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A Project for Bethany Ch. 09

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Fair warning: If you’re sensitive about fictional stories that include female-led relationships, or wander close to themes of incest or male-on-male contact, you may want to find yourself another story. If you’ve been enjoying the story of Bethany and Matthew this far, I hope this chapter pleases you.

A Project for Bethany, Ch. 9

Matthew awakened slowly as he lay in bed looking up at the life-sized photo of Bethany on his bedroom wall. His mind wandered through a variety of erotic images before settling on the memory of being over Bethany’s lap a few days before, her hand alternately spanking and caressing his ass as his caged cock dripped between her thighs. After the timer she left to monitor his corner time released him from that expectation, he moved to return the chair she had used to the dining area. He remembered the twinge of embarrassment he felt at seeing the very noticeable puddle of drippings his cock had produced during the maintenance spanking. It wasn’t a new experience but one, he had reflected, that had a similar effect each time.

Rolling out of bed, Matthew headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth before working out with the weights and exercise gear kept in the living room. Beside the bathroom sink was the key for his chastity cage. This ensured he could remove it to shower and shave before replacing it for the day and returning the key to Bethany. Sitting beside the key was a heavy anal plug shaped like a string of three heavy anal beads accompanied by a note from Bethany. In her characteristically girlish writing style, the note read:

“Good morning Matty,

“I’m going to be busy in my room this morning and will probably slip out for part of the afternoon. There will be a few deliveries today that you should expect, I put them in the calendar. Don’t forget that Rick and Zoe, and Luke, will be coming this evening for a visit.

“Hugs, B.”

Matthew breathed deeply as he remembered Bethany explaining that with Covid restrictions relaxing, she wanted to have people over more often. This was starting with her plan to invite Rick and Zoe, and their friend Luke for a little gathering. Matthew knew both Rick and Zoe quite well now. Rick was a frequent visitor and an adult performer in Bethany’s erotic videos. He was often described by Bethany as her favorite stunt cock. Zoe, Rick’s partner, was quite happy to have Bethany burn off some of Rick’s libidinous energy, especially since Bethany loved having his big cock in all her holes. Zoe also had her own role in Bethany’s business concerns as a tech advisor and installer for her computer and camera systems.

Luke was a new player. A fairly new friend of Rick and Zoe, he had not been in the apartment before. Bethany said that he was coming along to be Zoe’s “date” while she took Rick for the evening. Matthew’s role, she explained, was to serve wine, snacks, and anything else Bethany desired. Matthew had few doubts that his services might include his obedient tongue getting a workout.

Rereading the note, Matthew noted that Bethany had not included mention of his sister. Janie knew about his submission to Bethany, she’d even been there when Bethany placed her collar around his neck. Matthew stroked the narrow leather collar as he thought about that moment and also felt a tinge of relief that he might not have to tolerate Janie’s teasing and torments which seemed to be the way of younger sisters.

Janie and Bethany had been best friends in high school and college. They’d roomed together, experienced their sluttiest moments as a pair with men and women, and eventually discovered themselves through mutual exploration and evolution of personal kinks. Bethany came out of college a defined dominant, not surrendering to anyone and capably seducing those she identified as willing submissives. Janie was described by Bethany as a committed switch, she liked to fill both domme and submissive roles, depending on her partner. For Bethany, Janie usually slipped into a submissive orientation, but that was always attended by a bratty streak.

Matthew silently hoped that Janie was otherwise occupied. He still wasn’t certain how he would feel if she was present and they were both serving Bethany as her obedient sluts. Matthew also knew that if it was Bethany’s plan, he’d accept it. After all, he didn’t really have any secrets left to keep from Janie, or the rest of his family that he knew of.

Placing the note back on the vanity beside the anal plug, Matthew ran his fingertips over the plug’s bold profile. Almost nine inches long, the upper portion was three solid balls that increased in size with slightly more flexible sections of shaft between them, The lower part of the plug was an inch-wide shaft about four inches long before the flared base. A devilish design, Matthew knew from experience that once inserted, its weight would cause it to slide downward. Then, the exposed part of the shaft ensured that the plug would be driven deep inside each time he sat down, or whenever Bethany’s teasing hands discovered it and kozlu escort used the plug to fuck his bottom. Matthew inhaled slowly as he imagined how it was going to feel. His caged cock throbbed softly with his pulse as he turned toward the bathroom door and headed to the living room for his workout.

Walking down the hallway to the living room, Matthew smiled slightly as he passed Bethany’s bedroom doors wearing only his collar and chastity cage. The discovery that Bethany had chosen an anal toy for him to wear after his workout and shower and a note waiting for him always enhanced his awareness of his submission to her. That submission included the expectation that he would always be naked in the apartment unless she directed otherwise. In case they were needed, a set of the thin white shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt she had selected for him were kept close to the apartment door. They were all he wore to accept deliveries or greet visitors, although a select few who might arrive at the door were known to Bethany and she had started to deny Matthew the option of slipping into the shorts and t-shirt when they appeared. Increasingly, with people she worked with in her bedroom and video studio, he no longer dressed. Bethany wanted him to be more comfortable being naked all the time around her kinky friends and co-workers and the habit was well along the way of developing a sense of normalcy.

The aroma of fresh coffee hit Matthew’s senses as he rounded the corner into the living room. That and a few out-of-place dumbbells informed him that Bethany was already up, had completed her own workout, prepared the coffee, and was now in her room. Most likely, she was editing the videos she had recorded over the past few days. Matthew smiled as he thought about the three hour-long sessions he had spent in her bedroom as a subject of her latest erotic teasing and denial video series. Perhaps today, he thought, Bethany would unlock his cock and milk him to completion.

Picking up one of the tablets from the coffee table, Matthew opened the schedule for his daily workout. Following the established routine, he noted that Bethany’s tweaking of the exercises had subtly shifted the focus to his chest and arms, and his butt on leg days. He guessed that she was happy with the recently visible definition of his six-pack abdomen for now and that area had settled into maintenance. Matthew was laying flat on the low bench in the center of the living room when Bethany made an appearance.

Wearing well-worn yoga pants that fit like a second skin and an oversized and faded t-shirt, Bethany approached Matthew as he laid his current set of dumbbells on the mat he had placed under the bench. Straddling his thighs, her crotch just touching Matthew’s caged cock, Bethany teased Matthew’s nipple with one fingertip as she spoke.

“Good morning Matty, I was going to surprise you with another teasing session this afternoon, but will have to postpone it. To get ready for tonight, Zoe wants to get a mani-pedi and she convinced me to join her.”

Matthew bit his lip to defeat a rising sigh of disappointment.

“I understand, Miss Bethany,” he said softly.

“Good boy,” Bethany said cheerily as she leaned down and kissed Matthew lightly on the lips, “I’m going to get ready for that and you should hit the shower soon, Mrs. Rubek should be delivering the hors d’oeuvres for tonight around lunchtime.”

The Rubeks, their first names anglicized to Donna and Charlie, were Eastern European immigrants who had run the old-world delicatessen and butcher shop across the street for over a decade. A contrasting couple in their early fifties, Mrs. Rubek was tall, thin, and willowy with skin as fine as porcelain. She always dressed elegantly and ran the front of the business with impeccable attention to detail. Mr. Rubek was shorter than his wife and even more so when she wore the stilettos that graced her feet every day. He was stocky, swarthy and bald, and usually dressed for his role at the delicatessen’s meat counter and the storage rooms.

Bethany liked to joke that the Rubeks had run away from an Olympic team, the power lifter and the volleyball star escaping to live in the New World. She had known the couple for years through their activities in the local kink community. Both with dominant tendencies, the Rubeks enjoyed finding a companion in the community who was in their final year of university or graduate school. When they made their selection, a woman or a man, they traded room and board and a part-time job for their live-in playmate with the one requirement that studies were never neglected.

At least once per week, Matthew had opened the apartment door to accept a delivery from one of the Rubeks. They considered Bethany a special customer and almost always made the trip personally. Each of the Rubeks had their own delivery ritual with Matthew.

Mrs. Rubek would expect him to take the box from her hand. She would then walk beside Matthew to the kitchen, her hand lightly resting against his küçükçekmece escort lower back as they traversed the apartment. Once in the kitchen she would give him final directions for the preparation of the meals as he put them away and occasionally her hands would stroke or touch Matthew’s nude body as she stood close to him.

Mr. Rubek always insisted on carrying the box to the kitchen. He would follow Matthew, rarely missing the opportunity to comment on Matthew’s fitness and increasing muscular definition. He also liked to suggest that he and his wife would soon talk to Bethany about borrowing Matthew for an evening, or a weekend. When Matthew would mention these offers to Bethany, she would laugh them off and tell him not to worry, the Rubeks had plenty of play partners without taking her collared submissive.

Matthew was back in the kitchen, shaved and showered, and collared and caged, when the apartment intercom beeped to identify a visitor in the lobby. Answering Mrs. Rubek’s call, Matthew promised to be waiting at the apartment door when she got to their floor. A wide-angle camera view of the hallway was displayed on the panel beside the door and, confirmed by the view through the peephole in the door, assured Matthew that there were no unexpected persons in the hallway. As Mrs. Rubek approached the door, he swung it open to admit her and kept his naked body inside and mostly sheltered by the door.

Standing with her toes just outside the threshold, Mrs. Rubek paused. It was her expectation that Matthew take the box at the door. His shyness at possible exposure to a neighbor was not her concern. Matthew sighed inwardly as he stepped forward to take the box. Obediently, he stepped to one side and pivoted. Mrs. Rubek stepped forward and placed her hand on Matthew’s lower back. They were both vividly aware that while she was dressed in a fine tan tweed skirt and jacket with a light blue silk blouse and five-inch stiletto-heeled pumps, Matthew was naked except for his collar and chastity cage.

As they stepped forward, Mrs. Rubek used her free hand to casually swing the apartment door closed with just enough force to ensure it latched. The clicking of her heels on the wooden floors of the apartment set a rhythm that Matthew matched with his own steps.

His posture fixed by the box between his hands, Mrs. Rubek’s hand on his lower back, and the expectation to match her stride, Matthew stayed close to the tall woman’s hip as if he were bound there by her expectations and his own sense of obedience, Matthew felt himself being subtly controlled by her presence and her touch. He considered that it was similar to the way he felt under Bethany’s gentle control. Not exactly the same, Matthew thought, but in the same way he reacted by slipping into an obedient state and performing the tasks expected of him.

In the kitchen, Matthew stopped in front of the counter facing the living room. He placed the box on the counter-top and started removing the butcher’s paper that covered the contents and kept the paper close by to make notes of any instructions he would need to remember.

Mrs. Rubek’s hand stroked his back as he lifted out a series of trays. As each tray appeared and they could see what was in the packaging through the clear plastic lids, she gave him instructions for their final preparation. All were to be refrigerated. Some would need to be heated and plated before serving, others simply arranged on small trays before being offered to Bethany and her guests.

Two trays remained in the box when Mrs. Rubek indicated that Matthew should stack the unboxed trays in the fridge. He did so and returned to reach into the box for the last two items. As he lifted them out of the box, Mrs. Rubek’s free hand slid the box out of the way to allow him to place them on the counter.

Matthew paused, waiting for Mrs’ Rubek’s usual explanation of the contents and any instructions.

Mrs. Rubek’s hand slid from the small of Matthew’s back downward to cup one ass cheek.

Matthew inhaled slowly as he knew what she would do next.

Exploring fingers discovered the anal plug. It wasn’t the first time Mrs. Rubek had been in this position and she had always enjoyed the reactions she would get from Matthew when she pressed on the base of a plug between his exposed ass cheeks. She was, however, pleasantly surprised to find that the heavy plug had slipped downwards and was ready for her to press it slowly inwards.

Matthew placed his hands flat on the counter and a soft moan slipped from his lips as Mrs’ Rubek slid the plug back to its full depth in his ass. His body quivered at the feelings the plug created and felt it start to slide back out by ts own weight as soon as Mrs. Rubek stopped pressing on the base.

Mrs. Rubek smiled. She slowly pressed the plug inwards over and over at a very slow and regular pace as she spoke.

“On the left Matthew, is lunch for Miss Bethany. Spinach, with feta, and a raspberry vinaigrette accompanied by a few strips küçükköy escort of grilled chicken. You will need to stir the vinaigrette and top the salad before you serve it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Matthew said, barely suppressing moan.

“On the right, you may open that one to see.”

Matthew obeyed as the plug in his bottom became more insistent at Mrs. Rubek’s fingertips. His eyes widened as the symbolism of the lunch meal he revealed was revealed. Laying on a bed of rice was a thick, curving sausage. At one end of the sausage were two small meat balls while at the other end, and drizzled over the rice, was a creamy white sauce.

“For you, Matthew. A spicy pork sausage with meat balls of wild boar on a bed of wild rice. Bethany told me you very much enjoy creamy sauces so I ensured that there is plenty for you to taste.”

“Uh… thank you, Mrs. Rubek,” Matthew moaned as the plug plunged deep in his ass again.

The sound of Bethany’s heels on the floor as she exited the hallway into the living room caught the attention of Matthew and Mrs. Rubek. Matthew kept his hands flat on the counter as Mr’s Rubek held the plug still at full depth in his ass.

Bethany smiled brightly to see Mrs. Rubek standing beside Matthew. Dressed to go out, Bethany wore tailored pale yellow capris of raw silk and a loose matching top. Her outfit was accented by a broad blue belt that cinched her waist and matching blue earrings. Glimpses of her bra through the open neck of the blouse showed an attentive watcher flashes of the same deep blue. On her feet were a pair of wedge sandals with wide straps that buckled around each ankle. The inch-think platform soles of the sandal and the rise of the heels easily added five inches to her height.

As she approached the kitchen counter, it didn’t take long for Bethany to figure out the situation from Matthew’s flushed face and Mrs. Rubek’s grin.

“Hello Donna,” she said to Mrs. Rubek, “is Matty behaving himself?”

“Perfectly,” came the reply as Mrs. Rubek stepped away from Matthew and turned to the sink to wash her hands.

Bethany raised an eyebrow towards Matthew in query.

“Yes, ma’am,” gasped Matthew as the plug slipped downward to its resting position again, “Mrs. Rubek brought us lunches in addition to the dinner order.”

Bethany leaned over the high counter on the living room side and glanced at the two lunch meals.

“Thank you, Donna, that was very nice of you. Mine will have to wait,” Bethany said with a growing smile, “but I have no doubt Matty will enjoy each mouthful of meat and sauce. I’m certain he will lick up every drop.”

“You will not have yours?” Mrs. Rubek asked.

“Not right away,” Bethany reassured her, “I’m on my way out for a manicure, let me walk you out. I fear if I leave you here with Matthew much longer, he’ll be following you home like a lost puppy.”

“He would have a good home with me,” Mrs. Rubek retorted gently with a smile as she rounded the counter to join Bethany.

“Oh, I know that,” Bethany laughed, “with a strict obedience training program and regular fillings of meat and cream.”

“As a good boy deserves,” came the reply as the women reached the apartment door and Bethany swung it wide.

Laughing between themselves, the two women were halfway to the elevator by the time Matthew reached the door and eased it closed.

Matthew sighed as he leaned his head against the closed door. The subtle throbbing of his cock in the cage and the stimulating presence of the heavy plug in his ass ensured that his mind revolved constantly around his submission to Bethany and its presentation to her friends. Matthew knew that some other men might revolt and fight against the situation he was in, turning it into a test of wills. He found that each time he considered their shared situation, how it had developed, and how it was going, he confirmed to himself that he was happy in his role and his living situation with Bethany. He had admitted to himself more times than he could remember, that he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Increasingly, he found comfort in being Bethany’s submissive and even being kept naked around her guests and acquaintances that knew their background no longer seemed like an awkward expectation.

After one more slow deep inhalation and exhalation, Matthew smiled to himself and turned away from the door. A manicure with Zoe, he knew, could keep Bethany out for a couple hours. It was a chance to catch up on minor chores and to relax for a while before she returned.

Matthew headed into the kitchen where he reviewed the instructions Mrs. Rubek had shared. Making a few notes on a pad from the junk drawer, Matthew ensured he had the main details of preparation saved for later. After wiping down the kitchen, he popped his own lunch into the microwave to heat and used the few minutes it took to straighten up and wipe down the living room exercise equipment.

The microwave announced that lunch was ready. Matthew got himself a glass of ice water and a knife and fork before opening the appliance to get his meal. Sitting at the dining table, he inhaled deeply as his weight pushed the plug deep in his ass as he sat down. With that reminder of his submission and of Mrs. Rubek’s teasing hands, he looked down at the sausage, meatballs, and rice.

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Hazed By My Girlfriend’s Friends

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My relationship with Brittney was a whirlwind from the moment we started dating, but I had no idea the extent of havoc that that whirlwind would wreak in just a couple short months.

Brittney wasn’t the wildest person I’d met, but she hung out in a pretty rowdy circle. We were a couple years removed from college life, but the spirit lived on in her friend group, especially with the guys.

From the stories Brittney would tell me about their escapades, they were a group that liked pranks and dares that probably went further than I’d personally be comfortable with, but she seemed like she was game for anything thrown at her and took things in stride.

I knew her friends were important to her and were around in her life for a while before I popped in, and I really wanted her to like me, so I decided to suck it up and go along with the situation. Brittney was a really kind, smart, funny woman, and I genuinely wanted the chance for things to keep progressing.

On our second date, before we’d slept together yet, she laughed relaying a recent story about the guys in the group getting into a pantsing fight, adding that she’d been pantsed by members of the group her fair share in the past.

A lot of thoughts started going through my mind. Her friends – well, I’ll be honest, her guy friends – had seen her without pants on, and I hadn’t even seen that at that point. I quickly imagined what kind of underwear she normally wore, and what she could be wearing right now. Sexy, cheeky panties? Had these guys even seen her ass in a thong?

I also wondered how far the pantsings in this battle royale had gone. Did she just see these mens’ bulges in underwear? Did she see cocks swinging around unhindered? Did she like it?!

Mind you, I knew I was projecting a bit by the end there. Still, I couldn’t say I wasn’t at least a little insecure about her being around stripped guys, even if the context was non-sexual. In the same vein, it didn’t settle my worries when she said they’d play strip games like poker or beer pong every so often.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks into dating that I began to get an idea of the makeup of this friend group, or began to be able to recognize specific names of friends. The gang was a good split of women and men, but one person stuck out to me in particular.

Brittney said something about her friend Jake and added that he had a crush on her. She said it quickly in passing, not dwelling on it either because she didn’t think it was a big deal, or didn’t want me to think it was. Still, the name seared into my mind in that instant, and every time she mentioned Jake afterward the same thoughts popped into my head.

Did Jake still want to get with her? How many of the stories she was telling me without naming names actually involved Jake? Did he care that she was dating me? I started paranoid speculation any time she mentioned anything that involved this friend group.

Brittney had hung out with them for drinks at one of their houses the next Friday night, and things had gotten a little wild. She texted me periodically through the night to tell me excitedly (and a little embarrassedly) about the night’s events.

When she told me someone had given her a wedgie, and that she wished she hadn’t been wearing a thong that night. Had it been Jake who’d done the deed? Was it an excuse to stick his hands down the back of her pants? I didn’t like the idea of this hanger-on with his hands around the straps of my girlfriend’s skimpy panties.

And later in the night, when she said she’d been dared to make out with her friend Samantha konyaaltı escort – had Jake been the one to do it, because he thought it’d be hot? I didn’t really mind this, after all, a dare’s a dare, but I didn’t want a man with a crush on Brittney to be getting her to do it so he could get turned on, and to a smaller degree, I wish I’d been there to see it as well.

There was one haunting text from Brittney that really struck fear into me, though. Near the end of the night, as she was taking a cab home, she texted me to let me know that she had told her friends all about me, and they were all excited to meet me.

“The guys want to give you a hazing to welcome you to the group!”

“What kind of hazing?” I nervously texted back.

“Jake said he wants them to strip you and make you wear women’s underwear LOL.” The colour drained from my face.

“They’re joking, right?” I worriedly texted, thankful that Brittney couldn’t see the expression of fear on my face right now.

“Probably,” she responded before segueing to another topic. She talked about it so lightly, it must not have been a serious plan, right? Or was she just so used to the giving and receiving of pranks with this crew that she thought it was going to happen, but just didn’t think it would be a big deal? How could this not be a big deal?!

At least I could spend the week with the satisfying thought that it was someone else who had gotten Brittney to passionately kiss someone else, or had exposed her thong from her pants. The next weekend was another story, though.

It was Brittney’s birthday, so her friends were holding a party for her at another one of their houses. I was invited and planned to go, but had to be out of town for work. Part of me felt like I dodged a bullet by putting off meeting her guy friends a bit longer, and potentially avoiding this “hazing”.

On the other hand, I was nervous about what kind of debauchery would go on without me there, especially since Brittney would be the focus of attention on her birthday. I didn’t trust Jake, and didn’t look forward to hearing about what would go down.

Unfortunately, it went a bit further than just hearing about it. Feeling almost helpless from my hotel room in another city, I started looking through Brittney’s social media, finding her friends’ accounts and putting faces to names for the first time.

My stomach sunk a little when I got to Jake’s page. He was a bigger guy than I’d expected. I guess when running through worst-case scenarios in my head, I’d thought if the men tried to forcibly prank me in any way, I’d be able to fight them off. If Jake was going to be involved, however, I didn’t think that’d be an option any longer. It was hard to imagine a scenario where he couldn’t just easily overpower me.

As I started looking through his posts, I noticed that he had posted photos from that night. My heart started racing as I realized the subject of most of the photos was Brittney…

From what I could tell based on the captions and comments from other friends, they’d ordered pizza much earlier, and dared Brittney to answer the door in her underwear. I saw pictures of her while she was taking off her shirt and leggings. It bothered me all over again knowing that not only was Jake witnessing this, but he had permanent reminders of the occasion.

As I kept swiping through photos, I saw Brittney smiling and laughing, her bra perfectly framing her tits, tight panties clinging to her round ass while showing off most of her cheeks. There she was taking the pizzas from the delivery körfez escort man. And then next… she was still in her underwear?

From the caption on the next photo, I inferred that they’d taken her clothes and hidden them. Maybe if she’d made a bigger deal about it, they would have given her the clothes back, but based on the photos, she didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t surprising to me that Brittney would just go with the flow and spend the rest of the night half naked.

Still, I was feeling some mixed emotions. Her barely-clothed body was still turning me on as I went through the pictures, but I was growing increasinly uncomfortable knowing she was just hanging around these men with her body on display.

I eventually got caught up on Jake’s posts for the night when one last one popped up – a video this time. I gulped, and pressed play. The video was clearly being filmed by someone else who was holding Jake’s phone, and I could hear voices from various friends laughing about a “birthday spanking”. Oh no.

The video turned to Jake, sitting on a chair around their kitchen table, while my Brittney walked over, still in her bra and panties, leaned over Jake’s muscular lap, perked her ass out, and nervously bit her finger.

“One for each year!” a voice clamoured. With that, Jake started slapping the bare underside of her cheeks, not so hard that it would really hurt, but enough that there was a crisp audible snap every time his large hand made contact with my girlfriend’s ass.

It was enough to leave a red mark on her bum after the first couple spanks, and as he kept going, I got the impression Brittney was involuntarily getting turned on by the ordeal. She started biting her lip around spank number ten, and on spank number nineteen I even heard her let out a subdued moan.

I watched the entire video, then rewatched it a few times, beginning to end. I hated that Jake had the power to do this in this friend group, but if this was their dynamic, who was I to march in and demand changes? I stopped myself from rewatching it any more, and tried to get it out of my mind.

A couple weeks later came the invitation I had been dreading.

“Samantha’s throwing a party this weekend, I want you to come!” Brittney chirped, excited for me to finally meet her friends without knowing how much I wanted to avoid that exact scenario. She might not even have remembered what she’d nonchalantly told me about the boys’ “hazing” plan.

I told myself there was no way they’d go that far. I was a stranger they were meeting for the first time, they probably just wanted to make a good impression, but wanted to have a little fun scaring Brittney with the idea they’d prank her new boyfriend.

But then again, Jake seemed like he still had feelings for Brittney, and with the amount of borderline-sexual pranks and dares he levied her way, he clearly still wanted to get with her. What if this was his excuse to get back at the guy who got to go out with Brittney and was sleeping with her?

I put it out of my head, but my stomach was still in knots as we headed to Samantha’s house. As we entered the house, I was greeted with a much warmer welcome than I’d expected.

Over the next hour, her friends were great to me. I began to understood why they were such a tightknit group, and why Brittney liked being a part of this. Everyone was welcoming, even Jake, although the handshake he gave me was a little stronger than the others’.

I had worried for weeks about absolutely nothing, these were normal people.

I thought that for a time, at least. kovancılar escort After my guard had been let down sufficiently, and I was in between drinks, I heard murmurs behind me, followed by a loud “NOW!”

I was swung around before I knew what was happening to me, a few of the guys pulling me out into the main hallway. My panic set in, although I was in temporary denial that the exact scenario that had played in my head many times over the last couple weeks was going to be carried out to a tee.

In the main hallway, Jake popped into my view, and easily held me down while I tried to struggle. It was completely fruitless. He pulled my shirt off of me without breaking a sweat. This was when the panic really set in.

With Jake pinning me down, another one of the guys pulled my pants clean off, leaving me now in only my socks and a tight pair of briefs. Samantha, who had joined the fracas, then stepped in, slid her hands down my waistband, and yanked the briefs down.

Now, I’m not normally too embarrassed about my cock. It’s not exactly the smallest, even if it’s pretty below average. Having it spring out of my underwear in front of a group of near-strangers to me is another story though, and I was humiliated. The only saving grace was that I was about halfway to an erection, I guess because of the adrenaline now pumping through me.

Still, that wasn’t enough to stop Samantha from letting out a nervous “Oh my god, it’s so small, haha!” Some of the other girls in the group were now gathering around, leading to a chorus of more nervous giggling. Then, another one of the guys pushed his way forward with what I could pretty safely assume at this point was a pair of panties in his hands.

“Quick, put them on!” laughed Jake, still effortlessly overpowering me. The group that had quickly stripped me naked was now hurriedly pulling my legs through the panties and yanking them up, my cock getting tucked into them more easily than I would have liked.

I looked down at the panties: a pink thong with a girly lace trim, and began to… wait, I recognized these. This was one of Brittney’s thongs!

Samantha pulled the thong up high enough for the back strap to wedge itself between my ass cheeks, let out another “Oh my god!” and gave my butt a playful pat. Now fully dressed for the prank, Jake, still containing my struggling, pulled me up and started parading me around the house for the group.

Despite my size, my small bulge in Brittney’s thong was still very noticeable to everyone at the party, especially as it continued to harden. Not one to let any potential humiliation go to waste, Jake was sure to turn me around without giving me the chance to escape, letting the group also get a good look at my round little cheeks in my girlfriend’s thong.

I tried to take it in stride as well as I could, despite the soul-crushing embarrassment I was experiencing; after all, these friends would do these kinds of things to each other, and it must be coming from a place of love most of the time. Jake’s intense hazing could be good-natured, even if he also wanted to totally emasculate me in Brittney’s eyes.

But my mind still tried to wrap itself around one thing: how had the group gotten a pair of Brittney’s panties? We came from her place, and others weren’t there. Wait – had Brittney brought the panties herself for this prank? Had she known this was actually going to happen, decided to help Jake humiliate me, and to top it all off, chosen maybe the girliest thong she owned for the deed?!

I looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with the guys and girls as much as possible, but saw Brittney for the first time in the last couple minutes, and our eyes locked. She had her hands over her mouth to cover a guilty smile, but the look on her face said it all.

She lowered her hands, and stifling laughter, mouthed “Sorry!”

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All That Glitters — Ch 35

Revelations, another assassination attempt.

The Darkness once again tries to assassinate the Kumar-Pair, revelations are made and the Light is found.

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Due to the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and list of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called ‘All That Glitters: Notes’. Any and all information that you want or need to know about the series is included in Notes. It will be updated frequently simply by re-issuing the chapter to Literotica.

There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are.

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The Kumaraie’s Apartments, Imperial Palace, The Pod-Drran Home World, Twelve Light Years from Liramor-23

The Kumaraie Na-Maj Se-Lam Pod-Raie, lay in contented repose after a glorious bout of sex with her new mate. She languidly reached down to stroke his upper thigh only to find him ready yet again!

After two bouts of heavy sex, most Ro would be out for the count, but this was her Roe, her newly elevated Kumaroe, and he was more than a match for most females. Then again, she was not ‘most’ females. She was a Raie, the one and only Raie of the Pod-Drran.

She smiled at the thought that he was hers and ready to go yet again. Without being invited, he rolled toward her and took her left upper nipple into his mouth while one of his hands fondled her lower right breast and the other moved further south to caress her now very wet well.

Wet for two reasons, one — she was definitely horny, two — he had already spent twice into her.

Thank the Goddess I am not in heat, she thought to herself, I would be pregnant for sure with the amount of seed he puts into me each time!

She smiled at the thought. Did she want a brood with this Roe? She already had three broods, all with the newly deposed Roe, who had turned out to be such a disappointment to her, though the resulting broods had been remarkably better than their sire.

The former Kumaroe had used her isolation, her rakhan, to place his supporters on the various palace committees ready for a very public coup when she returned from her rakhan, a coup that had only been thwarted by the timely intervention of the Atohan and the Chlaerge.

She gasped at what her Roe’s fingers were doing to her and lost all thoughts of past mistakes as she surrendered herself once again to pleasure.

Interspecies Embassy, Liramor-23, Piscium System, 106 Light Years from Terra

Charles Demoiné had just returned from his latest venture to the community of Sentient Species, where he had met the last four member species of the community. He had brought back representatives of these to the embassy at Liramor-23.

Ambs. Michelle Halten, a senior ambassador and responsible for the Interspecies Embassy, with Fiona present, was meeting with the first of these, Ambassador Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea of the Hwill’illiti’hallat a sentient species that was humanoid in appearance but with burnt-orange skin due to the light given off by their sun.

The pair stood in the Interspecies Embassy’s main conference room waiting for the luminary to arrive. They did not have to wait long as Charles came into the room with the appointed ambassador.

“Good-day, Ambassador Michelle Halten, Director Fiona Marsh,” Charles greeted the pair. “I have the pleasure of presenting Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea, the Ambassador at Large for the Hwill’illiti’hallat,” he said, speaking through the translator matrix as he presented the luminary to his superior.

“It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance Ambs. Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea,” Michelle replied, extending a hand to the sentient.

“Thank-you, Ambs. Halten,” he replied. “My people were certainly intrigued when we discovered that not only one, but two new species had been introduced to the Greater Community, Ataköy travesti and that you have proposed that your Interspecies Embassy be the pivotal point of contact between all of our peoples and the Union. That alone would help interspecies negotiations going into the future,” the ambassador said.

“Why is that, Mr. Ambassador?” Fiona asked. “Certainly, your peoples would understand that a central location is preferable to what you have now?”

“Yes, we do, Ms. Marsh. However, we could never agree to where such an installation should be situated, all of the other species wanting to have such in their own spheres of control for obvious reasons and, quite frankly, the Djinaëte simply do not care where they are when they conduct business, they simply move to where they are needed in the moment.

“Your being where you are and having such an embassy dedicated to the Greater Community already in place, has saved us from interminable bickering,” the ambassador replied with a smile that was very similar to a human smile.

“We are happy that we can provide a service, Mr. Ambassador,” Michelle said, returning the smile.

“Ah, Ambassador Halten, you provide much more than just a service. Your options for trade goods have certainly caught our eyes, especially the option of your ships. I was absolutely amazed by the size of Laureli,” he answered, referring to the new Princess Class ship that was now supporting the embassy.

“Yes, I am happy to have the UCDS Laureli and Capt. Ulises Hyatt as part of this Embassy,” Michelle indicated.

“So, I was ordered to come here for two reasons, the first is to have our embassy accredited with the Union, and the second was to be part of the upcoming Communications Symposium,” Ambs. Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea explained. “Do we know when the symposium will start?”

“As soon as we have all the ambassadors and their experts in location, we will start.” Michelle stated. “Not all of the ambassadors are capable of making the judgments on the electromagnetic spectrum they may require, so will need to bring in a specialist for this purpose.

“We will assist as much as we can with the necessary transport, however, over the next few weeks there will be a severe strain on the requirements for the Laureli. I hope that you have brought your specialist with you?”

“We have,” Ambs. Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea replied. “We were informed by Ambs. Demoiné of the requirement.”

“Then, all that we require to do is to start the process of accreditation for your embassy. This could take a few months, but you are not the only new species that is receiving accreditation,” Michelle informed him. “We are attempting to do all of the members of the Interspecies Embassy at the same time, which should make things much easier for you.

“Are only concern is whether we will be allowed to have an embassy on your home world and if so, how many members will be permitted. The issue there is if the planetary environment is healthy for humans,” Michelle ended.

“I understand,” Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea replied. “I think that your species would not do well on our home world because of the spectrum of light that our sun puts out, which is unique in the Interspecies Community. However, we do have a station in orbit where we could put an embassy if required.

“I believe, though, that this facility covers all of our needs, so I would recommend that you use an Ambassador at Large for contact with my home world and yourself as the Union Ambassador on this facility,” Hri’llill’aatu’eeyea stated.

“That is acceptable for our needs, so long as we will have access for our Ambassador at Large in the event that we need to intervene in human issues in your area of space,” Michelle agreed. “By the way, your name is very long, do you have a shorter version that would be acceptable for you?”

“Yes,” he laughed, “you may call me Hri. All of the other ambassadors do.”

Michelle smiled. “If you will follow me, sir, I will show you to the offices that will become your embassy here on the platform.”

She turned and took him to what would become the Hwill’illiti’hallat embassy.

Over the next two days, Michelle and Fiona would repeat this process with the Ambs. Tricana of the Feeyan, Ambs. Lradé the Grotté, and Ambs. Sisset of the Umick.

Conference Room One A, Alternate Control, Whiskey deck, Liramor-23, Piscium System

The Interspecies Communications Symposium was being held in the secondary Conference Room One A, at the Alternate Control on Whiskey Deck, a week after the introduction of the last four intelligent species to Liramor-23. The staff had included several large conference tables in the room to ensure that everyone could be accommodated.

Ambs. Michelle Halten welcomed all of the ambassadors, their technical representatives, and other attendees, then introduced Dr. Aruna Ohiraha to start things off.

“Good morning Ataköy travestileri to all of you,” Ohi began. “Most of you know me by now, so I won’t say anymore about me. On the table beside me is one of the new mini-antenna for the new ICS system. These antenna can be placed in any ship, even those as small as the UDCS Laureli.

“The demonstrator of this new antenna and control unit were first placed on The Valour, a ship as small as the Laureli, as Dr. Camdu of the Byandi can confirm.”

She paused to let Dr. Camdu admit that he was part of the initial trials for the new miniature system and yes, it was placed on the Valour and had worked correctly.

“Why was Dr. Camdu in the test and not an Asocan or Djinaëte scientist?” someone asked.

“Size,” Ohi stated. “The decks of our small ships are only two and a half meters tall, the same height as most standing Asocans or Djinaëte Attendants, Drones, and Sisters. They would not have been comfortable on the Valour. Besides, I was happy with the data provided by Dr. Camdu.”

She looked around for any other issued, but most were nodding their heads in agreement.

“To continue, now that we know we can use these antennae on ships this small, we force a dilemma on our peoples as there are at least 14,000 known ships of this size or larger in human space. If you include planets, planetary stations, and isolated platforms, such as Liramor-23, you will add another 2,000 potential units or potentially 16,000 units for humans alone.

“That is significant as this does not include the expected demand for ships from the Greater Sentient Community. This is the reason for this symposium. We need to find a way to delegate significant portions of the frequency spectrum between the Sentient Community otherwise we will only end up interfering with each other’s broadcasts.

“I would like to make three points before the symposium begins. Point one, three of the sentient species use a much higher range of the frequency spectrum than the other nine. As such, I would give them full control over their use of these frequencies and allow them to allocate between the three of them for their use with the exception of the main interplanetary comms feed, which needs to be capable of contacting all participants, and to admonish them to set aside enough of their spectrum for future species.

“Point two, there should only be two units broadcasting from any planet, the common channel, which would include all commercial use of computer, video, entertainment nets, and commercial business nets; and the planet’s governmental channel, which would be used for official uses such as the Military, interspecies communications, emergency communications, interplanetary police communications, and diplomatic communications. Among humans, these particular communications tend to be encrypted with the exception of the emergency channel which, by definition, must be available to all in an emergency.

“The third point is that, other then the main common comms frequencies for interspecies communications, most of our planets deal with our own commercial comms networks. Thus, if we allocate portions of the frequency bands to each of the species, and keep say three specific frequencies for interspecies communications, I think we can give each of the species a significant range of frequencies to use for their own interplanetary communications. We will also have to consider the addition of new species over time.

“That is all I have to say on this issue. I will now turn this meeting over to Dr. Mark Hatten, who is our expert on comms frequency allocations. Dr. Hatten,” Ohi finished.

“Thank-you, Dr. Aruna,” Dr. Hatten said. “As Dr. Aruna has stated, I am responsible for the sharing of the frequency spectrum for use on the various planets of the Union. While we have a limited number of frequencies to use, we can allocate those same frequencies on each of the planets as there was currently no means to interfere with the frequencies of other planets due to the great distances involved. The same should be true of your own planetary use of frequencies. The issue then becomes how to allocate frequencies for Interplanetary use.

“These are the frequencies that humans allocate for commercial use on all of our planets, please note that we could give the same allocation to the ICS but that would interfere with the operations of other species,” that got a little buzz from the delegates who were viewing the spectrum use indicated.

“I would suggest that we leave the planets to deal with their own internal use and provide a single feed from each planet for items that will go to interplanetary commercial use. That feed can then be broken out at the other end to be included within the planets various commercial nets.

“That will leave the stations and working platforms. Those stations that are associated with a planet do not need to have their own frequency; Travesti Ataköy they can work off of the planetary net they are associated with. If they are a company station, they can work off commercial frequencies allocated to the companies by the planet. That will reduce the number of frequencies required and allow the stations to keep in contact with their respective companies and home worlds. Like the government frequencies, the commercial frequencies tend to be encrypted for company security reasons. Thus, a single carrier wave, or frequency, can handle many different company transmissions due to the encryption.

“From there, we will need to allocate the given frequencies available to each of our planets commercial and governmental uses.

“Here is the human proposal for the allocation of these frequencies,” he called up a chart that showed the frequency spread and their uses, with the higher bands allocated to the three species that used them exclusively.

He then turned the floor over to the moderator who was the Toolend Ambassador, Mayute, the most senior ambassador on the platform and a telepath, who would know when someone was trying to bullshit erht.

The debate was lively, and sometimes tense, but the Toolend telepathic ability, along with the presence of Junelliya and Vangeliya in the room, kept things civil and allowed for the symposium to move swiftly. By the end of the day, they had most of the spectrum allocated with the exception of certain commercial uses. That would run into the second day.

By the third day, a rough agreement had been hammered out which the delegates all sent it back to their home worlds, using the recently installed ICS on Liramor-23. It would take several days for their respective home worlds to respond, often returning proposals of their own, but by the end of the week the Greater Sentient Community had a working agreement on the use of the ICS.

The agreement was simple. There would only be two units broadcasting per planet, the commercial and government units. They would be given two frequencies to use as a carrier wave for all of their requirements, one for each unit. The individual governments would be responsible for how they use their carrier waves to transmit data to their people and between their planets.

There would be one carrier frequency that would be used by the Greater Sentient Community as a whole and only used between the planet that had the species governing body on it. The carrier wave would transmit information between governments and major commercial enterprises that would inevitably spring up between the species.

The Government and commercial units would be permitted to broadcast on this special carrier frequency but the control of that transmission would be allocated by the Asocan, the premier scientists of the Greater Community. Any who abused this frequency would be banned from using it for a time.

Because the Djinaëte didn’t have a single governing body operating a designated home world, they would be required to designate a location to receive the interspecies frequency. No other planet would be permitted to use this particular frequency. However, the instant communications capability of the system meant that other planets could have commercial contact between species even if they had to go through the central government to do so.

The Union put their allocated frequencies to immediate use and started placing the new units on all planets and space stations. It would take many years to connect the network to all remote stations and ships but it would significantly improve the ability to communicate between worlds, especially with the internet. Now, it was possible to have internet conversations almost as if you were on the same planet with the person you were communicating with, lag time being less than a quarter of a second, unnoticeable by most.

Aruna Laboratories and their sponsor, Liramor Holdings, would become much, much, richer.

NS Ora Evanest, Liramor-23, Piscium System

The Ora Evanest jumped into the system in the Navy designated lane, late in the morning a month after the Communications symposium had finished.

“Central Control, this is the NS Ora Evanest, Lt. Ishanvi Mehrotra commanding. I have Adm. George Ramison and Adm. Rolland Heist with me. We are requesting docking instructions, over.”

“Central Control, roger, you are authorized to use VIP Docking Bay Two space three, over.”

“Evanest, roger, VIP two slot three. We will be there in twenty minutes, out.”

The ship landed precisely on time and the gantry swung down to clamp onto the side for the VIPs to exit.

They met Fiona in the reception area.

“Good-day, Commodore, permission to come aboard, sir?” Adm. Ramison asked.

“Permission granted, gentlemen. Welcome aboard. This is an unexpected visit, is there a reason?” Fiona asked.

“Two, Fiona, the first is in reference to the ongoing issue of the ASTF. We have an answer from the President, the second is in reference to our friend Wassim Andjuran. If you could ask Fayad and his lovely wives to attend us in the conference room for a private conference, I would greatly appreciate that,” Ramison advised.

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Watch out for those beams of light. You might like it. If you don’t like fur, run like mad.

*

While I was driving to an event one night about a year ago I was abducted. A bright light engulfed my car as I was driving down this dark back country road and the engine quit. I stepped out of the car to check it out and just like in the movies I was drawn up in a beam of light into a spacecraft. Everything else was totally different from the movies and TV stories from that moment on. At that time I was one of a very few abducted under these circumstances as these Aliens had only recently discovered our Planet.

I am no sooner in the space craft than my clothes are removed by invisible hands. I am then pulled onto a broad, thickly cushioned fur covered platform on my back and restrained by wide and soft fur straps around my ankles, upper thighs, chest, shoulders and wrists. The fur straps around my thighs sandwich my cock and scrotum and are rubbing against them.

All the fur was very long and ultra soft. It’s incredible. I never thought much about fur before but I am immediately stiff with my cock sticking straight up in the air engulfed in the fur. I’m proud of my cock as it is rather large and thick and tonight it is quite fine standing up surrounded and caressed by additional wonderful fur that just appears around it. The furs seem to urge it to new heights.

I don’t want to escape as I am lulled by soft humming sounds into a hypnotic, peaceful and wonderfully erotic state of mind. If I didn’t know better I would think it a dream.

I feel sensations around my tool but can see nothing other than some furs floating, moving and wrapping around it. I am going out of my mind with the sensations of the furs around my cock!! They are so soft and stimulating like an ultimate vagina.

I am on the verge of ejaculation when a gorgeous woman materializes on my cock, the furs having mysteriously vanished and my cock is fully immersed in her vagina.

She is very tight and is already moving up and down on my cock slowly squeezing it with her soft vagina while fondling my body with more furs. She is in a hooded fur jumpsuit with cutaways around her vagina and tits.

Another pair of hands, like the cat of Alice in Wonderland appear also fondling my body with even more furs. I can hold back no longer and let loose with the longest ejaculation of my life. It was as if my entire body was being drained. Powerful pulsing shots into this woman’s vagina that seemed to go on forever.

The fur Alien was moaning and shaking as she ground around my cock in a rotational motion, further stimulating me as I ejaculated into her. I think she was having an orgasm. I was sexually satiated beyond any previous intercourse of my life.

Near the end of my ejaculations another woman materializes over my chest and face. She is wrapped in furs except for the area around her breasts where the furs were cut away, exposing them to me for my sucking pleasure. They are firm medium sized tits with large, firm and protruding nipples.

My ejaculations gradually taper off and, though I couldn’t see for the gorgeous tits in my mouth, it felt like a mouth licking and sucking my cock clean. The furs once again engulf my cock. It has softened some but is still half alert.

The woman then kisses me with a deep, wet and penetrating kiss causing my whole body to tingle. Also I feel the furs around my tool moving and fondling it back to full attention. It is soon standing at full attention again.

A different woman dressed in fur materializes on my cock again. They are all in loose fitting fur jumpsuits with hoods and the cut away areas.

There is a soft extra thick small fur hood around the opening behind her vagina which wraps around my scrotum and as we fuck the motion fondles them with the fur. The fur hood like collar around the breasts wraps around my face and as I suck her tits there are hands fur fondling my face.

I think the suites are fully fur lined as well. The women writhe and squirm in them with ethereal smiles. When we kiss the same is true with the hood over her head. Their hair is heavenly and full of large fluffy fur “tails”. They use those to very good effect over my body as they kiss me all over.

The woman who just materialized on my cock is moving in the softest and smoothest way imaginable. It Maltepe travesti is like there is fur inside their vaginas as well.

I am exploding in yet another ejaculation series of pulsing shots. When they climax it is like a musical chorus accompanied by much squeezing of their vagina, shuttering and jerking of their bodies causing a heightening and prolonging of my ejaculations.

After my second copulation another woman materializes on my body in the 69 position and already has my cock in her mouth smoothly sucking on it. Her vagina is as fragrant as flowers and sweet as honey. I devour her and she is humping my face in short order. My tongue is in her and I am biting her sweet button. She jerks away only to shove it back into my face again so I bite her button again only softer and more sustained. She pushes it more forcefully into my face as I suck and lick her. There are soon the sweetest juices flowing all over my face and she turns around and slides my revived cock deep into her.

I start to buck up into her and can feel the end of my cock ramming against her cervix. The thigh straps are loose to let me do this. She lets loose with a loud moan unlike any of the previous women. It was like an echo or chorus.

I suddenly look up into her face and it is a woman down the street from my house!!!

“What are you doing here??” She is still in an ecstatic state and not responding at all. Her orgasm is totally consuming her. I ram her with all my might, slamming against her cervix and she flies into a convulsive orgasm like none I have ever seen. The grunting moans with each ram is accompanied with the chorus which massages my mind to greater ejaculation. My cum is filling her to overflow, running out on my stomach. She collapses on my chest, not dematerialized like the others.

Another mouth, body attached this time, is eagerly licking and cleaned all the juices around my cock making it totally stiff again. After a few moments of recovery for her and me she softly kisses me with a lingering tingling kiss. “You are our love slave. We need you for our healthy procreation and you are doing a marvelous job.”

“You are from down the street from me?”

“You’re correct. I was scouting for likely candidates. None of the other men have worked out very well at all so far except for you. Your sperm is excellent and you offer very stimulating intercourse. You respond to the furs excellently as we had intended.”

“It was a surprise to me but I find them very exciting as well as the sex with you. I don’t know if I can do without them now. I’ll have to get some furs for myself when I get back, that is if you are going to send me back?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You don’t really have to restrain me. I will be ever so willing to participate in this need of yours.” Suddenly the restrains vanish.

“Actually they were kind of exciting. It was very nice to be restrained and ravaged in such a way.”

“Anytime you want them just say Restraints and they will be there.”

I wrap my arms around her rolling her over in the furs, straddling her, simultaneously sliding my stiffened cock deep into her ramming against her cervix once again stroking her tits and grabbing her hair, pulling her to me in a deep and passionate kiss.

She is writhing wildly, screaming and moaning sliding into an ecstatic and orgasmic state. Her juices flowing and she is humping for all she is worth. Each time my cock touches her cervix she lets out with a sharp gasping moan with each stroke.

I increase the rhythm until she is screaming for more. The room is a crescendo chorus and her kisses are sending this same tingling through my body which is increasing my drive and passion making me rather light headed as I am pumping her to orgasm.

I began to shoot more copious loads into her as she increases the intensity of her moaning, kissing me with more tingling kisses. I cannot stop shooting my juices into her. Big load after big load. She suddenly lets go with another writhing , jerking and humping orgasm. Screaming and moaning for all she is worth. The room is like a Cathedral Choir. It feels as if my entire body is being sucked dry but I don’t care for the high state of excitement I am experiencing.

This has become an addiction with the heightened sexual intercourse and the soft fur clad bodies Maltepe travestileri of the women. I suddenly realize I cannot live without it and would gladly die for the last pulsing climax rammed fully into their wonderful tight fur like vagina’s.

By this time I am in every way spent. I couldn’t even get an erection let alone produce sperm.

“What has happened to me?”

“We don’t know. No other man has gone this far with us. We think we have drained you. We hope you will recover. If you recover and want to return just go to the same spot on the road in the evening and blink your lights five times, five seconds then three times.”

“What is with the chorus?”

“We all feel to a lesser extent what any one of us feels. When one of us is in orgasm we all are and responding in kind.”

With that I was “Beamed” back down, fully dressed, beside my car and I was once again alone. When I got in my car and checked the clock only a few minutes had passed and it was the same evening. I started the car and continued on to the event.

While I was there all was totally normal except my memories and the total inability for an erection and scrotum like two small, shriveled raisins.

A woman I knew who has been hitting on me for sometime now that I know wants to make it with me came over. She would normally have me stiff as a fence post with her flirting but left me limp as a dishrag. She normally took pride in doing this to me, liking to see the large bulge in my pants. Tonight she left disappointed. She also seemed ordinary and unsexy to me now.

On return home all was also quite normal.

The following Monday I went to the office for a normal days work with all else quite routine. After several days my mind went back to its normal tasks and I was back into the routine of things not thinking too much of my abduction.

In fact I gradually began to think on occasion that it must have been a dream. Nearly two weeks had gone by when in the middle of the night I awoke from a dream of the abduction where I was fully into intercourse in the furs and awoke shooting cum all over myself and the bed.

I was suddenly very horny and wanted the women passionately, obsessively. I was way beyond the dream and no amount of masturbation would satisfy this craving. It was the deep craving addiction I had realized before being sent back that only much intercourse with the women would satisfy.

I got dressed and was at the site on the darkened road hardly before I realized it. I blinked five times then three and waited.

I was suddenly feeling very foolish. What if it is only a dream. Well, I only have myself to feel silly with.

No sooner was I thinking this than a narrow beam of light shown down beside my car door. I stepped out and was transported as before but with a narrow beam not nearly so bright.

This time the room was filled with beautiful women moving all around me fondling and caressing me and kissing me all over. Every inch of the space was covered with furs and thick blankets of fur floating around free.

I was soon having intercourse as I was being moved, more like floating, still totally surrounded by the fur clad women rubbing and fondling me from all sides. Breasts were in my face for my pleasure. Magnificent tits and sweet vagina’s in my mouth.

I had my arms around a fur clad woman as she humped and moaned to the rhythm of my cock in her. Their fur filled hair was all over me.

I lost track of the orgasms with the women I inseminated or the times I ejaculated. It all seemed seamless and accompanied by their chorus massaging my mind and body.

There were the constant tingling kisses driving me on to new heights and nearly perpetual ejaculation.

During this ecstasy the voice of one woman spoke softly in my ear saying it was no longer just for procreation. They had become addicted to intercourse with me and wanted me as often as I could recover.

After I was spent I was not sent back immediately but was still surrounded by possibly a dozen women or more. They were continuing to fur fondle me and I held and fondled them, caressing their bodies and tits fondling their vagina’s and kissing them passionately. I made as many as I could orgasm without intercourse, sucking vagina after vagina.

“This is a new experience for us that Travesti Maltepe we are unable to do for each other. Our other ships have found a few other men around your planet now that are able to do what you do for us but we have only found two others for us. It is still not enough to keep us all satiated now that you have raised us to this new level of arousal. You had much more semen this time. Please come back as often as you can.”

“I am addicted to you and forever your fur-love slave.”

Subsequent visits after that they pleasured me in all manner of ways. Once when I entered the room they were all tied to posts wearing the thickest furs I had ever seen with their breast and vagina’s exposed as usual. Thicker fur hoods and flaps around their openings as well as their heads. I discovered I could hover as they do on my own. I proceeded to ravage them as they had done to me my first time. I hovered with my cock at their face and they sucked me to full pleasure. Or hover in the 69 position with wonderful results. I sucked their vagina’s as they sucked my cock ravaging them in bondage. They were moaning and screaming with agony and pleasure quite dramatically and, I am sure, quite sincerely, each pleading to be next. They were all wearing different furs which they are doing more creatively now.

On the fifth visit The space was once again filled to nearly overflow with furs and I began taking the ‘suits’ off the women as we joined for copulation. I more actively fur fondled their bodies all over prior to intercourse and as we were engaged.

After that they seldom wore the suites for our activities but only while lounging around after and not always then. Their bodies are flawless.

The time following that the space was much smaller and barely enough space for all our bodies and cushions of thick, soft Russian Sable blankets between us all as I squirmed and wriggled through and into their bodies.This was right after I brought them one. The orgasms were intense and I inseminated every woman that time.

They can replicate any type of fur plus some I’m sure never existed. I am bringing different ones of my preference to them from time to time.

Once I came to an entire room of thickly padded Chinchilla surfaces, platforms and blankets. We had communal intercourse like the second time with all totally wrapped in Chinchilla.

Next time they had a double thick version of the Chinchilla. We sure had a fucking good time in the Chinchilla and have had many more. It’s a fur theme we all like very much.

When we are locked together it is as if I am in their mind and they in mine. I can read their thoughts and connect directly to their passion. I am compelled to satisfy them.

Their thoughts alone are sufficient reward. To share a thought we kiss. The stronger and more passionate the kiss the more complete the thought transfer.

Sucking their vagina has the same results. They like it better since they get an additional orgasm. Their thoughts are as soft as the furs and it is like being encased in furs of the mind. We don’t “talk” much anymore.

This form of abduction you simply don’t hear about because the abducted keep it as their secret. I only share this because of your mutual passion for furs.

Why would I tell any one else? The sexual and loving gratification is its own reward and I certainly have no compulsion to brag about it to just anyone.

I now focus on my work, making as much money as I can to support my new habit. Furs, lots and lots of furs. Also things like concerts and movies or other pleasures in life. I am always totally sexually satiated.

My rejuvenation has shortened to two or three days now and it seems the more I do it the more semen I produce. Any more than a week and my scrotum are so painful that I can’t stand it so my visits are about every four days maximum now.

There are times when I have to do it daily for a few days in a row. This too is happening more often. I also spend more time fondling after being spent now and getting to know them individually and personally, sharing our thoughts. They are equally lovely in mind and spirit as in body.

I bought the piece of property and built a house where I am regularly abducted with an ultraviolet signal light on the roof pointing up so no one driving by or flying over will notice.

My abductors are very happy about that now. I have 15 wives now with as many children on the way, all girls of course.

The Daughters get their own Ship when they come of age and have to recruit their own stud husbands.

Who knows, you may have a lucky abduction one evening.

Good Luck.

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Amateur

Time crawled by all too slowly. Each day was different but the same. Waking to clean myself, then climb on the cold exam table, feeling the latex gloves running over my skin listening to the beep of the machines. Doing various humiliating poses and stretches in the gym, jumping rope swimming, keeping my figure taunt, having every bodily function monitored and enduring the daily cleaning and “relaxation” at the spa though there was nothing relaxing about it. I didn’t want to masterbate. I watched silently as other girls did during our limited free time, or even when they had sex. The first time I saw it was my third day. A girl about 6 months pregnant blond and blue eyed named Roxi approached a smaller asian girl Kiko who was about 3 months. They sat together at dinner talking softly then afterward went over to the nurses station. I didn’t hear what they said but two of the duty nurses followed them to their room. I was curious so I lingered nearby.

Once in the room Roxi took Kikos face in her hands and began kissing her tenderly while the nurses just watched one making notes in her folder while the other just crossed her arms and observed. Both girls sank on to the plush carpeted floor and began necking heavily, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies. I stood leaning against the door frame opposite and began to feel my own hand drift towards my increasingly wet pussy. Slaves making love is not like sex with masters. Masters always assert dominance when slaves have sex its tender and gentle. Roxi, lying next to Kiko began to massage her clit and I felt my hand playing with my own. Then suddenly I felt a girl next to me. She was another one who was 6 months pregnant. Anna was tall and slim like me though her belly and breast were now heavy. She had red hair and the softest cutest blue eyes.

“If you are going to masterbate you need to tell the nurses first or it’s serious trouble.” Anna said softly, her eyes darting to Kiko and Roxi. Kiko, hesitant at first, had spread her legs wide as Roxi positioned her face between them and began licking her tender tight pussy.

“Oh okay what do I do exactly?” I said softly, trying not to look at Anna’s open robe.

I don’t know what exactly my sexuality is. One thing I didn’t like about vanillas was their obsession with labelling it. I had sex with women, the Dame, Helena, and other mistresses and men both doms and slaves. I didn’t like sex with male doms; they were usually rough and mean. Daniel had always been tender but firm. I enjoyed sex with other slave girls when it had happened but it had been a while. Still Anna’s soft smile and lush body were only increasing my horniness. Anna took my hand.

“Follow me” she said.

She led me towards the nurses station where the pretty nurse in her blue scrubs sat typing away at a computer. She looked up as we approached. Anna stopped and gestured me forward.

“Tell her what you want to do.” Anna said softly, her eyes looking straight at me with a hunger in her voice.

I turned to the nurse. “I would like to have sex with Anna.” I said

Anna’s eyes widened and smiled “Yes nurse, I would like to have sex with Jane.”

The nurse nodded. “Okay I will page Kristen and Lucy as well as the duty doctor. Which room?”

“We will use mine” I said.

“Okay go ahead, don’t start until the nurses arrive.” She turned back to her computer.

Anna and I held hands as we walked to my room. When we got there she held up her hand as I leaned in to kiss her.

“Not yet we can’t start until we are observed.” She frowned “You know about the exam after to right?”

“Yes they told me.” I said.

Anna smiled “But you still wanted to go through with it.”

“Yes, because you are beautiful.” I said.

She smiled “Thanks so are you.”

The two nurses, neither much older than me, came over and both came into the room. Neither said anything, but Anna turned to me letting her robe fall to the floor revealing her porcelain skin and pink nipples on her swollen breast over her growing belly. I took her head in my hands and leaned in to kiss her. She returned it and I let my own robe fall to the floor.

We kissed with a passion and I pressed myself gently against her swollen belly as far as I dared. She was so warm. She took my arms and guided me to the bed where I fell onto my back looking up at her beautiful naked body. She smiled and sank to her knees pressing her face to my pubis. She wasn’t aggressive or forceful, she started slowly kissing me gently from my clit down my pussy while her hands lightly traced themselves down my side from just under my breast to my hips then back again. I had been wet before and I felt myself grow more aroused, my breath becoming more ragged.

“Anna..thats…oh.”

Her tongue found my rose and she manoeuvred it with such skill. My legs wrapped around her back gently and my hands found the back of her head as I pushed her into me. I gasped as I felt her tongue lavish me with attention.

The two nurses hovered in the kocasinan escort front of the room observing silently one continuing to take notes. While other girls moved about outside more than a few seemed to linger and watch as I had done to Kiko and Roxi.

I knew from the vanilla world there was something called voyeurism. Watching sex or being watched was somehow perverse. It was a strange idea to me. I felt my orgasm come quickly and I gasped.

“Ohhh..AHHH” and lifted my hips, my back arching as the pleasure washed over me. I had never not been watched when I had sex from my wedding day. My legs opened wide on the altar while Daniel thrusted into me like a bull. Even when we had been alone at our home we knew the Dame had cameras to watch us. Being observed was part of life. Anna climbed onto the bed and I repositioned myself to make space for her. I let my hands run over her smooth supple boy. One hand finding its way to her clit as I began to tease it. Lightly gently coaxing her into bloom. I was rewarded as her breath caught and her eyes became hungry for more. It especially made sense we were observed now I reflected as I rolled on my back urging her to straddle me. She began by straddling my hips rising over me like a fiery haired water nymph. I let my hands over her belly. Six months was when a woman was in the perfect stage of transition, her body flush with fertility yet unrestrained. Yes it made sense we were so closely monitored. We were so valuable to our masters and mistresses.

Anna let me coax her up my body until she slid over my breast and straddled me. It had been a long time since I had serviced a woman, but the Dame had trained me well. My tongue worked as my hands grasped her heavy breast, my fingers teasing her nipples running down her back to her beautiful and firm ass before they climbed her soothe back once more.

“Ohhh…Ahhh…Ahhhhhh.” She sighed. I tasted it as she came.

She sank next to me deeply satiated.

One of the nurses came forward pulling on a pink glove.

“SIde by side girls legs up and open.” She said as the glove snapped on her wrist.

We complied the bed was wide enough we could easily do so, though we were right next to one another.

The nurse began with me as I was closest to her. She was young like me and pretty like all of them. She began by rubbing her gloved finger on my clit which was just beginning to throb again. I sighed as she did so and smiling she slipped a finger into me. Then a second. That felt fine, good even, but then she added a third. It was a bit more uncomfortable especially as she moved them apart causing me to grimace.

“Jane’s vaginal elasticity is good.” She told her colleague who was still writing. She pulled the hand from my vagina and pulled off the glove tossing it in the bin. Then she took her stethoscope and placed it on my heart holding my wrist with her other hand as she did.

“Strong heart beat, and good pulse.”

She fished a new glove from her pocket and walked to the other side of the bed.

She began probing Anna the same way she had probed me. I could see her face better now, the cold neutral expression masking the sadistic glint in her eye as she put a third finger into Anna.

“Ahhh.” Anna squeaked in pain.

“Hmmm Anna is a bit loose.” The nurse said

“I am not surprised, saucy little slut has been in treatment every day last week.” Her colleague said not looking up from her notepad.”

The other nurse checked Anna’s pulse and heart but also placed her stethoscope on Anna’s swelling belly listening intently.

“Foetus sounds nominal.” She said then looking down at us. “Roll over girls butts up, time for temperature check.”

We complied rolling to all fours then placing our heads down our ass’s in the air, legs still spread.

I turned my head and was looking directly at Anna’s pale blue saucer eyes. They were a bit frightened and sad but when she saw me she smiled. I hoped I had been worth what we now had to endure.

Behind us the nurse pulled on a pair of long yellow gloves that went up to her elbow. Her colleague had set the notepad down on a supply cart and begun to do the same.

“Vaginal and rectal.” One nurse said to the other.

“Lubricant?” the other asked.

“What do you think?” the first one said.

“Umm. Who is the duty Doctor tonight?” asked the second.

“Officially the new doctor Klain but Hong is supervising her.” the first replied.

“Huuu better lube them up then, they were both good, asked permission and then waited and submitted.” the second said

“Yup.” the first agreed

As the nurses discussed us we kept our ass’s up. I was already beginning to feel horny again more so when the warm lubricant dripped on me right above my anus then the nurses gloved hand rubbed it across my ass and pussy. I felt a cold touch which I realised was the thermometer entering my ass and another my pussy. The nurses placed both together and then commanded. “Hold them.”

I kolej escort clenched, holding the cool probes within me until the nurse said.

“Alright release.”

I felt her withdraw them and the nurses each remarked on the temperatures.

“Jane’s vaginal temp is a bit high.” One said

“Well she is an eager one.” The nurse closest to me replied.

I felt a gloved hand rubbing my pussy appreciatively much in the same way you would pet a well behaved dog. I sighed and leaned into the stroking. Causing the nurses to giggle.

“Oh such a good girl, well let’s get you over to the doctors.” The nurse said.

We climbed off the bed pulling our robes back on. Not for the first or the last time I reflected on how the small short garments made me feel far more exposed than if I were merely naked.

The nurses led us back through the common area. Most girls were going towards their beds. Those who had treatment or punishment had been returned more than a few weeping. We were led in the opposite direction. There was a small hallway off of the main one which led to four sets of doors each one said “Duty Exam Room.” I took it to be the set of rooms used for exams that took place outside the normal hours. The nurses led us into the first room. I recognized the doctor from our mooring inspections. She was the younger one with brown hair and freckles and sharp brown eyes. Her features were delicate and her body lithe, but I had always noticed a certain sadism in her handling of us. SHe was the one who liked to penetrate my pussy with her ungloved hand and pinch my nipples during morning inspection. Upon seeing her Anna’s face grew a bit worried, but she hid her distress well. The doctor sat next to her desk in her white lab coat. I saw she was reading a bondage magazine with a woman on the cover restrained in a black corset. She looked up as we were led in.

“Well what do we have here nurse?” She asked.

“Anna six months and Jane one month, they had observed sex. We did the initial post intercourse evaluation. All points nominal, except Jane, had a two degree elevation in vaginal temperature. Well within the margin.” the nurse said flatly.

“Oh well looks like we will need a full work up on Jane then, Anna disrobe and get on the table I will start with you.” Dr Klein said

“Yes Doctor.” Anna replied, letting her robe fall to the floor exposing her beautiful body once more.

“Jane, come here.” Doctor Klein beckoned me with her finger.

I did as I was told and walked over to her. She took my chin in her hands and turned my head to one side then the other examining me closely.

“You’re one of Hong’s little pets aren’t you?”

“Yes Doctor. My mistress Dame Olivia employed Doctor Hong as my brood mistress.” I replied with my eyes downcast.

“Oh delicious.” Doctor Klein said. “Nurse could you page Doctor Hong. Tell her I have Jane in Duty Exam 4 and will be giving her a full work up. Invite her to supervise.” she continued.

“Yes doctor,” The nurse said before leaving the room.

“Now Nurse the charts.” Doctor Klein said.

The other nurse handed the folders to her and she looked over them carefully, nodding.

“Okay I will give Anna her exam, while you prep Jane.” she said to the nurse before turning to me. “Jane, we will need to give you a full sexual stress test and compare your base line readings with the new ones. So disrobe now.”

I did as I was told, letting my robe fall to the floor. The cold air pricked my skin and I fought the urge to cover myself as Dr Klein eyed me like a piece of meat. Her face twisting into a smile very similar to that of a Cat that had found a small and helpless creature.

“Oh you are a lovely one.” Klein said “Nurse. Level 3 nipple and labia clamps for Jane.”

“Yes Doctor” the nurse said, taking me next to the wall where a number of clamps and small silver weights were already laid out.

I stood against the wall and watched as Klein pulled on her white mask and began pulling on long yellow latex gloves that went up to her elbow.

While Anna lay on the table her beautiful body shimmering under the bright lights. She flinched at the loud snap of the doctor’s gloves.

“Well my dear Anna, here you are again. You just can’t keep your legs closed can you.” Doctor Klein said, placing her hand on Anna’s thigh.

I was well positoned to watch standing at attention against the wall, my eyes flickering to the materials the nurse was preparing. I watched as Dr Klein let her hand travel up Anna’s thigh and begin to fondle her pussy. Letting two fingers slide over the outer edges of her labia then begin to gently stroke Anna’s clit. Anna took a gasp of air as Dr Klein gently fondled her, Anna’s eyes also flickered to me.

The nurse came in front of me and placed a cold round metal probe about the size of a coin on my left nipple. I gasped but stayed at attention as she did the same to my right nipple. This caused both of my nipples to harden and stand konya escort up. This is what the nurse wanted her gloved finger grasping my left nipple first pinching it.

“Breath” she said

She took the alligator clamp and clipped it on. I grimaced in pain but tried to remain silent. She then did the same to my right. This time I could not help but let out a soft cry of pain. I cried again as she placed the small lead weight in the middle of the chain that connected the clips causing them to pull on my sore nipples.

“Such a lovely sight isn’t it.” Klein said, sliding her hand up across Anna’s body to turn her head to look directly at me. Klein slid her hand back down Anna’s body and gently began to penetrate her. “Oh yes the sight of your partner for your latest sexcapade in pain is getting you nice and wet Anna.” Doctor Klein said sinisterly.

The other nurse returned at this point. “Dr Hong will be down in a few minutes Dr Klein, but she would like you to start.” she said.

“Excellent, get started on Anna’s breast while I take the sample.” Klein said.

The nurse who was working on me wasn’t done. At this point she knelt down and gently pushed my thighs to have me widen my legs. I complied. She pinched my labia and I tried to breath through it, but. “Ahhhh!” I cried as I felt the clamp. Then again “Ahhhh.” The weight was not so bad but over time I could tell this would become extraordinarily painful. The nurse briefly rose to take an egg shaped and egg sized chrome metal object from her tray. She knelt again and began to tease my pussy.

I tried to focus on what was happening to Anna to distract myself. The nurse working on Anna was conducting a breast exam focusing on teasing Anna’s nipples while the doctor was taking swabs of her vagina. She had taken three already. I then felt the cold metal as the nurse began to push the egg into me.

“”Ohhh…ooooo.” I said as I felt it enter me.

“Clench” the nurse ordered. I did as I was told.

“Now hold it.” the nurse said, rising and turning to put on her own long yellow gloves and face mask.

“Jane is prepped doctor.” she said

“Very good. Now let’s see here.” Klein said holding up a wicked speculum that she began to slide slowly into Anna.

The beautifully pregnant girl whimpered in pain as it entered her. I could not help but grow wet at the scene unfolding in front of me. Anna laying on the table unrestrained but compliant as the gloved and masked medical team worked on her. The other nurse who had been dealing with me rolled a EKG machine over to Anna and began attaching probes to her body. The first nurse continued to molest her swollen breast while Dr Klein took more swabs from inside Anna’s vagina that was pulled open by the silver metal speculum. Then Dr Hong walked in the open door. Her hair up in a neat bun with two chopsticks stuck through it and her thick rimmed dark glasses adding to her stern allure.

“Ahhh I see we have things well underway Jessica.” Dr Hong said taking a pair of pink exam gloves from the dispenser near the door, and pulling them on with a snap.

“Yes Doctor Hong.” Klein replied removing the speculum from Anna “We were just about to conduct a vaginal elasticity test then undertake a standard post coital comparative test. Jane’s vaginal temperature was slightly elevated and as this was her first coital experience with us I ordered her to be prepped for a full work up.”

“Very good Doctor Klein ” Dr Hong said, pulling on her mask and walking over to me. “What number does this make for Anna for coital encounters while she is with us?” Dr Hong began to palpate my breast. I stood still as I could at attention like the good slave I was.

“This will be Anna’s 63 post sexual encounter examination.” Dr Klein said pulling out a chrome instrument that looked like a fist size egg with a long screw on the end.

“Well Jane it appears you popped your cherry here with our resident slut.” Dr Hong said as her hand manoeuvred over my pussy. “Was it fun?” she asked, probing the egg in me causing me to gasp.

“Yeeeesss..Doctor” I managed to reply my eyes downcast.

“Well,” Dr Hong said smiling “Jane looks ready, now let’s get to it on Anna.”

“Certainly Dr Hong.” Doctor Klein said, sliding the egg into Anna’s vagina.

“Ahhhh. AHHhhhh. AHHHHH!!!” Anna cried as it entered her until there was the small pop of the probe fully entering her.

“Beginning elasticity test.” Dr Klein said she turned the screw slowly causing the probe to open like a four part flower unfolding.

“Ahhhh.” Anna gripped the bars of the stirrups, her knuckles turning white.

“AHHHhhh.” She cried, closing her eyes.

The nurses were not ideal. One was monitoring Anna’s chest with a stethoscope while the other palpated and tweaked her breast.

“Doctor patient is experiencing increased heart rate.” One nurse said

“Let’s get an O2 mask on her.” Dr Klein said

Doctor Hong stood opposite of me, her arms crossed smiling as she watched Dr Klein work on Anna.

One of the nurses took a medical oxygen mask and put it over Anna’s face as Dr Klein continued to turn the screw.

“AHHHHHhhh.”

“AHHHHHHHH.”

Anna began to cry. Tears running down her cheeks. “Mmmm Nooo please doctor.” she whimpered.

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Mature Sisters Pt. 02

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Blue Eyes

So, with several days holiday to go, wild thoughts were going through the sisters heads.

They were certainly going to visit the wine bar again.

They’d already decided, in the hope of meeting the same two guys they’d had sex with before.

They got up in the morning, and again Elsie had wet the bed.

“You’ve wet the bed again, you slut,” said Brenda.

“Yes, I couldn’t be bothered to get up,” she said.

“Lay on your back then, so that I can lick your cunt,” said Brenda, “you know how I love it when it’s wet, and sticky, and you haven’t washed it. Lift your legs up.”

“I like it too, you know I do, even though you’ve got a tampon in, I can still suck your clitty,” said Elsie, who lay on her back, and lifted her legs up, her upper thighs resting on her chest, her hands behind her knees, holding her legs in place, and her crutch open, and vulnerable.

Brenda looked down at her massive open vagina.

Her labia parted, and clitoris erect with the expectation of what was to come.

……………

Both sisters were gifted with a generous clitoris, and labia, as already mentioned, probably due to all the attention they’d received with each other over the years.

Their labia were 3″, maybe 4″ long, and they folded up when they had their panties on.

Their clitoris’s when aroused were easily 4″ long, and stood erect held only by the skin underneath, pulling back the skin of the hood to expose the sensitive head, almost like a small penis, so suckable.

……….

As already mentioned, as far as work colleagues were concerned, they were well spoken, ‘nice’ ladies, but during their fun times, they loved to use naughty language.

……………

Anyway, with Elsie laying there with all her feminine sex on show, Brenda went down between her open thighs, and felt her stiff clitoris, squeezing it, and running her fingers up and down it’s sticky, slippery length.

Elsie started gasping as she began to orgasm.

“Oh! Fucking lick it, suck it, make me come..don’t tease me you bitch,” she cried out.

Brenda went down, and continued to tease her, licking her pouting anus first, opening it with her fingers, and pushing the tip of her tongue just inside the rim, all the time squeezing Elsie’s throbbing clitoris.

Brenda moved her tongue along her sticky slit, tasting the nights urine, finally settling on her clitoris.

She sucked on it, like she was sucking a guys penis.

Elsie went wild, and began to pee yet more urine, her flow gushing everywhere, uncontrollably.

Brenda pursed her lips over the swollen urethral mound, and sucked, swallowing as much urine as she could, then returned to the pulsating clitoris.

Elsie’s body was shaking with a really strong orgasm, almost continuous.

“Oh! Shit, fuck, fuck,” her voice disappearing into gasps.

Finally after about 5 minutes, Brenda came up the bed, and kissed Elsie opening her mouth, and dribbling her urine tasting saliva into her mouth.

A few minutes later, having got her breath back, Elsie looked into Brenda’s eyes.

“It’s your turn now, I’m going to tease you, like you did me, you fucking bitch,” she said,” get on your back.”

She shuffled down the bed, and took up the same position as Elsie, with her legs pulled up to her chest, her backside exposed, and all her wares on show, and vulnerable.

As Brenda had done previously, Elsie began to massage her slippery clitoris with her fingers, while she moved down, pushing her tampon string to one side, and spent several minutes licking her anus.

Urine was trickling down, and as Eslie licked it, she was also getting a drink!

She moved up, passing the stained tampon with her tongue, around her trickling urethral opening, and sucked hard on the throbbing clitoris.

Already Brenda was shaking, her breath gasping.

“Oh! Yes….yes…..fuck….fuck, I’m coming….ooooh!”

Her orgasm lasted for quite some time, during which she lost control, and pee spurted everywhere, all the time Elsie was sucking hard, and licking the sensitive clitoral head.

Afterwards, Brenda lay getting her breath back.

“I lost control didn’t I,” she said.

“I should say so,” replied Elsie,” you pissed everywhere.”

“I need to get up,” said Brenda,” I need a shit, ooh! It’s coming.”

She slid off the bed, and Elsie caught sight of her anus begining to open.

“Hurry up then, you’re almost doing it, you fucking slut,” she said.

Brenda hurried to the bathroom, just making it, as she began to go, sitting down as she emptied her bowels.

Elsie shouted out,” I’ll make a pot of coffee, and make some breakfast, but don’t be long, I need to have a shit soon.”

Brenda didn’t have time to pick up a pair of panties on the way to the bathroom, she had been in such a hurry to get to the toilet, so she got a used pair from the wash basket.

Without wiping herself she put them on, and went to the kitchen.

Elsie had put on a pair of panties herself.

Breakfast was ready, and as she sat down, Elsie noticed Brenda was wearing her own kırıkkale escort used panties.

“Are you wearing my dirty panties, you fucking slut?” she asked,” and I bet you’ve not wiped your arse.”

“No I haven’t,” replied Brenda,” your undies were on top of the bin, so I used them, and they’re still a bit sticky from your come juice.”

Elsie smiled.

“Oh! Well, get breakfast,” she said.

They sat down, and enjoyed croissants, coffee, and fruit, discussing what they’d do today.

Of course, mostly, their chat was sexual.

“I really fancy meeting those guys again, and getting my arse fucked if they agree,” said Elsie.

“Yes, I really fancy that,” said Brenda,” having a mans cock up my arse.”

As they sat chatting, Elsie had forgotten that she’d needed to follow her sister to the toilet, and let out an enormous fart.

“Fuck, that was a good’un, be careful you don’t follow through,” said Brenda.

“Oooops, I think I have, Oh! Dear..I think I should have gone earlier,” she said.

“You’d better go now, you dirty cunt….you’re stinking the kitchen out.”

Elsie got up very slowly, and sure enough, she had ‘followed through’, as Brenda had put it.

At the back of Elsie’s panties there was a flat, dark stain, flattened, as she’d been sitting.

She headed for the bathroom, still leaking.

“Oh! Well,” she said,” I’m a mess now, so what the heck.”

As she walked she relaxed her anus, and let go, filling the back of her panties.

Sitting on the toilet, she finished, without taking her panties down, and filled them, watched by Brenda.

Afterwards, she stood up, her panties hanging down at the back.

“You’ve really followed through,” Brenda said.

Elsie stepped into the shower, and Brenda helped her remove them, leaving poo streaks all down her legs. Then she cleaned her, before they both had a shower.

“I bet you enjoyed that, you dirty slut,” she said.

“I did, feeling my shit slithering around my arse cheeks,” said Elsie.

They enjoyed the hot water running down their bodies, and washed their hair.

“Oh!,” said Brenda, as she looked down, “you’re bleeding.”

Elsie looked down, and saw the red streaks, mixed in with the water, running down her thighs.

“Oh! Fuck, I’ve come on,” she exclaimed.

She knew that this could happen anytime.

She was approaching, if not already, going though her menopause, which made her periods so irregular.

“Oh! Well, we’ll both get arse fucked tonight, if those guys are at the wine bar tonight, and if their willing…..we’ll both have tampons up our cunts, so they won’t have a choice,” said Elsie.

“Guess so,” said Brenda,” but I ain’t complaining.”

She washed Elsie’s vagina, putting two fingers inside, and then they dried themselves.

As they left the bathroom, Brenda grabbed two tampons from the box on the sideboard in the hallway, one for herself, and one for her sister.

In the bedroom, she inserted one into Elsie’s vagina, then squatted down to remove her own used one, and let Elsie insert a the new one into her vagina.

It was a gorgeous day, so they stayed naked.

Their apartment faced toward the morning sun, and had a small balcony.

When they opened the french doors, they could sit in two easy chairs, and sunbathe, without being overlooked, and still remain inside the apartment.

They had a bottle of wine, and sat, and relaxed.

“I hope those guys are into arse fucking,” said Brenda.

“Me too, I really fancy a nice cock up my arse,” said Elsie.

It was so nice to just lay in the easy chairs, and relax, the sun shining down on their naked bodies.

They poured another glass of wine, and Brenda looked over to Elsie, who was squeezing her right breast, moving her fingers around her nipple.

It was getting erect.

As mentioned earlier, they both had ample nipples, and she was coaxing hers.

It got harder as she pulled on it, till it was fully erect, maybe 1″-1 1/2″.

She put her glass down, and worked on her left nipple at the same time, until that too was standing out.

She squeezed them hard.

“Oh! This feels so good,” she said.

Brenda started playing with her nipples as well, and soon hers were sticking out, as long as her sisters.

While she pulled on them, with her left hand, she reached down, opening her thighs, and rubbed her clitoris.

Elsie copied her, and they both began to enjoy orgasms.

“Oh! This is so fucking good,” said Brenda.

“M’mmmm, Oh! Yes,” gasped Elsie.

Maybe twenty minutes passed, before they stopped playing with themselves.

They lay back, to rest, and had some more wine.

“I love your body sis,” said Brenda.i

“I love yours too,” she replied.

They lay still for a while, legs open, their clits swollen, and nipples poking forward.

“I’m going for a piss,” said Elsie, and she got up, and headed for the toilet, alone!

Several minutes later, she returned, carrying a glass.

“I bought you a drink,” she said, handing it to Brenda.

The kırklareli escort glass felt warm, and she knew what it was.

She raised it to her lips, a began to drink it.

She’d always loved Elsie’s urine, and vice versa.

She didn’t drink it all, leaving half a glass.

Brenda stood up, and without leaving the room, moved behind her chair, half squatted, and held the glass beneath herself, and refilled it, mixing her pee with Elsie’s.

She drank some of the mixture, and handed it to Elsie.

She looked at the rim of the glass, and found where Brenda had drank from.

There was a lot of saliva, which she’d dribbled, on purpose, and then she took a large mouthful, dribbling as well.

They took it in turns, until the glass was empty, each of them keeping some in their mouths, which obviously meant they were going to kiss, mouths open, lots of tongue action, and exchanging of urine, and saliva, made more enjoyable for Brenda, as Elsie had not put her dentures in yet, and she loved licking inside her mouth.

“It’s getting bloody hot here, let’s go in, and have some lunch, and we can watch some films later,” said Elsie.

Brenda agreed and they retired into the kitchen.

Being so warm, another salad was in order, and they prepared the necessary ingredients, then sat down to enjoy the feast, including wine of course.

“That glass of piss was nice,” said Elsie.

“Yes,” said Brenda,” and especially when we mixed it.”

They continued eating, and chatting, and after washing the plates, went to see what films were on the tv., staying naked of course.

So for the next few hours, they sat in the lounge, watching the tv.

They only took breaks to empty their bladders, not in the toilet though, but mixing it as before, into a large jug, which they drank from in their wine glasses.

After watching a film, suddenly Elsie remembered they had some vhs sex videos, naughty, quite explicit tapes they hadn’t seen for a while.

She went to fetch them.

“Let’s see what we’ve got,” she said.

They had half a dozen.

She put one in, and they sat back to enjoy it, drinking glasses of pee from the jug, which was still warm.

They commented on the film, as they watched it.

“Look at that woman swallowing three mens come at the same time, filthy whore,” said Brenda,” I wouldn’t mind doing that.”

“Me too,” said Elsie.

Then there were two lesbians, a very mature female, about 60 years old, and a middle aged woman, around 40+ years of age.

There was a lot of open mouthed kissing, tongues, and saliva.

“I love that, ” said Brenda.

“I remember this one, see what they do next,” said Elsie.

On the film, the older female was masturbating, rubbing her clitoris.

As she rubbed, she had an orgasm, and urine was trickling down her vulval valley.

The younger female noticed it, and went down to lick and suck her wet vagina, and of course, swallow the urine.

Having got her mouth wet, and sticky, she went up and they engaged in an open mouthed kiss, with loads of saliva.

“Just like us,” said Brenda.

Then they watched a guy, pushing his ample penis in a females anus.

“Maybe us tonight,” said Elsie.

They watched a load more porn, eagerly rubbing their clittys while they enjoyed other peoples fun and games, both of them wetting themselves.

They didn’t want to leave the room, and miss anything, a good job their chairs were protected.

They decided to have a light tea, just sandwiches, and coffee, then another

quick shower, and they replaced their used tampons for new ones.

Then they got dressed, almost the same as before, but at Elsie’s suggestion, they agreed to wear stockings and suspenders, and loose panties.

They wore their summer skirts, thin t-shirts, and a light cardigan, as before.

Of course their erect nipples were clearly visible through the material of the t-shirts

Elsie put her dentures in.

…………….

The time came to leave for the wine bar arrived, so they took a slow stroll, because of the warm weather, hoping the guys would be there, and they’d be up for some anal fun.

They arrived at the winebar, and found it surprisingly quiet, so they ordered some wine, and sat chatting.

Slowly a few people entered the bar, apparently there had been a football match on the television, a big cup match.

The sisters had more wine, and then, wow!, the two guys arrived, and spotted them straight away.

They bought themselves some wine, and bought two more for Brenda, and Elsie.

They chatted for quite some time.

“We really enjoyed our fun last time, you’re a couple of sexy girls, and good looking as well, ” said the older man.

“Thanks, always nice to get compliments,” said Brenda.

Eventually the chatting got around to sexual matters.

Elsie discreetely lifted her skirt, enough to expose her stocking tops, which well pleased the guys.

“Nice,” said the older one.

“I thought you’d like that,” she said.

“Are kırşehir escort we going to the car park again?” he asked.

“If you like,” said Brenda,” but I need to tell you something first.”

“Ok!,” said the younger guy.

“We’re both on our periods, so you can’t fuck our cunts,” she said,” because we’ve got tampons in, so instead, if you like, you can arse fuck us.”

They looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.

“Sure,” said the older guy,” we’re up for that.”

“But, whatever we do, can we take it a bit slower than last time, make it last eh!,” said Elsie.

They readily agreed.

More wine was drank, and they chatted for a while longer.

“Shall we go outside then,” said Elsie.

“We’ve had a lot to drink,” said the younger guy,” I need a piss.”

“Do it outside, so we can watch,” said Brenda.

They agreed, and being dark outside, they left the building, and went to the rear of the car park, as before, where it was more private.

The men got their cocks out, and prepared to urinate.

The sisters both had an idea, at the same time, and as they started to pee, they went, and took hold of each spurting penis.

In midstream, Elsie bent forward, and took the young guys in her mouth, and drank his hot pee.

Brenda followed her sisters lead, and took the older guys in her mouth, swallowing his pee.

“Oh! Fuck,” he said.

“M’mmm,” was all the younger one could utter.

When they’d finished, Elsie, and Brenda stood up licking their lips.

“We certainly weren’t expecting that, you two are a right naughty pair, what else do you get up to, tell us more,” said the older guy.

“We do anything that’s naughty, and you ought to know, we’re sisters,” said Brenda, as she approached Elsie, and they kissed, open mouthed, and lots of tongues.”

“Wow! Sisters…..fuck.!”, said the older guy,” and you have sex with each other?”

“Yes we do,” said Brenda.

“We’d love to watch you, and maybe join in,” he said.

“Maybe that could be arranged,” the sisters agreed.

“Anyway, you seem to like piss fun,” he said,” you’ve watched us piss, can we watch you?”

“Of course,” said Brenda, who lifted her skirt, drew down her panties, and squatted, her legs open.

They all watched as a long arc of urine gushed forward.

It excited the men so much, their penis’s stood out from their trousers, bobbing up, and down.

When she’d finished, she stood up, without wiping, and the remains trickled down over her stockings.

It was Elsie’s turn now.

She lifted her skirt, and standing, she bent forward, without lowering her panties, and wet herself, urine flooding through the gusset, and running down her legs.

“Oh! Wow! That’s so sexy,” said the younger guy.

“Ok! It’s arse time, if you’re still up for it,” said Elsie.

“Up for it, I should say so,” said the older guy.

The sisters lifted their t-shirts, so that their pendulous breasts hung free, as they bent forward, leaning their hands on the back fence of the car park for support.

The guys made sure their skirts were lifted right up, and their panties were stretched

between their knees.

Thighs open, the tampon strings hung down, soaking wet.

“We need a bit of lubrication lads,” said Elsie.

They didn’t really, as their anal openings were well stretched normally.

She just wanted to see what the guys would do.

To her, and Brenda’s surprise, they leant down,and began licking their pouting rims.

“Oh! Yes, that’s what we like, m’mmmm,” sighed Brenda.

Within a couple of minutes, the guys were wiggling their throbbing organs against their sensitive rims.

One push, and their bulbous heads passed their anal sphinters.

“Oh! Yes…..yes, all the way in,” whimpered Brenda.

“Right up hard,” said Elsie,” don’t fuck us yet, push as hard as you can, and leave it still.”

The guys reached round, and played with the hanging breasts, pulling on the swollen nipples.

“I can’t hang on much longer,” said the younger guy,” I’m about to explode,” as he pushed hard into Brenda’s rectum.

She pushed down, as if she was going to do a poo, and wriggled her bottom.

That was enough, and he came in her, his legs shaking.

At that same moment, the older guy came as well, thrusting in and out, ramming hard into her.

“Leave your cocks in,” said Elsie,” let them go soft.”

“But I will need another piss,” said the older guy.

“Ok! Do it then,” she said,” piss up my arse.

As soon as she said that, he pulled her close.

“Here it comes,” he said, and she felt her rectum swelling.

The younger guy followed suit, and although he couldn’t do much, was happy to deposit as much of his hot urine as he could into her.

After several minutes, their cocks slipped out, and the ladies, pulled up their panties quickly, before any of the valuable cargo could escape.

But obviously, fluids started to leak out.

The older guy got a piece of paper from his top pocket, and a small pencil, and wrote his phone number on it.

“Can we meet again, and maybe you could come to our house,” he said

Elsie looked at Brenda.

“We’d love to…..lots of naughties?”

“Oh! Yes,” he said.

With that, the sisters headed home, following a quick cherrio, as their bottoms were now leaking quite a bit.

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Note from the author: Apologies to readers for the long delay. The final handful of chapters is coming in the next few weeks. (Thought there may be a sequel for these characters–if you’d like to see that, LMK in the comments.)

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It was fucking glorious. It was amazing. It was gloriously fucking amazing. I was kneeling between Kat’s legs and finally, finally, licking her pussy. I had built this moment up in my mind for days, and now it was finally here. I had been so worried about it–so sure that I wouldn’t know what to do, or that I’d be scared. But Kat and Dr. Popova had led me here, prepared me, yes, even taught me what I’d need to do, and now… There was only me and Kat, her hands on my head, guiding me. Her pussy, wet and open and wonderful. My mouth, tongue, lips, hungry, thirsty, eager to dive in as deep as I could. That was all there was.

Except of course for Lisa. There was Lisa too. Sitting on the other side of the room, watching, naked except for the robo-bra Kat had locked her into. Her hands were cuffed in front of her so she could play with her robo-nipples, which transmitted her pinches, caresses, strokes and squeezes to my robo-bra, paired over the network to hers.

Oh and also, my cock cage, programmed to stroke. My ball cuff and anal probe were working too.

So ok, it was only me and Kat and Lisa and her devices and my devices.

Still, it was amazing. So amazing that I almost completely forgot about everything else that was going on. I was just thinking about Kat and her pussy, about how much I wanted to make her cum.

Lisa wasn’t going to let me forget about her though. I was just about lost to the world when I felt a sudden searing pain in my nipples, which made me groan. I heard Lisa behind me groaning too. She must be torturing her own nipples, just to inflict the pain on me. That distracted me for a moment, and the thought made me aware of how hard I was, how much I wanted to cum. Then Kat grabbed my head and pulled me back in, and I got lost in her pussy again.

Kat was into it. She whispered encouragement to me, but mostly she made little happy contented sounds. Moaning. Sighing. Her hands were in my hair, stroking, guiding my head, slowing me down, speeding me up, using me for her pleasure.

I became aware of Lisa moving around, heard her walk up behind me. I felt Kat look up at her–maybe they exchanged a glance, and I heard Kat say, “Yes, take the paddle.”

I wasn’t sure what Lisa was up to until I heard the sound of a paddle hit something and felt my balls explode in pain.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted. “What was that?”

“I have the paddle now, Mr Tits,” Lisa said from behind me. Fuck. The paddle was linked to my ball cage–whenever it hit something, it transmitted a simulated paddle hit to my cage.

“I’m just smacking it against the counter over here,” she said. “Doesn’t hurt me at all!” she teased.

I heard it slam against the counter again, and my cage squeezed so hard it took my breath away.

Kat said, “Nurse, you can torture him, but don’t interrupt what he’s doing over here to me.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Lisa said, resuming her role.

I got back to work, spreading Kat’s pussy wide with my fingers, trying hard to make her feel good. Trying hard to please her, despite the chaos and the pain in my balls and my nipples.

I heard Kat say, “Oh god, that feels good.”

Then, “Hit him again, Nurse. I like it when you hurt him.”

Lisa slammed the paddle again, sending shock waves through me. I felt nauseous. My eyes watered. Then Lisa started a slow, steady rhythm with the paddle, even as she continued with her other hand to work her robo-bra, sending sensations to my nipples while she tortured my balls. I tried to fight through it, to match Lisa’s rhythm to please Kat’s pussy with my mouth, my fingers.

Finally, after I don’t know how long, my cock dripping in its cage, my balls aching, I heard Kat say, “Oh god, JB, I’m gonna cum…”

I heard Lisa behind me moan too, felt her fingers sending hard robot-pinches to my nipples. I felt Kat tense up, press my head hard against her pussy. I zeroed in on kızılay escort her clit, focusing all my attention– lips, tongue–and she just… exploded.

“Oh fuck, JB!” She shuddered over and over and over, and I backed off, staying between her legs but giving her a chance to enjoy her orgasm.

After a moment, Lisa said, “Oh god that was hot.” Then, “You did a good job, Mr. Tits.”

Kat said, “He DID do a good job, Nurse.”

Kat looked at Lisa for a moment, then looked down at me, still waiting between her legs. She rubbed her hands in my hair affectionately, then stood, stepping around me.

Lisa made a big pouty face and held up her hands as Kat approached and said, “Is it my turn, Doctor? Are you going to release me?”

“It might be your turn, Nurse,” Kat said, “or it might be his turn.” She walked over to her box of toys and picked another box out of it. “One of you is about to get fucked.”

She pulled out a box labeled DT-88. She opened it and pulled out a double-ended dildo, with a big flared base in the middle. I looked at it for a moment, then realized that it was designed to fit into the opening of her belt. She’d be able to insert one end in her pussy, then use the other end to…

I looked at Lisa. She looked at me. Oh, shit.

She walked over to Lisa and held one end of the double cock close to Lisa’s face. Then started tracing it down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, finally holding it just out of reach of Lisa’s pussy.

Kat said, “Nurse, I haven’t used this toy yet. I do expect it to be wonderful though. Do you want to feel this inside of you?”

“Oh god, Doctor, yes!” Lisa said, really leaning into her role. “Please fuck me with your toy!”

Kat stepped back. She walked back over to the couch and lay back, spreading her legs, showing her pussy through the opening in her chastity belt. She teased one end of the cock against her pussy, rubbing it up and down, getting it wet, and slowly pressing the tip inside of her. Then she slid it out again and held it up.

“Which one of you wants to lick this clean for me?” Kat asked.

Lisa and I, at the same time, said, “Me!”

“Both of you! On your knees,” Kat said. “Crawl to Lisa’s bedroom. Whoever gets there first gets to lick the toy, the other one gets fucked.”

Wait, what? Lisa’s bedroom? What was she talking about? Then I saw Lisa get down on her hands and knees and start heading down the hall. I didn’t wait to ask, I just took off on hands and knees after her. She was ahead of me on all fours, and her bare ass was up in the air and her bare pussy was right in front of me at eye level. I didn’t have time for lust though. I had a race to win! I caught her easily. Her cuffed hands made her slow, but I couldn’t get past her because the hallway was so narrow. Instead, I just pushed up behind her, slamming my face into her pussy, trying to knock her down so I could get past her.

But it didn’t work. She’d beaten me into the room.

Now that we were there, I looked around. Kat had called this this Lisa’s room? Did I imagine that? Lisa and I were still on our knees, and she wouldn’t meet my eye.

Kat walked in next and I looked at her, the question on my face as my eyes met hers.

She seemed suddenly less in control of the situation than a moment ago. She said, “Um… OK, JB, I guess this isn’t the best time to tell you this, but, um…”

“This is my room, Jonathan,” Lisa said. Her flirty girl persona was gone. “Just tell him, Kat.”

Kat looked at me awkwardly. Lisa was staring at her intently, waiting for Kat to speak. The playful, sexy mood was broken, but my devices were still pounding away on my cock. It was… weird.

Finally, Kat broke the silence. “It’s true, JB,” she said. “This is Lisa’s room. We live together. I mean, until you came over to stay. That’s when Lisa moved downstairs to an empty apartment that a friend loaned us. This was a few days ago. We wanted to make room for you.”

After a moment, I said, “OK, but why the secret? How come you never told me about her?” I paused, and then in a flash, I wondered… “Wait, are you two…?”

Lisa kızıltepe escort said, “Jonathan, there’s a lot we haven’t told you…”

“We thought it would be better for your treatment,” Kat said, interrupting.

I saw the two of them exchange looks. There was more. I waited. Looking at them. It was super awkward. Finally, Lisa said, “Yes, Jonathan. I’ve been helping Kat with your treatment. And you’re doing so very well.”

It was weird to hear her call me Jonathan. I was used to her flirting with me and taunting me. Robe Boy. Mr. Tits. It was like her whole personality had changed. And the way she said ‘Jonathan’ felt soothing. It reminded me of the way Dr. Popova said it. Confident. Unhurried. Authoritative. It made me feel calmer.

“Kat,” she said in that same tone of voice, “Please unlock me. I think we’re done for the night. I want to sleep, and I want to sleep here in my bed.”

Kat looked at her, looked at me, and then sighed. “Fine,” she said. She seemed defeated, and I felt bad for her—-I wasn’t even sure why. Then she said, “But he sleeps with me.”

Lisa just nodded. It hadn’t even occurred to me that sleeping arrangements were open for discussion. I mean, I barely knew Lisa–though I guess maybe Kat wanted to clarify because I’d been using Lisa’s room? Whatever.

Kat reached for her phone. A few taps later and Lisa’s hands were free. Another few taps and my devices went quiet.

Lisa said, “Jonathan, we owe you more of an explanation, but if you don’t mind, let’s do that in the morning. We could all use some sleep.”

“OK,” I said. “That’s fine.”

Actually, it wasn’t fine with me, but everything was so awkward, I didn’t know what else to say.

Lisa said, “Don’t worry. I think you have a few things to look forward to…” She was still wearing a mask, but her eyes were smiling. “Now you two get out of here. I want to get my pajamas on and get in bed. I’ve missed sleeping in my own bed.”

—

“Are you OK?” I asked Kat when we had settled in bed. The lights were off. I was wrapped around her, hugging her from behind, the big spoon. My caged cock pressed against her ass, though I was trying not to focus on that. I was beyond horny from what had happened earlier. Fuck, from what had been happening for so long now.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sorry, JB. I was gonna tell you soon. It’s just…” She paused.

I waited as the silence got longer and more awkward. I felt bad for her. “Complicated?” I offered, just to break the silence.

She laughed. “More than you know,” she said.

“You and Lisa?” I asked.

“Look, JB,” she said. “Lisa and I are close. Very close. I promise to explain. For now though, just trust me that I want you. I want you here. I think we can be good together.”

“I feel like there’s more that you’re not telling me,” I said.

Kat seemed to think about that. Then she rolled over to face me. “Are you having a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to go?”

“No, Kat. I want to stay.”

“OK, then trust me for a little while longer.”

I thought about what that would mean, how the next few days would play out. What we’d say to Dr. Popova. Oh shit! I suddenly realized that we were going to have to tell Dr. Popova about this. An immense feeling of anxiety came over me.

“Kat, does Dr. Popova know that Lisa is your roommate? Does she know that she is helping you with my treatment?”

“JB,” she sighed, “Dr. P knows everything.”

===

It took me a long time to get to sleep. First of all, I was horny. I was always horny. I’d been teased a thousand different devious ways. And even though my devices were off, they were still locked in place–ass, balls, cock, even the fucking bra. I played back the images of Kat and Lisa in my mind. Lisa in her nurse’s outfit. Lisa getting her pussy spanked on the couch. Oh god that was hot. The memory made my cock try mightily to bust out of the cage, but all it did was ache inside its prison. And my poor balls ached–from the paddle, from being denied.

I thought about finally going down on Kat. The thrill of tasting her pussy, kocaeli escort making her cum. It felt good to know that I’d done that. What had Dr. P said? That I was a lazy and selfish lover? Well I knew that I was making progress.

That made me think about Dr. Popova. That calm authority. I mean, I was really falling for Kat, and I loved when she took control of me, but Kat seemed to be still learning. She couldn’t really keep her authority intact, something always seemed to undermine her. Sometimes it was her own mistake, like tonight, when she accidentally revealed that Lisa and she… fuck, what had she revealed? What was the deal with Lisa?

I mean, Lisa was weird. When we played, she was flirty, bratty even. She seemed to get off on being dominated and humiliated. But there was a power there that surprised me. When the game broke tonight, when Kat slipped and revealed that Lisa was actually her room mate, Lisa’s whole attitude shifted. She got calm. Serious. Direct. She said what she wanted and Kat caved immediately. Lisa had been in charge in that moment. I heard her voice in my head saying ‘Jonathan.’ It reminded me of how Dr. P said it.

Did Lisa know Dr. P? Was Dr. P in charge of Lisa too?

I thought about Lisa sleeping in the next room now. Wait a minute! Lisa was spending the night! Dr. P had promised me an orgasm, a real, no-tricks orgasm if I could get that to happen. I mean, I’m not sure that *I* made it happen. OK, I didn’t. Kat fucked up and Lisa said she would sleep in her bed. So would this qualify? I got so excited–or should I say my dick got impossibly hard again. I was going to get to cum!

This was now a new level of problem to deal with. I tried everything I could to relax and go to sleep. But I kept feeling Kat’s warm body next to me, thinking about Lisa sleeping in the next room. Thinking about the promise of a real, no-tricks, full orgasm.

I started fantasizing about my orgasm. Kat. Maybe Lisa too? Could I even hope for that? I mean holy shit things had changed for me. From jerking off to porn to now–living with these two beautiful women. I mean, I was here for Kat, but… I kept seeing Lisa’s naked body in my mind. Could I really fuck both of them?

And then I realized that it really didn’t matter what I wanted or what I did. Whatever was going to happen wasn’t in my control. Strangely, that thought helped me calm down. Whatever was going to happen, it wouldn’t be my decision. Dr. Popova, Kat and Lisa would tell me what to do. And I’d do it.

—

In the morning, I woke up before Kat, as I usually did. Honestly, it was the unbelievably hard morning wood that got me started each day. So I got up to make coffee and I checked my messages. I saw a new one from Dr. Popova had come in overnight.

Jonathan,

Congratulations on a job well done! I am very proud of how you were able to bring Kat to orgasm with your mouth. You’ve come a long way in a very short time. And even better, you also were able to make it possible for Lisa to spend the night–so you’ve earned a reward.

Before we talk about your reward though, let me say that I am glad that Kat was able to reveal more of the truth about her relationship with Lisa. Do not doubt Kat’s good intentions. Like you, she has much to learn, and some of those lessons will continue to be difficult for her. I have no doubt that more of the story will emerge in the coming days. Do not be surprised by anything, my friend!

Now, on to your reward. You have earned your orgasm, Jonathan, and I will grant you that reward tonight. You must make a choice though. Do you want it to come from me, from Kat, or perhaps from Lisa?

If you choose me, I will use the robotic gloves, and you will experience the utmost pleasure at my hands.

If you choose Kat, be mindful that her ability to give you pleasure will be somewhat limited, as she is due to be punished tonight. I am still quite displeased that she has kept so many secrets from you.

Finally, you may choose Lisa. (Yes, she is a willing participant in our program, and plays an important role in your treatment.) If you do choose Lisa though, be aware that Lisa will be allowed to choose the method of your orgasm, and I understand that she is quite devious.

Much to think about, Jonathan, no? Please send me your answer no later than 6pm your time, so that we may begin our playtime at 8pm this evening.

Yours,

Dr. Popova

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Angela frowned. Of course, she was working late. If she wasn’t working late, there was something wrong with her, burning the midnight oil, the only one left at the laboratory late at night. There were no stars in the night sky beyond the window, covered by the many layers of city pollution, the smog that no one that had lived there for their whole lives would have noticed. No one that didn’t spend time out in the countryside would have realised that they were meant to see more stars than the lights of aircraft flitting by softly in the night sky. Sometimes, even those were obscured.

Her brown hair was trimmed to a smart length, though always kept tied back away from her face. With pursed lips, Angela held up the test tube to the light, observing it quietly, the green fluid tipping a little with the shift of her pale-skinned hand. Her nails were trimmed neatly also, though there was no nail polish. That would have gotten in the way of her work and that was something that Angela could not possibly abide by.

“Test number thirty-four,” she said aloud, checking the time. “Nine-twenty-three, PM.”

Only she, of course, knew what the test was for, why she took so much time in her private lab to work quietly, to keep her head down, to make changes for humanity. She could not have said whether those changes, in the end, would be for the better or worse, but Angela knew that the pursuit of knowledge, for her, was not something that she ever could have so easily set aside.

The liquid slipped easily down her throat as she stood, the bright lights of the lab catching everything, from her pale green scrubs underneath to the white lab coat that she always wore. Of course, she had several of them, not wanting to wear anything that was stained or dirtied, though the fabric was cheap and easily washed. They were not the sorts of things in her line of work, after all, that were usually intended to last a long time, expendable and disposable.

She coughed lightly, covering her mouth demurely with one hand, her glasses settling a little more comfortably over the bridge of her nose as she made a note, setting the test tube back in the little wooden rack. At first, she didn’t feel anything, making a note of that, adjusting her weight as she sat back on a lab stool with a black, padded top. Even that was smooth and the type of material that could be easily cleaned, though it was, of course, synthetic. A little more hard-wearing than her lab coat, but…

Angela stiffened, keşan escort lips twisting, a grimace contorting her expression as she gasped faintly.

“Oh…”

She staggered upright from her stool, gasping, clutching her chest, though there was no pain, none to be heard. All she knew was that every nerve-ending in her body tingled and ached too desperately for her to even consider making more notes, as much as her fingers twitched as if wanting to grasp for a pencil or even a pen right there and then.

“No… Oh… Oh, this…”

Yet her body was under the control of the potion that she had put together, something that was supposed to cause a change in strength, though all her earlier tests had had absolutely no effect at all. It could have been used for good or for bad and Angela gasped, grasping the worktop as she bent over, her back rounded, heaving, panting for breath that would not come to settle in her lungs.

Angela groaned deeply, a throaty, guttural sound that came up from deep in her being, rumbling forth. As her back rounded, the lab coat grew tighter and tighter, muscles bulging, showing through, yet the thin fabric could only last so long. Her legs swelled into tree trunks that no longer fit her shape and physique, pulling at the seams of her scrubs, yet even the light fabric of them was not enough to hold her.

The seams strained, flesh bulging, muscle aching, blistering through as she strove to find a comfortable position, even as the sound of the seams tearing ripped through the room. The lab coat burst across her shoulders, hanging from a frame that was much larger than it had been only a few moments ago, changes rippling through her. Oh, if only she had thought to create a video record!

Her mind raced, trying to find a way to keep up with everything. Looking down at her hands, she heaved for breath, spreading them out, her knuckles larger, bristling with a new layer of hair, though her heart surged as it covered her. It felt “right” in some way and Angela laughed aloud, throwing her head back as she licked her lips. Even her tongue was different, flicking out of her mouth with a slimmer tip, more flexible, wetter too, lewd and crude and the sort of thing that she would never have expected to come from such a concoction!

But maybe that was the true beauty of her work, her experiments, seeking out new ways for humans to live, even if some of them too would not be as humans. She breathed as slowly and as deeply as she could manage, her jawline becoming thicker, blockier, chunkier. Angela would have considered it more masculine if she was looking at gender in a purely binary manner, though that had never been her way. It was only difficult to come up with terms that had been present her whole scientific life when her body ached in muscular, powerful changes.

She felt as if she was pushing up onto the tips kilis escort of her toes as she grew, her height a little more — if one and a half feet could be considered “a little”. It might as well have been a mountain to Angela as she grunted and hunched over further, the counter no longer set at a comfortable height for her. She shoved her coat, the shreds of it, away from her shoulders, the scrubs underneath covering barely anything. The bra that she’d been wearing had pinged free without Angela realising, leaving her breasts exposed.

Even those grew — fascinating! That had nothing to do with strength, but Angela could not focus on her research anymore, what she had been focusing on for so long. All she knew was strength, her body muscular, pecs hardening further behind her breasts, even giving them an extra little bit of lift, the heavy swell of her breasts matching her form. After all, she had the back muscle to support them now!

Her shoulders broadened a little further, rounding out into powerful cannonballs, her midsection thickening with muscle as abdominals showed through. Angela’s skin darkened as she grunted thickly, eyes glistening, the lines of her face contorted and twisted from the sheer volume of changes happening to her, though the “woman” would not have honestly said that it was against her will. It was her experiment and there could be nothing wrong with that when she had consented to whatever course of action such a potion had been to take.

Her hair though… It spilt down her shoulders to the upper part of her back, wild and untamed, more of a mane than anything else as it thickened up considerably. It was the sort of hair that she might have honestly struggled to get a brush through, if that was going to be any consideration to her going forward, tangled and knotted and yet appearing all the wilder for it. Maybe that was not something that was going to have to be worried about anyway. There were far too many changes as she grew in power, rolling her shoulders back and standing tall.

Mmm…

Power. She’d never considered it before as she ran her hands down her body, watching the hair, not from her head, blossom down her back with a twist of her head. It marked the line of her spine and yet made her feel even more exotically erotic, as if she was putting on a show for someone — or, no, that was not it. The most important person in the world for Angela to feel sexy for was, of course, herself and that was something that could be too easily forgotten at the worst of times.

Yes, she had muscle, but she didn’t want to use it for harm, not as heat prickled through her new body, her eyes glinting with glee, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she’d left out to help catalogue an earlier chemical reaction. Somehow, during her transformation, she’d knocked over the test tube rack, the glass tube spinning away across kıbrıs escort the counter, though there was no liquid left within it. Maybe things could have been different if she had only downed half of it rather than the whole tube, but there was no guarantee that Angela would have been able to appropriately catalogue the reaction with only a minor one.

She shook her head, even her neck feeling thicker, yet that was merely a little more muscle in her shoulders and traps, her back stronger than those of most men. She could hardly believe it, though the manner of sexy poses were beyond anything she needed to do. Why should she want to pose like that when she was already the embodiment of power and sexuality?

Angela growled, licking her lips, eyeing up her darkening skin, the coarser prickle of hair down her arms, as if the final details of the transformation were filling out the finer details, taking their time. The rise of hair on her arms was almost pleasant, every tiny little sensation coming into focus, how it darkened, her skin richer, though not tanned — more as if it had become the skin of another. Her reflection eyed her from the small hand mirror lying on the counter, the strong, powerful jaw of a monster, the hair from her head swarming, even then, down around her neck and between her breasts like the mane of a lion.

Yet Angela was no lion, even if she could have bragged a roar to best the strongest of them. She was a monster, a monster-woman, a being in her own right, chuckling throatily, even her voice lower in pitch. That didn’t bother her, however, not as she rocked back on her heels, her hands going down over her buttocks, between her thighs, finding the thicker layer of hair everywhere, though it was the most notable around her crotch. As if it was thickening up there to protect her genitalia, it coated her around her crotch like fur — yes! That was it. The hair, where it sprouted to that thick extent down her arms, over her wrists and the back of her hands, down her chest — it was not only hair, it was fur. And that was better than anything else as she trembled with sexual power, groaning deep in the back of her throat, even adoring that guttural sound.

It was her, inexplicably so, irrevocably so. Angela grunted, a smirk on her lips, her transformation settling over her, the brush of fur across the front of her ankles the final notch in her transformation belt. She groaned, rolling her shoulders back, cracking out her neck, fiery need thrumming through her, as if it was connected to the beating pace of her heart, how it throbbed for its own kind of attention.

The lab might not have been any different…but she had changed. And there was no going back from that as she put her hand on the doorhandle, laughably small within her hand, showing her new strength even in the closing of her fingers.

“I wonder what the others will think of my transformation?” She rumbled, though there was no one left at the lab. “There’s only one way to find out!”

In the morning, her colleagues and staff would most certainly have a monstrous surprise on their hands! However, not a bad one, by any means…

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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. In the Middle Ages, as now, the development of sexual maturity depends largely upon diet. One can imagine poor people in the Middle Ages did not have abundant food and therefore matured a little later.

Chapter one, in which Alexander obtains Julie, a poor farm girl

Alexander, a proud figure in the dark robes of a young and talented mage, looked through the bars of the grated iron door, that formed the entrance to the cell. The walls were lined by rough-hewn stones, part of the ancient keep supporting the tower. As a wizard, he had been appointed this domain for his exclusive use. Little did the king realise that the poor farm wench abducted by a rabble of Huns several days ago had been his handiwork. Nor that the maiden in question was now within his keeping. His firm reputation would keep out any unwanted visitors, and so would the lock on the thick oaken door at the foot of the tower. The western wall faced the cliffside with a sheer drop to the sea below, so noises from this part of the keep would be drowned out by waves, gulls and wind. They were alone together.

He thought back over the last days, how he had devised a plan to abduct Julie, for that was the name of the red haired beauty that lay motionless on the white bedlinen in the middle of the cell.

The young man had first spotted her during an inspection tour of the farming community operating on the lands of his Lord. He was riding a dark brown horse, trotting through the barren landscape, for it was turning winter. This corner of the fiefdom was rocky, wet and cold. As he rounded a patch of woodland, a few shabby buildings came into view, surrounded by patches of cleared grassland. His eyes were drawn towards a tiny figure on the field ahead, gathering straw, some way away from the huts. He nudged his horse to trot leisurely on the path leading to the village, slowly homing in closer on the stooping figure.

His sharp eyes observed her every feature. The red hair hung in matted muddied strings around a very pretty face, that was flushed with her newfound womanhood. Her nose was not too large, and subtly upturned. Blushing cheeks and large hungry eyes, but unknowing what this hunger was, that had recently awoken inside her. Her lips were full and sensual, but her sultry looks were not studied, even to the point of being naïve. Her two well-shaped full moons caught his breath even under the rags that were supposed to hide them. Her lithe frame would in time be shaped into a vixen of statuesque beauty. She would be perfect for his plans.

Her lowly existence had not significantly deformed her beauty, however it had left her soul wide open. She would not have developed the defenses often found in ‘civilised’ females. Besides, the disappearance of a noble would cause quite a stir, so she would have to come from the lowest classes. This ragged group of hired labourers fit that category, not even knowing how to read or write and calculating on their fingers.

But the poverty and filth that she lived in would have to be purified. In order to save her from becoming just another farm wench, he would have to rip her out of this miserable existence. Her coming of age was advertising itself all too clearly beneath the rags she wore. A greyish, formless cloth garment that had been made for her many years ago. It was now too small, wrapped closely around womanly features and the cloth was faded, patched and smudged. Holes gave away peeks at her unblemished skin, a rip exposed the perfect curve of one of her globes. Her shapely bottom was accentuated by the dirty rags that hugged them tight.

“You can have her if you want her,” a voice disturbed his reverie. Looking down from his horse, he saw an old bent man of uncouth but not unkind appearance. “With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” he inquired. “I’m her uncle. Her name’s Julie. Her mother died at birth, her father ran away when she was eight. So me and m’ wife took ‘r in, being family an all. As you can well see, sir, my niece is drawing the wrong kind of attention to herself, if you get my drift, sir. I have no means to keep her any longer. So if you be willing to take ‘er in, as a maid like, we can negotiate a suitable price.” The man spat on the ground at the feet of his horse.

“I have no need for an additional servant,” he replied curtly to the man, who clearly did not recognise the treasure he had under his very roof. Such coarse and vulgar creatures roam the earth. Nevertheless, the peasant had taken her in and raised her, which seemed decent enough. But Alexander had no use for anyone to know about his interest in the girl. He cast a simple stun spell at the man, who started for a moment and blinked his eyes vacantly. “I will bring your grievances before the king,” Alexander said and then looked away into the distance, indicating clearly that the audience was over. The man, evidently not wishing to admit that he had lost the thread of the conversation, merely said “splendid, Bahçelievler travesti splendid… your excellency…”, bowed meekly and went along his way.

Alexander waited patiently for him while he trudged into the distance. From the corner of his eye, he observed Julie as she bent over to pick up straw remaining on the field after the harvest. Her poise was indeed more than casually interesting, the outworn frock stretching and straining over her petite booty.

He bent all his thought upon her and wrought a spell, a hallucination that caused a radiant white ringdove to appear to her and implant messages in her mind. She got used to seeing the dove appear in the rafters of the hut and whispering to it. In this way, a few nights later, the dove had appeared and told her a story about a lake in the middle of the forest, the bottom of which held many treasures, that could simply be picked from the lake-bed. The bird told her she could help her poor uncle and aunt by obtaining such a treasure. The poor lass was quite gullible after the dove explained to her that the vision was a miracle. Had not other maidens been chosen to which Mary had appeared, or unicorns? The dove had flown from perch to perch and led her to a spot where ruffians were encamped in the woods.

Alexander had been waiting nearby their camping ground, hidden in a grove of trees. But he had miscalculated the time it would take Julie to find her way through the woods. Julie had run instead of picking her way out carefully, and her clothes hung in tatters around her naked body, ripped by root and branch in her frantic marathon through the undergrowth. She had started out confident, but the noises of the woods brought out her inner fears. After losing her way following the bird, she had suddenly bolted, and started running after the bird, which flew at great speed now. Fearing to lose her last hope, she frantically kept up the pace, crashing through the undergrowth at breakneck speed, stumbling, twisting her ankle, branches whipped at her face and arms, brambles pierced into the fabric of her clothing, ripping and cutting her legs as she willed herself to break free and keep going. But the poor food she was accustomed to had not given her much reserves. Out of breath and weak, she collapsed near the camp. The gang, hearing the crashing noises, had gone to check out the disturbance and found her.

He had only been just in time. Julie had already been violently kissed and tossed from man to man, ripping the last few threads of decency from her body. This manhandling went on as Alexander approached the spot. Picking his way through the trees, he saw her thrown to the ground, while the leader started unbuckling his belt. He had reacted immediately, by throwing a powerful blinding spell on the whole party. Then he dashed in to save his prize. Such bad mannered men did not deserve her beauty.

In the resulting struggle, he nearly broke his left arm due to the club that one of the ruffians used on him. He managed to move in, having the benefit of sight, and confiscated the club. He had to effectively render the leader unconscious with multiple blows to the head and pry Julie from his groping fingers. Multiple bruises and scratches of her delicate features resulted. Julie was sobbing, her face was tear-streaked. He decided to use a stun spell on her so she would hopefully not remember the situation. As he cast it, she seemed to resist. Her face contorted and her eyes rolled in panic. He summoned more energy to complete the spell. She clenched her teeth and her eyes grew wide with fear as if seeing an oncoming foe that she had no chance of standing against. Then her head flopped to one side and she was unconscious. He could only hope he had not damaged her mind in any way.

The ride to his stronghold on the rocks had been under the cover of darkness. He knew the ways through the woods that the woodsmen take, not frequented at night except by vagabonds. He held Julie between his arms, as she sat astride the horse, slumped in the saddle in front of him, her pert bottom pushing against his crotch. He had folded his thick traveling cloak around them both to keep warm in the crisp winter air. She smelt like a pig, but he also got whiffs of a much more heady perfume. Apparently the jolting saddle-ridge against her widespread legs was causing a physical reaction. She wimpered feverishly, as in a delirium: “Mother Mary… oh, protect me…” Then she drifted into unconsciousness again. In the darkness, Alexander saw the tower of the stronghold loom on the horizon. “Home sweet home,” he thought to himself, trying to ignore his raging hardness.

He rode towards the gate, unmounting before it, with Julie still wrapped like a bundle of firewood, sprawled in the saddle, leaning on his horse’s neck. Unlocking the smaller entrance, carefully leading his horse through, he grabbed the girl from the saddle and hoisted her onto his shoulder. She was as light as a feather. With one hand, he loosened the saddlestrap Bahçelievler travestileri of his horse and pulled the saddle off, leaving the animal to wander in the empty courtyard. It knew the way to the stables.

Keeping her cloaked body balanced on his shoulder, steadying it with one hand, he opened the door to the tower, ascending the staircase to the first story of the keep. He walked down a swept stone hallway with several grated doors to the left, and a corridor to the right, that led to his quarters. The door at the end was the bath-house. He had left a fire under the bath before he left, and the water was quite warm now and steaming. The fragrance of herbs, that he had added to the bathwater, filled the air.

He put Julie down on the floor of the spacious bathroom, then stripped his own muddied clothes down to the waist, keeping his loin cloth to cover his erection. He would have to go into the water with her, if she was to be bathed in her present state. After all, it would be a shame to ruin the clean bedlinen he had prepared in one of the cells. He folded open the traveling cloak, to reveal her wiry body. Her ribs were countable, her breasts not half as full as they were meant to be. He took one of her floppy legs and turned the limp body over. Her backside could even be called bony. He gathered the bundle of limbs in his arms, lifting her up easily, and walked down the steps leading into the stone basin of water. The warm liquid slowly enveloped them, and Julie sighed as she relished the warmth entering into her bones.

Alexander held her body in his arms, keeping Julie’s face just above the water level, allowing the red strands of her hair to soak in the water. He took a flannel and started gently washing the dirt and grime from her skin. Under water, her thigh grazed against his hard manhood, now straining the wet loincloth. She was perfect, floating in his arms in the bathwater. His hand massaged her milky skin with the soft flannel, from her cheeks, to her shoulders, her armpits, that had only a soft wisp of reddish hair. He then raised his knee, standing on one foot in the bath, supporting her legs, and worked from the lower legs upward, cleaning scratches, mud and counting the bruises. Now they were sinewy, frail, but in time these legs would become captivating, of that he was sure. Lovingly, he daubed the flannel cloth over her stomach and breasts. She seemed to inhale the attention, her body twitching involuntarily, her legs parted like a helpless creature. He was tempted to explore the inside of her thighs, but restrained himself. There would be plenty of time for that later.

After Julie had been bathed and dried with a large towel, Alexander tucked her into the bed in the middle of the stone cell. She had hardly stirred during the bath, remaining mostly unconscious. Drying her had been quite a challenge. Now sleep would have to mend her cares in the remainder of the night.

Chapter two, in which Julie wakes up.

Julie was lying on a sturdy but comfortable bed in the middle of the cell, the floor covered with fresh straw and a single carpet. Her washed, copper-red curls stained the white sheets of the wooden bed and lay like a halo around her face, an unconscious, expressionless mask, the bruises tended and treated, but still visible. Her pallour was quite ashen grey, indicating severe systemic shock. Alexander wondered how to revive her, and what herbs from his collection might serve to boost her health. She had seemed restless for the past few minutes, perhaps when she woke he could feed her the medicine.

Going back to his study, he consulted the herbariums. “She needs support of the glands and the entire nervous system…” Alexander mused to himself. Naturally a strong dose of iron in the form of nettle infusion would be a good base. But within this we must mix some more potent herbs, for her condition is grave. He decided, in case the cuts might have infected her blood, to add other blood cleansers such as some dose of hops and then the thought occurred to him that perhaps he should even include the sacred herb. A suspension of oils should then be added to the infusion. Hmmm… The sacred herb was no mean plant to use, and very costly. If she could not stomach the broth, some of it might be lost. He had enough to work with, but did not want to lose it unnecessarily. No, he decided against mixing the medicine. He would give her a salve to medicate the oily substances. She would have to apply it to her entire body, at the same time purifying herself of any cuts and bruises. He set about making the salve in a small iron kettle and boiled water for the nettle soup. Taking the required herbs from his extensive stock, he prepared the salve and broth.

It was several hours later when he returned to the grated doors of Julie’s cell. Julie was now awake, or at least her eyes were open, looking into vacant space. It was a listed side-effect of the intensive stun spell, that her motoric functions would not Travesti Bahçelievler return for several minutes after regaining consciousness. He had taken a calculated risk and would have to wait and see what the spell had done to her mind.

Taking out the large key to unlock the door of the cell, Alexander went in and put down the tray with the broth and salve on a little table against the wall of the cell. He pulled out the wooden stool from under the table, and sat down on it, regal in his dark red robes. He calmly observed the silent form, looking at the ceiling with unblinking eyes, as she lay naked under the white sheets. “Can you hear me?” he asked. “Try to blink your eyes if you can.” After a moments hesitation, her eyes shut for a moment. “I have salve and broth here, you will regain your ability to sit up in a few minutes. You can then eat. You have been very sick and are entrusted into my care to make you well. The salve you must put on all of your body. It will purify any illness left in you by your sickness.”

She closed her eyes, as if in resignation, and he left the cell.

It was not until the next day that he visited her cell again, to bring in breakfast, consisting of some light honey cakes. As he came in, she was sitting up in bed. She had pulled up the sheets to cover herself, tucking them under her arms. Her luscious nipples stood up straight, creating two bumps in the smooth coverlet. Alexander’s eyes were involuntarily drawn to the contour of her breasts and stomach, draped only by the bedsheet. After drinking in the view, he looked briefly into her face. Her hazel-green eyes flashed at him from under her brow, framed by her red hair, that hung in loose curls over her bare shoulders. Nothing else indicated her tension. He walked over to the table and put down the cakes. The pot of salve had been left untouched, he noticed.

“Why am I here?” Her clear voice unsettled him for a moment.

“You have been through a great sickness,” he answered.

“Is that why I do not remember who I am?”

This revelation almost caused him to lose his balance momentarily, but he disguised it as shifting his weight and turned around to face her. Her face was puzzlement, wonderment, her large green-hazel eyes intent and watchful. She may be young and she had lost her memory, but she was certainly not stupid. Her colour was better than last night, apparently sleep had mended much.

“As your doctor, I need to ask you a few questions first. Do you know your name?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level. She looked a little irritated at first, of course she knew her name. But then her eyes dropped suddenly, as if looking inwardly and coming to the realisation that nothing was there. The rising dismay in her heart could be seen in her moist eyes, but she corrected herself and looked steadily at him again. “No, I do not remember.”

“I have heard that you are called Nympha, or perhaps you would like something more exotic, like Sherazade?” he asked and smiled at her. Her scowl indicated she was not amused, although her pretty lips betrayed her merriment. Apparently, she was a playful, joyful thing, that could see the humour even in a serious illness. “No, I cannot believe I was called Nympha, but if that is what you want to call me, then it will do for now,” she riposted.

Her response showed that her mind was more advanced than he had initially gauged. Or perhaps her tiredness from excessive work had clouded her mind the first time he saw her.

“What do you remember?” he asked. “I remember running after a white bird. But perhaps that was a feverish dream.” A little worried, he asked “Do you remember anything about going to the woods?”

“Woods? Well, I remember something about a fountain full of gold, some buried treasure. But I don’t think I found it.”

“You may have,” he said. “But you remember nothing of your illness, besides your dreams?”

“No, and indeed, nothing else. It is as if my life up until yesterday has happened in darkness.” Her eyes could now not hold back a tear.

“Do not worry,” Alexander said, “perhaps the memory will return as the sickness abates. You are far from better. This ointment is the cure for your disease. Please use it liberally to purify your body. Try to get some rest and heal from your bruises.”

He prepared to leave, but as he was heading for the door, she said “Why must I be locked up like a dangerous animal?” He replied evasively: “Your illness makes you so to others. You must trust me to make you well.” Turning with a rustle of robes, Alexander walked out and locked the grated door.

***

However, from this moment on his experiment did not quite work out the way he had planned. He had thought that rescuing her from an illness would be enough explanation for her extended stay in the cell, but she wanted to know more. He needed to find some way to keep her busy. Apparently, she did not trust him and resisted his will, as long as she did not have more information. To make things worse, she was not using the salve. It was her form of symbolic resistance. However, some of her the deeper cuts were starting to look more ugly every day, instead of healing without scars. He had to make her use the salve over her entire body, or the treatment would not work. She was hurting herself by this form of passive resistance.

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Author’s Note: I’m still working on Say a Prayer. Sorry for taking so long with it. However, an idea for a short story has been bugging me, and I must write it! It doesn’t have much conflict. All graphically sexual descriptions in my stories involve characters that are at least 18 years old, often older than that. It will take a while for sex to start happening. I’m not even sure if this story will be very satisfying. Oh well. Thanks for reading! I appreciate it.

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It was a very quiet and a very painful summer for her. In spite of the hot weather this evening, Taida Donatal was folded into a desperate ball underneath her bed’s covers. Her father’s favorite punishment was in effect, off to bed with absolutely no dinner. She could have crept into the pantry to swipe a hunk of cheese or bread away, but if she were caught, that would earn her the second favorite punishment, a beating.

She probably could have taken the beating while full, but not while she was hungry. It wasn’t worth the risk.

What had she done to deserve a lack of food? She’d asked him about replacing her lost dowry, a few pieces of jewelry inherited from her late mother. They had been taken from her bedchamber without her consent. Since there were no servants in the house, the only person she could imagine taking the dowry was her father.

“Don’t think of yourself, you wretched creature,” Mariu Donatal had said to his daughter with a poisoned tone and a livid brow. “This filthy government has nearly ruined me! Now go on to your room. I don’t want to see you poking your clumsy fingers in the food. A clear stomach will clear your head. You’ll save me some coin while we’re at it.”

This filthy government …

A great, stretching gurgle painfully forced itself out of her belly. She cringed and dug her palm there, trying to ease her aching.

Taida had never been overly political. Her father was different. He’d been extremely loyal to the previous king. That was sensible because the king had chosen Mariu Donatal to be his favorite artist. Paintings and sculptures were commissioned, and that led to even more high class customers. Life had been so wonderful with the previous king … well … life had been wonderful for Mariu Donatal.

But … for many people … it hadn’t been so wonderful. Many people saw the king as giddy, cruel, and out of touch with even the upper middle classes, let alone with what the lower classes had to deal with.

Then came the famine, which was caused by an overlong lack of rain.

Did the king open the emergency supply of carefully stored food to the people?

No. He only threw a royal ball to celebrate his birthday.

Her stomach growled again, and she remembered the sight of several hungry beggars in the streets of the capital. Her mother, sweet thing that she was, made a habit of keeping small, wrapped vegetable pies in her pockets and casually placing them into the desperate, dirty hands of as many starving people as possible.

Civil War was inevitable. The men and women that gathered up to fight against the king were called The Givers by the common people because they were known for stealing literal food from the wealthiest pantries and dividing the food among the starving masses. Sometimes they even traveled to nearby countries and stole food from there. The higher classes simply called them The Insurgence.

It turned out that not all of the higher classes were loyal to the king, however. Some were happy to help fund an army against him. Despite that fact, the leader of The Givers wasn’t a man with a noble title, at least as far as anyone knew. He was proud to announce to all who asked that he was the son of a blacksmith and a whore.

But that man … he’d become the new king … and it turned out that in some cases he didn’t exactly need an army, because somehow, some way, he’d learned sorcery. Wild stories of fire and shadows being used as weapons against the body and mind soaked into the nation like water to a sponge.

He was every bit as vicious as the former king. Every single aristocrat that refused to kneel to him was beheaded, and not with a guillotine. Oh no, the new king used an usually large sword that glowed with an eerie green flame.

Well, the exact method of killing them was a rumor. All Taida knew was that they had been killed.

His Royal Majesty, Rutiago Severtana I, was in charge of the great nation of Boscira. Most of Mariu Donatal’s customers were dead, and he was too stubborn to accept any customer who was loyal to the new king, which meant that there were almost no customers. He had to settle for teaching his crafts at a university, which meant they had to a move to different part of the capital. The pay wasn’t much, but it was something.

The stupidest and possibly most insulting part was how there had been a few requests from the new king to have Mariu Donatal create works of art for him, as the old king had. Her father had too much pride for that. He’d rather Küçükyalı travesti suffer as a teacher.

Not only did they have no more servants, which wasn’t particularly awful, but they had to slowly sell off all their treasures. Taida supposed that one must do what one must to survive … but … but … she was going hungry as if they had no room in the budget! There wasn’t even a famine anymore!! The image of Mariu Donatal’s rather round belly poking out under his dark blue tunic made her want to chew her fingernails and suck on her thumb. At least the sweaty, salty taste might soothe her cravings.

And her dowry …

Did he really need to sell that bit of treasure too?

Without an adequate dowry, a suitable marriage would be difficult. Not only that, but Taida was well aware of how her physical beauty was gradually evaporating. Lack of proper nutrition did that to people. No dowry, no beauty, all that meant was that a good marriage for her was out of the question. She was ruined.

Tears leaked between her closed eyelids as she began whining as a sad puppy would. Her face became wet and hot. Her pillow was soon damp.

Her brutal mind was teasing her, dropping memories of delicious, wonderful food into her thoughts. The sights … the smells … the tastes …

Sliced of toasted bread, soaked in a jelly made of egg yolk, rosewater, and wine. Then fried. Then saffron and honey added on top.

Bacon flavored broth with thick vegetable chunks and plain dumplings.

Buttery rice gruel with scrambled eggs, salted to perfection.

Roasted beef served with a bowl of firm but easily chewed beans and a side of potato slices carefully fried so that the outside was crispy but the inside was fluffy.

A large potato with thick slices of meaty bacon wrapped and tied about it. Baked so that the juices of the bacon would seep into the potato, making every single bite taste like the best of pork.

Shiny, hard boiled eggs, salt lightly added.

Openly, without any shame, Taida wailed and sobbed. Her fingers slid up to her throat, where a plain necklace waited to be fidgeted with. It was made of a leather string and a common pebble serving as a pendant. As her nails tapped the little stone, she almost felt a shaving of hope. This was a good luck charm, wasn’t it? She imagined so. She couldn’t remember the exact reason for keeping the cheap thing, but she did believe it had something to do with luck.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

“Hey, are you Miss Taida Donatal?”

“Hmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggnnnnn!!” Taida groaned as the unknown voice interrupted her crying.

“Miss Donatal?” More banging on the door. “We require your family’s presence at the royal castle. I’m here with an official order from His Majesty himself.”

What? Oh no.

Taida thought she knew why. King Rutiago was offended at all of the refusals. He wanted blood.

And there was no way out of it. When a king had his mind set on something, he could send an entire army to help him accomplish a goal.

She was defeated before she even had a chance to fight.

A bit of dizziness bothered her as she tried to come out of bed. It was an unfortunately well known occurrence. She clenched her thighs and screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the watery, bobbing feelings to go away. Then she called out to the voice outside her door, “I’m coming!”

“I suggest you pack a bag. You might stay there a good while.” Was that a man’s or a woman’s voice?

Taida’s pale blonde eyebrows lowered. A bag? If they were to be executed, why would they need to pack anything?

Well, maybe the king wanted to show some mercy? Maybe he wanted to give the artist a few days to reconsider before resorting to violence?

Taida tugged on her necklace. Then she nodded to herself and looked for a bag.

A few minutes later, she opened the exit door of her bedchamber. She learned that the voice from before had belonged to a woman. She didn’t think it was a woman at first, because that person was wearing expensive looking armor, and she was so tall that her helmet nearly grazed the ceiling. The helmet’s visor was positioned upwards, and Taida could see a face that seemed on the darker side. She probably had a soldier’s tan.

The armored woman introduced herself as Land Captain Astrida Garver. Normally, she’d have more important things to do than collect a small family from their home and escort them off to the castle. However, the king was becoming more and more impatient. So, he sent his favorite soldier to see to it that the job was done. This is what she told Taida, at least.

Her grumbling and lightly cursing father was leaving the house by the time Taida had stepped into the common room. There were a few more armored soldiers there, and they were oddly quiet. It was as if they knew they didn’t have to scream in order to be intimidating.

Taida went outside. First, she saw more armored soldiers, and they were ignoring the curious yet Küçükyalı travestileri timid expressions of the passers-by. Then she saw a lavish carriage bearing a crest completely different from the generations old royal crest of the recent past. Before, the royal family had a crest the shape of an oval with two mighty bears fighting each other against a background of pine trees. This new crest, which had probably been invented by some contemporary artist, was in the shape of a trefoil knot. Inside each loop there were different symbols. One was a bundle of wheat. Another was an angry bit of flame. The last was a thick blade sunk into a hunk of earth.

Stumbling a little, caught by a soldier who helped her get back to an upright position, Taida feebly tried not to pass out. Once she was inside the carriage, sitting across from her red-faced father, there was some relief. Her eyes closed and she happily let the darkness consume her brain. It was better to sleep through hunger. At least her dreams could be full of food.

When her eyes opened, the only light she noticed were the lit lanterns hanging on the carriage outside. She saw the dangling fire through metal grate windows. The shadowed form before her gave her biting words. That was definitely her father.

The carriage’s doors were opened for them. They exited. Another soldier had to catch Taida because she nearly collapsed again.

“Are you unwell?” the soldier asked, sounding like a concerned man.

Taida tried to reassure him, but her words came out in pieces. She heard her father’s voice. “Best get on with it, then!” Then she felt her father’s hand grip her thin wrist. She was yanked away from the soldier and dragged along in a fashion similar to what a small child would do with a fabric doll.

In the days of the previous king, Taida and her father had attended the Royal Court on occasion. This was because of her father’s skills and exquisite artworks that the elites often desired. The king had wanted many, many sculptures and paintings of various things. Those had been fine days. The memories of the castle were still fresh in her mind.

Standing tall on a cliff overlooking a rushing river and a copious forest, it was a beautifully arranged building. There were three dense walls around the keep, each with their own gates, the tallest in the center and the shortest in the outermost position. It was nighttime, but Taida remembered that the during the day the stone walls glittered a bright white. The roofs of the keep and walls’ towers were a color between blue and gray.

They were no longer participants at the Royal Court in such a glorious place. They were enemies.

But she couldn’t wonder much about that. She was going to faint again. Through her chemise and skirt, she felt the stone pathway against her knees. The handle of her bag fell from her loosened fingers and made an unforgiving thump of a noise.

She heard Land Captain Astrida’s voice ringing out. “What are you doing?!”

***

The next time she was aware of herself, her back and bottom were on a chair. The air was lightly scented by what she assumed was incense. Then heavenly aroma of fresh vegetable bread surged into her lungs. Her eyes fluttered open. Two gloved hands were holding a wooden plate loaded with slices of bread under her face.

The voice she heard was Captain Astrida’s. “Go on, take it. You look like you need it.”

That was all the invitation she needed. Her fingernails tore holes into the bread as she snatched the all the food up, putting as much of it into her mouth as possible.

It was the most beautiful, most scrumptious, most wonderful thing in the world. Her belly seemed to dance with joy.

“Woah, don’t be so fast.” One of the captain’s hands went to her shoulder. “Your stomach might be withered for all I know. You might get cramps or become ill from shocking your body.” She heard the wooden plate clacking onto a table nearby. Then she heard some other wooden thing scrape that table. “Have a bit of wine, Miss.” Taida paused from her well appreciated meal and looked up at a wooden goblet. With fingers that still pinched at bread, she managed to hold onto the stem of the goblet and sip at some wine. Then she handed it back to the captain and continued to basically inhale bread.

A wrinkling, stabbing pain in her belly came. She cringed and forced herself to swallow the rest of her bread.

“I warned you, Miss. You need to be more careful with your body.” Clothing rustled has the captain crouched down on one knee. She wasn’t wearing armor anymore. Thanks to the lit sconces and rustic chandeliers, Taida could see quite a bit of her. She had shoulder length hair of a light brown color, or at least that’s what Taida assumed. Firelight was inferior to daylight.

The captain was dressed like a man, wearing a bright yellow tunic with dark, embroidered outlines of large flowers and leaves. However, there was a rather feminine garland Travesti Küçükyalı of flowers placed upon her head. Taida imagined one of the servants’ children had placed it there.

“I can’t believe it took us so long to notice you were hungry,” Astrida Garver said with something breezy in her voice. She sounded much more feminine than before. “Have you eaten much today? Go on and tell me. I don’t want to interrogate you as I would a criminal.”

Closing her lips around her fingers, trying to catch the lingering traces of flavor with an idle tongue, Taida lazily murmured a wordless noise. Then, understanding that there was no point in hiding the truth from such a strong woman, she gave long, sleepy words.

“Hmmm … I had breakfast and lunch, but I wasn’t given dinner. I eat every day, but on some days I don’t have very much.”

“Some days, huh? I wonder if that means a few or most.” The captain’s shoulder quirked up and down as her nose flexed with derision. “But at least you’ve been eating. You haven’t been eating enough, though.” Miss Garver got back to her feet. Then she turned her head and said to a maid, “Look after her. Don’t let her leave this room until she gets hungry again.” Looking back down at Taida, the captain said, “I must go. Please remain here until you’re asked to leave.”

As the tall woman left, the door creaking as it opened and closed, Taida straightened her back. She soon understood that she was in a reception room. A few tapestries were hanging on some of the stone walls, but she couldn’t make out the finer details of the beautiful imagery in the fabrics. Normally, tapestries would keep the cold out, but it was summer. So, there weren’t as many on display. They were mostly there to look nice.

The maid the captain had spoken to was straightening up the least heavy furniture. She had a mildly stressed expression on her face. Then she approached Taida with her hands folded together near her belly. “Miss, that wasn’t a full meal. When you grow hungry again, please let someone know. Don’t let yourself faint again.”

Taida nodded. Then she started fidgeting with her dry and cracking thumbs, wondering what in the world she was meant to do. The maid sunk onto a wooden stool at one point. She didn’t try to start a conversation, probably because she didn’t know what to say.

Taida heard the door whining. Her pale blue eyes looked towards the sound. A brightly dressed man holding a harp entered the room with a cheerful greeting. He stood before Taida and made a few jokes. They were moderately funny. Taida would have laughed if she wasn’t so concerned. The king had sent an entertainer for her? Why? What was happening to her father?

His eyelids tightening, the entertainer tied his harp to his waist and put his hand inside a pouch that was also tied up there. He pulled out three palm-sized balls and began a juggling routine, continuing to tell jokes as if he wasn’t juggling at all. Sensing that she might have been rude, Taida politely clapped her hands and nodded.

The entertainer continued to try his best to keep her from being bored for a long time. Eventually, he even put his balls away and freed his harp so he could pluck the strings and sing. It was pleasant enough. Taida reacted positively again.

After a short time, she was hungry again, although not tragically so. Taida turned to the nervous maid and put her hand to her belly as if she was pregnant. The maid’s eyes lit up. She shot up from her seat and asked, “Are you hungry now, Miss?” Taida nodded. The maid curtsied and said, “Please follow me, then.”

***

The place she was led to …

The place she was led to was the throne room.

It was a long room with tall, arched windows on each long side. Each lovely window framed starlight, and climbing roses of various pale shades. Multiple, evenly spaced, chandeliers glowed from the ceiling. The long rug she walked on was vibrantly red with sparkling embroidery of gold colored thread bordering the edges. Armored guards stood in rows, swords at their hips.

Taida vaguely recalled a time when she’d appeared in this room with her father, a time when even the highest ranking men would give her curious looks, a time when her breasts were slightly large and her cheeks weren’t hollow. It was also a time when she could afford fine creams to keep her hands soft, a time when there were a few servants to help with housework, not that Taida thought housework was demeaning or anything like that.

At the end of the beautiful room, there was a single empty throne. There was enough room for two thrones, but as of right now, only one was required. It was very grand, standing on a raised platform accessible by a set of stairs adorned by a geometric mosaic pattern of gold, white, red, and black. The throne itself was tall and sturdy, seeming to be made of black metal. The cushions were just as red as the rug leading to the stairs.

As Taida stood before the lovely mosaic staircase, hoping for more instructions, the maid left her, saying that her father would arrive soon. A few moments later, Mariu Donatal was escorted into the throne room by a different maid, and that maid left him too. The man stood to his daughter’s left, scratching at his chin and mumbling something about a lack of good manners.

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