uplifting, exciting, sensual and, most importantly, sexy as all get out.
After the second dance, she reached up and hugged him lightly. Unlike so many guys, he accepted her hug but quickly released himself, smiling down at her. "You are a fantastic dancer. You make me feel like a dancing queen," she whispered up at him, "Would you want to keep dancing a bit more?"
Zorro nodded 'Yes' and right as the music started up again, Emily felt herself being transported once again into a world of music and motion. They then danced a fourth time and even a fifth. Instead of getting tired, she was invigorated and wanted even more. She had a quick fantasy about being on Dancing with the Stars and how she and Zorro would take the top prize.
After their sixth or seventh dance (Who was counting, anyway?), she gradually became aware of her physical response. She was getting turned on! She could feel her nipples beading up. And she could feel herself getting wet. Emily could produce a lot of moisture when she was sexually excited. One of her previous boyfriends had commented on it saying he'd never seen so much lubrication with other women. Since she had no underwear on, she was worried about getting her dress wet if she went to sit down. As it was, she could feel a beginning trickle along one thigh.
Then she thought to herself that she just didn't care. She had come to this party wanting to have a guy, wanting to get laid. And if she was super wet, well, so be it. With this more relaxed attitude she began to enjoy herself anew. Partway through the next dance, she reached up and offered her lips for a kiss. Zorro bent down and with the tenderest of kisses, took absolute control. The kiss was sweet and probing, but Zorro didn't try to thrust his tongue to her tonsils. No, his tongue teased, stroked and caressed hers. His tongue made love to hers while the two continued to dance slowly and sinuously. Once they broke apart, Emily looked into his masked eyes and saw raw, naked desire.
She felt him take her hand as he turned and started to work their way through the dancers. Once at the door, he led her away from the crowd and further down the darkened hallway. At some stairs she was escorted down and then to a door at the far end of another, shorter hallway. After he pushed it open, she saw the room was completely dark, save for a tiny hint of light from a darkened TV console. Her heart beat rapidly as she realized her dream was certainly coming true. She was going to get lucky!
She heard a lock click before Zorro started backing her up gradually until a bed was right behind her knees. He pushed her a little more as she fell back with a giggle before he crawled on top. She reached her arms around him only to have them gently, but definitely, pushed back onto the sheets above her head by his calloused hands. Zorro then climbed on her and attacked her lips. The kisses were tender yet determined. They were sweet, yet dominating. They were light and teasing, yet so masculine. Such kisses she had never, ever experienced.
She struggled to release her hands pinned to the sheets only to be met by a soft, "Uh-uh."
"Please, I want to feel you."
"Uh-uh."
Emily was never one to be submissive, but on that night it seemed perfectly ok and part of their costumed character's personalities. She had been a sinuous and sexy dancer and now Zorro was in control and claiming her as his prize.
Slowly he released her hands. She started to bring them down but he pushed them back up again. "Uh-uh," he whispered.
She relaxed a few seconds until he let go and then she tried a third time. His hands grabbed hers again and pinned them to the sheets. "No!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Not tonight."
Emily knew she had to follow his commands, yet she felt perfectly safe with him. Because he was tender and loving but oh so much in charge, she relaxed back to let him take over. After a few more minutes of ever-increasingly demanding kisses, he relaxed his hold on her hands. "Don't move."
She didn't dare as she felt him lower his hands to hold her face, gently but firmly, as he kissed her again and again. His kisses drifted down to her neck and across her upper chest. 'He's going for my boobs,' her heart sang. 'Yes! Tonight's my night.' Then she felt him fingering the top of her bodice and curl his fingertips under the cloth. She could tell he was wanting to pull the top down but the tape prevented it. Without warning, Zorro grabbed the top and yanked it down. She gasped as zings of stinging pain tore across her breasts and areolas where the tape had been. Just as quickly, the zings were soothed by a slow, long lick of Zorro's sweet, moist tongue. Her gasps were replaced by moans of delight.
Zorro then made love to her breasts. There was no rushing; these kisses were not merely a pause on the way to her pussy. These kisses were heavenly. Sort little dabs followed long, slow licks. Long, deep sucks followed short little pecks. Just when Emily was getting used to one type of kiss, Zorro changed things up again and again. And whichever nipple was not being kissed was being rubbed by his fingers with their slightly roughen tips. The contrast of delicate mouth work on one side and the slight chafing on the other drove her excitement further.
She moaned over and over, not believing what wonderful sensations coursed through her body. At one point she was able to mutter briefly, "You know just what to do, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," was the response with the vocal vibrations stimulating her even more. It appeared as if everything that he'd done up to that point had been mere foreplay. He started to more intensely make love to her nipples. He teased, he nibbled, he sucked and he even bit lightly, only to follow with soft licks. Emily found herself arching her back, taking in deeper and deeper breaths. Her hands clutched at the sheets over her head and then it happened. One of the more powerful orgasms she had ever experienced tore through her body. Her body pulsated and throbbed. Piercing, intense pleasure shot from her nipples to her brain as she saw vivid colors in her mind and heard someone in the room screaming out, "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Eventually she relaxed back onto the bed, gasping for air. A few minutes later while Zorro gently licked her nipples, she reached down to gently stroke his hair.
"Uh-uh," he whispered as he put her hands yet again over her head.
"Please," she heard herself whine, "I want to hold you."
"No!" came the husky threat. A few seconds later he asked, "More?"
"Zorro, I don't think they can take it anymore. Let me rest..."
"Uh-uh. You're mine." He reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress. Vigorously he pulled the tight dress up over her hips until she knew she was bare in front of him. She could feel the slight coolness of her moisture once he exposed her. Then with another quick check to see that her hands were still up above her head, he lowered his head to her pussy.
'Oh, my God, he's going to...' But her thought was erased as she felt him blow lightly on her pussy right before she felt the tip of his tongue slip slowly, oh so slowly, up from her taint to just shy of her clit.
'My clit! What's wrong with guys? Haven't they heard about clits? Don't forget my clit,' her mind raced until she felt a second lingering lick right over her clit. Just that quickly, he went from being just another clueless guy to being the best oral magician on the planet.
"Aaahhh," she sighed, "Nice..."
"Mmm-hmm," came the response from below as Zorro started to really pay attention to her. He nibbled her labia, even pulled at them with his lips. His tongue darted up and down, then around and around her clit. Suddenly, she sensed him gently suck on her clit as she felt her tension rising, her heart beating faster and her breathing becoming more and more erratic. Several times as she neared orgasm, Zorro seemed to ease off on his licking, frustrating yet exciting her more and more.
Next came two fingers which spread her labia and curled inside, their rough skin teasing her G-spot in time with the tonguing. Involuntarily she started to thrust her hips in time with the fingers and tongue as she rose higher and higher up to the edge of yet another orgasm. The tongue pressure increased and the curling of the fingers pressed harder on her G-spot as the tension in her body escalated even more.
Then it happened: The most intense orgasmic waves of Emily's entire life ripped through her body. This made her boobgasm seem like child's play as her brain was filled with endorphin-laced pulsations of pleasure. Behind her tightly clenched eyes was a lightshow of throbbing, vivid color. Her moans, amplified in her ears, seemed to come from someone else. Her torso spasmed as intense, rhythmic waves of release ran throughout her body. The tongue action seemed to let up right as she tried to catch her breath.
It started all over again! The tonguing and the finger fucking intensified more and more until she found herself rising to yet another crest. She didn't think she could take it; she had to stop! But her body was unwilling to stop and her brain was unable to communicate this message to her clitoral tormentor, so she simply moaned and cried with absolute lust. Her next orgasm snuck up on her and she writhed as it hit. With her last one Zorro had eased off temporarily, but on this one he continued to stimulate until she was skimming from one peak to the next, moaning and crying out from the ecstatic torture. Deep within the recesses of her minimally functioning mind she recognized she had never had so many orgasms back-to-back, so many that it seemed as if they all were rolled into one.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure so intense it bordered on painful, she realized her hands were wrapped around Zorro's head, pulling him to her, her body still demanding more, yet at the same time, her voice pleading for him to stop, her brain not tolerating any more. As the pressure of the tongue and fingering slowly decreased, she realized she was coming down from the most wildly erotic experience of her entire life. Her body was totally exhausted, yet her mind was stimulated and buzzing with dopamine-fueled energy. While she recovered, she wondered how someone could experience simultaneously such profound pleasure and exquisite torture.
Then her hands were grabbed and pinned back over her head. "I said 'No'."
"I couldn't help it; you robbed me of my brain. Sorry?" she said and asked in the same breath.
In the dark she could sense Zorro was coming closer. She could smell her own arousal on Zorro's face as he neared her. She stretched up to greet him when he quickly rubbed his wet face and lips all over her face before softly kissing her lips. Next, he pulled the rose out of her hair and the pins holding her bun in place, loosening her hair.
"Why'd you do that?"
"To show 'em you're mine," came the hoarse voice.
"Oh," she paused before going on, "What about you?"
"Uh-uh. Was for you."
"But..." her words were ignored as he lowered his lips to her once again. These kisses were sweet, loving kisses, the kind usually seen between long-term lovers and not just those in the midst of a simple hookup. For several minutes she enjoyed the closeness and tenderness and felt herself begin to relax and drift off.
In her dazed state, she became aware Zorro was getting up from the bed. She struggled to sit up while realizing her top was below her breasts and her hem was above her waist. Then she asked, "Wait, where are you going?" There was no answer as she realized Zorro was moving towards the door. "No, don't go, please. Let's cuddle some..."
She sensed Zorro was coming towards her and felt him bend down over her. They bumped foreheads before their lips met. A most tender but yet a too-quick kiss was all she received before he got up, cracked the door open and slipped out.
"No, dammit, don't go! I don't even know who you are! Shit! Nooooo!"
She quickly pulled her dress up over her breasts and struggled to pull the hem down to her calves. Once she was decent, she ran her fingers through her hair to try and control what must have been a mess after he had pulled out her bun. She slipped on her heels and stepped out through the door. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall, so she ducked into a nearby bathroom. As her hair was not a total mess, she quickly left and ran down the hall and up to the first floor looking for Zorro.
He was nowhere to be seen. She darted from room to room, looking for the tall, masked man but to no avail. Then she ran into Ashley who took one look at her, leaned over to sniff near Emily's face and said, "You got laid! I can tell."
"Oh, Ash, I never saw his cock, but his tongue! Oh my God, I've never had such good oral sex in my entire life. What fabulous O's. And now he's disappeared!"
"Who?"
"Zorro. Have you seen him?"
"Yeah, I saw him leave a bit ago," Ashley responded to Emily who had turned and was racing to the door. Outside there was nobody. No sign of Zorro. He had simply vanished.
Tears came to her eyes as she turned to go back into the house. Ashley met and consoled her as tears poured down her face and sobs wracked her body. "Come on, Em. I'm sure he'll look you up. If it was so good, you'll hear from him. He even knows what you look like, so you may be surprised some day just walking across campus," she reassured. A second later, she went on, "Em, what's that on your hands?"
Emily looked down to see her palms and fingers covered with dark smudges. "I don't know, unless it was some hair coloring. I did hold his head near the end..."
"OK, that's a bit of good news. You know he doesn't have black hair, see?"
"Like that's going to help a lot," Emily cried out even more.
Ashley grabbed her friend and led her outside. "Come on. Let's go home. I'm done here and obviously so are you. I'll grab a Lyft." On the brief trip home, the women were silent and once in their room, they stripped and cleaned up before hitting the sack.
In bed Ashley tried to console her roomie once again. Eventually Emily cried herself to sleep wondering how a night of such phenomenal sex could end up with her feeling so miserable.
The next day she lounged around in her pajamas eating ice cream and drinking wine. Ashley tried to get Emily to talk. "Let's figure out what we know. Maybe we can track him down. Tell me about him."
"Well, he's tall, maybe six two or three. I thought he had black hair, but probably not. Lean, but still muscular. Not bulked up, though. Slightly calloused hands."
"That's it? Now why were his hands calloused? You sure he was a student?"
"I sure thought he was. Not much to go on, is it?"
"No, but we'll need to keep our eyes open and hope for the best."
The next day, Ashley finally got Emily to get cleaned up, dressed and off to class saying "Crying won't make him come back, so get back out there."
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Emily still had to return the dress so on the next afternoon she went over to the party shop. There were several people milling around waiting to return costumes. A cute little brunette had what appeared to be a tutu and near her was a tall, thin blonde with short, gel-spiked hair who was holding a bag of clothes. Over to one side was a short guy carrying an alien costume.
Ms. Tutu turned in her costume with profuse thanks to Carol and next up was the tall woman. She looked vaguely familiar and Emily thought she must have seen her on the women's basketball team. "Smith's Bouldering and Climbing Gym" was stenciled on the back of her sweatshirt and she wore a pair of thin, black gym pants.
'Must be a rock-jock,' thought Emily idly.
"Hi, Megan, bringing your costume back?" asked Carol.
"Yeah," said the tall woman with a husky voice which sounded eerily familiar to Emily.
"Costume OK? Did you leave your hair blonde?"
"Nope, colored it black."
"Alright, here's your receipt. Oh, did you have a good time?"
The woman turned around to Emily. Her jaw was squarish and her lips sensuous. Her eyes held Emily's as she nodded with a tiny grin and said, "Yeah." She paused a few seconds before going on, "Yeah, I had a great time."
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<I>I know some will argue this story belongs in the Lesbian Sex category, but that would have spoiled the surprise. Their coupling was erotic, so I went with it.</I>
<I>FWIW: The calloused hands were an attempt to make Zorro appear more masculine. Rock climbers are generally lean and muscular and can develop calloused hands and fingertips over time.</I>
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Trionyx -- March 2021
Votes and comments are appreciated. Thank you.
This story was well received and based on several requests, I have written a follow-up story about these two characters: Zorro's Girl -- Chapter 2
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It was the middle of the night and Elena was on her balcony looking out on to the stone courtyard with the large olive shade tree in the middle. There where no lights on in any rooms surrounding the courtyard as She was thinking of Zorro and ached inside for his return. Elena had not been with Zorro for several weeks, but she knew he was out because as the Alcalde's daughter she heard her father's complaints about Zorro. Many nights over the last month, she lay awake sometimes until dawn thinking of Zorro. He had made her feel like real women wanted feel.
She turned back into her room, and as she entered, she closed the balcony doors. As she did, she felt a gloved leather hand around her mouth and his voice say, "You know who I am. Don't scream and I will take my hand away?"
Elena felt her heart begin to beat rapidly in her chest, and nodded her approval of his request. He whirled her around and with his hat and mask on pulled her close to him and kissed her fervently on the lips letting his tongue slide across them. He could taste her sweetness, and felt her body melt into his while her arms wrapped around his waist.
Elena's body responded to his as she melted into his arms and his affectionate kiss. Her heart was pounding fast, and her breathing deeper pressing more or her firm breasts into his chest. She absolutely wanted to feel her naked breasts against his warm hairy chest. She kept kissing him opening her mouth and letting his tongue slip onto hers. Elena sucked on his tongue while twirling hers around his.
He broke their embrace and turned her around as he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck nibbling on her shoulders. He had taken off his hat throwing it aside as he leaned into kissing her neck and shoulders. He felt her cotton nightgown with his hands, and knew she was naked underneath the garment. He ran his hands feeling all of her as she surrendered to his touch. He whispered in her ear, "Take it off, I want to feel your naked body."
She loosened the sash holding the neckline tight so it would not slide off her shoulders. Once undone she reached up and slid it from her shoulders letting fall to the floor. Zorro ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin touching her as he kissed her neck. His hands cupped her breasts as he felt their plump firmness and her now firm erect nipples. Each one of his fingers ran over them sending heady, electrifying sensations throughout her body. She thought for a moment that she was going to faint, but Zorro's strong arms around her held her up.
Zorro leaned into her as he caressed her breasts and nibbled on her neck. He soon was running his tongue around the sensitive ear lob. As he did this, she felt his hands slide down on top of hers. Elena did not know what to expect until she heard him whisper in her ear, "Touch yourself."
She was at a loss as to what he wanted her to do. She felt his strong masculine hand move over hers as Zorro guided her hand towards her bushy, damp, mound. His finger was over her middle finger as he guided it between her slipper-wet full lips. She felt the sensations of her hand running over her furry mound. Elena had never felt herself like this before and was surprised at how dripping wet she was between her legs. Elena felt him guide her fingers gently between her lips sliding it up down between them. All she could do is let this man take her to sensations she had not experienced before.
Zorro was gentle and slow; wanting her to feel the real pleasures, a man can bring to a desirable woman. He wanted her hand to feel inhibited as he guided her hand between her pussy lips, and feel the hot moistness of her deep burning desire. He guided her finger to her tight opening and pressed on top of her as it partially slid in. He wanted her to feel her wet opening as it involuntarily pulsated around her finger, and to feel how easily her finger slipped inside of her. He kept the palm of her hand pressed against her wet firm clit slowly moving it back and forth it sending headier, electrifying sensations through out her body.
Elena stood there lost in the moment of another man touching her as she touched herself, and she could not help but let him continue. She slid more of her finger inside of moist slit; feeling his finger inside beside hers too. He legs parted a bit, as she wanted more in her. Her other hand reached back as she ran the palm of her hand against Zorro's groan area. She felt a momentary release inside her as she felt how hard he was. His cock seemed to swell even more with her touch.
Zorro pulled Elena into her more saying to her, "Get on the bed, and don't turn around." He released his hold on her and let his other hand slid off hers. Before she knew it, she felt his naked body pressed against her back as he thrust his hard cock forward towards her exposed wet pussy. Elena involuntarily reached back and guided him towards her furry opening.
As he slid into her sizzling moistness, she felt Zorro's swollen cock head part her dripping wet lips. Zorro's shaft divides her pussy lips further as she gripped the sheet into a ball in each hand. The sensation of his enormous red-hot, bulbous, veiney cock inside of her was unbelievable, and she so wanted to scream out into the night the pleasure she was feeling. He filled her up penetrating her deeply, and she felt his large hands grip waist and pull him onto her as she tilted her ass higher for him to penetrate her deeper. She even found herself meeting his deep thrusts, and craving more of him in her while her pussy involuntarily griped his cock shaft.
Zorro not one to be out of control found it difficult not to scream out the pleasure Elena was giving him. With ever movement into her, he felt her pussy enthusiastically pulsate around his firm manhood. She was so wet and slippery inside as he pulled almost all t he way out and thrust himself deep into her feeling his balls against her pussy hairs. His hand roamed her soft-skinned body as he leaned into her and felt her breasts in his hands.
Zorro leaned back and caressed her body slowly drawing his hand away from her firm breast toward her pussy. His fingers slid easily between her slit and found her clit. He massaged all around it, and when he did, he felt Elena thrust backwards on to his pulsating firm cock.
Elena was so lost in lust for this man, and wanted to scream out at the top of lugs as loud as she could,"Fuck me, fuck me hard Zorro." Some day I will she thought. The sensations she was feeling inside of her as he was taking from behind where beyond description. He mind raced as she met his deep, thrusting penetrations. She buried her head in the sheets as her hands gripped the sheets again into a ball as she felt the first waves of deep, warm internal pleasure overtake her senses and flow threw her. She was lost.
Zorro gripped her hips even tighter digging his fingers into her as he pulled her on to his cock as it pulsated his first of many orgasms deep in her. He fucked her uncontrollable for several minutes thrusting deeply into her before he was spent. With each thrust, he felt her pussy involuntarily, and uncontrollable grip his manhood while becoming even wetter, and hotter with her own juices melting with his.
They both collapsed on the bed on top of one another trying to catch their breath.
Elena had no idea; after she regained consciousness, how long she had been out. She knew Zorro was gone, but had left behind a rose with a "Z" next to it. She went to bed naked that night, and slept well into the day for a change really rested and happy. The only though she had when she awoke was how uninhibited she had been making love to Zorro. What a wonderful feeling.
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<B>Zorro Revealed</B>
Elena entered her room saying good night as she entered. It was dark in her room as she was about to light a candle as she shut the door. From behind the door, she felt the sudden strong grip upon her wrist. Whirled around and Elena was facing Zorro. He had a hand across her mouth saying, "You know who I am don't say a word."
He removed his leather-covered hand from her lips and replaced it with his lips upon hers. Elena immediately felt the electrifying sensations ripple throughout her body as he kissed her passionately. Less afraid of their encounters than before Elena looked forward to them. She felt her arms embrace him feeling his muscular body against hers. His arms caressed her clothed body pulling her in closer and gliding his tongue in between her warm desirable lips.
Zorro slipped his ungloved hands from behind her and placed them on clothed breasts. He could feel her firm, tender, erect nipples, and breasts as he pushed the blouse away from her body. His shirt was open and Zorro pulled Elena closer to him.
She could feel the warm electrifying sensuous of his hairy chest against her firm breasts. He felt so warm against her bare body it made her want him even more as she kissed him back passionately. She felt warm and safe in his arms as he slid her skirt down her waist and firm thighs. She wore nothing underneath as the garment fell to the floor. Suddenly she felt his warm firm shaft sliding across her now wet furry mound. How he had gotten his pants off without her knowing was still the mystery of Zorro. She felt his hands slid down her body to her warm, round, silky smooth buttocks squeezing them firmly in his hands as he pulled her closer to him.
Zorro's hands came around front and cupped her firm breasts in his hands as he leaned down and placed his lips on her taut nipples running his wet warm tongue across them, and teasing the tips of erect nipples with his tongue. She felt like she was almost going to pass out from the heat between them. He nibbled on each breast as she held his head close to each one. Feeling the erotic sensations ripple through her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs as his stiff manhood slipped between her steamy, wet lips. He was teasing her, and she really wanted him to plunge into her dank wetness and take her. She knew if she tried, he would pull back as she knew he was a man who liked to tease, please, and take his time with erotic pleasures. She enjoyed these erotic sensations.
Suddenly Zorro picked her up and laid her on the bed. He eased himself up on top of her kissing her again on the lips. Elena wrapped her legs around him trying to pull him into her. Zorro teased her opening with his engorged, swollen, dripping wet cock head. The head was incredible sweltering hot. He rose up looking down at her wantonness, and smiled a white toothy grin saying, "Not now My hot little Chile Pepper. Be patient."
She lay back as Zorro eased himself down her warm soft-skinned body nibbling everywhere while occasionally teasing her hard nipples with his tongue. They felt like they would burst with each teasing motion of his tongue across them. His tongue teased her belly button, and sent a tickling sensation through her body. He went further down her body and she could feel him blowing on her hot, furry, wet mound. She gripped the sheets as the pleasure intensified. She wanted to push his head down to where she had been shown erotic pleasures derived. She remembered many knights since his last visit how she had pleased her self the way he had shown here.
The first of many electrifying shocks rippled through her body as she felt his tongue slid between the folds of her wet pussy. She turned head to stifle a cry of pure madden erotic desire gripping the sheets even tighter. Her mind played all kinds of visions of what Zorro was doing to her. His mouth wrapped around her wet clitoris teasing it with his tongue drawing it further into his mouth gently sucking on its firmness. She felt her insides quiver, and spasm with pure dripping wet pleasure. It was not until she felt one of his fingers slip into wet canal pressing up gently massaging her insides while he massaged her white pearl with his tongue that she really felt the full force of her orgasm flood through her lustful body. One orgasm after another flooded through her maddening, convulsing body. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at the top of her voice as she gripped the sheets.
Zorro's hands held her place as sucked and nibbled on firm erect pleasure pearl as his finger slid in an out of her massage her insides to further heights of desirable bliss. He could hear her heavy breathing as she filled her lungs deeply gasping for air. Finally he sensed she had, had enough, and eased himself up to her holding her shaking body in his arms till she regained her maddening senses.
Elena heaved with passionate desire feeling things inside she had not felt before. Emotions running rampant in her as tried to catch her breath. She felt his arms engulf her and hold her safely in his arms as she returned to him.
She smiled up at his masked face still catching her breath, saying, "I need you to make love to me. I want you so much inside of me as a part of me."
Zorro laid back and pulled her on top him saying, "It is your turn to take me as I have taken you." Zorro gripped her hips and eased her back so that his firm cock pressed up to into her dripping wet opening.
Elena eased her self up a little, pressed the inflamed, enlarged head of his cock against her wet opening, and slipped it into her easily. Immediately she felt the ripples of convulsions of pure pleasure of his stiff, veiney shaft slip into her wet pussy engulfing him. He pushed up a little easing more in her as she slid further down onto him. She felt his hands caress her breast with each finger sending electrifying sensations throughout her body as she took him. It felt wonderful to be on top, different, and exhilarating. She eased more of him into her wet canal by squirming around until she felt the base of his swollen shaft. He was all the way, inside of her tickling her deeply. Her hands went out to steady themselves against his chest, and with each electrifying movement on his cock she dug her nails into his chest muscles. Things seemed to move in slow motion for both of them as they each enjoyed the moment and pleasure of making love.
Zorro held her steady for a moment as he eased up into her further and eased her on to him flexing his shaft making it swell even more. Elena had a hard time not screaming out in pleasure feeling his desire for her. He felt her wetness oozing out along his shaft, and dripping down his balls making her slicker and easier for them both to continue their frantic lovemaking. He could feel her insides convulse around his shaft as he pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply on the lips.
Zorro held her like that and rolled her over with out leaving her, and slid him self up into her deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and nails dug into his backside urging him into her frantically. With a frenzied desire, she reached down with both her hand, grabbed his muscled butt cheeks, and dug her nails into him deeply like spurs to a horse urging him into her madly.
Both of them where lost into one another feeling the deep-seated passion and expression of love for one another. She was meeting his thrust with earnest desire and lustful unbound passion. Zorro felt the first of her contractions around his cock and her warm juices flowing forth around his shaft. Involuntarily he felt his own man milk spurt up inside of her several times. Elena's own pussy convulsions kept squeezing more of his milky juices into her mixing with hers. She could feel the wetness ooze out of her and between her cheeks. With maddening desire that seemed to last a long time before they collapsed into each other's arms panting.
They both laid there for a long time holding one another. She realized he would be leaving soon as the night was almost over, and it would be dawn soon. When Zorro got up from the bed, he still had on his leather chaps while they had been making love, and Elena realized he wore a kind of leather shorts, which explained why he was undressed so fast. As he slipped them on Elena looked over at him saying, "Zorro! Can you take off your mask so I can see whom you are and who has made love to me tonight?"
He looked down at her in the dim candle light smiling at her and said, "Are you sure you want to know who I really am?"
"Yes! Yes!" she said breathlessly.
Zorro smiled at her, reached up behind his head, and started to undo the black bandana around his head. Just as was about to take the bandana from his faces and reveal who he is there was a knock on the door. Elena looked over at the door in frightful terror. The candle light went out and she looked back to Zorro and he was gone into the darkness, but not before leaving her his mask.
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Elena walked into her room from the Presidio grounds. She had just come in from the commotion that had been going on. One of the guards had told her Zorro had been on the grounds, and wrecked havoc amongst them. Once inside she noticed there was only one candle burning in the room.
As she was about to light another candle, Elena noticed at the same time a dark figure dressed in black. He said, "Don't turn on any candles, and don't turn around." Elena was startled at first and froze.
The voice in the dark said, "Don't be afraid. I will not hurt you. You know who I am. Now come here, and don't turn around."
Elena moved over to him backing up to him. She stopped in front of him with her back to him. Zorro said to her, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I am going to blind fold you."
Elena felt the blind fold surround her eyes. She was scarred, and excited inside as Zorro blindfolded her feeling her breathing becoming deeper. She could feel his breath on her and against her neck. She felt his hand slid down her shoulders towards her wrap around skirt held up by a fashionable rope sash. She felt it get a little tighter and the slash sound and knew it been cut. Elena felt her skirt loosen and fall to the floor. She didn't know what to do and froze. She felt the cool air against her naked thighs. She did not know what do when she heard him say, "Undo your blouse."
Elena felt herself doing what he told her do; unafraid of what he would ask her do next. She felt Zorro's hands slip up naked body and slide her blouse off her shoulders. She felt his breath against her shoulders, and his lips pressed against her neck. For a brief moment, she felt herself swoon, and leaned into Zorro.
Zorro pressed his lips against her shoulders and neck, and tasted her sweet, smooth skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he eased his hand up to her breasts.
Elena had never felt the touch of man's hands caress her smooth body. She felt his hands slid up her sides and across the top of her breasts, and cup her firm breasts n his warm hands. His large hands slid down them caressing her firm stiff, erect nipples. She felt each finger slid across them making her jittering inside, and wanting him to go further. She let her hand slid behind her, and felt his erection. He did not move, and let her hand caress, and squeeze him more. He felt so hard in her hand.
Zorro moved her forward towards the bed turning her around facing him saying, "I am going to lay you down. Don't remove the blind fold and just relax. I will not hurt you. You know that don't you?"
Zorro eased down on the bed as she was saying, "I trust you." Elena felt herself laid down on the bed gently. She trusted him completely. She was completely naked in front of him except for her blouse. She felt him ease up between her legs feeling him caress her inner thighs while nibbling on them as he moved forward towards her furry wet mound. In all her imagination, she had never dreamed a man could make her fell so excited and wet inside. She felt him kiss and caress her inner thighs, and knew this man whom she could not see his face knew how to make love to a woman.
Zorro moved further towards her furry mound and let his finger slid up touching her pubic wet hairs. His hands slid up on each side of her lips, and massaged them as his fingers pressed her stiff clit. He felt her lay back and she moaned out loud. Her body responded to his touch, and she felt waves of pleasure flow through her body. Elena felt the tingly feeling of fingers tease her hair and vaginal opening.
Suddenly Elena felt the warm of his tongue press against her opening. She gripped the bed covers in lustful delight as he ran his tongue around her pussy opening as his fingers massaged her rigid, stiff, warm clit. His tongue slipped into her warm opening, and she swooned back in ecstasy and delirium. She felt lost in heat as he lapped her wet pussy lips and encircled her clit.
Zorro felt the damp, wetness of her pussy against his face. He liked what he tasted, Elena tasted good, and her smell was ecstasy. Zorro felt he could not get enough of her pleasure or wetness.
Elena felt his mouth on her pussy and could not get enough of his mouth on wet, juicy, saturated pussy. She felt her mind was racing with all kinds of sensation. Elena moaned out, "Zorro I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me."
Zorro had already taken his pants off and was standing in front of Elena with his hard, stiff, burgeoning hard cock. Zorro was astonished at her frankness. He slid forward and massaged the head of cock against her wet lips. He teased her silkiness wetness all over clit, and lips. Zorro pushed his cock deeper into her opening a little at time feeling her hot, moistness, of her pussy lips wrap his cock head.
Elena felt her legs automatically lift up and slide up along Zorro's inner thighs, and around his waist pulling him on top of her. Her arms reached out and pulled on his shoulders His skin felt so electrifying and erotically passionate as she pulled him on top of her.
Zorro's cock slipped into her pussy easily all the way in her. He felt her warmth, and wetness envelope, his cock, and his cock pulsated with desire further for her. Her legs encircled around his body, and pulled him into her further. Elena felt his hot, electrifying lips against her lips as he kissed her, and she was lost in desire for him to be further inside of her. She felt his warm stroke of his hand against her firm breasts, and nipples. She wanted him to pound her, and fuck her deeply as she shouted out, "Fuck me Zorro. I need you deep inside me."
Zorro in all his imagination could not imagine Elena would be so responsive to his lovemaking. Her legs where wrapped around him so tightly he believe how much she wanted him inside her deeply. He lifted her legs towards his shoulders and penetrated her hot wet pussy deeply with is cock.
When her legs went around his neck, and his cock slipped inside of her further she felt the waves of her orgasming throb around his cock. She felt her pussy tighten, and squeeze around his cock. Elena felt his cock become thicker, and harder as he began to cum in her.
Elena never imagined her body would take over as her pussy quivered, and constricted around Zorro's cock with pulsating desire for him to penetrate her wet, cum flowing, pussy. Elena felt her arms reach out and her nails burrow into his ass cheeks pulling Zorro further into her screaming out, "Oh Zorro Fuck me hard and deep."
Zorro felt his own desire well upside of him and his cock, and pulsate with his own creamy juices empty from his cock into her hot drenched pussy as he pushed his cock deep into her.
Their throws of erotic passion exhausted them both, and they lay together for a while when she drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she saw a big "Z" etched into the pillowcase he had been laying upon.
Zorro sat back in rock covered cave smoking slim cigar, and thought how beautiful it was to make love with her.
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Before I met and married Z, my wife of 28 years, I was married to Sharon while I was in college and right after. While I was still in graduate school Sharon went to work for a local high tech company where she was a secretary to a top manager named Pete. Pete was almost 20 years older than we were and a very sophisticated guy, an executive at this important company (you'd recognize the name of it if I could risk putting it here).
I was consumed in my work as a graduate student in those days, but Sharon and I had some chance to do social things with her company, and with Pete in particular. I wanted to go into the industry Pete's company was in when I was done, so I thought Pete would be a good connection. Sharon, inevitably, became very interested in these outings, which were pretty high-end affairs, and I noticed she was more and more attentive, almost seductive, with Pete, who had a kind of casual way of making it seem natural.
To get to the point, it wasn't long before Pete was fucking Sharon, of course, which was hard for me to take, but probably aroused or confirmed in me a latent interest in the cuckold-type relationship, although I didn't realize it at the time. With Sharon that wasn't manifested, although when I found out Sharon was fucking him, it was hard not to notice I was as aroused as sad about it. But it wasn't long before Sharon announced she was going to leave me for Pete, with plans to get married.
The fact that it had happened was pretty common knowledge among my friends, and it was pretty humiliating to have everyone know Pete was fucking my wife, but it was still hard on me when she left—losing a spouse stings no matter what else is true. But because I didn't have to be around them after she moved out, I got over it and went on, finished my degree, and left the city within a year to start in the high tech industry (in another company). Pete and Sharon left soon after that when he got another job at a different company in another city. I kept track of them, mostly through announcements at his company and with once a year calls on her birthday and things like that. As it turns out, they never did get married because Pete was always fucking around with other women, and eventually Sharon got tired of that, but Sharon was with him all through the next two or three years. I got a little satisfaction from knowing from Sharon that things might not be going too well for them as a couple.
About a year after I finished grad school I met Z, and we got married and fairly quickly started real cuckolding, this time with my explicit consent—it was actually my idea—from our first date. About a year after that, amazingly, Pete got hired as a Vice President by the company I was working for to replace my boss's boss. The only salvation in that situation, and the reason I didn't immediately quit, is that the timing of this was good in another way—Sharon had just left Pete for another man she had met and wasn't around, so Pete was sort of in the same boat I was.
Pete and I actually sort of became friendly over that shared humiliation in a jocular kind of way, but there was always this adversarial edge too. Pete met Z, of course, and Z was aware of the whole situation with Sharon and Pete because we had talked about all of that, and how it made me feel, very early on in our relationship.
Pete had a Christmas party at his house that year after he had been with the company for about nine months. Z and I went to the party with Z dressed to the nines, sexy in a black mid-calf silk dress with spaghetti straps. I could see that she hadn't worn a bra under it—her beautifully-formed nipples showed where they touched the silk in front. As we pulled up just past Pete's house to park down the street, she also let me know that she had on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose, and that she had worn one of her nicest pair of underpants, teasing me with, "Unless you want me to take those off now." I just smiled and shook my head no. Z always wore her underpants over her garters so they could be pulled down whenever we wanted to, so she could flash in public, or let someone fuck her.
"Oh, well," she continued, and gave me one of her smiles, the kind that told me she had something on her mind, as I maneuvered into the parking spot. She often did this, engaging in a little flashing at parties, so I assumed that's what was in store for me that night—it was the kind of thing she knew I liked—and even in this setting, with business colleagues, there was very little harm in it since, obviously, everyone would have had a little to drink and because Z had become very good at making such over exposure look kind of accidental. I was actually looking forward to it.
But as we walked up the street toward the sidewalk to Pete's house, things turned in a different direction. Z asked me, as we turned up the walk, "Am I a better fuck than Sharon was?"
That was an easy question. "Of course you are—amazingly better!" and it was true. Z is truly incredible—the best and wettest cunt in the world, the hottest fuck on earth.
She continued, more softly, as we proceeded up the long walk surrounded by a lovely garden, "It kind of hurts my feelings a little that Pete might think I'm second best to Sharon—that you settled for me only because she left you for him."
"That's crazy!" I replied, genuinely surprised. "That was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me," I insisted. "If Sharon hadn't left me, I might not have met you at all."
"I know," Z answered, "but I don't think Pete would really understand that, or even believe it, do you? We were half way up the walk.
"Well, he'd be nuts to think that," I answered, assuming that would be the end of it.
Z was quiet for a second, but just as we reached the steps she followed with, "I can think of a way for him to know I'm better than Sharon."
"How?" I answered, but even as I said it I got that familiar feeling in my stomach—it had dawned on me just exactly how Pete might learn that Z was right, and I already knew that Z was very attuned to what would push my buttons. So I was half horrified and half aroused as I waited for her answer.
"Well," Z said, as we reached the landing in front of the door, "We could let Pete fuck me. Then he'd know for sure, wouldn't he?" And she squeezed my arm a little.
I had known it was coming, really, but hearing it out loud, I was aghast, my stomach hollow and my heart racing. But my cock had jumped to attention and I had to reach down and adjust myself to keep it from catching in an uncomfortable position. All I could think of was to try to buy a bit of time. "That may not be such a good idea," I told her. And even the part of me that was hard for it didn't think it was a good idea.
But Z just knows what to do, and say. Z half-turned toward me. "It is too a good idea, "she insisted. "Don't you want Pete to know that I'm better than Sharon? And that even though I am, I'm going to stay with you? Don't you want him to know that? Wouldn't that be a kind of vindication for you? And it's not like it would be anything different for us—you like it when other men fuck me."
My cock had turned rigid in my pants—Z is amazingly clever about this, turning having another man fuck her into a victory for me of sorts. And I had to admit there was some sense in what she said. But I still didn't really want it to happen with Pete, and certainly not that night. Even if Z was going to do it, I wanted a chance to think about it. Of course, deep inside I did want it—that's what the butterflies in my stomach were about, and Z knew it; in retrospect maybe both of us knew it.
Z made the obvious point, "Pete will never know for sure that I'm better than Sharon unless he actually fucks me too. Right? Wouldn't it make you feel proud that I stay with you even after he fucks me?"
I couldn't dodge the feeling I now suddenly had. It was perverse, but I did want him to know that. Z knew just how to do this, had probably been planning it for some time. It might be strange for most guys to be proud of having their wife fuck another man, but Z knew me. She was right—I wanted it. But I still wasn't prepared for it right at that moment, and told her so. I said I understood, and even agreed, but that I wanted to wait a few days to talk about it, and to think how to do it. It was just too scary, too unsettling an idea to spring on me right at his door.
But Z has always known how to handle these things, and she has always said there's no time like right now. "No, Larson. This is something that needs to happen, and we should just do it. There's no sense delaying it." Her hand went to the front of my pants as she reached out to ring the doorbell, and she could feel the huge hard-on that had sprung up as we talked. "I can see you like the idea, and I'm ready. This needs to happen soon—tonight is best, I think. Is that OK?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I think I should ask Pete to fuck me as soon as I get a private moment with him at the party—I'll look at you when I've done it so you'll know, and I'll tell him I want it to happen tonight, near the end, when not many people are there."
I was reeling already, but that last phrase set off new alarm bells. "What do you mean, <I>near </I>the end? You mean while there are still people here?"
Z just smiled. "Lots of people knew Pete was fucking Sharon, and that might have contributed to how hot it was for Pete. You don't want me to be at a disadvantage in making him cum, do you? Don't you think some of the people here should know Pete has fucked me? Maybe even see it?"
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I told her no, that I didn't think that was a good idea. That was really too much. But my cock betrayed my real feelings, and Z just smiled, squeezing it a little, and said, "Let me just handle it. It'll be fine. It'll just be one or two people who will know." And then she looked up at me with a look that was half scold and half tease. "And, Larson, I do expect you to take it like a man—you have to let them see it's OK with you, to see you act like you want it, that it's your idea, or it will be worse for you, don't you think? Tell me yes."
I felt myself flushing, but Z tugged gently on my hand and raised her eyebrows, demanding confirmation. "OK," I whispered hoarsely, although I could hardly believe I was saying it. I was scared out of my wits, but so amazed at what Z was saying that I couldn't help myself. And then it hit me that I hadn't brought anything for protection. "Did you bring a condom?" I asked.
She turned slightly toward me again, "No," she answered softly, looking up at me and touching me with the hand that wasn't stroking my cock. "Pete didn't use condoms with Sharon, did he? He needs to feel his cock in me, and I need to feel him squirt inside me, and you do too."
Before I could object, or say anything else at all, the door opened and we were inside in the swirl of the party. It was crowded and loud, with people drinking quite a bit and carrying on as people do at Christmas parties. All evening I had a knot in my stomach, watching, waiting, glancing around continuously at them both, wondering when she was going to do it. I circulated, trying to keep a grip on my feelings as I watched Z make the rounds.
Z is gorgeous, and at 25 at the time, stiffened every guy's cock--5'7", 132, 36B-25-35, with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes; she was the center of attention in her unbelievably sexy dress, her nipples showing through the fabric. She got subtly fondled more than once as she said her hellos and hugged people from my office.
Eventually she found her way over to Pete, who was holding court near the bar, and I watched her chat amiably with him and the others, laughing. I saw him look at her nipples, and run his gaze up and down. And then I saw her touch his elbow and lean in toward his ear. He nodded and a second later the two of them drifted away slightly, toward the back wall next to the bar.
I know exactly when she told him, when she let him know he could fuck her. He looked up at her with a start, and then he glanced around until he found me watching him. He smiled and nodded. They chatted a bit more, he hugged her and gave her a little peck on the cheek, and then they both wandered off. But I knew. I knew Pete would be inside my wife, the second of my wives he would fuck, before the night was out.
It was more than an hour and a half latter when the party was winding down that they connected again, spoke briefly, and then Z walked back over to me. We were both watching as, one after another, people and couples came up to Pete to say thanks, and Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year, and goodnight. Pete smiled over at me and nodded as one of the last couples approached him. And as they walked toward the door, I looked around to see just five of us, Z, Pete, and me, and two other men from the office, John and Tim, both of them unattached—no dates. They both worked directly for Pete, a level above me in the company's hierarchy.
Z looked up at me, and smiled. "Are you ready?" But she didn't wait for an answer, looking directly over at Pete and nodding. He motioned to us almost imperceptibly from across the room where he was talking to John, and nodded back. As we walked over toward him she looked up at me lovingly. "Be a good boy about it. It's time." My heart leapt into my throat, and my cock throbbed.
I was scared shitless and couldn't say a thing, but Z just reached out, patted me on the arm, and said, "It'll be fine. You'll be glad it happened. Be a good boy and it'll be nice for everyone. And remember, if you're a big boy about it, it will be better for you—make it look like your idea and I'll be proud of you. Remember, it's best if you take it like a man." That phrase again. Pretty interesting idea, taking it like a man, considering that she was meant to be taken by another man.
And then we were next to Pete. He reached in behind her, putting his arm around her waist and looked right at me. Z looked up at me and, reaching behind her back with her inside arm, took my wrist and removed my arm from around her. She patted my hand and put it down at my side. Without another word, as if he knew he was entitled, Pete turned her around, put his arms around her, and kissed her on the mouth. Not a Christmas kiss, either—a deep and intimate one. Z opened her mouth to take his tongue and arched her back to lean back a bit for him so he held her weight, her arms falling to her sides in submission.
I stepped around behind them so I could see better. I was hard as a rock even though I had my heart in my throat. I glanced around at John and Tim and saw that they had stopped talking and were staring at Pete and Z. I know I flushed red—they were going to see her submit to him, to let him fuck her—but it was just too erotic to stop, and too hot not to watch. I turned back toward Z and Pete and watched as his hand went to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress.
Pete didn't waste any time. He unzipped Z's dress from the back and stepped back, lifting the straps off her shoulders and holding them suspended for a moment while his fingers grazed her beautiful skin. He looked at me with a small knowing smile and I found myself nodding assent to what he was about to do.
He dropped the straps, Z shrugging them off so that her dress fell away from her shoulders and then dropped over her hips. She was standing there nude except for her panties, stockings, heels, and garter belt, her small breasts exposed for Pete, and for Tim and John to see, her nipples rigid with arousal.
Pete didn't miss a beat. He knelt down and, taking Z's panties at the waistband, drew them down over her bottom and thighs, exposing her pubic mound with its dark downy hair—and I saw, as Pete helped her balance to step out of them by putting his hand on the inside of her thigh, that she had trimmed her mound so that there was just a small oval patch showing—obviously she had been planning this.
I knew it would be seconds now before Pete was inside her, and I felt the burning mixture of terrible shame overwhelming arousal at how much I wanted to see his cock slide up inside her, to see her cum for him while he shot his seed in her. I was aware of John and Tim watching, but was way beyond embarrassment at that now. Z was nude in front of all of them, and they knew what was going to happen now too. It was too late to stop it.
Pete put his hands around her small waist and turned her sideways, walking her backwards toward the couch that separated the living room from the foyer. Z bumped against the back of it and Pete held her as she gently arched her back over it, almost like they had practiced it. She bent her neck and held herself on the seat with her arms spread wide for balance. As Pete lifted and spread her legs Z helped him position her bottom so that he would have access to her opening.
Pete unzipped his pants and asked Z, "Are you ready for it?"
Z nodded and opened her legs even wider, exposing her cunt and bottom for him, the most agonizing and amazing thing I have ever seen, displaying herself for him, showing the gaping pinkness of her cunt, which was wet and splayed open. Pete put two fingers inside her and withdrew them, bringing them to his nose and then licking them. He put his middle finger into her anus and stroked in and out. Z let out a soft moan.
She held herself open that way for agonizing seconds while Pete dropped his pants and underwear and shuffled into position between her legs. She was so wide open we could all see how wet she was, how ready for his thrust, how much she wanted what was going to happen to her.
Pete looked back at me, sort of smiling again, and asked, "Are <I>you </I>ready for it, Larson?" I felt myself burning with two emotions, but I managed a nod. That was enough. Pete said, "I love fucking your wives." And then he looked at Tim and John and winked at them. "Look how wet she is for it, how much she wants it," he said to them, spreading her lips open with his fingers and rubbing his cock up and down on her sopping slit while Z lifted her hips to try to take it inside her, her breathing telling how ready she was.
And that was it. Without another word, without a wasted motion, he aimed the head of his cock into the gaping opening of Z's cunt at a slightly steeper angle and slid it all the way up into her in one stroke, encunting her completely. Z let out a little moan, "Oh, yes. Fuck me." I could see her tilt her hips, pushing back a little to take his thrust, to help him thrust into her all the way. And then they were fucking, Pete alternately pulling back and then slamming his cock into her, Z rocking her hips with each stroke to give him full access to her insides. You could hear the soft shimmering sound of their slickness as Pete drove himself into her, his little grunts as he took over my wife's belly and womb, her moans of acceptance at his invasion of her womb.
Z clearly enjoyed it as much as Pete did—you could hear her soft whimperings as his cock speared in and out of her vagina—and they were for real: Z is not into phony sound effects, ever, and you can tell. I stood there, with Tom and John watching too, fascinated, aroused, throbbing. And humiliated.
It didn't take long for Pete to make my wife's womb his. Soon their rhythm changed imperceptibly, getting faster, the silky shimmering of his strokes into her a little louder. And then Pete gave her several sharp, powerful strokes pulling Z's hips hard up against himself, holding it deep inside her a little longer, almost an imperceptible pause on each deep thrust. Z's moans on each of these hard strokes became more plaintive, longing, wanton. "I'm going to cum," Pete whispered hoarsely.
"Yes! Come inside me," Z answered, and Pete grunted. I knew he was pumping his load into her, each pulse accompanied by another deep hard stroke. Z let loose with a huge moan, "Oh, God, yes, fuck it into me—fuck your sperm in me!" And then she convulsed herself, the two of them lost in an amazing orgasm that lasted for stroke after stroke and he sprayed his semen insider my wife's most intimate cavity.
And then it was done. Pete stepped back, his cock slipping out of her cunt, his semen pouring out in a stream—some of it dripping down her legs, a couple of blobs falling on the rug. Z stood up, Pete's sperm glistening on her thighs, her nipples standing out from her nude breasts. She kissed Pete, taking his tongue again, casually, openly giving herself to him, unashamed of what he had done to her. Proud of it.
"Man, your wife has a great cunt, Larson. She's a great fuck. You never got to see me fuck Sharon, but I have to tell you, Z is better. Way better. I hope you enjoyed watching it."
Z looked up at me and beamed—she had, after all, just been proved right. "You liked it too, didn't you, Larson?" she asked. "Show us how much you liked it." She paused.
I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, but she made it clear immediately. "Take out your cock and masturbate to show us all how much you liked seeing Pete fuck me. I'm going to suck John and Tim while you do it."
Again, a shock went through me, but so did an electric sexual charge. I knew this was Z's way of letting me be in charge, sort of, of making it clear this was my choice. Without an instant's hesitation, Z knelt and unzipped John's pants, reaching inside to take out his cock. She put it up to her lips, flicking her tongue on the tip, licking up the pre-cum glistening on the head, and then sucking it in her mouth all the way. She took John's cock, glistening with her saliva, out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Larson," she said with a little more insistence, "show everyone how much you like having me do this." And then she just waited, smiling at me quietly.
I knew what I had to do, and in any event, I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my pants, and took out my swollen cock. Z nodded and turned back to John, sucking him into her mouth, blowing him with relish and enthusiasm. He closed his eyes moaned as I started to stroke myself, and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to ejaculate. I watched Z while she took one hand to pull his sack down as she worked her wet mouth on his prick, twisting his nuts gently to increase the sensation. And with that John let go, letting out a loud groan as his semen jetted into her mouth. Z didn't stint, keeping his cock in her mouth as his load poured out of it, swallowing it all, slurping and sucking while he rode his orgasm.
And as soon as John was done, Z wiped the small remnant of John's sperm from her mouth and motioned silently to Tim to step into place in front of her, shuffling on her knees a bit toward him to get into position. He dropped his pants as she got into position, and Z took him directly into her mouth, glancing up at me as she did. As I watched her start to suck him, holding his testicles in her hand, squeezing them gently to hurry his ejaculation into her mouth, I couldn't bear it any more and my semen jetted out in a huge orgasm. It arced up and landed on the floor in spurts, big ribbons of cum shooting up and several feet across the room.
"Oh, good boy, Larson" Z said, taking Tim out of her mouth for a second. And then turning to Pete, and John, "See how much he likes it. He just wants us to waste his cum while your sperm all goes inside me." And then she took Tim's cock back in her mouth and in a few seconds Tim groaned and shot his load down Z's throat.
When it was over Pete helped Z put her dress back on, and winked at me as he pocketed her underpants. She turned to him to let him zip her up, a very intimate act, actually, and then she took my arm, and bent over to kiss Tim and then John on the cheek. She turned to give Pete an embrace, which included letting him feel her breast through the black silk of her dress. We all watched as he reached into the top of it to scoop out one tit and fondle it in front of us all, displaying her, clearly comfortable with owning her, before he said goodnight.
As we were walking down the walk he called after us, "Larson, bring Z by the office latter this week, will you?" I looked back and just nodded. We all knew what it meant.
In fact, Pete fucked Z about once a week after that for more than a year. Eventually Pete got himself fired, for sexual harassment, of all things, of another woman in the office. But that year was an excruciating mixture of agony and arousal for me, taking Z to Pete's office or his house and watching him fuck her dozens of times. Knowing John and Tim probably hadn't kept their mouths shut, even if Pete had, I was always thinking that everyone knew Pete fucked my wife nearly as often as I did. I'm sure they did. It was awful. It was also wonderful.
Z, of course, was true to her word—she certainly never even considered leaving me for Pete, something she was quite clear about at all times. "I just want him to fuck me," she would often say, "and it's as much for you as it is for me, isn't it?" something I had to admit was true enough. But she also told me, every time she was with Pete, that as much as she loved me, she knew why Sharon had wanted Pete—she really understood. "I share one thing in common with Sharon," she would tell me often. "Pete fucks me better than you do—I cum harder for him than I ever have for you."
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My wife, Z, has been a shared wife for over twenty years now, and we are completely into the life of letting other men fuck her. In fact, we like to try to push it a little bit more every once in a while, moving further and further toward the extremes of the cuckold relationship we both enjoy. Recently we have moved to another new place, one which is both horribly embarrassing for me and deliciously erotic for both of us.
After Z finished with one of her lovers about a month or so ago and we were alone together with me about to get my favorite--seconds inside her after he had cum in her cunt (he's one of the ones who gets to go in without a condom), she asked me what I'd think if one day she told me this time inside her was my last time without a condom, my last time to cum inside her, that I'd never feel her with my bare cock again.
That made me unbelieveably hot, of course, and I didn't have to tell her so since my cock swelled up even more as I positioned myself between her legs to slide inside her silky cunt, pre-lubricated with Rick's semen. "Would you really to do that to me?" I asked.
I knew the answer, of course, and she confirmed what I both feared and hoped when she answered. "Yes, I think that would be best for both of us." What I found amazing is that, as horrible as the idea was, I not only knew she was going to tell me that was going to happen, but I wanted her to as soon as she said it. "I only want my real men to feel the inside of my vagina with their cocks. I don't think you really deserve to anymore, do you? You let other men fuck your wife, and no real man does that. And I don't think it's right for your semen to be inside me with theirs--I feel bad that your pitiful spunk dilutes their real sperm. Don't you think?"
I was near the edge with all the feelings cuckolds know so well--arousal, humiliation, shame, jealousy, fear, hope, desire--all at once. "Yes," I answered. "When? When is my last time?" I figured I knew the answer to that--that this would be my last time inside Z bareback, and I rubbed the tip of my cock around her sticky-wet labia anticipating the wonderful plunge inside, the one I was nearly certain would be my last. But Z had one more little surprise for me.
"You've already had it--it was last night. You're done," Z answered. "Take your cock away from my vagina and put a condom on before you slide inside." It was all I could do to avoid cumming on the spot, and I started to push inside her, to give her at least one stroke so I could remember my last one. "No!" Z insisted, pulling her hips back so I couldn't drive inside. "That's just for my real men now. Take your cock away and put a condom on it. I don't want to feel it in me again, and I don't want it to squirt inside me."
I was both aghast and aroused, but I did as she commanded. I lifted up and reached in the drawer of the bed stand where we keep the condoms for strangers and tore open a package. I nearly shot off as I rolled it on, but held out and repositioned myself over Z. She took my sheathed cock in her hand and put it at the opening of her vagina. I knew how slippery her labia were, but with the condom on I couldn't feel it directly. "Let's get this over with," Z whispered to me, smiling. "I'm so glad your cock won't ever feel me again. You're lucky I even let you in with a condom. Maybe we shouldn't even do that pretty soon, you think?"
I slid inside and felt the pressure of her vaginal walls, the warmth, but not the slipperiness I loved, but it was enough. I came on the first stroke, and feeling me convulse inside her, Z reached down and took my cock by the base and pulled it out, still throbbing. "There. Isn't that better? Now Rick's semen gets to be in me alone without yours ruining it. Isn't that the way it should be?"
I had to admit it was, that it was better this way. "I guess so," I answered. But I still craved what I already missed, the silky wetness of the inside of her pussy. "I just don't know if I can stand it with a condom on--I already miss feeling you so wet."
"I'm wet for Rick, Larson, not for you. You're not missing anything. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let you go in with a condom, even. All that does is coat the condom with his semen so some of it is wasted when you pull out. Should we make this last time you're inside at all, even with a condom?" I couldn't even speak, didn't know what to say. Z just smiled at me and turned over to go to go to sleep. "Rick felt so good inside me tonight. And he's coming over tomorrow. I'll tell him what we've decided. You can masturbate while he fucks me, OK, honey? I love you. Goodnight."
I haven’t been inside Z since, although I have enjoyed seeing her other men fuck her. I know this isn’t for everyone, but if you like it like we do, this is hugely exciting.
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Z and I had been married for about three years and had sort of stumbled onto the fact that talking about having other men fuck her while we were making love was a big turn-on for both of us. She had done some flashing for strangers at my request from our very first date, and a little more than flashing on a few occasions, letting someone we didn't know touch her tits, even allowing them to put their fingers inside her vagina. And then we found out it was fun to have her flirt with people we knew, brushing her tits against them, letting them see down her blouse or up her dress, even letting them know, by a look, that we knew they had seen them do it, so that they would know she was doing it on purpose.
That had started with her being obviously aroused and us having a great session in bed after we had been out with other couples where there was a little friendly flirting going on. It was always the playful kind of thing you do among friends, not serious, but real. One night while I was fucking her I mentioned that a relatively new friend, Tom, who was a contractor doing some work on an extensive renovation of an old Victorian we had bought, had been coming on to her a little more than usual. She surprised me by saying out loud what I was thinking – "I know. I think he wants to fuck me."
I was instantly hot, and followed up by asking, "Would you want to do it?"
But she wiggled off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering." But she hadn't denied that she would want to.
I was surprised at my own reaction, but I was also nearly ready to explode with the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom, and I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "You do want to do it don't you?"
"Would you want me to?" She was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, and she was suddenly as slippery as I had felt her in a while, obviously liking the fantasy.
"Yes, I'd like you to do it. Would you?"
"I want to," She gasped, and as she said it she came as hard as she ever had, and I was about three strokes behind, pumping a huge load into her. As soon as we had caught our breath and I had rolled off and spooned her, she pulled the plug, "It was just a fantasy, you know."
"You came pretty hard for it, though." She didn't say anything.
And that was it for a couple of weeks, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every time we made love I thought of it but didn't want to bring it up because I didn't know what her reaction would be and didn't want to press her too far, too fast, because I really knew now that I wanted to have her take another man, and to watch it happen.
A couple of weeks later we were again out with our usual group, and I made sure to invite Tom, who was still working on our house. Having seen him look at Z as he went about his contracting duties, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At this outing, once again, Tom's attentions amounted to a little more than the usual casual flirting. And I noticed that Z was allowing a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still relaxed – not explicit enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I noticed the difference – a little more tension, a touch more acceptance, more slightly nervous laughter.
About half way through the evening I caught her looking over at me and then glancing away right after she had been looking at Tom, talking and laughing with him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's hot for sex. A little later Tom asked her to dance – no big thing in this group – and they were gone for three numbers. I caught glimpses of them on the floor, and there was nothing out of the ordinary that was too obvious, but maybe his hands were on her waist a half a second too long and a couple of inches too high, so that his wrists grazed the undersides of her breasts, on some of the turns. I thought he might have brushed her bottom once or twice, too. No big deal; we were all friends. But when she got back to the table I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal: slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her blouse, a little more laughter than usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me.
But that was it. Nothing more happened. We went home and got into bed. It was very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the light, and usually she fades after midnight, so I'm used to having her fall asleep without sex, even after being at a club, if we're out that long, so I just snuggled her. After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk – a shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "Aren't you interested tonight?"
Of course I was, and immediately slid down and separated her legs to lick her opening, her favorite beginning. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery she was as I put my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a little noisier about it. I suspected that her heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the time dancing and flirting with Tom, of course, but instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.
I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open.
"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping hole, which was so wet I could feel her juices running down her inner thighs and into her anus.
"Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in."
"Not yet." I wanted her to ache for it – I had an idea. She tossed her head again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris.
"Oh, God," she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in – she was as hot as I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also knew she was hot because of Tom as much as me. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions.
"You want it in you?" I asked again.
"Yes, put it in," she said, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips, almost imperceptibly, to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle so that instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery parted lips and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready.
"I'll put it in if you'll answer one question for me. And you have to be completely honest. OK?"
"OK. What?" Her question had been a bark; she was writhing under me now, over the edge, not just wanting it, but needing it, and she was impatient to be fucked...
"You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate for an instant we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that – I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the top by now, and I was pretty sure she would answer anything I asked her, and do it truthfully, without thinking, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "You'll tell the truth, no matter what I ask?"
"Yes! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded almost desperate, and her body said that too – she was as hot as I had ever felt her, sopping wet between her legs, out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled.
"You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock over the entrance to her vagina again, holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but this time I let just part of the crown separate her labia and I rocked her a little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, before backing off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her body.
"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
"Ready for your question?"
"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer, it was a plea – she was aching for it now.
"Answer instantly?"
"Yeees."
"You want to be fucked now?"
"Yeees!"
"You want a cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
"You want Tom's cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
A jolt surged through me – I wasn't entirely sure she had heard and understood the question, but if she had I might have what I wanted. I put the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening and started to slide it in, but again tipped it so the stroke was external, sliding along her sopping slit, her clitoris a hard, wet bump. She bucked and writhed in obvious frustration and desire.
"You said you'd put it in." It was an almost desperate complaint, and she rolled her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she could drive up on my shaft herself, but I took my penis in my hand again to guard against her getting it in.
"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want inside you?"
"Yeees." She was breathless.
"You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him?
"Yeees. I can't help it." I could tell she was telling the truth. "I was so hot for it tonight, and I think he wants me."
"Yes, I think so, too. You want to do it?" She was bucking under me so hard now that my penis was sliding along her clitoris every time she lifted her hips, and I was afraid she's cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her vagina, and matched her strokes, pulling back every time she thrust up so that she couldn't get it in, and I held her wrists over her head so she could reach down and do it herself. "I think I want you to fuck Tom if you get this hot for it. Will you?"
"If you want me to." She accepted it so easily.
"I do. Will you do it?"
"Yes, I'll do it." She bucked again.
"When?"
"Whenever you want me to." Gasping now, she continued to grind her hips up, sensing that now that her secret was out she would get what she needed.
And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, desire mixed with relief. I pounded her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened state of arousal.
"I'm going to ask him to fuck you next weekend, and I'm going to watch you do it. You'll be a good slut and spread yourself wide open for him, won't you?"
"Yes!"
"No hesitation – when I tell you to open yourself for it you give him the whole thing instantly, look him in the eye and show him wet pink – no being coy. Take his cock inside your cunt and let him fuck you. Do a good job, be a good slut for him, and for me."
"I will." It was a hoarse whisper. She was bucking and thrusting, thrashing and tossing.
"And you'll cum for him, won't you? A big one, so he knows you want it."
"Yeees!" And with that she heaved her hips up and exploded in a huge orgasm. In reply to her thrust, my cock unloaded inside her with the biggest stream I had ever spent, pulsing over and over as my semen shot into her womb.
When it was over, as I cuddled her, I whispered to her, "I'm going to do it, you know, make you fuck Tom. You want to and we both know it. And I want to see you do it. Are you going to do it when I tell you to?"
"If you want me to."
"I do."
"OK, I will, then. I promise." They were her last words as she fell asleep.
The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday?
"Are you sure you really want this, Larson? It's a nice fantasy, but I'm not sure I would really like it. Or that you would." I found myself really disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her.
"OK," I replied. "We'll see then." I didn't want to press too hard because I didn't want to scare her off, but I really craved the kind of sexual passion she had displayed the previous night and I was determined to see it happen.
I mentioned it only a couple of other times during the week, once very casually while I was fucking her, but was a little worried about pressing it. What I noticed is that her cunt really got wet as soon as I started talking about her having to open her legs for Tom someday, and she came almost instantly when I did. I wondered if she was feeling my dick or thinking about his.
Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Z had made the arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a jazz club with a group we knew, and she had heard me when I had casually invited Tom on Wednesday, when I deliberately got home a little early so he would still be working at the house. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping something would happen – it was a kind of funky blues joint. At least that's what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom that night if I could. I just didn't know how.
On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. "You were sure hot for it last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom."
"It was nice," was all she said. But that was an understatement; we had both had the biggest orgasms of our time together – of our lives – in a hot session after the night out with the group, after her dancing with Tom, after our fantasy about letting Tom fuck her.
She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse, rather than in the blue jeans and shirt we usually wore to these get-togethers with the group. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could just see the outline of her nipples under the silk blouse, and her breasts jiggled just a little. She isn't very big – 34B – but she has nice tits and it was nice to see them move under her blouse. And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose at the top – if she leaned forward you could see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature – it was warm out.
I had also seen her put on her garter belt and stockings instead of panty hose, something she did for me when we were going to have a hot night, and she had put on her loose-fitting red silk tap pants over her garter belt instead of wearing panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure – not slutty, but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me right now, though; she wasn't talking and looked determinedly out the window.
"Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for, I wanted to know if she would do it, or else learn unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight – either way I'd know how to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little flushed? I let it go.
When we got there the usual group had already arrived, and Tom was there. There were eight of them, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled together. The band was just setting up and we sat down to order drinks and dinner. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Z's right. I was on Z's left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with one of the women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. It was the first sign that she might go for it. The band started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the woman on his left. But he would occasionally glance sideways at Z. I wasn't sure Z would do it, but I was certain Tom wanted it. Men know it when another guy is attracted to their wife.
It took a while, but after dinner and a couple of drinks, and a little over an hour and a half, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Z still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. A couple of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Z went with them. Three of the guys went to the bar for another round of drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to check with their baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going to do.
"Do you like Z?" I asked him pointedly.
"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Had he answered a little too fast? Was he a little flustered?
"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for you?" Tom rocked back a little in his chair and looked wary.
"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too deliberate. He wanted her.
"You should see her in bed," I offered.
"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go there!" His laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a tad too nervous. He picked up his beer to take a gulp, but it was empty. He put it down and stared at it.
"Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Z in bed."
"Whoa! Not me. Not something I think about," but he had definitely blanched. And he tried to take another drink from his empty glass. Nervous for sure.
"I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure I'd be happy about it if it were. You telling me you've never thought about fucking Z?" I had said the word. He couldn't misunderstand what we were talking about now.
Tom jolted back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, sure, I guess," he stammered, "Sure, in the theoretical, fantasy kind of way, sure, sure, I guess so. She's a hot lady, anyone would want her. Like her, I mean. No offense, of course, and I'd never hit on her, but, sure, she's a looker, and smart and funny and interesting; I might have daydreamed it, maybe. But I'd never even think about it for real, of course." He paused. "You really are something. Don't hurt a guy." He tried to make it sound funny, like a joke, but it was a nervous joke.
I smiled at him. I didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Z," I said, and laughed.
He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Z." But his was still empty – he had forgotten – and he was flustered again.
"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. I made my decision. "How about I invite you over to our house after this to fuck her?"
He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never do that. No way! Jeez! What would Z say if she heard you say that? No way, man!"
"Z wants to let you fuck her. We talked about it all week." Now it was out; no matter what happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you want to fuck her," I continued. I might as well do it now. "She wants you to fuck her. And I'd like to have you fuck her. She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it. Really. And I want to watch you do it to her."
Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next step. "Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure. No commitments. I don't even know if she'll do it when it's for real instead of a hot fantasy, but it won't hurt you any. If you stay, you might get to fuck Z. I certainly won't mind." And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom.
I passed the three of them, including Z, just as they came out of the ladies' room, and Z looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face; I smiled at her. I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss, just to think. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it so it didn't bind and pinch. Even just handling it made me realize how close to cumming I was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge. I needed to communicate privately with Z, to see if I could push her over the edge to do it. I took out a business card from my wallet – it was all I had to write on – and wrote a note on the back of it: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to do it. He'll stay late with us. Let's make it happen. We both want it."
When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom was still in shock, but had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Z was talking to him – small talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me as I approached the table and then glanced over at Z. It was involuntary – he couldn't help himself. As he realized that he had looked over at her, he blushed and turned away, then looked down, then up at me quickly, then down at his beer. He took a sip, and his hand was shaking. At least he had something in his glass this time. Out of control. I just smiled and nodded at him when he looked up again.
As I sat down next to Z I kissed her on the neck from behind, and after I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers. Gently I pressed the business card with my note on it into her hand and closed her fingers over it. I held it there with the card in it for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can." She looked over at me, not quite knowing whether or not to believe me. I couldn't tell whether she was mad at the thought I might have done it or excited by the hope I had. From the look on her face, probably both. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the other direction. I caught her glancing over at Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. Then down again. But she didn't blush, and she seemed a lot less nervous than Tom did. A few minutes later she excused herself and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to be able to read the note.
Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction, out loud, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red. Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to start up again. "We'll know whether they're really any good – the second set has their original material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to their conversations, but a couple of them glanced at Tom as they did, and he was clearly uncomfortable. The band saved him – they started to play an up-tempo jazz number. Z came back to the table and sat down.
She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this?" She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded and glanced over at Tom. Z turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly and fidgeted in his seat. Z turned back to me, again whispering, "Are you sure you want this?" I looked at her steadily and nodded yes. She didn't say anything. She didn't blink.
Z turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She had seemed to be mad all evening, but as it wore on it appeared that she was having a good time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still with us; he was going to do it. If Z would.
There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Z looked down; Tom looked at Z. I watched Tom.
"I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked.
"Are you sure you want this to happen?" Z asked, turning away from Tom, toward me.
"We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted. "I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off – it's probably not really a good idea," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me. And then to Z, "If you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done."
"Be quiet, Tom," Z ordered, shooting him a look. It sounded like she didn't want to let Tom off the hook. "Larson was telling the truth – I told him I wanted sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that, but I don't want to lose my marriage over it."
"Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck each other." Hearing me say the word, 'fuck' jolted them both. No euphemisms any more, no ambiguity at all about what we all were thinking. "You probably would have anyway, eventually, and now it's certain. You can't both know the other is willing to do it and then not follow through. If you do it behind my back it's bound to be destructive. If you do it this way I'm in on it – it's hot. I want you to do it, and I want to see it."
Z looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. And then Z broke the tension by smiling at Tom. "OK, let's go if you're interested, Tom.' She had made her decision. Tom nodded. We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.
As I was holding the door for Z to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes. Don't be long."
"Oh, I don't think so, Larson. Not if there's a chance Z is going to do this. Keep her warm for me." Tom had made his decision, too.
I closed the door behind Z and walked around to get in the driver's side and started the car. "It's called cuckolding," Z said as the car came to life. I had heard of cuckolding – I had read about it in Chaucer's <i>Canterbury Tales – The Wife of Bath</i> – in college. I remembered it being vaguely exciting even then. Where was she going with this?
"If we do this you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life," Z continued. "Another man will have fucked me, will have fucked your wife. You can never have it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but I won't do this if it bothers you." I heard her, but I wasn't so sure. I was thinking it was too late already.
"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I do. If you do. I don't want to lose my wife over it either. I want it if you want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have."
"You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," she offered. "I'm not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever."
"Well, do you want to do it, Z? You seem to be really hot for him. You admitted you wanted to fuck him. Can you really tell me you won't fuck him anyway, even if I change my mind now?"
Z was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be truthful now. All the posturing was over – neither of us was nervous any more. Aroused, horny, hot, but not nervous. We both knew what we knew. "I can promise you that I wouldn't start it, that I won't try to seduce him. So if he leaves me alone, yes, I can promise that I won't fuck him. But I have to tell you that if he makes a pass at me and asks me to fuck him, I'm pretty sure I would let him; I wouldn't be able to say no."
"Pretty sure?" I asked. I wasn't hedging. I just didn't want her to back down, and I probably wouldn't have believed she could have, but I did want to hear her say it.
"I'm sure, Larson. Even if we back out of it tonight, I'm going to fuck him if he asks me to." There was no hesitation now. "It's just about certain now. You've told him I want to fuck him, and that's true. And he wants to fuck me or he wouldn't have decided to go home with us. So he's going to try now, if not tonight, some other day this week at the house, when we're there alone. And when he does I'm going to let him have me. I want him to fuck me. You've sort of set this up, you know, by making him aware that I was interested. And now I know I want to do it, that I will do it, and I hope you want me to now, because it's going to happen. Your only choices are whether it happens tonight, and whether or not you get to see it."
"I want you to fuck him tonight, Z, in front of me. If I get to watch you do it I'll be part of it. I just hope you can love me while you're fucking him."
Z was silent for a moment. "Yes. I love you, Larson. And I don't love Tom. I won't ever fall in love with him. But I do want to fuck Tom. And tonight I want to fuck him more than I want to fuck you. If we do it tonight you can be there to watch, but you need to know that I'll be thinking of him fucking me, of his cock inside me, and I'll cum for him, too, not for you. I'll still love you afterwards, but when he's inside me I'll be his woman, and my cunt will be his cunt. You won't really be a part of it while he's fucking me, except to watch. And I'm willing to talk to you about it afterwards, to tell you the truth about how it felt, how I felt, and I already know that will hurt you, because I want him inside me so unbelievably much, more than I've ever wanted anything, more than I've ever wanted you inside me. I can't help myself. Will you be OK with seeing that?"
"I think so," I answered. "It's what I hoped to hear; it's what I want."
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first really affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening. "I said I'd do it for you. Now I'm going to do it for Tom. I admit I'm very aroused that Tom wants to fuck me, and that makes me hot, hotter than I've ever been. So I'm going to let you do it. You can stay with us, but please don't interrupt, and no whimpering about it once he's inside me. If you're going to decide you don't want to see it happen, decide it soon, or just leave the room. If you chicken out now, I'm going to tell Tom, in front of you, that he can fuck me later this week at the house when you're not there, so it's done now, OK? You don't have to watch, but you do have to know now that I'm going to do just what we talked about last night, open up for him and be his slut. I'm going to cum for him, not for you. Do you understand? Whenever I do this, and I'm going to do it more than once, I'm his cunt until he's done. Unless he decides he doesn't want to fuck me this is going to happen tonight, and I think I can make him want to do it, don't you?"
I nodded. I was pretty sure there was no stopping it now, not tonight, not ever. I wasn't a cuckold yet, but I knew I would be now, one way or the other, and I felt it between my legs.
When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we all got out and went inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked.
"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it Tom?" Z answered. Tom shook his head. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom." We followed Z as she climbed the staircase. She went into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width apart and faced us as Tom and I came into the room.
"If you want this to happen in front of you, Larson, maybe you better show both me and Tom." I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant, but she glanced down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible thrust forward with her hips.
I figured it out. I went over to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt in both hands. I gazed up at her, looking for confirmation that I had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to say, "Well?" and then she looked at Tom. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in his pants. I stood up and took Z's skirt with me, raising it over her hips in one movement. She took the gathered material from me in her hands and pulled it on top of her hips. Her nostrils flared, and her throat and the part of her chest that were visible reddened. She adjusted her stance slightly to spread her legs apart a few more inches and pushed her hips out in a provocative pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever but must have been only a couple of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it a little through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily on Tom.
"Let him do that if he wants to," she said. I beckoned to Tom and he stepped forward to put his hand on her breasts to fondle them through the soft material. It was electric. This was no accidental brush – I had just watched another man feel my wife's tits. In front of me. At her invitation. My cock was ready to explode.
Now Z turned her head and looked right at me. "If you want to watch this, sit down. " I did. "And Tom, put your fingers up inside me and do this. I'm doing my part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for and it was up to Tom to do the rest. Tom didn't need to be asked again. He squatted down in front of Z and in one motion his hand was up the leg of her loose-fitting tap pants. I could hear the liquid sound as his fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Unnhhhh," she moaned softly. It had started. Z was doing it. Tom was going to do it. My wife was going to let another man fuck her in front of me. I thought again of the word she had used: she was going to make me a cuckold.
Tom fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as they went in and out of her parted labia. Z moved her feet a little further apart and squatted a tiny bit to give him better access. Now she was thrusting her hips forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her. Her head went down on her chest and she let out a low moan, rocking with each gentle movement he made. Tom took his fingers out of her and put them up to his nose, sniffing the scent of her sex into his nostrils, and then to his lips, licking her wetness off his fingers. Z took the opportunity of the interruption of his ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip off her blouse and camisole. She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples erect. Tom looked up at them and that was enough for him to take her red silk tap pants and pull them down over her hips to the floor.
Z stepped out of the lingerie Tom had removed. She was nude now except for her red garter belt and black stocking and heels, hips thrust forward to display to Tom her downy brown pubic hair, the moisture from her pussy dripping down her inner thighs. She was the picture of everyone's favorite kinky pose. Z was always wet when we made love, but she was positively dripping now. She looked over at me, "Is this what you want?" she asked. She didn't see me nod my assent because Tom had stood up and had taken her in his arms and was kissing her.
"It's sure what I want," he said. He looked back at me. "Thanks for letting me fuck your wife." And then to Z, "Be a good girl, Z, and open up. I really want to do this." Z responded by opening her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers, arching her back.
"Me too," she said when he paused for a second, "I want to do it, too," and then opened for his tongue again. Tom fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply, pinching her nipple, and it evoked the response I was used to, the soft moan, the open acceptance. In a minute Tom reached down and unbuckled his pants. Z sensed it and dropped down on one knee, finished the job of undoing his belt, and wasted no time in hauling down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his shoes. His cock sprang out in front at full mast. His cock was about the same size as mine, and he was as hard as I was at that moment. The head of his penis oozed clear, sticky, lubricating precum. She looked up at me from her vantage point down by his penis, and held my gaze as she licked up the sweet discharge on the end of his cock and then closed her eyes and took his whole member in her mouth as far as it would go.
She didn't ask, and there was no teasing, just as she had promised. She was giving him the kind of blowjob she had given me so many times, licking and sucking with abandon, and I could see Tom was ready to go off. Z always swallowed when I came in her mouth, and I was starting to say something to her to warn her that Tom's cock was unsheathed when I remembered her admonition not to interrupt them. But I need not have worried about him cumming in her mouth because she sucked him for only a couple of minutes before it was too much for Tom; he reached down, took her under the arm, raised her to her feet, and maneuvered her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her back. She scooted to the middle and, without any hesitation or prompting, opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the insides of her knees and pulling herself open. Her sex gaped open, pink and sopping wet. It was wetter than I'd ever seen it – with her vaginal secretions dripping onto her inner thighs and into the cleft of her anus. Her labia were completely visible and wide open, and there was an open hole where her labia parted revealing the inside of her vagina. She was so ready for Tom's cock her vagina had dilated wide to accept him and she was completely exposed. She had done just what I had asked, and now my wife was displaying herself for Tom. She was splayed open, ready and willing to be fucked by another man. I didn't know who was more aroused among the three of us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment. Tom's head went between her legs and his tongue lapped at the sweet liquid from inside her cunt. I could hear, rather than see, his tongue licking, probing, tasting her labia, and I saw him move his face down lower and flick her anus.
"Oh, God," Z exhaled. "Do it now, Tom. Come be in me." Tom raised his head up and moved into position between Z's legs. I tapped him on the shoulder without a word to get his attention. Z shot me a look, but I reached into my pocket and took out one of the condoms I had bought earlier that day in case this happened, held it up for her to see, and handed it to Tom, who took it and nodded.
Tom was on his knees between Z's open legs. He rolled the condom onto his engorged cock and Z reached up and took it in both hands. As Tom leaned forward on his elbows to mount her she positioned it at her female opening and rubbed the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the distended hole that was the entrance to her cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom's monstrous engine part her labia.
She froze in position, looking over at me now. "Is this what you want? You want to watch? You're not a cuckold yet, and if you're having second thoughts Tom and I can do this later, or you can go in the other room until we're done so you don't have to see it happen. He's not inside me yet. We don't have to do it in front of you. Tom will understand." She was panting, in the throes of desire. But I knew she loved me because she had taken time out to talk to me, even to think of me, as she was poised on the verge of taking inside her the cock she so obviously wanted so much. She was thinking of me even now – she had said I didn't have to watch while she let Tom slide inside her for the first time. I gazed at her, beautiful and in heat, waiting for another man to plunge inside her, and she looked back, eyes burning with desire for the man who was going to fuck her. I nodded for her to go ahead, but she didn't see it – her eyes had closed as Tom slid the tip of his penis over her clitoris.
Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying to encunt her so it would be done. I wasn't sure if he could stop. Or that he would – he was clearly strong enough to force Z now. And I wasn't sure at all that he would understand if I asked them to stop. What's more, I knew his cock would be inside her soon anyway – Z had admitted as much – if not in the next instant it would be later tonight, while I waited in another room, at best the next day – they both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it was – and they were practically there. My wife was going to fuck another man, was going to take Tom's cock inside her cunt – it was just a matter of whether I was going to be a cuckold now, and get to see it, or later, when I might not, when, having taken them this far and then chickened out, I might mess things up royally. "Hurry," Z said to me, "tell me you want to see him fuck me or leave." Her words were urgent, desperate. I nodded my head to affirm again that I wanted to stay and watch them do it.
"Say it," she insisted. "Do you want him to fuck me in front of you? Do you want to watch while you become a cuckold? Do you want to see Tom inside me? Do you want to watch me to become his slut?"
"Yes. I want that. I want to see him fuck you."
"Well, I want it, too," Z answered, looking at right at me, "but I want it this way," and with that she took Tom's penis in her hand and in one motion she stripped off the condom and tossed it aside. "If we're going to do this he gets me the same way you do, and more besides," Z exclaimed, eyes on me, but blazing with passion for him. And then she turned her face to Tom and opened both her mouth and her legs, positioning the engorged head of his cock at the opening of her cunt. "Fuck me, Tom."
Tom thrust forward and Z slammed her hips upward to accept his whole penis into her vagina in a single stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her soft pink folds and I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her vagina, she moaned as she looked up at Tom and panted, "Cum inside me. Pump your load in me." I was stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond description to see my wife take another man's cock inside her most intimate place. Asking him to cum in her. Without a condom. Without shame. And to ask him to flood her womb with his semen, to make her his. I was a cuckold now, a real one. And I realized I loved it.
Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Z hard, each stroke full length, all the way out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside Z's cunt until I could hear the wet slap of his testicles against her sopping labia. My wife was fucking another man, and from the look and sound of it she was loving it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling as his penis slid in and out of her slippery cleft filling my ears together with Z's moans and Tom's grunts.
"Fuck me in the ass, too," Z gasped, "fuck me in both holes." An electric tingle ran all through me. Z and I had tried anal sex a few times, but it was hard for her, and it hurt if I got more than the tip of my penis inside. She couldn't stand it long enough for me to really do it, and I had never actually been able to get my whole penis all the way inside. I had never really fucked her all the way there. And now she had asked Tom to do to her, in front of me, what she had never been able to let me do. Tom withdrew his cock from deep inside Z's vagina, and she lifter her bottom, putting both hands underneath to raise it up, giving Tom access to her small anus. Tom positioned the bulb of his penis on her purple rosette and rubbed it gently back and forth. Z's anus opened slightly as the tip of Tom's organ probed lightly, and Z whimpered softly as she raised herself a little to apply pressure against it. The head of Tom's penis popped inside Z's anus and spread it open as Z moaned and turned her head. Gently, Tom withdrew again and ran his whole shaft up and down Z's genitals, sliding over her clitoris and her wide-open vagina, rubbing the lubrication from inside her over all her genitals. Z's cunt dripped the clear, viscous wetness of her cunt, that I knew smelled and tasted so good, and it ran down into her crack and into her slightly pouting anus.
Tom moved the end of his prick back again to her ass and he rubbed it back and forth, gently massaging it open, allowing Z's juices to make her opening slippery. "Relax and let it in," he ordered Z.
"Um hum," Z answered, breathing carefully as she let her sphincter go. The tip popped inside her again with a little wet plopping sound, and Z sighed and moaned out loud, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, uhhhh, nnnhhh." Tom left it in her this time, waiting for her to be able to accept his organ, pressing it gently in and then relaxing, time and again, as Z rose up to help and rocked softly when Tom pushed gently in and out a tiny bit at a time. Slowly the wetness from her vagina worked down Tom's shaft to her anus, and his strokes became longer and deeper. Z whinnied a soft, tremulous, undulating whimper, "nnnhhh, nnnhhh," and helped lift herself up to take Tom's strokes. He was sliding more easily into her, further with every thrust. And then Z cried out, "All of it, give me all of it, I want it," and Tom drew back all the way out of her anus and then, in one push that Z answered with her own upthrust, he slid his whole penis into Z's anus and buried his shaft in her rectum.
"Oh, God, yes" Z exclaimed sharply, and bucked up, taking Tom's second stroke deep into her intestines. "God, that feels good!" Z was letting Tom fuck her in the ass, all the way inside, and she was loving it. Tom drew out again and then pushed inside her once more, and Z rose up to reciprocate. His strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Z's dark hole. His penis made a slurping sound as it glided in and out now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum, to the most private part of her body.
"Both holes," Z begged, "fuck me in both holes." Tom's slippery cock backed out of Z's butt hole and she helped him move the tip up to her vagina. His stroke made her gasp as she took it all in, and then when Tom pulled back again Z rotated her hips to take the next thrust in her anus, and Tom drove it to the hilt. Back and forth, on every stroke Tom's cock alternated between her openings, Z timing the tilt of her pelvis with the rhythm of his thrusts and her accepting answer as he skewered her genitals both ways. Back and forth, in and out of first her vagina and then her rectum, Tom ploughed Z open, Z giving herself to him in a way she had never given herself to me.
Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several consecutive long, full turns in Z's rectum and then stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Z. "In my vagina, cum in my vagina," Z urged, and Tom withdrew from her anus and slammed his cock into her cunt repeatedly, relentlessly slapping against Z's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming womanhood, and, as he exploded in the final surge, Z rose up to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his ejaculation into her belly as he shot his hot semen into her vagina, bathing her womb in his sticky cum, making her his woman at the same time that her cunt contracted, her clitoris throbbed, her guts ached from the orgasm that, it was obvious to me, was even better than any she had ever had with me.
They lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "God, what a fuck you are, Z. I can't believe it." His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen – and I was confronted with the unmistakable evidence that another man had seeded my wife's cunt. And as he rolled over I could see Z's still-distended anus gaping open, Tom's semen running into that private hole as well, into a place I had never cum. He followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her ass. "I guess this will be my hole, from now on," he said as Z looked at him and smiled. And then he turned his head toward me and said, "Thanks, man. I loved fucking your wife. You can fuck her too, but how about you shave her cunt for me before tomorrow – I'd like to fuck her again with a bare pussy. And leave her ass for me from now on, OK?"
Z didn't even let me reply. "Larson has never cum in my ass, Tom. And, yes, my anus will be just for you," Z said. "It will be Larson's pleasure to shave my cunt for you, and to reserve my rectum for your use only. Right, Larson? It's what you asked for, isn't it – isn't this what you wanted me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That's Tom's semen dripping out of my pussy. And that's the way we're going to do it, with him in me bareback. I know you don't want him to make me pregnant, so he'll fuck me in the ass on those days. You won't mind. That's already his cum running into my rectum anyway, and I loved it with him. I'm Tom's woman now, his cunt, his cum slut. And you're a cuckold. Tom's going to fuck me more often than you do now; you know that, don't you? Tom's going to fuck me whenever he wants."
I did know, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to fuck me. "Yes. I know." I had given Z up to Tom. I hoped she would still love me, but I wanted her to fuck Tom, to see her in that kind of need, driven by lust. It was better to see her cum like that with someone else inside her than to fuck her myself – she had been so hot she had taken Tom in her asshole without any trouble – she clearly belonged to him. "Fuck her whenever you like, Tom, any way you want. She's yours." It was true. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise.
"Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I've had with Larson, and it was just my first with you inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile. Things had changed. Another man owned my woman sexually now, and I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Z was a slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me.
It's over fifteen years later now and I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it's real and not flirting – and I'm very proud of the fact that she's never coy about it, ever – she goes right to showing, "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it, displaying herself to her dates, her partners, to other men – and there have been plenty of others after Tom over the years. She let's them know that she wants to be owned, used, spanked, fucked, by someone else. And she lets me know. I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open labia, or of that flicker of recognition that lights up his face when he realizes he's going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife. I never fail to be aroused beyond description at the moment another man's cock slides into her vagina or pushes past her anus and into her rectum, and I've seen it now hundreds of times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates her labia or her sphincter and plunges inside, the little gasp that signals she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man's semen run out of her vagina mixed with her wet, silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside her, or of the wet "bllp, plffp, bllpppp, pllpp" sound as his ejaculate gurgles out of her anus, the visible proof that she took his load inside her most secret place, a place I am not allowed to enter. There's nothing like it in the world.
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She stood before him and disrobed as she did every day. She did not hurry but neither was she leisurely about it. As she removed and carefully folded or hung up each piece of clothing, the shell, the armor, the protection that she wore each day to protect her from the world peeled away with it. But instead of feeling vulnerable or afraid, she felt peaceful and relaxed because he was there. She knew, in every possible way and every possible place within her, that he would care for her, protect her, cherish her in every possible way.
When she was naked, she glanced up at him and could not help but smile. He smiled back as she knelt before him. She picked up her collar from the small table next to his chair and held it up to him in both hands, lowering her head. She saw her skin glow in the dim candlelight and let the last strains of the song playing finish before she spoke.
"I offer myself to you willingly and with joy in my heart. I give myself to you completely: body, mind, and soul."
He took the collar from her and fastened it around her neck. She shuddered as she felt the feeling wash over her, every bit as intense as it had been the first time. He leaned down and kissed her on the head.
"Thank you, pet."
He lifted her head with a finger under her chin and kissed her forehead.
"Are you ready, pet?"
"Yes, Master. May I please have my spanking, Master?"
"Yes, pet."
He shifted forward in the chair so that she could lay across his lap. She climbed across and positioned herself comfortably and sighed contentedly as she felt his hand on her bare bottom. He caressed and stroked it slowly for a few seconds before speaking again.
"Why am I spanking you, pet?"
"Because I am yours and you want to, Master. To remind me of my place, Master." She paused ever so slightly and sighed in happiness. "Because I want you to, Master."
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, the slap like a spike driven through the quiet in the room. A small noise escaped her as the blow released what little tensions and inhibitions she had carried here with her.
"One. Thank you, Master."
They continued the ritual. Tonight, he stopped at 27, apparently satisfied with the shade of pink her skin was at that point. She slid down and knelt between his legs, looking up into his eyes. She saw something there tonight, something slightly out of place. Just a little bit of distraction.
"May I pleasure you, Master? May I please suck your cock?"
"Yes, pet. I would like that."
He leaned back and she deftly pulled his cock out and breathed in deeply. Breathing in his scent made her head swim as badly as if it were paint fumes but in a slightly different way. It energized and excited her and her mouth began to water at the thought of having him inside of it. She stroked him slowly as his cock quickly stiffened to its full size in her hand. She started by making long, slow strokes with her tongue across his balls then gently sucking one, then the other, then both, into her mouth, suckling them softly. When he let out a soft moan, she could not help but moan in response. Her greatest joy was his pleasure and she was proud and happy when she could give him so much that it escaped his carefully control.
Slowly, with her tongue curved around the shaft, she began to lick up and down its length, her hand resting at its base to hold it upright. The head glistened in the candlelight as she swirled her tongue around it, stroking it slowly at the same time. She wanted to go slowly, to prolong this part but her throat felt empty and longing so she lowered her mouth quickly, engulfing his cock and shaking her head slightly to work it as deep and far as it would go.
This apparently awakened something in him as he grabbed ahold of her head with both hands and thrust into her, making her gag. His breath became heavy as he roughly moved her head up and down on his cock, forcing her to fuck her face on it. A moment of panic washed into joy as she became his object of animal pleasure. The heavy breathing became a growl as his hips began to rise from the chair with every push of her head downward. She let go of his cock and moved her hands behind her back to allow herself to be more fully nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. Her mind, her heart, her body, every part of her realizing its purpose and deepest desire.
She was so lost in herself that it was almost a shock when the thrusting and shoving stopped suddenly and he muffled his cry, pushing her head down again. Her hands flew up to his thighs to push herself up slightly so she didn't gag but mostly because she wanted to taste him. She wanted every part of him for herself, the rich scent of his body, the firm feel of his muscles, the indescribable taste of his cum. She sucked and licked, savoring it. When his hands fell away, she raised her head and let him see her mouth full. She lifted her tongue slightly causing it to drip from the corner of her lips while he watched. As she flicked her tongue out to catch the drop, he smiled at her. He had said many times that he loved seeing her be the dirty slut they both knew dwelled deep insider her. She swallowed and let out a slight whimper at the joy it gave her to have part of him become part of her.
"That's my wonderful pet. Thank you."
He made to stand up and she shifted back to give him room. He rose and put himself and his clothing back in order and stepped around her into the room. She heard things sliding across the floor and the clink of chains and metal. He said nothing to her, knowing she would remain exactly as she was, kneeling and facing the chair, until he called her. Each noise, every second increased the mystery and anticipation and her excitement too.
"Come here, pet," he said finally.
She turned and crawled to him. He had a large almost circular steel tube that stood vertically with eye bolts at various points. He had her stand inside of it and he put on her ankle cuffs and attached them to the bottom of the frame. She loved the cuffs. They made her feel safe and owned. Between her legs, a few inches out of reach, was mounted a wand style vibrator. This was going to be fun... maybe.
As he put on her wrist cuffs and attached them to the top of the frame, opening her up and exposing her, he slid his fingers gently down the inside of her arm and teased the underside of her breast. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she breathed in deeply.
"Every time", she thought, "every time he touches me."
He reached around from behind her to put on the nipple clamps, the butterfly kind this time, making her gasp and moan. He tied strings to the clamps and looped them over the top bar.
"Squat down and let it touch you, pet."
"Yes, Master."
She did as told and moaned loudly as the vibrations hit her wetness. The moan quickly turned to a cry as he tightened the strings making them pull hard on the clamps.
"Stay there, pet."
"Yes, Master."
The sensations fought in her body. Her pussy throbbed and clenched as she pressed it down on the vibrator. But she could not enjoy it as she wanted because her nipples nearly screamed as if they were about to be torn off.
While she squatted, he tied another set of strings to the clamps and looped them over the bottom bar on the frame.
"Stand up, pet. All the way."
"Yes, Master."
She stood, missing the sensation between her legs but thankful for the relief on her nipples. The relief was short-lived, however, as he tied off the second set of strings pulling down, hard, as she stood fully erect. She whimpered slightly as he stepped away, smiling at her obvious discomfort.
"All right, pet. You'll stay there until you cum for me... twice."
She moaned as she lowered herself slightly, easing the pull on her nipples.
"Yes, Master."
She took a deep breath. She could do this. The first one would be easy. She could do this. As she bent her knees slowly, the clamps started to pull before she even touched the vibrator. Concentrating on her core and tightening up inside, she kept moving downward until... Yes, oh God yes. There it was. Focusing on the throbbing between her legs she ground her hips against the sensation, ignoring the flares of pain in her nipples. In mere seconds she was ready.
"Master, may I please cum for you?"
"Yes, pet, you may."
"Oh, thank you, Master."
She let it go, let it wash through her, let the waves of pleasure flood her every sensation. Her mind went numb as the orgasm pushed the pain of the clamps away. She cried out and willed herself to press down harder to make it last. As the sensations started to wane, the tearing pain jerked her up panting.
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
Too far, the lower strings pulled the clamps down and the pain came back doubled. She quickly bent her knees again but her legs were still wobbly from the orgasm and it was hard to stay up. She felt herself falling and panicked only to feel his arms supporting her.
"I'm here, pet. I've got you."
She let him support her as she caught her breath. How was he there? When had he moved? Her eyes had been closed when she climaxed. He must have moved then. She steadied herself with her knees bent so the clamps weren't being pulled.
"Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, pet."
He flicked one of the clamps and chuckled at her cry as he walked back to his chair.
She calmed her breathing as she held her position, knees and elbows bent. Sweat started to break out over her body from the effort. She knew the second time would take longer, she knew. She'd have to build up to it. Three focused breaths and she lowered herself again.
The pain hit her before the pleasure but she made herself stoop lower. She wished he would switch the vibrator to high and she thought he might if she begged but she was determined to make him proud by doing it without further help. But she couldn't help from crying out as she pressed herself onto it.
She raised up again quickly. Five seconds, she could do five seconds. She lowered herself again. One. Two. Three. Her mind screamed. Four. Five. And up. Deep breaths. Her thighs and calves started to ache but she made herself push down again. Five more seconds. This time she felt the good sensations start to stir.
Three more times she pushed herself down, each time for a second longer. By now, her legs ached so much she had to stand up and the new pull on her nipples made her cry out again.
She saw him stand and walk to her. He touched her face and leaned close, whispering in her ear.
"You're doing so very well, pet. I'm so proud of you."
She smiled through the pain.
"Thank you, Master. Oh, thank you."
As she lowered herself again, he backed up two steps. She looked into his eyes and saw the strength there she needed to continue. When the vibrator touched her, she kept his gaze and pushed her legs together as much as she could. Her breath started to quicken though she wasn't sure if it was from the sensations between her legs or her nipples.
"You can do it, pet. Cum for me."
She swallowed hard and kept herself pressed against the vibrator until she felt the familiar pressure build within her. Her legs, her mind, her breasts, fought her need for release but she would win. She closed her eyes and practiced as he had taught her: focusing and concentrating on the pleasure and pushing away the pain. Thankfully, it hit her suddenly and the words rushed out of her.
"MasterpleasemayIcumforyou."
"Yes, pet. Cum for me now."
Her cry was loud and fierce as the pressure released deep inside her. Then just as suddenly, pain pierced her and her eyes flew open. He had released the clamps and the blood rushed back into her nipples. Her scream changed pitches and then turned into a loud moan of relief as she stood fully. Arms hanging in the cuffs, sweat pouring off of her, she panted and smiled as she looked into his face and saw that he was pleased.
He turned and unfolded the familiar soft blanket and wrapped it around her after he detached her wrists from the frame. She pulled it around her as he did the same with her ankles. Then he picked her up and carried her to his chair, smiling again as she snuggled into him and sighed.
He spoke to her in soft tones of how pleased he was and how well she did and that how lovely she looked when she came for him. She could feel him hardening beneath her and wiggled, just a little, in his lap, hoping that she could inspire him to use her for his pleasure.
"Now, now, pet, do you really think I need encouragement? Are you sure you're ready, pet?"
She looked up at him and kissed him deeply in answer. His mouth responded fiercely and she felt herself roughly pushed from his lap. She landed splayed on the floor as the blanket fell away and exposed her naked body for him. He looked at her, his eyes on fire and a growl coming from his throat as he took out his thick, hard cock and fell upon her.
He entered her in one thrust, shoving her legs apart and making her cry out. He buried his face in her shoulder and bit down on her neck as he pounded into her fast and hard. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and let herself be taken.
His growl became rough grunts as he climaxed inside her filling her with his seed and fulfilling her desire to be his source of pleasure. Here was where she belonged and here was where she dwelt, mind, body, and soul.
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I was living in my parents house one winter because I was in between locked ward confinements, and, though not enough of an outlaw to have an actual price on my head, I was enough of a one to make living outside the family milieu difficult at best. I was in my 20's and had a neuroses now widely known but unrecognized back then by the quacks. I also suffered from a small number of other disorders but nothing really physically disabling, in fact, for a neurotic young man of aesthetic temperament and criminal tendencies my physical health has always been robust.
In the circumstances it was the safest and cheapest place to live. It was a disorderly house. That is to say I was not the only habitant with antisocial tendencies. I was once in the recieving cell down at the local police station awaiting transport to the nuthouse and overheard 3 coppers telling a new chum about us lot. Someone'd left the passthrough slot (belts, shoelaces, wallets & whatnot) open and they were chatting in the next cantora over, bragging to him about the fact they'd once had a situation in which there'd been outstanding arrest warrants against all - of us, individually, mother & father included, and had'nt done a thing about it other than occasionally watch us go about our daily business of dealing drugs, drunk driving, driving sans this and that bit of paperwork, fracas and assault, fraud et alia. This seeming immunity from active interference on the part of authority was more accidental than deliberate and was the result of the facts that we engaged mainly in what were then called 'victimless' crimes, that Dad had both friends and a relative on the force and that our collective misbehaviour was almost entirely individual rather than corporate in nature. Two or three of us might be up to this or that but there was no overall coordination or direction and we did not prey upon the neighbors. And who wants to stick their hand in a hornets nest? Try and serve a warrant or warrants on a bunch of drunk high-on urban miscreants? No fun entirely.
This sort of an upbringing begs the question of which came first, insanity or the Egg, but that is not an issue here. We lived 'way up north. So far so in fact that I was in the habit of casually crossing the border into the next country (Scotland? Canada? New Guinea?) further north just for a vacation or a day out or a quick change of scene. So winters could get very cold and vicious indeed. I spent many a winter's night drinking beer out of the bottle while standing in ankle deep snow in the lee of a boathouse just so's not to be at home. Not enough money to go to the local, drink outside instead. Popular notions to the contrary, living in a disorderly house is not jovial, carefree or relaxing. You have all the stresses you encounter in a normal family, with too much drink and drugs added into the bargain. It'd drive anyone nuts.
It was a real cold winter. I was sitting in the front room reading late one night. Dad was drunk, mother less so and my brothers were out. The back room at the other end of the house was where the TV and all the usual action was. I stayed out of there because of me being a relict of one of mother's previous liasons I was not my fathers favorite child. And that is putting it mildy. We ignored and avoided one another. He was 6 foot tall, fairly overweight and of an uncertain disposition, you never knew what might set him off. And though for the most part he was content with yelling and verbal abuse he was capable of swift and violent action. In fact he once came within a hairsbreadth of killing me outright with a flung ------ but I was already sprinting away from him at an angle when he threw it. Feeling the wind of a heavy object thrown in anger part your hair is a marvelous incentive to spend your evenings elsewhere, like drinking cheap beer out of the bottle in the snow outside the boathouse, or.. New Guinea! Anywhere but home. A word of advice! Never race directly away from an armed opponent, you may be gaining distance but from their perspective you are a stationary target, merely receding!
But home is where the hearth is, even if your anatomy wants to be elsewhere. And especially so in the wintertime when you are stony broke. So I'm sitting on the front room couch late one night reading a book and mother comes into the room. And she was acting very sly and regarding me in a singularly different manner to her usual indifference. I can't remember what she was wearing but being late at night and at home it was'nt very much. She sat down next to me and started making small talk.
A word must be said about my mother, and her relations with me. She was a strikingly beautiful woman who much resembled the actress Vivian Leigh, she was quite aware of the fact, I heard her mention it directly on more than one occasion. Her awareness of it did not make it any less true. She was (both of them were, in fact) a hopeless alcoholic. She kept her slim but very curvaceous figure by eating next to nothing and non stop tobacco usage. I believe she regarded me as a nuisance, mainly, and a convenience at best. The former in that I was a constant burr under her saddle in her then present (marriage) situation, the latter in that I was someone she could drink with whenever she wished, a captive audience as it were, and cadge or smoke pot with as needed. Mother and I drank many a bottle in that house, and smoked yards of reefer.
My brothers thought me her favourite but that was in no way true, they mistook, I think, her casual indifference and lack of real animosity towards me for affection. Which she may have possessed in some degree but not in any appreciable manner. In fact she favoured ---- and ----- out of all of us. I was an embarrassment, a remnant of a former love affair. Primarily we were simply drinking buddies. I loved her as well as I was able, but she did not encourage emotional intimacy.
Which was one of the reasons that that night was so strange. Because she did not call me out into the kitchen and say 'here, make me a drink.. or ask me had I got any pot. I seldom saw her without a drink in hand if she were not working. And this night she had'nt. No drink, no smoke, and she's sitting next to me making small talk, and by next to me I do not mean further along on the couch I mean right next to me, thighs touching, and we were not a family that got cozy with one another. We were a family that punched each other up once in a while, we were violent, not huggies. She put her hand on my knee, the small talk drifted to a halt, and I knew what she was doing, or up to, but was unable to deter her or put off the event. She put her head against my chest, was listening to my heartbeat. My heartbeat was going like a mad thing, it was going at a rate I'd normally associate with violent action, or a trip to the Quacks. Because this was not my idea of a swell good time, this was possible catastrophe, looming up on the horizon in the person of my Mother, with lechery in mind.
Presently she lifted her head and looked me full in the face, then got up and went back into the rear of the house, to bed, without a word. Her look said as plain as could be, 'This one ain't ripe yet' If I pluck it it may fall. Summat like that. And it was true. I felt on the verge of a my-old-cardigan-infraction to say the least. Right at deaths door. And vastly relieved when she took herself off. If I'd had any money on me at all I'd've been out the door in an instant, and stayed away as long as I were able. And it is not like I was a virgin or something. I'd been masturbating since the age of 11 and having actual sex, though not as often as I'd like, since the age of 17 but this was far and away above the call of duty, and, definitely, One Step Beyond!
A week went by and on another night I was sitting in the frontroom trying to read. No money in my pocket, Dad drunk and passed out in the back room with the TV on, a howling blizzard outside and minus 8 or 10 below depending on whether it was centigrade or fahrenheit, and my brothers elsewhere...
And here comes mother again, and this time I noticed what she wore. She had her hair down, long brown hair past her shoulders in the fashion of the times, no makeup to speak of but lipstick, and she was wearing a black nylon empire waisted negligee with ribbon straps. It was just this side of see-through. And her manner was exactly as before. She sat down beside me on the couch and made some small talk, looking closely into my eyes, put her hand on my knee and leaned real close. Well, thinks I, I am damned if I do and (I'll be mortally fucked if found with her in this circumstance anyway!) damned if I don't so I may as well enjoy the ride. Her tits were sticking out like no tomorrow, nipples plainly visible under the black nylon so I took one between my thumb and forefinger and rubbed it up, and she moaned a little, turned her head up, leaned closer into my face, stuck her tongue halfway down my throat and we were off!
And to me this was not making love. To me this was earning my keep in an entirely new and novel way. Because there was no doubt in my mind that I only had two choices; cooperate to the best of my ability or flub it, and life would not be happy after. Mother was not a kind and cheery person, Mother was an extremely active vindictive bitch if you got on her bad side. If I could not come up to scratch I had no doubt I'd soon be out on my ear in bumsville looking for a grated steam vent to spend the rest of the winter squatting over. It was a thing Dad often promised me (and delivered on eventually, too) that I'd have a hard time making a living whilst living in a doorway.
I pushed a strap down and fumbled out a tit, it was lovely, warm and smooth and with a nipple like the tip of my finger. I fondled the other with my other hand. Her hand flew to my belt and started undoing my pants. Soon my cock was out and she was running her hand up and down it. For my part I'd pulled her skirts up past her knees and plunged a finger into her cunt. She was totally juicy. I leaned over and sucked a nipple into my mouth, tweaked it gently between tongue and teeth. She tugged and gestured at me, Get Up! I stood up and she pushed my pants down my legs and off, leaned over and turned out the light.
We were in darkness and grappling about on the floor, rolling around having demented monkey sex. It crossed my mind we might have a tough time explaining all the wet spots on the carpet in the a.m. She sucked my cock as I played with her nipples. We rolled over and into a 69 and I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt. She sucked and I sucked and I think she came 3 or 4 times. For my part she kept me just this side of falling over the edge, changing grips, positions, digits and whatnot as she sensed me get too close to cumming. We fucked in at least 3 to 4 different positions in this way between bouts of stroking and sucking and kissing.
I have to say she was not a coy or cautious lover. There were no protestations or this-is-all-your-fault or fumbling about for condoms. But then she had no need for them in their primary application as she'd had a medical hysterectomy for overuse after her 7th or 8th pregnancy. Between different places, lovers & miscarriages I believe it was 7 or 8 at least but I could be wrong. I always thought it a giggle that my half brothers thought they were Lords of Creation for being who they were, a small elite, when to my uncertain knowledge I reckoned there were at least 8 to 12 of us, offspring of them two, by themselves and other lovers.
We went at it hammer & tongs for at least an hour. The only way we did not do it in that hour was anal, which I've never had a taste for, and apparently her niether because I've no doubt if she had she'd've towed me round and popped my plum up her bunghole toute-de-suite. And she never said a word in this entire time.
At the last when she decided she'd had enough she let me cum, by this time we were in the missionary position or she was astride me, I can't remember which other than it was'nt an exotic position. And she said the strangest thing. If she had said 'I love You' than that would have been That. I'd've been her virtual sex slave for the rest of my life, yea or nay. I would not have been able to help myself. Maybe it was a kindness, mercy, that prompted her to say as she did, for if she'd said I love you it would eventually have pitted me against Dad and that would have been no good for anybody. I dunno though, I don't think my Mother was that smart, though she could be as devious as 3 sicilians over a game of dominoes. I think she was just speaking her mind, and amusing herself, because what she did say made my blood run absolutely cold.
"You know if your Dad or your brothers walked in right now they'd kill us" Yeah Ma (I thought but did not say) I did know that. And it's been in the back of my mind, this vision of blood and flailing boots, all night long. On that happy note, and my cumming, she took herself off. I attempted to sleep but did not make much good of it. I was now an officially certified motherfucker, and I reckoned if Dad ever got wind of it things would not go well for me.
About dawn I started to get all uptight and frightened, because I did not think the coming imposture would work. Pretend you ain't been up all night fucking Mother silly. Look him straight in the eye, lie like a chinese rug, right! I lined up all the potted plants we had in that end of the house into two rows. We had a considerable number, some of which were 4 and 5 feet high. After an hour or two my parents finally got up. And as they came out into the frontroom, I took my place in front of the two lines of potted plants, snapped to attention, saluted, and rapped out "The Prisoners Are All Present And Accounted For Sir!"
Which got their attention all right but also diverted any and all further questions completely into left field. After about two minutes of nonsensical give and take Ma was on the phone to the quacks and I was soon back in the nuthouse. Which was fine by me, I felt safer there.
And I have no doubt in retrospect that he was in on it. A conclusion I came to over the course of many years of thinking about it. Go fuck ---- tonight, it's time to break him in on it (what? Institutionalized villainy? Family Fraud!) Too many of the cousins look alike, too many of us have simultaneous birthdays. -- kids in two families and we only gotta have two birthday parties a year because all the birthdays fall in two one week clusters? Whats that about eh!
A year or two later I'm back on a locked ward getting my head plumbed for about the 12 or 13th time and there's a new intern. I thought of these psychiatric interludes as vacations primarily, and did not really give much thought to the therapeutic end of things, afterall, it was not my job, I was, and was being ~ Patient. And we're sitting around a table in the dayroom and he say's to me, what about you? What are you in here for? And I thought about it. Because the main thing they still had'nt come up with an answer for, an agreed on diagnosis, and some of the minor stuff I was'nt telling (why make things worse? To be young, paranoid and of a violent background was not a prescription for early release!) and I thought what the hey, I can tell 'im this. And I replied "My mother raped me" which was true enough as far as I'm concerned, then and now, and anybody says you can't get it up when you're terrified has never been compelled to put it to the test by threat or violence.
And he thought about that a moment or two and then asked me with a bit of a leer "Was she any good?" Which broke the ice entirely, I damn near laughed out loud "I'll Say! Best I ever had!" and there was some truth in that because, with incest, as Woody Allen said of masturbation "at least you're doing it with someone you (presumably) love". It is an extraordinarily intense experience because you know the other person so intimately before you ever exchange anything so intimate as a kiss. But personally, if I'd've had a choice in the matter, I'd've passed. Like going over Niagara Falls in a bucket, another too intense entirely experience I can completely do without. From that point in time, that discussion in the dayroom I started to get better. I dunno why, it just sort of put it all into perspective, to girls it happens all the time, I was just the odd unlucky male victim.
And I cannot see any good in it. All these tales of dewy eyed parental and sibling happy lust strike me as so much eyewash and bullshit. Wishful thinking. Never been there. My parents have been gone 10 and 15 yr's now, respectively, they both died much earlier than they had to, but they'd been on one long uninterrupted binge since 1970 anyway so it did'nt come as any sort of surprise really, except, perhaps, to them. I do not miss them. I seldom think of them. I do not regard their memory with wry affection. When I do think about them at all I just get angry, it pisses me off, I want to dig them up and kick them to death all over again, if it were possible. They fucked me up, bigtime, and the one off sexual adventure just put a cap on it.
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Gaphar married his wife last Tuesday. Her name is Zubeda. In a war torn country like Afghanistan such occasions are few and far between. The arid region of the Pashtun desert is a hostile region to survive in.
Zubeda was seven and Gaphar thirteen when they were betrothed by their parents during peaceful times when custom demanded it and when war had not yet touched the beautifully picturesque mountain landscape of their home.
The war had been postponing their nuptials for the past few years so that by the time Zubeda came to Gaphar's house she was already twenty-one. She was by common standards beautiful. Long brown hair and hazel eyes. While the war lent her kohl laden eyes a haunted look, the malnutrition kept her body nubile and childlike. The first night that Gaphar took her, her breasts felt taught and her nipples felt hard beneath his rough, callous hands. Gaphar had tasted many women before her nubile wife, but somehow he could fuck her like no other woman. She was his and he could do as he pleased with her.
Gaphar had never met Zubeda in secret or otherwise as war had lifted and dumped their families in different corners of the world. While Gaphar and his family had fled to Pakistan, Zubeda and her family had taken refuge high up in the Hindu- Kush mountains.
Gaphar being twenty-seven had long forgotten his child bride and moved onto better frontiers. If war had taught him one thing, it was to live life to the fullest. He led an amorous life. His conquests usually comprised of tasteful, married women. His arresting blond hair and blue eyes set him apart from the crowd and women swooned at his sexual charms and prowess. He had no intention of getting married and so he had not even thought of Zubeda until one day his father had called him home early from work. He told him about Zubeda and that her father had contacted him and beseeched them to fulfill their promise. It was with great difficulty that Zubeda's father had protected the girl from insurgents, Talibans and the Americans, but lately it had become exceedingly clear that his efforts would soon come to naught if Gaphar's father did not honor his promise.
Gaphar smiled now lying next to his sleeping wife. He had felt cornered and angry for being forced into a marriage that he had no interest in. To be married to a girl instead of a woman. He had no interest in someone who knew nothing about anything, leave alone sex. He was infuriated to be saddled with a hill-billy. He still harbored all these feelings but he also realized being married to Zubeda worked in his favor. He could still continue with his escapades outside the house undetected since his wife was a shy little, dutiful wife who would never question him on anything. She was so beholden to him and his family, that she was ready to do anything for Gaphar.
Gaphar wondered how she could love him so, even when she knew so little of him. The thought made him smile again. He on the other hand was in love with a married woman. He remembered Noor and her succulent voluptuous curves and his mouth watered. He remembered her seductive smile, her dark kohl eyes and long black hair, her warm cleavage with the scent of itr and his cock stirred.
Gaphar slid his hand into his shalwar and slowly began to rub his cock to flashes of Noor's naked body. She did say she did not lay with her husband anymore. A pang of jealously twisted his heart and his grip tightened around his turgid cock.
He looked at his wife. For an instance he wondered whether he should wake her. Maybe since he had just a while ago taken her virginity and fucked her hard, he should give her pussy a little rest. Another thought of Noor lying with her husband and Gaphar pulled his wife to him forcing his engorged cock inside her tight cunt.
Zubeda woke with a start. The pain was excruciating. Her eyes opened to Gaphar's blue eyes and her expression mellowed. Her husband needed her. God only knew how long he had harbored his urges until they had finally been married. Zubeda felt her arms go around him. She moaned a mixture of pain and pleasure into his ear. He had a healthy sexual appetite. She remembered his engorged cock and wondered how on earth she had received it inside her. She considered herself lucky. Her husband had taken her virginity, unlike some girls in her own country who had fallen prey to soldiers or the Taliban. She did not know who was worse. But Abu Jaan had protected her from all of them and now she was with Gaphar- Gaphar, whom she had dreamt about day and night since the time she had been betrothed to him. Her mother had kept the memory of the blue eyed boy alive for Zubeda all these years by constantly reminding her of him. She was thankful to both her parents and also to Gaphar and his family.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, her limbs melting into her husbands limbs. She held him hard.
"Ahhhhhh," she murmured against his hard chest. She felt his hard cock pressing against her cervix and her womb fluttered.
Gaphar bit into her neck and sucked hard on her soft nubile flesh. He pushed his cock harder inside her thinking of Noor. His teeth gritted. He pushed his cock harder inside her in anger closer to a frustrating orgasm. Then his penis began to jerk inside his wife for a second time that night.
"Nooooooooooor," he groaned biting harder into Zubeda's soft skin.
When her husband rolled off Zubeda, she stirred to her senses. 'Noor.' He had called her Noor. She did not know what to make of it. But she began to rationalize at once. He was twenty-seven. Did she expect him to be a virgin? No, she didn't. It was a wonder that he was still unmarried. She had often times overheard her worried parents discuss this when they thought she had been asleep.
No matter who Noor was, Zubeda decided she would give her husband so much love, that he would soon forget Noor forever. She knew she could do it. The love she felt for him would give her the strength she needed to make him hers.
Zubeda waited for him to sleep, then lifted herself lightly on her elbow. In the dim light of the moon, Zubeda traced the outline of her husband's face. Her fingers trembled with the love she felt for him. She lightly pushed away hair from his forehead and kissed him gently. She smiled thinking of the day's events.
Zubeda had bidden her parents a teary good bye as the evening had come to a close. They would be entering Afghanistan illegally again in the dead of the night. They gave their blessings to their only daughter while her mother gave her sincere advise. "
"Do everything your husband asks you to. He is a kind and honorable man. Give him sons and take care of him." Then she had hugged Zubeda and left with her husband.
Gaphar's married sister, had later that night, pushed them into their room, amidst lurid remarks that had left Zubeda a blushing bride.
Zubeda wiped the sweat from her husband's brow, picked a hand fan from the bed side table and began to fan him. He could trace the smile lines at the corners of his mouth.
Gaphar had brought and sat her down on their bed.
He had handed her a glass of water. "Are you alright?" He had asked huskily.
Zubeda had nodded in answer, still stifling sobs. She had never been apart from her parents before.
"You are very beautiful Zubeda." Gaffar lifted her veil and blue eyes met hazel for the first time. Zubeda looked away instantly, her heart fluttering inside her chest.
She licked her lips and swallowed hard unable to breathe evenly again.
Gaphar had done this many times before. He knew he was exceptionally advanced for impressionable girls like his nubile wife. He found them the least difficult of his conquests. He thought of Noor and smiled of how jealous she would be tonight. Specially now that he had informed her the exact hour of his wedding night. Why should only he burn with jealousy? It was her turn now.
He felt Zubeda's cheek with the back of his hand. The soft skin sending torrents of liquid fire through his veins. A true Pashtun wife, he thought. He let his hand trail down to one of her breasts and felt her jerk with shock when he felt a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Did that hurt?" He asked above a whisper, knowing all too well what he was doing to her senses.
Zubeda shook her head and bit into her lip. Her cheeks turning rose red.
He traced her navel over her embroidered shirt. He could go all the way down, but he didn't. He wasn't aroused enough yet. Besides he wanted his wife to know how lucky she had been.
He tilted her chin a little.
Zubeda found him eyeing her lips. She turned her gaze down shyly.
Gaphar inched closer to her lips, his eyes making minute notes of her reactions. She had started to breathe heavily. He moved away from her lips, teasing her. A shadow of a smile played across his lips. He tilted her chin again. She had started to tremble. He pulled himself closer to her again and tentatively flicked her lips with the tip of his tongue. He heard her moan and he moved away again.
Zubeda looked up at once. Her eyes tormented. She did not understand this. She knew nothing of it. Was this how it was done? Her mother had only given her a cursory detail of what her first night would be like. She knew it would have some pain, but mother said nothing about it being tormenting.
She heard Gaphar chuckle and she felt her insides melt with the love she felt for him. She was mesmerized. He was a demi- god, handsome beyond words. She knew he would have her life in the palm of his hand from this day forwards. Somehow she knew what was going to happen tonight between them would tie her soul to his for all eternity.
"Maybe you're tired," Gaphar raised himself from the bed beginning to remove his clothing. "I think I'm tired myself. Lets go to sleep," he said casually and went into the adjoining room.
Zubeda felt tears prickle her eyes. She wondered whether she had offended him somehow. She batted the tears away trying hard not to cry. She was still sitting when Gaphar came out.
"What? Aren't you going to change?" He asked walking up to her.
Zubeda nodded, lifting herself lightly from the bed to walk to one of her suitcases, to get her nightclothes out. She realized she had begun to tremble. Her fingers had turned cold with the numbness she felt inside her heart.
"Do you need help with that?" He asked finding her struggling with the suitcase.
"Yes," she said in a whisper.
He sauntered to where she was and lifted her suitcase in one sweep then brought it to the bed.
"Here."
When she looked up to thank him. He had been smiling.
She looked away. She took out a night dress and snapped her briefcase shut.
"Do you need help with those?" He asked teasingly again.
She shook her head unable to comprehend what he was trying to do to her.
Then she felt his hand close around hers. He sat on the bed and brought her to stand between his legs.
"I just remembered. Isn't it customary for the husband to remove his wife's wedding dress Zubeda."
Zubeda felt something stir in the pit of her stomach, when he said her name.
Instead of lifting her shirt up over her shoulders, he slowly began to unbutton her shirt, then pushed it down around her waist. He unhooked her bra and felt her breasts in his palms.
Zubeda bit into her lip and felt her hand move to his shoulders for support to keep herself from falling.
She moaned again.
"You know what I want to do to you Zubeda? I want to force you onto my phallus and take your virginity Zubeda. Will you like that?"
Zubeda collapsed into his arms, her lungs fighting to keep up with the rhythm of her heart. She dragged her breath through swollen lungs softly moaning against his hard chest.
He let her lie there, breathing unevenly against him, pleased with the outcome. She was putty between his fingers. She felt so soft against him, that it began to stir his cock from its stupor- soft and trembling and his. Yes, she belonged to him. He could do as he pleased with her.
He lifted her into his arms then pushed her beneath him on his bed. He removed every last bit of clothing from her body until she lay naked before him in only her wedding jewelry.
He parted her legs and felt her tremble violently. She was already wet. He checked her hymen. She was indeed a virgin like her father had promised. It had been a while since he had tasted a virgin. He went between her legs and felt her jerk her legs shut. He pushed her thighs apart again sucking on her clit. She convulsed again moaning.
"Gaphaaaaaar. What are you doing?"
She only heard him chuckle between her legs before she nearly fainted with the explosion of sensations her husband awoke in her. Not in her wildest of dreams had she ever comprehended sex to be like this between a man and a woman.
She felt his lips close hard down there and he sucked. Zubeda felt her breath hitch between life and death in her lungs with the assault.
She bit hard into her lip, lifting her hips to somehow accommodate the explosion inside her. "Ummmmh Gaphaaaar," she whimpered when she couldn't help it.
"Pleaaaaase."
"Shhh," he hissed. Then his mouth descended on her lips.
Gaphar devoured her sweet lips just the way he had devoured the sweetness between her legs. He held her head against his lips, kissing urgently, his tongue exposing her mouth and marking her as his own. His other hand was beneath her narrow girly hips, so unlike Noor's. He was able to lift Zubeda with just one hand. He pushed himself harder against her mound.
Zubeda trembled with this sensual onslaught on her senses. She felt his cock pulsate between her legs. Her heart thudded against her chest. She wanted him.
"Open your legs," he implored and Zubeda complied.
He began to rub the head of his cock on her wetness along the length of her slit. She was wet, but he knew she would still find it difficult taking him inside her. She seemed completely untouched down there. He was sure no one had even fingered her. But he was too aroused to finger her now. He wanted her.
He pushed a little of his head inside her and heard her cry in pain.
"You're okay Zubeda, don't you trust me?"
"Yes." He heard her voice for the first time and it sounded like the tinkling of bells.
"You want me?" He asked huskily wanting to hear more of her sweet, innocent voice.
She nodded shyly, hiding her face in his chest.
"Don't nod like a mountain goat. Answer me?" He commanded in a whisper.
"Yes," she whispered back shyly.
"Maybe you don't. Make up your mind first. We can do it some other time?"
"No," she answered at once.
He chuckled. "So you want me?" His blue eyes teased.
She nodded. Then remembered at once. " Yes, I want you," she chimed, then hid her face against his chest again.
"I want you too." He felt surprised at the response her body evoked in him. He felt a little guilty. Noor was the love of his life and yet...
He shook his head and brought himself to the present. Noor had her husband and now he had his wife.
He pushed the head of his cock against her hymen watching every expression that passed through her angelic features. Pain, lust, pleasure, wonder.
He pushed again and felt her hymen break. Then he slipped easily inside her until he felt her cervix. She was tight. Tighter than Noor could ever be. Poor was a mother of two and her cunt could never be as tight as Zubeda's.
"Ahhh," he moaned feeling Zubeda's pussy milk his cock like an infant. He pushed himself deeper still inside her tight pussy, his fingers digging into her tight little ass as he pushed himself harder into her.
He heard her moan and his lips found hers again. He didn't want her to wake the household. The walls were paper thin. He kept his mouth on hers while he ravaged her cunt.
Zubeda felt her pussy clench around his hard cock. She had never felt anything like this in her entire life and she cursed the war for keeping her away from him. She felt a knot rise in the pit of her stomach and she began to convulse and shake and moan into his mouth. Then for a while she lay floating on a cloud. When she descended he was sucking hard on her nipple and she felt her pussy twitch in response. He suckled like an infant on her mother's breasts and Zubeda felt shy. She pulled her hand to cover her spreading smile. She felt embarrassed feeding her husband on her breast like a baby.
He was flicking his tongue on her nipple exactly the way he did between her legs before he began to suck again. She felt wetness ooze between her legs at this thought.
Gaphar compared her breasts to those of Noor. Noor's were like the forbidden fruit that would never fit entirely in his mouth. He could devour Zubeda's completely in one mouthful. He felt like an infant at Noor's breast, while he felt like a husband at Zubeda's and yet ... He would give anything right now to have Noor beneath him.
He began to push hard inside Zubeda a million miles away from his orgasm. The least he could do when he was away from Noor at night was fuck his wife hard, orgasm and for a while forget about Noor fucking her husband in another corner of the same city. He knew she said she didn't, but he had seen her body give tell tale signs of the ravage with his own eyes. A sudden pang of jealously made him fuck Zubeda even harder.
Zubeda bit into her lip. She didn't want her husband to know how much he was hurting her. He was probably enjoying himself and she didn't want to get in the way of his enjoyment. She remembered what her mother had said. Do everything that your husband asks of you. She smiled and put her arms around Gaphar.
Gaphar pushed her hands away.
"Turn around Zubeda. Sit on your haunches like a dog." He contorted her body to his requirements and Zubeda complied meekly.
"Push your head into the pillows. I don't want anyone to hear you moaning."
Zubeda nodded before she felt him ram into her pussy again. She bit into her lip again.
Gaphar twisted her hair around his fist to hold his wife in place pumping hard into her virgin cunt. His balls slapped against her tight ass and made lurid sounds. He heard Zubeda whimper into the pillow and knew soon he would have to move into a house of their own.
He grabbed hold of her breast and pinched and kneaded it and heard her begin to shake and convulse against his cock. She had had her second orgasm while he was no where near one. She cursed Noor in his head for spoiling him for every other women, even his own wife.
In anger he fucked Zubeda even harder until she collapsed beneath him. He pulled her to lie on her back kissing her hard, biting into her lips and nipple to wake her from her stupor. He desperately needed to come.
"Zubeda?" He commanded her awake and she opened her drugged, hazel eyes. Her lips melted beneath his. How could she still look at him like this, he wondered? He knew he was hurting her.
"I'm sorry, I'm hurting you?" It was a question not a statement.
She shook her head. "No, you aren't," she whispered sleepily and closed her eyes.
"I need to cum Zubeda. Do you understand that?" He groaned with his own endeavors.
Zubeda understood what he meant. She nodded. He needed to float on the cloud, like she was. She smiled.
"Tell me what to do?" she asked, her voice fruity.
'Fuck another man.' For a moment Gaphar went numb. Is this what he wanted? Could he see someone fucking his own wife? But then he did not love her. He loved Noor. And wasn't someone fucking Noor this very moment. And wasn't he still in love with her even then. Then why couldn't he watch someone fuck his wife without guilt. The moment that thought sprang into his head Gaphar blew a load into his unexpecting wife's cunt.
Zubeda felt warmth seep deep inside her. She felt her husband convulse and shake and then she knew he was floating on a cloud too. She hugged him in her embrace placing a light kiss on his cheek.
Gaphar blanked out collapsing against his wife like so many times he had against Noor. "Noor," he whispered but he was too spent to make it audible.
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"Taslim Abu Jaan," Zubeda greeted her father- in- law when he walked into the kitchen. She had been married only a month now, but already she had fallen into the pattern of life here at her husband's house. Abu Jaan and Ammi treated her like their own daughter. It was very rarely that Zubeda missed her own parents in sorrow.
Zubeda's in-laws felt lucky to have her for a daughter-in- law. They had seen many households in the neighborhood fall prey to modern brides. Not only was Zubeda dutiful, she was also respectful and caring. Within a few days she had learnt how Abu Jaan liked his tea. Ammi Jaan had found in her a successor she could divulge all her cooking secrets in, all the family traditions and recipes. Zubeda listened with rapt attention as Ammi Jaan shared family recipes. On a few occasions she had even repeated them verbatim for Ammi Jaan. But what Ammi Jaan loved the most about her was the way she loved her son. Ammi Jaan saw her watch the gates longingly several times a day waiting for Gaphar's return, even when she knew he would return late. But the moment he did she had seen Zubeda blossom. She floated like a swan in her sharara to greet her husband in exuberant silence. She unburdened him of whatever he was holding, then helped him wash up before dinner. Not a single day in the week had she eaten without her husband. No matter how late he arrived she would wait on him and only eat in his company. Ammi Jaan new her son's wayward ways and so on several occasions she had told Zubeda to eat dinner with them, but she had refused to budge. Ammi Jaan only wished now that her son would change if not for them then for Zubeda.
"Gaphar." Ammi jaan called out to her son one morning when Zubeda was inside packing lunch for him.
"Yes, Ammi," Gaphar replied too absorbed in his thoughts.
"You will come home early from today onwards. Your bride waits on you each night and yet week after week you keep her waiting."
"I work Ammi Jaan. I don't sit on my haunches in the city square whiling my time." He answered curtly.
"I know exactly where you work and on whom," Ammi Jaan spat cursing the day Noor ever came into her son's life. She had heard rumors and then one day she had seen with her own eyes, her son going into Noor's house when Jamin mian had just left for work.
"You will come home early from today onwards and that is not a request Gaphar," Ammi Jaan hissed her contempt of his life choices.
Gaphar did not respond but from that day forwards he began to return home early. What Ammi Jaan did not realize was how Gaphar planned on exacting that price from his wife.
As for Noor, he now met her during the afternoon instead of evening. Noor agreed to everything he asked of her these days. She was a jealous minx. And ever since she had seen Zubeda she had all but accepted all that Gaphar had asked of her.
"You are mine Gaphar, mine, and you will always be mine." Noor pinned Gaphar with her sultry dark gaze. Her eyes were lustful. Then she had let Gaphar fuck her bare back. Gaphar could not believe his luck. She had never let her do that before. No matter how many times he had implored, she had never relented, not once, up until now. Guess it did not matter now that if she conceived, the child might resemble the blue eyed blond handyman that Jamin had hired for his house, instead of his own dark haired, dark eyed self.
Zubeda was busy preparing biryani just the way her Abu Jaan liked and exactly the way Ammi Jaan had taught her. Gaphar was bringing his childhood friend Khalil home today. Khalil was almost Zubeda's age. She had heard from Ammi Jaan how Gaphar had spent a better part of the previous year looking all over the refugee camps for him. A year ago Kahlil had escaped Afghanistan himself. But he had lost both his parents and his siblings to Talibans. Gaphar had been looking for him ever since he had heard of him from a few acquaintances. Finally he had found Khalil at one of the refugee camps and he was bringing him home. Zubeda smiled at how her husband's eyes had somehow brightened when he talked of Khalil. Zubeda wanted to one day see his eyes brighten for her the same way. All she prayed for these days was to see love spring in her husband's eyes for her. And so she did everything in her power to please Gaphar.
"You really like Khalil," she had said while Gaphar had been slowly riding her the previous night.
"Hmmm," he groaned. She did not know whether he had come or whether he had accepted.
She wrapped her legs around her husband just the way he had taught her and immediately felt his cock harden more inside her. The turgid cock brought a little pain to her soar pussy. Not a single day had gone by since her marriage that her husband had not fucked her. Zubeda smiled. Not even when she had had her period. When one night Zubeda had shyly tried to avoid her husband's advances, he had asked her what the matter was. She had in not so many words explained to him that she had been bleeding. Gaphar had laughed aloud before asking her to open her legs and let him see. He had then forced his hard on into her bleeding cunt in pleasure.
"Am I hurting you Zubeda? Do you cramp?" He had asked lustfully.
Zubeda bit into her lip. She was surprised that the cramps she had been feeling instantly faded at the thought of giving her husband carnal pleasure and in its place she felt a strange orgasmic clenching in her pussy. She moaned, her lips parting sexily.
Gaphar bit into his wife's open mouth. He had come to realize that it gave him unearthly pleasure to see his nubile wife in the throes of passion, to know it was he in this entire world who had given her this pleasure, this knowledge.
Zubeda had learnt within a month that it gave her husband pleasure when with each of her husband's downward thrusts she gave back an answering upward thrust. She lifted her hips up and heard him moan deep inside his throat. He also liked it when she sucked on his lobe, while he was close to an orgasm. He also liked it when she bit hard into his flesh when she orgasmed. His whole chest was covered in love bites and he seemed to flaunt them with some inherent pleasure.
"Please wear your shirt, Gaphar." Zubeda beseeched but her husband shamelessly went about flaunting her bites like wounds in a battle.
"Please Gaphar, what would Abu Jaan think? What would Ammi Jaan think?" Zubeda's cheeks turned a deep red.
"They will know I am treating you well." He said hypnotically and went about his morning errands, without missing a beat.
She was thankful that at least at night her in-laws could not hear them moan and babble. Gaphar had rented the adjoining two room set and at night after dinner it was there that they went to sleep. What she did not know was that this house was directly opposite to Noor's. And that when under the pretext of letting the cool summer breeze flow in on hot, humid nights, it was in fact Gaphar's intention to let jealous Noor get an eyeful of their carnal pleasures. It made his afternoons with Noor more colorful and intense. Zubeda could never tell that every night when Gaphar came to bed his chest displayed an additional set of teethmarks.
Noor had become exceedingly exhausting. Her sexual desires never seemed to be satiated these days. Even though Gaphar knew Jamin Khan took his wife almost every night, it exceedingly became clear that he was failing to satisfy his wife. Age was not on Jamin's side, Gaphar thought to himself and soon he would have Noor all to himself.
Zubeda sat waiting for her husband in the main house slowly massaging Ammi Jaan's swollen legs. Ammi Jaan had a severe case of arthritis and her joints pained. So every night when they had finished their daily chores Zubeda sat next to her Ammi chit- chatting and rubbing oils to ease her mother-in-laws aches and pains. Her glance kept drifting to the the gate every second waiting for Gaphar. Sometimes her pussy clenched and her breath hitched in her throat as she remembered details from her previous nights interludes with her husband. Sometimes her heart felt heavy. She still couldn't see the love she wanted to in her husband's eyes. She ached for it. But she knew she hadn't once seen it yet in her husband's eyes. The way Abu Jaan looked at Ammi back home in Afghanistan. Then she would remember her mother's last advise. Do as your husband asks you to and she would be filled with optimism. It would take time but soon she was positive her husband would fall in love with her.
She stood at once when she heart Gaphar outside the gate and quickly ran inside to get glasses of water. When she came out again Gaphar and Khalil were seated next to mother.
"Taslim," Zubeda wished the guest and offered cool refreshing water from an earthen pot to her husband and him.
"Khalil this is Zubeda." Gaphar announced proudly.
Zubeda was too shy to look up at Khalil. But she heard him mumble a greeting in Pashtun. Her eyes went back to her husband and she saw something she had never seen in them before.
"Would you like to take a bath before dinner?" she asked in her sweet sing song voice.
Gaphar nodded. So Zubeda hurried inside again to keep his fresh clothes ready. She turned around to call Gaphar and instead bumped into him.
He wrapped his strong arms around her pushing his hard on into her mound gazing teasingly at her. Zubeda tried to hide her face against his shirt but he would not allow it.
"Gaphar please," she implored.
"Please what Zubeda?"
"You know what."
"How would I know if you wouldn't say. I'm no seer nor am I a Sufi saint. I am but a handyman and so I use my hands." He slid his hand inside her sharara and pushed a finger inside her pussy. Zubeda sucked in, her fists clenching in his shirt.
"How long have you wanted me? You're wet." He whispered kissing her ear. But just as quickly he had held her just as quickly he left her to take a bath.
His moods changed like quicksilver. Zubeda sat on the bed before her legs could carry her weight again.
Dinner was served outside under the open sky. Summers had started in full swing and at night it was pleasurable to sit outside in the cool breeze. Zubeda sat next to her husband while they all sat around the communal serving to eat.
"Khalil, I was really sorry to hear about your parents and your siblings. May Allah give them peace. But you are not alone my son. Consider us your own family." Abu Jaan laid an understanding hand on Khalil's shoulder and Zubeda looked at him for the first time. He was fair of skin, with a straight pointed Pashtun nose. He had thick brows over deep set, heavy lidded eyes. He had a thick thatch of brown hair with streaks of blond in them. He was young, younger than Gaphar. Zubeda felt sad for Khalil. He looked like a man who had lost everything in this world. Zubeda swallowed hard choking on unshed tears. Her own traumatic life up in the Hindu-Kush mountains floating before her eyes like an ever present reminder. Suddenly she felt a pang for her own parents. If Khalil had lost his, what were the chances that she may hers. The thought disoriented her completely.
"Zubeda, Zubeda," her husband shook her.
"Yes, I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"Nothing." Gaphar shook his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Go back to your dreams."
"Gaphar please." She pleaded. She hated to see him even a little annoyed with her.
"I said Khalil will sleep with us."
Zubeda instantly looked at Gaphar. But she did not say anything. Her eyes drifted to Khalil and he looked away at once. It seemed he was as shy of her as she was of him. He had averted his eyes from her.
Gaphar saw his wife's brows furrowed. He did not want to alarm her. "Khalil will sleep in the room next to ours." He looked at her with the same unfathomable expression again then looked at Khalil. "I have a lot of catching up to do with my friend."
Khalil smiled back at him. It felt good to be in the company of friends and family. Khalil had almost been on the brink of existence when Gaphar walked into his life a few days ago. Khalil had all but lost his zeal to live. Without friends, without family, the world was a dreary hell. He smiled. Gaphar was still the same. No war could sink him. He wished he could be a little like Gaphar. Devil- may -care, with everything to gain and nothing to lose. He lived life on simple terms.
"Zubeda help Khalil wash his hands." Gaphar ordered. Hesitantly she followed Khalil to the wash basin and poured water over his hands. Both of them felt shy around each other. Khalil had never been around women and never someone as ethereally beautiful has Zubeda. His breath caught in his throat at this intrusive thought. He mumbled a thank you and quickly walked back to Gaphar.
Gaphar watched them with keen interest his mind blazing with perverted fantasies. But they seemed too uncomfortable around each other. Maybe they needed a breaking period. It would be helpful if they could spend sometime together and lose their inherent inhibition.
The very next morning Gaphar took Khalil to Jamin Khan's place. He had already talked to Jamin about hiring Khalil on his property for odd jobs. Of course he had pursued Noor to put a word in on his behalf. For the first time Gaphar asked Zubeda to bring him lunch during the afternoon. He intended killing two birds with one stone. He knew his jealous Noor would devour him in rage. Thats exactly what he needed. Last night he hadn't taken Zubeda. He intended starving her of sex until his plans bore fruit. He made Zubeda believe that it was because he didn't want Khalil to hear them in the next room.
Before leaving he asked Zubeda in his enrapturing voice to wear her fussia sharara when she came to bring him lunch. Zubeda nodded, a smile playing shyly across her lips. Before he knew it she had hugged him, her soft limbs embracing his hard muscular body. He was taken aback. He had never been hugged like this before. There was nothing sexual about it and he didn't know what to make of it or how to react to it. Before he could make sense of it Zubeda heard Abu Jaan coming out, she quickly pulled away, turned on her heel and went back into the house.
"Khalil you need a woman to forget your woes my friend. Have you had one?" Gaphar asked him playfully.
Khalil shook his head. His head bent low over the fixture. The sprinkler in the garden wasn't working and Khalil was just about to check if it would start now. His clothes were wet and his brow was covered in sweat.
"That will not just do Khalil. You are twenty- two my friend. I had broken into thirty women by the time I turned twenty- two," Gaphar boasted.
Khalil laughed aloud. It was a deep, husky laughter.
"Gaphar mian I have no intention of duplicating your feat. I intend to settle for just one. I am a simple man."
"Khalil Mian there is not a more complicated man than the one who plans to settle for one woman. A man who would eat one fruit his entire life when he can have numberless."
Khalil guffawed. "Gaphar mian I am not as handsome as you. If I get just one I will consider myself fortunate."
"Khalil are you still a virgin. Allah be praised!" Gaphar spoke exasperated. He could actually not believe Khalil had never been with a woman. This was turning out to be easier than Gaphar had imagined. He decided to take a leap of faith. "Khalil you make my heart bleed. You are like the younger brother I never had. I have not lost any family in the war. But when word came of your family being a casualty of war, each day I offered a prayer towards Mekka for your safety." He looked at Khalil with honest blue eyes and in that moment realized how much Khalil really meant to him.
"You honor me brother," Khalil answered somberly, his eyes moist with unshed tears. In this world there was someone who still cared for him.
Somewhere in their moment a tinkling of bells interrupted. "Gaphar, I have got you lunch." Zubeda stood beautiful in a flowing chiffon sharara, her long brown hair in a plat, her kohl eyes sparkling as if in celebration of life. Her sweet lips curved in a smile. Gaphar felt his cock jerk with a rush of blood. Then he remembered Noor.
"Come Khalil lets sit in the shade and eat. I'm starving as must you be." He gestured for Zubeda to sit beneath a tree in the garden to start serving.
They had almost finished lunch when Gaphar told Zubeda "Did you know Zubeda our dear friend Khalil is still a virgin. We'll have to find a suitable match for him or how will I show my face to Allah in heaven. What do you say Zubeda?"
Zubeda's mouth opened in shock. Her cheeks turned beet red and she turned her gaze to the ground.
"Gaphar," Khalil cursed in embarrassment. His eyes flicked to Zubeda and he looked angrily at Gaphar again. He hadn't been this shamed in his entire life.
Just as they had finished lunch and Zubeda had taken her leave, Gaphar saw Noor descend from the mansion. Even at a distance he knew she was pissed. He was so sensitive to her, he could place her mood exactly just with the way she moved her body. Right now on a scale of one to ten on the hopping mad scale she was a burning nine. Gaphar smiled inwardly.
"Gaphar," she called out not stepping too much into the sun, her dark Kohl eyes burned his skin however. "Come upstairs, there is a leak in the bathroom." With that without a backward glance she began to ascend back into the house.
By the time Gaphar reached inside his cock had grown twice its size. He was not used to controlling his sexual urges. Last night he had given his wife a miss but now all he could think of was stuffing Noor's cunt full of his hard cock. He wanted to feel her soft folds around his penis. He desired nothing more right now.
"How dare you?" She spat with unbridled rage. "How dare you invite her into my house?" She fumed.
Gaphar did not answer, lifted her in his muscular embrace pushed her against the bathroom wall and began to batter her against the wall. He fucked her straight until he orgasmed and dumped his load into her pussy. All he could think of these days was to stuff her belly full of his child. He wanted to see her carry it and for the world and Jamin to see that it was his. That he had fucked his wife and made her his.
In the lull of their orgasms Gaphar placed a wet kiss on Noor's lips, then her bewitching kohl eyes, he still pushed inside her squeezing a few more intermittent convulsions out of her.
"You are a witch. Did anyone ever tell you that - Noor Jahan?" He bit into her neck sucking on her skin.
She still glared at him in all her fury.
He chuckled. "She is my wife by law. Isn't she beautiful?"
She hit him hard across his face. "Then go and fuck her instead and don't ever come back here again." Her eyes flashed daggers, red hot burning daggers.
He felt his cheek. "What did I say you are a witch. I wish I could leave but by some devil's grace you are my soul." He grabbed a breast and squeezed painfully until she yelped in ecstasy. Then he bit into her breast over her clothes and heard her yelp again.
"You touch me next time and I promise I'll fuck you until you bleed a second time." His only sorrow was that he wasn't the one who had taken her virginity. That it had been her husband. With that he turned on his heel to return.
She made a grab for him, but could not catch him in time. "Gaphar," she called his name like a mad woman. They had always shared a turbulent relation.
"You leave when I say you will leave. Gaphar," she yelled at him.
"No, I leave when I say I'll leave witch." Gaphar returned in a rage of his own. "And if you haven't had your fill, wait for your husband's return as I wait to return to my nubile wife." With that he left a cursing Noor at the top of the stairs to her bedroom.
Once he was out he knew she would not follow him out. He went back to Khalil mad at everything in life. "You'll fuck my wife and get it over with. I'll ask Zubeda." He announced and got back to work.
It took Khalil a while to land out of the shock this time. "Gaphar you are out of your mind. Do you even know what you're saying. Don't you hold anything sanctimonious?"
Gaphar did not think it worthy of a response. There was nothing sanctimonious in this world. Whatever happened was a fluke, a chance, the only law of nature was there was no law. There was no plan, there was nothing. The world was a stage for random occurrences. His heart burned with the rage he felt of not getting the only thing he had ever wanted in this life. Noor, nothing else mattered, nothing else ever would. And all his rage found one focus- Zubeda. He wanted to punish Noor, like no one had ever been punished before, but Gaphar could not punish Noor, he could not punish his own soul, so he would punish another woman for once and get rid of this rage that always kept his soul in hellfire.
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"Ahhhhhh," Zubeda moaned beneath her husband. She tried hard not to, knowing Khalil to be in the next room, but Gaphar made it impossible. He had never fucked her so hard before. He was relentless. Was he angry? She couldn't understand. He had been quiet around mealtime and his mild flirtations hadn't made the evening rounds either. She wondered if anything was bothering him.
"Gaphar," she began to ask, then ended up moaning. "Ahhhhhh, Gaphar, you're hurting me," she whispered.
Gaphar hadn't planned this to happen. He was mad with Noor. He hadn't had his fill of her and even though he had planned not to take Zubeda that's exactly what he ended up doing. He felt mad with himself. Maybe he was getting used to fucking Zubeda to release frustration. Noor, Zubeda, Jamin...Khalil it was all getting entangled in his head. The life he juggled as easily as breathing was now turning on him. But Noor, he pumped harder into Zubeda, that witch was going to be the death of him.
"Ahhhh, Gaphar," Zubeda moaned, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.
Gaphar placed his mouth on hers, kissing her hard. "Ummmh," he groaned close to his orgasm.
Khalil hugged a pillow hard to himself. His best intentions were turning against him. Every time she moaned he felt her beneath him. He cursed Gaphar for planting the idea in his head. But Khalil could never think of sharing his wife with anyone. It boiled his blood even to think of it. He wondered how Gaphar could even think about it. But he did know Gaphar to be a promiscuous man and he couldn't altogether dismiss the vibe he had felt between Noor and him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Zubeda moaned in the other room and Khalil squeezed his cock hard.
"Zubedaaaaa," he pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his moan.
Three souls slept spent in their own worlds, sharing the same orgasm. Their lives interlinked by a common strand.
Across the street in a mansion, Noor curled her toes beneath her husband as the first of her orgasms hit her. She descended to her senses and her blood began to boil thinking of Gaphar's wife again. Her brows furrowed. She wanted to murder her. The frail wench. Above her, her husband worked laboriously on an orgasm. His breath heavy, hot and sticky against her ear. She did not remember when she had stopped loving her husband. Even though he came from an affluent family and was a good provider and care giver, neither name, nor wealth had kept Noor in love with him. Her mind flitted to Gaphar. His strong hard muscular body, baked a shiny bronze in the hot summer sun. The azure of his eyes sticking out against the brown of his skin. The fall of his silky brown hair over his brows. She felt her fingers raking his hair and twisting it around her fingers when they fucked like animals. She began to convulse and her back arched as a massive orgasm hit her. She hated him and she loved him and which she did more she could not tell. But right now she wanted to murder him.
Morning came unsatisfying for everyone in question. Khalil hadn't managed a wink all of last night. His thoughts had kept traveling to Zubeda. By morning he had decided it would be better he stay as far away from Zubeda as possible. He would start looking for a room to rent.
Gaphar woke up to his sleeping wife and felt revolted. He had been dreaming of Noor. The reality he woke to left him in a rotten mood. All night he had hard fucked his wife in the hope that with one of those orgasms he would miraculously forget Noor and fall out of her spell. Who was he fooling? The witch probably practiced black magic. He sighed and heard his wife stir from her sleep next to him.
"Gaphar," she whispered hoarsely still not completely awake. She tried to pull him to herself for a kiss. She needed to give expression to the love she felt for him, before her heart burst.
He pushed her hand away mumbling an excuse. "I need to get ready for work." With that he scrambled out of bed. He needed to see Noor. His legs felt weak with desire to see her. He dragged his feet to the bathroom, then stood peering into the mirror, his palms pressed on the basin. He took another steadying breath. The witch had spoiled him for everyone. He had never let his promiscuous self believe this before, but now he saw it reflected, clear as day in his eyes. He exhaled tiredly.
At breakfast Zubeda tried to catch her husband's eyes several times, but always found him deep in thought. He hardly touched his food, drank tea then got up to leave. Khalil on the other hand had decided to completely give the breakfast a miss. When Gaphar rose to leave, Zubeda walked him to the gate.
"Gaphar are you alright?" she asked hesitantly. He looked at her deep and long with his most unfathomable stare, until Zubeda felt a chill and looked away. "Would you like me to bring you lunch today?" she asked barely above a whisper, hopeful.
"No," he exhaled tiredly again, turned on his heel and left. Had it not been for her, Noor would not be mad at him. He was sure Noor had chalked out devious ways of retaliation all night through. He knew the extent of her jealous, spiteful nature. What she didn't know was that every time she slept with her husband was enough punishment for Gaphar.
Gaphar found Khalil waiting for him outside the house. "You're not hungry today?" Gaphar asked Khalil his mind still engaged else where.
"I think I need to find a place of my own Gaphar. Need to make a clean start of my life." He said ponderously.
"No. At least not right now. Maybe in a month or two when you've understood the city better, I'll help you find a place myself." He answered brusquely putting an end to the conversation altogether.
Across the street, Gaphar shook the Jude gate a third time but it didn't relent. This had happened for the first time in seven years. The first thought that shook him was, had she left. He shook his head to put it away. Jamin Khan could not afford to leave this place.
Khalil looked at Gaphar questioningly.
Gaphar pressed the bell long this time. She couldn't have left him over a small thing like this. Frantically he pressed the bell again.
The gate opened and Noor stepped out. Her dark eyes deep, mysterious pools. Her gaze found the subject of her contempt and fixed him with her stare.
"We no longer require your services. You may leave," she said in a silken voice. She coolly patted her dark hair, then lazily pulled her plat in front to gently slide her hand down her long silken hair.
Gaphar stared at her, a frown knitting his brows. Not in a million years had he dreamt this was how she would exact her price, with a pound of his flesh. But he knew she was faking it. She couldn't bare to live without him. "Could I talk to Jamin Mian, considering it was he who hired me in the first place. Please call him." He asked solemnly still trying to comprehend her intention. His eyes roved over her hungrily and his gaze settled on her lips.
"Khalil, will you give me a moment to talk please, Gaphar gestured for him to leave. He waited for him to walk out of ear shot.
"What are you doing Noor?" he began...
"What I should have done a long time ago. Now go and never show me your face again." She narrowed her gaze in defiance.
"You don't mean that Noor," he stared into her dark eyes and could think of doing nothing but drowning in them never to surface again.
"Oh! But I have never meant anything more Gaphar Banuchi," she took sadistic pleasure in saying that.
"That is not fair Noor..." he implored.
"Yes, it isn't, but then you shouldn't expect fairness from a witch," her eyes smoldered. "She is your wife by law and I am but your whore. One of your several whores," she hissed. "That is what I've always been to you," her voice broke. "Then it is only fair that I act in compliance with my character. I wish you luck. Good bye now."
With that she began to turn away.
"Noor, no, I can't...," Gaphar shook his head, swallowing. But he did not finish. The knowledge shook him. The tightening in his chest felt physically painful.
"But I can," she whirled around and left him standing, her hips swaying gently behind her.
Gaphar stood there a long time, while shock turned to numbness in his chest.
"Gaphar what's wrong," Khalil searched his face for answers. "Are we out of work?"
Gaphar nodded. "We'll find work," he absently assured Khalil. Finding work was the least of his troubles.
By evening Gaphar had managed to get himself and Khalil hired at one of the factories at a better remuneration. He was still optimistic that Noor would soon come to her senses once she cooled off.
But as days began to role by, and there was still no word from Noor, Gaphar began to constantly remain in a sullen mood. He snapped at Zubeda at the slightest provocation or regarded her with cold contempt. Zubeda watched her husband teary eyed wondering why it was that she could not please him. She tried to do everything under her power to make him happy, but she failed no matter what she did.
"Gaphar have I done something to offend you?" she bemoaned searching his eyes for answers. "Then please forgive me Gaphar and tell me what I've done wrong. I beg you Gaphar. I can't bear your indifference anymore." She broke down. A week ago she had missed her period and she knew now she was with a child. But right now she did not know whether sharing that news would only offend him further. Lately he had stopped lying with her at night, and when he did he rode her relentlessly. He remained aloof, hardly slept all night, pacing the verandah, lost in his thoughts.
She longed for him to touch her, specially now that she was pregnant with his child. She longed to comfort her, longed to kiss all his woes away. But he did not let her into his thoughts.
He left without a word for work.
Zubeda wiped her tears, then rose to leave their room and bumped into Khalil.
"Zubeda?" Khalil asked with concern. "Is everything alright?"
Zubeda pursed her lips trying hard to control her tears. Her chin trembled. "I..." she stuttered. "I'm just missing my family," she lied.
Khalil looked down, instantly remembering his own. None of whom he would ever meet again.
Zubeda felt ashamed at once. It was not her intention to remind Khalil about them.
"I understand," he replied barely above a whisper. Then for the first time he lifted his gaze to her face and truly saw her. The slight slope of her downward tilted sleepy eyes and the small bulb beneath her upper lip. He stifled the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her sorrows away.
"I miss home too," he said instead. "Miss the crispy fresh mornings. The smell of flat breads wafting from Ammi Jaan's kitchen. My favorite Afghani Pulao, the head massages mother gave at night before I slept," he chuckled wistfully, then began to look down again. "You can talk to me if you feel like Zubeda, no one knows more about missing a family than I do." He nodded, then strode off to catch up with Gaphar for work.
Twice he tried to talk to Gaphar about his wife, but never managed past monosyllables. Then he realized it was the case of a guilty conscience. He had slept with Zubeda too many times in his dreams and now he worried someone, specially Gaphar might see it in his eyes.
Gaphar wasn't being his usual self either. Lately he had been remiss of his usual charms. His mind was elsewhere. Khalil wondered whether it was a result of losing his job of seven years, or the reason why he lost it. His mind drifted to Zubeda, the way her mouth tilted down while she cried, her puckered lips. His heart clenched inside his chest. Damn Gaphar. He would've never thought of her this way had Gaphar not put notions in his head. And then the moment he succeeded to convince himself of his better intentions he would have to endure Gapahar fucking her every few nights like there was no tomorrow. In the silence of the night, he would hear every last moan she made. Khalil's breath hitched in his chest and he exhaled tiredly.
When they returned that evening after work, Khalil was surprised to see Afghani pulao being served for dinner. "I hope it is to your liking, even though I'm sure it's not as good as your mother's," Zubeda said shyly addressing Khalil, then sat next to Gaphar who was watching her with intent.
Khalil could not swallow for the first few minutes, he felt so choked with emotion.
That night he heard her again. "Gaphar tell me what's wrong? Please," she sobbed quietly. "I want to make you happy, just tell me what to do? I'll do whatever you say." But Khalil did not hear Gaphar respond at all. A while later he heard footsteps heading upstairs to the terrace. Then Zubeda's muffled sobbing until she fell asleep.
The next day he found the courage to talk to Gaphar at the factory.
"She cried all of last night," he told him while they were on a break. Gaphar did not reply. He exhaled, took a sip of his tea, then got lost in his thoughts again.
"Is everything all right?" Khalil watched him finish his tea.
Gaphar exhaled again."I should have never married her. If I had found you earlier." He paused. I would've asked Abu Jaan to marry her to you Khalil and everything would've been all right."
"Is there someone else Gaphar?" Khalil asked in a low voice already knowing the answer to that.
Gaphar's blue eyes met his. Khalil nodded. He knew who it was. He felt the anger he had felt for Gaphar the previous night, silently slip away. He had seen something in his eyes. A kind of hopelessness, utter, complete and heart-wrenching. The hopelessness of a man who has lost his soul.
That night when Gaphar came to sleep next to Zubeda, she did not try to touch him like she had last night. She had felt so alone that she had tried to slip into his arms. He had instantly pushed her away. She still felt tears sting her eyes at the memory. It had been difficult to hide her emotions from Ammi Jaan during the day. She had finally asked her of who Noor was? Sometimes during the night he still moaned her name. Maybe she was someone he had wanted to marry. But Ammi Jaan only cursed and called her names.
"She is no one Zubeda. She will always be no-one. You are my son's wife. Remember that." She had lifted her chin and looked into her eyes with conviction that would bend steel. Zubeda had cried her discontent in her embrace.
"I will talk to him, don't you cry," she had consoled her.
"No, please don't." Zubeda sniveled. "I'll talk to him myself." She didn't want Gaphar to think she had gone snooping behind his back.
Zubeda waited for him to fall asleep. Then quietly she rested her hand gingerly on his chest. Then she had soundly fallen asleep.
The next day Zubeda was in a better frame of mind. It was a Sunday and she knew even if he didn't talk to her or let her touch him she could still watch him. Maybe for the moment that was enough. She felt so starved for him, that she fell for whatever scraps he threw at her.
She started with an old family recipe of Mutton Shorba. Ammi Jaan had mentioned that Gaphar had a special liking for it. She kept an eye on him and Khalil relaxing while they chatted, lying on Charpais in the courtyard. Gaphar laughed and Zubeda saw his Adam's apple bobbing. His hair caught the morning sun. She smiled and touched her flat stomach. She wanted to have a son who would look just like his father.
She had finished chopping tomatoes and onions and peeling garlic when someone came at the gate. Ammi said it was someone called Jamin Khan. Gaphar sat chatting to the man, his face a mask.
"Zubeda, tea," he paused to call out to her then he was talking again.
A few minutes later Zubeda walked out with a tray. "Tasleem," she wished Jamin Khan. Then came back inside to watch them from her kitchen window. She saw Khalil leave for his room. But Gaphar and Jamin Khan still discussed something important. She could tell from the grave expression on Gaphar's face.
She went back to her cooking. She was marinating the mutton when she felt sick to her stomach. It was the Asafetida. She placed a hand on her mouth and made a dash for her room. In the bathroom she wretched until her chest ached. Then she heard Khalil at the door.
"Zubeda is everything alright?"
"Yes," her voice trembled. She rinsed her mouth and splashed her face with water.
"Should I call Gaphar?" He asked when she came out and stood against the wall.
"No," Zubeda replied instantly. She didn't want him to know yet. She was treading on thin ice with him. She didn't know how he would react to the news.
"I feel better now." She tried to smile in vain. Her stomach still felt tender. Even light movement made it churn. She moaned closing her eyes and leant against the wall again.
"I'm pregnant." Even before she knew it she had said it.
Khalil was too in shock to speak after that. She opened her eyes, he was still standing there. "I haven't told Gaphar yet, will you keep it to yourself?" She pleaded.
Khalil nodded.
"Will you do me one more favor Khalil?"
Khalil nodded again. He'd gone irrevocably mute.
I can't bear the smell of hing, if I go back to the kitchen I'll feel sick again. Will you get rid of it for me please.
He nodded again disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
Zubeda decided to lie in bed for a while. She would have to soon tell Gaphar. She prayed to Allah mian that Gaphar could love her, even if just a little.
When she went out again Jamin Khan had already left and she could hear Khalil and Gaphar joking in the kitchen.
"Zubeda Begum, in the time you were out running errands, brother Khalil hijacked your kitchen. He has now pledged to cook today's meal." His blue eyes shone. Zubeda felt her heart blossom. A sudden change had descended over Gaphar. The teasing was back. She had only just asked and Allah had answered her prayers. Maybe tonight she would tell him about the coming baby.
She looked thankfully at Khalil. Why could she not share a similar understanding with Gaphar, she wondered. Gaphar was not as pliable. He was a free spirit, that is why. And that is why she was in love with him. His love was not there for the taking. You had to earn it and she promised herself that she would.
"You two cook, while I go and pay Jamin Khan a visit. He's in need of some immediate repairs. I'll be back before evening. Hopefully," he added. He looked at Khalil for an instant, there was an exchange there that she did not understand. She felt let down that he was leaving.
I don't want you to go she wanted to say but nothing came out.
It was something in the way she looked at him, that he was forced to say again that he would be back soon.
Then he had left.
She made a face. Lips drooping at the corners, lips pouting. Then she looked at Khalil. "Thank you," she said in her quiet voice. "I don't smell it anymore. " Then she smiled. "Khalil... will you tell me something about home. I miss Abu and Ammi. Life was so perfect back then. Simpler." She began to reminiscence. She had loved Gaphar just as she did now. But in her dreams he couldn't bare to live without her too. She sighed.
"When we were young my brothers and I were always landing ourselves in trouble." Khalil began. "On holidays we would go on long jaunts high up in the mountains. On our way, we would camp with shepherds and share their mutton shorba, like this one. In the evening we would climb down and help ourselves to another healthy helping of caning from mother." He chuckled wistfully at the memory. "The mountains were home to many wild animals and mother was always scared she would lose one of us to them. Isn't it ironical Zubeda that the animal we fell prey to was too close to home." His brows furrowed and he began to stir the shorba in the pot again. "Sometimes I feel, I'll wake and find it was all a bad dream. For days after, it would just not sink that I had lost all of them. I expected to run into them at each turn. Abu, Ammi, Asif, Hamid, Shabana. But no matter how many corners I turn, I never find them."
Zubeda felt her heart twist for Khalil and felt a reslessness. She missed Abu and Ammi so much. She longed for word from them. But no letters came answered from the war torn country and she worried for the safety of her parents. When she looked up again Khalil was crying too. She wanted to hug him, but custom forbade her it. So both of them cried in silence. Zubeda felt a kinship with him that she had never felt with anyone before. Similar destinies had brought them both to Gaphar. She felt she could tell him anything, unburden herself on him and he would never break her trust.
Across the street up the grassy hill at Jamin Khan's mansion Gaphar stood fixing the sprinklers in the garden. He knew the plumbing had been rusting and had been asking a change since a long time.
"The entire plumbing will need to be unearthed and changed. Otherwise the problem will keep persisting." He told Jamin Khan. "We'll start on it tomorrow. You'll need to hire Khalil too." He ordered Jamin Khan.
"Whatever you say Gaphar. Just see to it the damn place keeps running smoothly in my absence. I don't have time for this." Jamin grumbled exasperatedly. "Hire whoever; get supplies. You have worked the place a long time. You know it better than I do, or anyone else does. I apologize for my wife's behaviour." He shook his head with distaste. He had had enough of her tantrums.
My wife. Gaphar turned the word in his head. The words stung him. Noor. His heart screamed inside his chest. A few more days and he knew he would've gone insane. He had always prided himself for not being at any one woman's mercy and yet this past week had been a nightmare. He saw her lurking behind the curtain of her room and his heart began to thud against his chest. 'The witch,' he cursed under his breath.
It wouldn't be long before they would meet again. The anticipation made him tremble against his will.
By the time he got home, Zubeda had already started setting the dinner table.
"Is this evening?" she asked vexedly.
Gaphar was amused. "Is that annoyance Zubeda Jaan," he teased and saw her turning beetroot red.
She looked away at once. So he specially came to hold her face and lift her eyes to his.
"Are you angry?" He felt suddenly turned on by this chit of a girl he called his wife. She shook her head hiding her face in his shirt. He laughed, then let her go. "You are a coward."
That night he pulled her beneath him in bed and began to kiss her.
"I want..." she had to pause for the kiss. "I have to tell you something."
"Hmmm, tomorrow," He murmured then began kissing her again.
Yes tomorrow was better. Her arms were aching to hold him against her. She hugged him hard against herself and heard him chuckle.
"Zubeda Jaan what am I going to do with you Hmm?" he said huskily then began stripping her clothes one by one until she was naked and trembling, beneath him. Then he began to fuck her hard.
"Gaphar be gentle, please," she moaned into his mouth thinking of the baby. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
In the other room Khalil sighed. How long he wondered. How long will he have to endure this? She was pregnant and the way he was fucking her, he wasn't sure she would remain so until morning. He wished it was he who was with her instead of Gaphar. He sometimes cursed himself for taking the high moral ground when Gaphar had offered to share his wife with him. But now that she was pregnant all the rules would change.
They were going to play the game of cat and mouse. Then so be it he thought. She was still lurking behind curtains. But today Jamin Khan was not home. He knew, she knew it and that would act in his favor. She wasn't the kind to hold out long on a presenting opportunity. And just as he had foreseen she called out to him for a cool glass of lemonade.
He went in. Wiped his sweat on his sleeve and took the glass. He leaned against the cabinet, sweat trickling down his throat, down his back. The cool indoors were a welcome change.
"How are you?" she asked in her sensual voice. Her eyes roving over him under heavy lidded eyes.
"How do I look?" he answered toying with her.
"Good," she answered thoughtful.
"No," he answered holding her dark gaze, while she grew expectant. Witch, his heart ached. "I'm great." he lied.
Her lips turned into a thin line and her knuckles turned white around the glass. She did not say anything for a while.
Gaphar held his peace. He knew too well, this wasn't the last he'd heard from her. She was aching for a pay back.
"And how's that wench of yours?" she asked her eyes burning holes in his soul.
"The wench," he smiled, "the wench scored an A+ last night?" His eyes smiled. He did not like teasing anyone as much as he did her. Her reactions were priceless.
"Then what are you doing here?" She barely controlled her temper.
"To give you an A-, which is still good, considering your age," he answered in amusement. How the mighty fall! He thought.
"Get out," she spat in white rage.
"I could, but I'm not here at your behest." He twirled the glass in his hand.
"This is my house and I can shunt whoever I want from here," she screamed.
"Technically this is Jamin Khan's house. And technically I work for him. You were just a side project I did for a while," he laughed as she lurched towards him. The lemonade pitcher fell with a crash on the floor and broke into a countless shards every piece reflecting images of them. She swung a slap across his face and would have scratched his eyes out had he not caught her and held her arms behind her back. She cursed him and tried to kick him. So he held her legs between his.
"Now, what did I tell you the last time. You touch me again and I'll make you bleed." His manhood began to throb.
"If you touch me, I'll make you bleed," she glared at him breathing noisily.
"We'll see." With that he lifted her over his shoulder and led her into the guest bedroom while she dangled behind him, scratching his back.
He threw her with some fury over the bed, then began to kiss her. The witch pays and she makes me pay too he thought.
"Get away from me." She gritted through her teeth.
"No body asked you, now shut up and let me kiss you. I've waited long enough."
Blue eyes glared into dark ones for an instance and then they were kissing each other.
"Shhhh, my love," he coaxed when she began to silently cry. "Noor, stop... please." You'll break my heart in two. Do you want that? Hmmm? Shhh." He coaxed. He placed light feathery kisses on he dark Kohl eyes, down the side of her face, to the mole on her neck, then down on her cleavage. He tore her blouse and her bra, freed a breast and attacked her nipple. He knew what that did to her.
She arched beneath him, moaning. He couldn't stop himself anymore. He had to be inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she groaned deep inside her throat, her fingers twining painfully in his hair. The pain made him fuck her harder.
"Noooooooooor," he groaned when he came and collapsed in her arms while she lay light kisses on his head.
He was back in the circle of her arms. She sighed.
When he stirred post orgasm, he looked deep and long into her eyes. If this was a dream like so many he had taken these past few days, he did not want to lose sight of those eyes.
She smiled at him and he smiled back, kissing her nose. Witch he said. He lifted himself off her, then pulled her up. "I'm thirsty." He said. "Did you have to throw that perfect lemonade. You couldn't think of anything else to chuck?" He asked annoyedly.
"Did you have to say you were great?"
"What did you want me to say? I pace the terrace like a mad man in the middle of the night, thinking of a witch."
"Yes, I want you to say that."
"Why?"
"Because you are mine. You should die without me." She bristled with jealousy.
"I'll die when you do." He looked down thinking of Zubeda. She would die next if he did not fix it before he did.
Noor handed him water and then pulled him behind her.
"I have work to do Noor," he beseeched.
"Work can wait, I want to see you."
He knew what she meant. Ages ago when he was still a young man she would make him rest his head in her lap, then she's spend hours watching him, talking and kissing.
"Noor, I really ought to be getting back to that work."
"Shut up. I've missed you. Haven't you missed me?"
He exhaled resting his head in her lap. "You are my soul. Once a man has it, then loses it, he will yearn for it for all eternity. So rest in peace Noor, You've ruined me for everyone else." He had never said this to her before. But then he had never had to endure so many days without her either.
She cradled him in her arms, kissing him fervently, gently rocking him in her arms. They stayed like that until it was time to leave and she began to cry again. No matter how much she wanted him, the night would always part them.
"Noor- e - Jahan, why do you cry now? The night has ended, the day has dawned."
The words still echoed in his head when he stepped into his house. He smiled and sighed in peace. "Noor," he whispered her name one last time.
Zubeda stood at the gate waiting for Gaphar, as usual when he clapped eyes on her. He exhaled. What was he going to do with her? She followed him everywhere like a pup.
"Zubeda Jaan what may I know are you doing at the gate when its almost night time?"
"Nothing, I like watching the street?" she answered vexedly. "Khalil came home ages ago." she complained.
"Did he now? The rat!" He cursed faking petulance. He had asked Khalil to come back to work with him for Jamin, but he had refused. He preferred to work at the factory but mostly did not want to be a witness to Gaphars's indiscretions.
"I'm hungry Zubeda, serve me dinner, I'll go freshen up in the time being." Gaphar ordered, trudging to the bathroom.
She sat next to him while he had dinner outside in the courtyard, under the summer sky.
"I'm fine Zubeda, go and rest now. Has Khalil gone to sleep?"
"Yes." She fanned him with a punkah.
"Go and sleep now, I'll help myself."
"No," she answered stubbornly.
What was he going to do with her? He thought.
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